Creepy Pasta: Friends?Let me begin by stating I don't believe in magic. It is simply a variation of illusions and the trick of the hand. For I am a girl of science, one that believes almost anything can be explained through logic. Reason I say almost is because something happened...something even I can't figure out. Now before you close this note, and get on with your own life, let me repeat that I only list the facts and the facts go like this...
It was a quiet, sublime morning, which was a near impossible task in my household. Had it not been for the fact, my siblings were off, whether at work or studying at institutes, the home would have been a buzz of chatter and life. Yet the peace did little to stifle my unsettling nerves that creped along the vertebrate of my spine. I took to work automatically, eating a simple meal of cereal with a plastic spoon.
My Mother and FatherSummary:My Mother and Father5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shippo woke up one evening after a long day of shard hunting and fighting one of Naraku's henchmen. He thinks about the group and what his spot in the tiny family they became. Thoughts turn to Kagome and Inuyasha as they became the young boy's parents with out even realizing it. He wants to call them his parents but he's afraid of their answer would be.
My Mother and Father
One night in the cool evening, a small child woke up suddenly from his dreams once more of his father's death when the thunder brothers killed him. His wide green eyes glance around the camping noting everyone in the group one by one. Everybody was tired from looking for the jewel shards then later fighting with Kagura.
Sango slept near the fire with Kirara by her side, her hand an inch away from her weapon incase an enemy is near by to strike him or a certain perverted Monk. Miroku lay near Sango but not to close incase she
Stay a Little LongerYou sang to me one night- voice slow, and soft, and smooth with a slight hint of a southern drawl, and it was wonderful- with your hazy eyes shyly offering an escape, and I took it without hesitation.Stay a Little Longer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Always so polite, with notes written on your hands as you held mine. I love when you do that, you know, when you pull me close- breaths mingling, and fingers tangled in my hair. Shyness crept from you in waves like sonar and I decoded your hidden messages with no problem. But dear, your touches never really needed that much convincing on my part anyway.
I remember how your eyes reflected our meal that night- all black, and hollowed out with a side of harsh demands and 'not so secret' longing. You never were good at keeping that hidden- desire streamed across your face like candlelight and I couldn't decide which looked better on you.
And every time I go up there, I think of your smile, you know that right? Your smile would flash in my eyes brighter than the spotlight for those few moments
Christmas Snow and Mistletoe- InuYasha Fan FictionInuYasha's ears flattened against his skull as he regarded the well. All she had said was it was Christmas and she was going home. She had left, just like that.Christmas Snow and Mistletoe- InuYasha Fan Fiction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had the numbing feeling that it had more to do with Kikyo than this "Christmas."
The wind blew, freezing and uncomfortable over the dead grass, shaking the tree beneath him. The trees themselves were starting to fade as well, relinquishing their leaves to the clutches of winter. The clouds above promised snow soon. Everything looked dead and lifeless. Especially now that Kagome was gone.
He hated when she was gone.
Maybe he could apologize. Maybe he should just go after her . . .
"Why don't you go after her?"
InuYasha jumped, almost losing his grip on his branch. He whipped his head down to see Miroku staring up at him from the ground, leaning casually on his staff. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" InuYasha yelled, trying vainly to cover up his slip in composure. He couldn't be seen pining over a stupid human girl. He was a
My Love, My BelovedTitle: My Love, My BelovedMy Love, My Beloved4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Author: Demitria Miriam
Rating: PG-13 (maybe R for language but that's about it)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and make no money off this piece of fiction.
Note: This was written pre-ending to the Inuyasha series, so if ages or time or any fact is off, that's why xD. Also this is alternate reality.
Summary: Naraku's been destroyed and the Shikon no Tama has been completed. Now there's one thing left to do; make a wish. What will Inuyasha do when the choice is given to him? A glimpse of Kagome's fate were Inuyasha to choose to revive Kikyou with the Jewel of Four Souls. AR.
