I Hate YouYou're annoying,I Hate You5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're a jerk.
You're a douchebag,
You're not cool.
You're not awesome like you think you are,
You no respect for anyone,
You treated me like crap.
You're a dick to my friends,
You're not a total badass.
You make wanna cry,
And punch you in the face.
You don't care about anyone,
Except for yourself.
You're just straight up mean,
And I hate you.
The Letter- a LXLightRaito couldnt keep the grin off his face as he helped the task force pile Ls stuff into boxes. It was just another reminder of his triumph over his biggest enemy, and only obstacle. Now he was free to rule the world as Kira, not to mention the fact that he might be able to be rid of Misa. He supposed it depended on if anyone else as worthy as Ryuzaki was brought to help on the case.The Letter- a LXLight7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oi, Raito-kun! Clear out his drawers, would you? Raito nodded in Matsudas direction to show that he understood. He made his way over to Ls bedside table, relishing in the fact that he was getting to see more than most people could dream of. Raito almost laughed as he thought of what the insomniacs reaction would be if hed found out the team had gone through his room. He was disappointed to find that the only thing in the drawer was a bunch of half empty cookie boxes. Sighing with boredom, he began piling them into a large cardboard box, not really paying atten
Summer BeginningsSummer Beginnings5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
George Weasley leapt down the last flight of stairs, pictures on the walls shaking in their frames and glaring at him. He only grinned and flew out the door. Today was going to be a wonderful day.
He'd been forced to take off early, seeing as he had to get to his destination. He wasn't seventeen yet, and so would have to take the slow route. By broomstick. Still, it was bound to be a nice flight, the weather was wonderful. It was early, but the sun was shining and the sky was bluer than he'd ever seen, cloudless as far as the eye could see. Perfect.
He chuckled as he grabbed his broom from the broom shed, shaking it to dislodge a few spiders who'd already taken residence in its twigs since he'd played a miniature game of quidditch two days before. He thought they'd learn that the brooms weren't a good place to weave their webs. Though Ron's face when he was forced to get his own broom was always good for a laugh thanks to the eight legged creatures.
"George!" a voice called from the ho
Quiz Numero 4 - Villain QuizRules:Quiz Numero 4 - Villain Quiz6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Pick three or more of your antagonistic (villain) characters
2. Have them answer the following questions.
1. Alright, first, tell us your name.
2. So, being the villains that you are, what exactly do you .do? Or do I not want to know?
3. How old are you?
4. Height and weight?
5. Are you mortal?
6. Are you any type of demon or other supernatural being?
7. So, do you have an alter ego by day? What do unsuspecting people think you do?
8. What was the last nefarious thing you did?
9. Was it successful?
10. Do you know any of the other people here?
11. Do you have any kids or other family? What do they think of your life of crime?
12. Whos your arch nemesis?
13. Have you ever been embarrassingly defeated?
14. Would you ever wear spandex?
15. Do you secretly like pink?
16. Are you secretly in LUUUURRRRVVVEE?
17. Are you gay?
18. Anyways, back to business. Are you anticipating the next World War?
19. Weapon of choice?
20. Do you prefer Weapons or Magic?
Blink of an Eye - Chapter XIIIBlink of an Eye - Chapter XIII8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I don't want to see it..." Hiei said as he strode down the set of wide, stone steps, accompanied by Kurama. The redhead held an envelope in front of Hiei's face and stared down at him sternly as they walked.
"We came here for a reason," he scolded. "You are the one who wanted to know, and now you tell me you are no longer interested?"
"I changed my mind," Hiei grunted, quickening his pace to try and shake off his relentless pursuer.
"Stop being so stubborn!" Kurama shouted with frustration. "This is important! Your nightmares are never going to go away until we find out what they mean!"
"If you want to unravel the mystery like some sort of detective, go ahead! Why don't you just open it yourself?" he shouted back, batting his hand at the square envelope.
"This is your life, Hiei! This document was given to you, you told me last night you needed to find out the truth."
"Like I said," he hissed, narrowing his
Landlocked 17Landlocked 176 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ariel stared blankly at the destroyed grotto, her body numb to the after heat of her fathers trident and her ears deaf to the inquiries of her friends.
All she could feel was the freezing cold of her fathers hatred towards the human species, and all her ears could hear was the brutal truth: merfolk and humans could never coexist.
So where did that leave her? She was a mermaid, she could not deny that. But a part of her was also not mer... not natural. So where did she belong?
Anger pooled in her stomach and boiled up until the heat built in her cheeks and tears bled from her eyes into the ocean. She brought her forearm to her mouth to muffle the sobs.
This wasnt right. The merfolk werent right. True, the humans may eat fish, and they might not be aware of the damage they do to the marine world, but they didnt even know merfolk existed!
Ariyal, Sebastian quavered, regret heavy in his dialect
MoonMoon4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She shines in the sky
As black clouds fly
Shielding her face.
The stars of the night
Are pinpricks of light
A brocade of lace.
Shining through gloom
Her light fills my room
I'm awed at her grace.
Jamie's Story - 1I stood against the wall, staring down at the twisted bandages curling and hanging off of my torso. My stomach swirled and churned as I stood there, dreading looking up at my company.Jamie's Story - 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"...Jamie?" she said cautiously. I flinched and turned away, covering my chest and the breasts that were exposed only moments before she burst in. David, the one who had pulled my shirt open and yanked my bindings down, was gone. He had disappeared out the back door of the locker room.
"If...you tell anyone...I'll kill you," I said. I was shaking. She nodded, making her blonde hair bounce and sway. She quickly removed her jacket- something she never did- and wrapped it around me. I weakly slipped my arms through it, still trying to conceal my breasts, and before I could reach my hand there to do it myself, Andy had zipped the jacket up to my collarbone. I caught a glimpse of her wrists as she did so, and the fading, red scars that marked the skin there. She had confided in me once that she had cut herself
If Tomorrow Never ComesIf Tomorrow Never Comes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Author's Note: This story takes place after Mulan 2, which I do not own. I also do not own the song 'If Tomorrow Never Comes' it belongs to Garth Brooks. I would like to thank Outlaw's Daughter for beta reading for me.
It was late at night, and Li Shang was laying in bed with his new wife, Fa Mulan; well, now it was Li Mulan.
"Li Mulan. I like the sound of that," Shang said, smiling. Then he looked over at Mulan, who was fast asleep.
She had a small smile on her face, and was facing him. Shang smiled at her, and then leaned over to give her a light kiss on her forehead, careful not to wake her. Afterwards, he got up and put out the candle, then he returned back to bed and continued to watch her sleep, as best as he could in the dark.
Sometimes late at night
I lay awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
Then a horrible thought hit Shang, what if he died in his sleep? What if he never woke up in the morning? Granted, t
Waiting for YouWaiting for You3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
In which I seek in crowded places,
through many unfamiliar and odd faces
for the one I remember so fondly.
In which Time plays its games so coldly.
Still. There's nothing more wonderful to do
than to be there to wait for You.
The place was crowded, all sorts of creatures from all sorts of places talking, yelling, singing, crying, fighting. He sighed. Times may move on and on, but bars never change. This one in particular was, judging by it's architecture and decorating, trying to get that good ol' 26th century charm, off-white grela-steel panelling and all, but he could spot some chairs and a small side desk that were more 42nd. Or perhaps early 43rd, it looked like the chairs had slightly curved legs.
He wasn't here to judge the interior design, but there was nothing else to do and he had time to spare. That's all he had these days; time. Funny, how sometimes it seemed to slip away too quickly, like sand, falling through his fingers, stealing what he wished to keep and leaving
Angel of autismMy name is Andrew.Angel of autism6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Im 12 years old.
I have autism.
This is my story.
For as long as I can remember, Ive been different. My mom has told me so many times. Kids would make fun of me because I couldnt say words the way they could. Sentences that would seem right in my mind would get jumbled and come out all messed up. Id try over and over to say something simple, but I would end up getting frustrated and crying. Mom would make sure to hug me every time because she knew how hard it was for me.
They also made fun of me because I would always carry a crayon case. Anywhere I went, I had to have this thing around me. Mom said that sometimes I would get so in to it that I wouldnt pay attention to anything else. I loved that case. I took it everywhere until one day I lost it. I was so upset I cried for days. Dad tried buying me another one, but it wasnt the same.
My mom tried putting me in school for kindergarten, but it didnt work that well. She thought
Villain Interview MemeVillain InterviewVillain Interview Meme4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
1. Use no more than 5 villains.
2. They must be OCs
3. Answer each question in first person.
4. Please link me in the comments and credit me in the description.
5. Tag someone, please!
Greetings, and welcome to the "Villians Interview Meme". Whether you like it or not, you've been brought here to answer some questions about yourself. This is a recording, pausing and starting controlled by your author, so you cannot attack me. If you begin to fight with one another, you WILL be sedated/strait-jacketed. Alright now, let's start.