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My Love, My Beloved
...and the Jewel of Four Souls was finally completed two years after Naraku's ultimate demise. Kagome Higurashi had both dreaded and longed for this day; the day that she would hand Inuyasha the jewel and ask him to make his wish. She had done so without a moment's hesitation, much to everyone's utter astonishment, Inuyasha being the most surprised. He h
KagomeXinuyasha touch as light as airKagomeXinuyasha touch as light as air3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kagome marched straight up to koga and to everyone's surprise, pulled his face down and pushed her lips onto his. The wolf made a small noise in surprise before relaxing into the pose, wrapping his muscular arms about the girl's waist. 'Looks like kagome's finally come to realize how much she loves me, huh?' Koga thought smugly. Kagome was actually starting to enjoy the kiss; that is until koga's tongue darted into her mouth.
"Nghh!!!" she pushed away abruptly, panting slightly. The look of surprise, and confusion covered the wolf demons face along with a dark red blush spreading to his ears. 'Huh .? What just happened..? .' The man thought. His mouth was moving, but he wasn't forming any words.
"Kagome! What on earth ." Sango gasped.
"i-i " kagome began; backing away slowly, while her team members and the wolves stared at her with puzzlement.
She felt like she was going to cry, she had such conflicting emotions right now that overc
SecretsHe sat in the grass, her head in his lap, with the bright sun warming their bodies in the cool January air. The girl turned on her side, her breath tickling his legs. She sighed happily, as she still had a month with him before he left. She didn't ask where he was going, nor where he had gone last week, when he missed their second date. But now, she trusted him. She knew when he would be at work, and when his classes were. He knew the same of her, and he knew every important date of hers. He knew her brother's birthday, and the day that her dog had died. He knew everything about her. Well, almost. But she still didn't know all of his secrets. The phone calls he received frequently, when he replied cryptically, a simple "Yes, Sir." as most answers. It wasn't his father, as she first guessed. But she was content to have his heart, and she trusted that he wouldn't cheat on her.Secrets3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He reached past her head, and picked three long strands of grass. He idly worked them in his hands, h
Of Paper Bags and Potatoes - InuxKag One-ShotOf Paper Bags and Potatoes - InuxKag One-Shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Of Paper Bags and Potatoes
Author: Demitria Miriam
Pairing: Inu x Kag
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and make no money off this piece of fan made fiction.
Note: It was suppose to be a drabble (400-600 words). Psh. I swear drabbles are almost impossible for me to write. Also, Inuyasha... ever the practical-yet-somehow-romantic hanyou that he is xD
Word Count: 1374
Summary: She'd received countless Valentine's gifts this year... but she cherished the ugliest one the most for what it represented. Inu x Kag. Fluff. One-Shot. Complete.
Of Paper Bags and Potatoes
She sighed tiredly, smiling as one of her classmates handed her yet another box of chocolates. Bowing, she thanked the blushing boy as he walked off awkwardly.
"Wow, I think you've gotten a gift from every boy in our class this year, Kagome-chan," Yuka giggled next to her as they walked down the hall to meet up with Eri and Ayumi at their lockers.
"Yeah..." Kagome trailed off, knowing there was one person
I Know That SmellAuthor's Notes: InuYasha and all characters in this fan fiction are the property of Rumiko Takahashi.I Know That Smell5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
InuYasha bolted through the woods, occasionally taking to the trees to get back faster. He had been hunting in the farthest reaches of his forest when he caught the familiar yet out of place scent on the wind.
"There's no way I should be smelling this! The well has been closed for 3 years! Someone's gonna have some explaining to do when I get back," he thought to himself.
Reaching the village he raced straight through, ignoring the calls from the villagers and his friends. InuYasha was getting closer to the source of the smell that had him so confused and he was not stopping to chit-chat with anyone along the way. He slowed his pace as he neared the clearing where the Bone Eaters well sat, coming to a stop just along the edge to sniff the air one more time before he stepped out of the forest. Sure enough, there
Soul Eater - NotSoul Eater - Not4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soul entered the apartment with a huge sigh. He had had a long day of dealing with feelings he had never felt before. He had been thinking about them for a long time, but it was to much and to hard to think about at the moment.
He walked into the living room expecting to see his meister reading or watching a movie. Instead, he found her asleep on the couch in a tank top that was riding up almost to showing her bra. Her feet were propped up on the arm of the couch making her skirt slide up with her book resting open on her chest.