Would you show the viewers a shred of kindness by allowing us to know your name(s)?
Are you male or female?
How old are you in human years?
What exactly are you?
Do you have any powers?
Who is your archrival, and what do you hate about them? Do they have powers?
Do you rule over any sort of land, country, county?
Why are you considered "the bad guy"?
Do you consider yourself purely evil?
Learning to SmileLearning to Smile3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Cutie Mark Poems
Ponies with Amorphis
[Click here for the accompanying song]
Learning to Smile
I was a child of stones
A daughter of the rock farmers
No joy was known there
But gloom and endless working
Under the hot, blazing sun
The barren fields, all without green
Granites were our flowers
Our grass made of sand and gravel
I breathed the choking air on the wordless world
I walked on soil bare of seeds
In a poor family among rocks
A child was born with a bright mane
Pink coat in colorless home
Such a punchline in a grey world
Gathered rocks in silence
Aching hooves our pay for a hard work
Dust on my eyes and throat
I dreamed of world out of my life
I breathed the choking air on the wordless world
I walked on soil bare of seeds
Throughout the days I gazed repressed at hollow skies
A solace for indifference
The tremor passed over our farm
World of Disney ch. 5World of Disney ch. 54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Epcot (part 2): World Showcase
Mexico wasn't anything entirely spectacular, in England's mind anyway. There was a fairly cozy looking restaurant over looking the lake in the center of the World Showcase, filled with enthusiastic park visitors and employees. Across from this restaurant was a large "Aztec Temple", colored tan with accents of reds, blues, purples, and greens. Upon entering this building, one found himself in a large marketplace. While walking around, America's heart became attached to a warm blue poncho.
"Check it, Artie!! Cool, huh?"
"More like very warm "
After purchasing the item, England had to convince his American partner that it was much to hot to even think about wearing it around.
"I can deal!! If Russia can do it, why can't I?"
"DON'T- His name is Ivan. And I'm not entirely sure how he can do many of the things he does. In any case, I'm sure you are not impervious to heat exhaustion. Now give me that vile thing, so I can put it away." Arthur pulled the
Empire's Fall CH2Stardate 2284.278Empire's Fall CH26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Starship USS Lexington NCC-1709</b>
Commander Jonathan "Jack" Riley shook of the disorientation of feeling like he was in two places at once as the cascading light stopped shimmering around him and cleared to show him to be on the transporter pad aboard the Lady Lex. Intellectually, he knew that he was never actually in two places at once when he was going through the transporter, but even after over twenty years in Starfleet, and using the transporter on and almost daily basis, he could never shake that feeling.
Impatience gnawed at him as he waited for the transporter to finish rematerializing him. Dashing off before it was finished might not be the most dangerous thing you could do on the pad, but it was fairly high up there. When the transporter chief gave him a curt nod, however, he barely cleared the bulkhead doors as they opened in reaction to his rapid approach.
Out in the corridor, there were Lexington crewmen rushing about, some more fra
His Soul Burns Brighter. His Soul Burns Brighter.His Soul Burns Brighter.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a boy
Who feels too much
But cannot say
What he needs to say.
So he thinks a lot
Hours and hours
And then he began to write.
He quickly writes down
What he has wanted to say:
Whispers and secrets
Love and hate
In just a few short years
He will have burned through
Thousands of papers
With a colored pen and an eager hand.
He never erases
For he loves
Each and every word
He wants his thoughts
to be blatantly heard.
His soul burns brighter
Than any of ours ever could...
We can plead and wish
But we do not have
His unique gifts.
His eyes change color
As his thoughts
Turn to writing,
For he is to paper
As thunder is to lightning.
One of these days
He will gain the confidence to speak,
His introverted ways
Will begin to decrease.
Over the years
This boy has turned into a man,
Long and swift fingers
Attached to calloused hands.
His heart has scars
Along with his ego,
But when things get bad,
In his writing he will show
this won't end up as a suicide notethere aren’t enough momentsthis won't end up as a suicide note2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love you, or words
in the English language to call you
beautiful. there aren’t enough
heartbeats in me to dedicate you
something you might deserve.
you can no longer lie.
a vengeful earthquake births itself inside
your unkind frame-- bones and skin and
muscle knotted together as an attempt
at something durable; but when you scream,
you don’t wake up. your world
collapses in mounting seconds. words
are a currency and you are
finally rich. you have lived
in the mouths of ghosts for so long
that you can walk through walls;
you aren’t here, you’re choking
on other planets from a lack of oxygen
and understanding. but I will love you,
I will love you; dear wallflower,
your petals are not wilted. dear
anonymous, I could give you a name.
dear hopeless, there are not enough words
in the English language for how beautiful
you really are.
ToastStraight up, my friend:Toast4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that's the only way to drink a poem.
I raise my glass,
I know the drink, I know the game.
I don't want
your fancy blends,
a wine that doesn't know how to touch my mouth!
I raise my glass
and when I drink I understand.
My poison knows its purpose
and if you offer me your cup,
yours had better know it, too,
'cause I don't want to die confused,
straight up, my friend,
For Jasmine YouFor Jasmine You6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Broken glass reverberating across a tile floor, screams arising from households across the nation. Wildfire spread, bringing with it the flood of emotions that could only be brought on by a tragedy. The impossibility of the event was astounding; there was no way that their hearts were shattered. The pieces would never be retrieved; they were littered in piles, piles upon piles of agony and sympathy. Love turned to tears, tears turned to a sleepless future. He was gone, forever gone.
Pale eyes opened against the purpling surroundings around him, soon taking in the swirling landscape that captured his interest. Brilliant shades of purple and pink floated around him, trails of a watery liquid floating across his line of sight, encircling the misty orb that closed him in. Weightlessness caught his attention, as he effortlessly pulled his knees to his chest, covering what skin was exposed at the time. Smiling, he closed his eyes, soon outstretching a pale hand towards a trail of crystalline
DN: After ChristmasLightxL: After ChristmasDN: After Christmas6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oww," came a low grumble from the heap of limbs sprawled around the toilet. A head with midnight black hair was ducked inside the bowl, looking down into the toilet's clear water at the bottom. The owner of that head was the world's three most greatest detectives all condensed into one--L. Yet, the investigative maven was not acting like his genius self today. Instead, he awoke to a monstrous headache and quickly made his way to the bathroom, covering his mouth with his hand and glad he made it to the bowl before the bile sprayed out of his mouth. His stomach hurt and felt like it was bubbling. His brain felt like it was expanding and pressing against his skull, about to to crack it open, and L almost wished it would.
This was beyond feeling ill.
"I'm dying," he grunted to nobody, sliding onto the floor and lying on the cool, tiled floor.
"You're not dying," came Light's voice from
Soul X Maka 'The Cruise' P1Soul X Maka 'The Cruise' P14 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Soul come on!" Maka shouted from the front door. She already had her deep blue suitcase and purple bag with baby blue hearts packed up and ready to go by the door. She had cleaned up the house yesterday while Soul tried to pack what he wanted to bring into his black suitcase. He finally showed up at the door with his suitcase and a red bag with a black soul on its right side. They rushed to the limo Tsubaki and Black Star rented for the four of them to ride to the ship. Kid had bought each of them a ticket for the cruise traveling from Miami, Florida to Mexico, then to Brazil, then Argentina after that they would circle back and end back in Florida, but this time in the keys. Kid did this for Black Star, Tsubaki, Maka, and Soul because he wanted to thank them for saving him a month ago when they were in a fierce battle against a demon warrior. It was simple, a 10 day cruise for saving his life. The four of them made their way to get there cards each one had $1500 on
ST: D.A: Prologue Pt. 4STAR TREK: DEFIANCE|ALLIANCEST: D.A: Prologue Pt. 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PROLOGUE PART: 4
SETA XII, EARLY MORNING
The planet was a barren waste land of nothing but endless miles of sand dunes, dirt cliffs and a dead sea to its east, which could hardly be called a sea because of its size. Seta XII or better known to the Federation as Project S.E.T.A (Space Environment Treatment Association) was a series of twelve planets, all sectioned off for private research by S.E.T.A, a program that had long since died over 80 years ago. All were later destroyed after being heavily polluted and intoxicated by the experiments the S.E.T.A preformed, all except for one; XII.
XII was different from all the others. It had, or used to, be home to many different creatures: birds, mice, an odd camel like creature and of course its pride and joy; The Sand Dune Wild Horse. However as time went by, the Federation's interest in keeping the program running soon died, but its because of the Sand Dune Horse that XII was saved from the