He stopped in his tracks to stare at the sleeping girl. Did she really have to tempt him so bad? "You don't see me as a guy do you?" he said, leaning over her. Their faces so close that his hair brushed her face.
"Hey Maka, wake up," he said, poking her cheek, "Your going to get sick if you sleep her with your stomach exposed."
"Noooooo," she whined, batting at him, making
Not Just SweetsNot Just Sweets2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Valentines Day had little to no impact to young scythe meister, Maka Albarn. Love was nothing but an invalid, complex, and unsuccessful experience in her view. Her parents were living proof of that tragedy. Since then, Valentines Day had been passed as any ordinary day, but that didn't mean it would limit her to seeing it as a holiday for significant others.
Liz and Patty were the ones who had come up with this idea since they wanted some girl time bonding before the holiday. The Thompson sisters had insisted to cook at Kid's place for their kitchen had often been left neglected despite its clean, beautiful appearance. Tsubaki gave in to the idea whole heartedly and Maka smiled with approval. Now here they were, in Kid's kitchen, conversing about Maka's willingness to celebrate the least holiday she would ever consider.
"It surprises me that you actually looked forward to this, Maka," a tall, skinny female with shoulder lengthen dirty blonde hair stated.
"Well, Valentines Day is
Perfectly FlawedPerfectly Flawed9 years ago in Teen More Like This
A child's delighted laughter could be heard ringing throughout the otherwise quiet and hibernating world. It was peaceful. Snow blanketed the earth, transforming fields and plains into magical wonderlands of joy and turning mountains into gigantic glittering diamonds beneath the light of the moon and stars. All was quiet and peaceful, most animals safely tucked away in their caves and underground boroughs for the winter, families cuddling around slowly burning fires within their modest huts, wrapped in furs and blankets, sipping hot tea that could easily scald the lips of a child who wasn't careful.
Just outside one such hut where the windows were gleaming from the firelight stood a young woman wrapped in a warm blue fleece jacket and sweater, a red scarf around her neck and her hands clasped before her in matching red gloves, a red stocking cap completing the look. Warm black boots adorned her feet, and her elegant black pants hid the long john underwear providing an extra layer of wa
Make A Wish.Make A Wish.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Make A Wish.
Soul was napping again. This time he fell asleep right after he got home from school on their red love seat in the living room. He wasn't sleeping 20 minutes when something hard hit him in the chest. Soul lazily opened his eyes to see what the heck it was. To his surprise he saw his partner Maka sitting on him.
"There are other couches ya know." Soul told her.
"I know" she replied, "But I feel like sitting on this one."
"Do you want me to get up ?" Soul asked
"No" Maka answered.
"Suit yourself. " Soul wasn't going to complain, he would want nothing more then to cuddle with his secret desire on their love seat. It would seem that Maka felt the same since she spun around and just laid down on him, resting her head beside his. 'Whats got into her?' Soul thought 'Is this actually happening? I can sense her soul's wavelength and it seems that she wants this as much as I do. Could
Only You Can Make Me PurrIkuto woke up to the sound of bubbly laughter. He was cold and felt stiff after his sleep. He sat up slowly and rubbed his tired eyes. Looking around at his surroundings, he saw he was in a park. Hed fallen asleep on one of the many stone benches surrounding the elaborate water fountain. No wonder I feel like crap, he thought.Only You Can Make Me Purr6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Remembering why he woke up in the first place, Ikuto looked around for the source of laughter. He spotted a girl with pink shoulder-length hair wearing a slightly gothic outfit with a hint of a girly vibe. Amu? he mumbled, still slightly tired from his nap.
Oh, uh, morning I-Ikuto, Amu looked at him with a giddy yet embarrassed and slightly guilty look. She quickly shoved whatever she was looking at that made her laugh so much into her pocket. It shone like pink metal when she put it away.
Curious, he stood up and made his way closer to Amu. He bent down so his face was at the same level as hers. Amu, what was that?
If You're Happy..."As long as you're happy, I'm happy, too."If You're Happy...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all started with a shovel, as silly as that may sound.
We were around six years old at the time. I was the innocent little girl; he was the big, bad bully on the playground. He took my sand shovel from me, claiming it was his. I responded by hitting him over the head with my bucket.
It's funny how friendships start sometimes.
Despite my emotional scar and his bump on the head (and ego), we quickly became best friends. Considering we were in the same class, went to the same daycare centre and lived on the same street, it only made sense that our friendship would grow over time.
What didn't make sense was how he could fall for someone like me.
I turned to face the familiar voice, bracing myself against the chilling wind that whipped my hair around my face. Tucking my hands into the depths of my pockets, I looked up to see Erik running towards me. His jacket was unzipped and billowing behind him, resembling something like a
Of Daisies and IvyShe always smiled. It had become habit after years of forcing the smile that now it was natural for her lips to curve upwards, even when tears shined brightly in her eyes. No one could see through the smile after awhile and this young girl went through life, always seen as the happy one.Of Daisies and Ivy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When others were happy around her she was seen as one of them. They laughed with her and were treated when she laughed back. And sometimes the smile would touch her eyes, sending the deep velvet blue to sparkle with an inner galaxy of mirth and joy.
When others were sad though, she was whispered about. They called her air-headed and sadistic. They said that she was smiling at their pain and that she didn’t care about others. They would try their hardest to break her down, to snap that smile in half. But they never saw the tears that dotted her cheeks and moistened her lips.
So our broken little angel went through life, knives stuck in her back from
SoMa Fanfic - Just YouSoMa Fanfic - Just You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Maka, busying herself with making dinner, gazed out the window at the setting sun. It was her turn to cook and she was trying something new. She had looked through some old cookbooks she found and found an interesting recipe that looked tasty.
As Maka worked over the stove Soul sat in his room doing homework since Maka told him he wouldn't get any dinner unless he did the homework that she had already finished. He groaned as he sat at his desk, looking down at the sheet of homework and book, but the aroma of food was so tempting he knew he absolutely had to finish it.
Why does she even care if I do my homework or not anyway? It's not like its her grade She is top of the class. That doesn't mean I have to be though
Soul pondered in his room as he forced himself to finish the sheet.
"Soul, dinner's ready!" Maka called from the kitchen. "You finished the homework? Didn't you?" she asked sharply as Soul slouched out of his room.
"Yeah yeah. Why do you care anyway?" he a
PaybackBlaire woke with a start, very alert and, for some reason, very cold. Blaire rubbed her eyes wearily and looked around the dark room, realizing after a moment that she must have forgotten to leave Prosper's apartment after he had made her come over to '"admire" his new futon. Honestly, in her opinion, it was more a ragged piece of junk than a futon, but she had to admit that it had been surprisingly comfy. Hence, the reason she had fallen asleep at Prosper's apartment.Payback5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although, she reasoned, it would be difficult not to fall asleep while enduring a every-movie-in-my-apartment marathon that Prosper had suggested- so that they could fully appreciate the futon, apparently. Glancing around her once more, she noticed why she was so cold, and, eyes narrowing dangerously, focused on the sleepily sprawled out man by her side.
Normally she didn't mind falling asleep with Prosper- despite being leaner than most, he was surprisingly easy to use as a pillow- but there was one thing about him that
The Cartographer's DaughterEvery night, he would fold her into his arms before she slept. Creases grew into her, turning brown with wear, and she loved them. When she woke up in the night, dreaming of darkness, he would take her to his desk and draw for her a map of her face, turning it into another world. Tracing the contours of her smile, he would scrawl a warning, "Here be monsters", whispering to her that she was a dragon when angry.The Cartographer's Daughter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she grew older, she populated his maps with creatures and peoples from the books she read, or her own creations. He taught her to draw, and to write with an old inkpen, in a cursive script her teacher could make neither head nor tail of. She made him angry once, drawing in the drying sand with her finger, and smudging the ink. When he was angry, mountain ranges grew across his forehead and caverns opened in his cheeks. Here be lions.
Walking home from school, she knew the local area inside out; from the maps he had drawn and taught her. He would copy them onto o
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r