Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of my bicep. I hate my life. So fucking much. Why didn't he just get it over with and kill me? No. Instead, he makes me suffer. That stupid lying bitch makes me suffer like... Like... Like a kicked kitten.
Actually, I was kicked. Not a kitten, but I was kicked. My right side actually was pulsing and cringing itself with pain, along my ribcage. How did I not
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
My crazy BAMFMy crazy BAMF2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well," Started Murdock "this may sound crazy but,"
"Oh here comes some screwed up plan that won't help us at all and will probably get one of us almost killed." raved Hannibal.
"Why do you think I'm called H.M?" Murdock reclined against the side of the abandoned plane. You could say that the plane was their "thinking place". That's where they all went to plan or think (hence the name).
"Howling Mad." they all recited in unison.
"Anyways, as I was saying, Face, I'm going to need to talk to you about some trucks and stuff." Murdock gave him a maniacal smile.
"Damn." Face rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I hate being the supply guy. Just because I have to converse with Murdock."
"What's that suppose to mean?!" Murdock exclaimed.
"Come now Murdock." Hannibal quieted him down. "Don't become a Murdick."
Baracus stifled a rare smile. Maniacal was a good word to describe Murdock. He had this certain look about him. His hair, for starters, was a dirtyish gray and was unkempt. His hair fell over his
Story About HerShe Woke Up Today. She Wakes Up Most Days. Well She Wakes Up Everyday. She Knows That She Could've Waken Up Dead. Well She Understands That She Is Lucky To Simply Wake Up. As To Have An Extra Day. She Knows To Make This Day Count. Also To Do What She Loves. She is going to school to be a doctor. She is going to school to be a cop. She doesn't know what she wants to be but she knows that her education comes first and that it is very important. Well maybe it doesn't seem that way now to her but later in life it will be.Story About Her2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scarlet Snow.Scarlet Snow.Scarlet Snow.5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soviet Russia, September 1st, 1939.
I've decided to start tracking a journal. Just incase I don't make it out of this alive. I'm Scarlet Rykov, age 16. I was born and raised in The Republic of Ingushetia. Unemployment was up a pretty decent amount, and my father had just gotten laid off from yet another job. We barely had enough money for food to begin with. We weren't extremely poor, but we struggled for food, sometimes even stole. Everybody understood; but it didn't mean it was a good thing about it. Sometimes if I'd get caught, they'd let me go... and other times I was reported or chased away. I've gotten better at it, but maybe not this time.
I don't know where they are taking me. These men, these.. soldiers came in and hoisted my parents and I away. I'm in this wagon.. I could tell it was being pulled by a horse by the hooves clacking against the ground, patting down the snow. A few other kids are here, poor, but I wouldn't bother talking to them. I do
WeaknessWeakness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You know what I realized?" Winry asked suddenly.
"What?" He asked. He tightened his grip around her, his arm circling her waist while she continued sitting on his lap.
"You're the Fullmetal Alchemist, the hero of the people, the oh-so invincible human weapon. But still I can do this " She leaned and kissed the skin under his ear. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and caressed slightly the little fraction of skin she had kissed before, leaving him trembling slightly. She backed away a couple of inches to look at him and saw he was blushing, looking at her with questioning, half-lidded eyes. " and leave you like that" she finished with a smug smile on her face "I love it".
He smiled at her vanity "Glad you do. You're the only one you can do it, too"
She giggled "I know. I love that even more!"
Magnetism: A Proto-creed fic: Ch4 - CommunicationMagnetism: A Proto-creed fic: Ch4 - Communication2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4 - Communication
Altair shifted a little in his seat as he worked through the project with Alex, the other didn't have much to say during the whole study session, but Altair didn't mind it all that much he was used to the quiet, being back in the Auditore home full of hustle and bustle was going to take some getting used to all over again, he hummed a little absently not aware he was even doing it as he wrote down some notes from one of the libraries study books they were working from and sketched out the eagle of the drawing in the book.
Alex turned to tell Altair to quiet with the humming it was sort of irritating but he paused when he noticed how content the other looked, which still unnerved the hell out of him Altair was this human shaped enigma that continued to confuse him, he noticed the other was drawing and raised an eyebrow; well that explained why he was in the art class Altiar was pretty talented at it, he had a ha
Crappy OCT audition "Suuuunshiiine shiiiiniiiing, mooorniiing sleeper viiiewwwww...ryuusei ni...se wo muke ta ino...ru...aw, goddammit." After a much awaited delay, we finally meet this side of the world's heroine, Eko, attempting to learn the correct lyrics to her all time favorite song, Little Prayer. And failing very miserably. "I always time the word 'inoru' wrong, I hate myself." The small blue blob pouted, crossing her arms in a huff. You'd think she'd be better with it, having listened to the song probably 300 or so times. Alas, this wasn't the case. The real lyrics, to her, didn't seem to fit in rhythm to the song and made learning a bother. Being Eko is suffering.Crappy OCT audition1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her mouth to try another attempt which would most certainly fail when she suddenly felt something. Eko paused, twitching her ear and closing her mouth. Surely, with how badly she was butchering the lyrics, no o
Red planet."I think we lost him!".Red planet.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nadia wiped away the red dust that was encrusted across the helmet of her envirosuit. The plastisteel visor subtly dimmed as the scorching rays of the twin suns poked above the horizon. Her pupils sharply adjusted to the sudden influx of light; she was dumbstruck by the unfamiliar landscape that lay before her. Far above her, the sky burnished into a deep terra-cotta, and for a second, it became impossible to distinguish anything. No land, no sky, no horizon. Nothing. The void wrapped itself around her allowing, for the first time since the crash, her mind to relax. Simple pleasures were hard to come by, so this moment of quiet reflection stirred a long forgotten yearning for home comforts: chocolate, fresh water (opposed to the synthcycled fluid she'd become accustomed to) and her bed.
Glancing at her wrist, the chronocom's screen flickered into life.
AdolescenceHe lead me through the door, and out to this perfect world, filled with shimmering stars in the luminecent, yet contradicting, pitch black sky. The grass was damp, dark, and cold against my bare feet. The very uneasy and overwhelming feeling that rushed over me as the light from this undiscovered moon veiled my skin was enough to have me break down into an endless bath of salty, bitter tears.Adolescence2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked up to him, almost reluctantly, as long and stretched hopes of never allowing him too witness me at my weakest came crumbling down. But, what I saw when his alluring, dark blue eyes gazed upon my own, was shocking. He was in tears as well. You couldn't have guessed it by the expression he beared on his face, though. It was blank. Emotionless. Almost as if he had felt this inhuman mixture of joy and utter pain as I was now many, many times prior to this wonderous and confusing moment.
He stretched out his pale as snow hand to me, offering to help me off my knees. I gripped my palm against h
Misha's first appearance in Dark Whispers(I thought vamp666akuma would enjoy reading Misha's first appearance in my new book Dark Whispers, part 2 in the Books of Afaennon. This is just a first draft, so if there are grammar and/or spelling mistakes, please forgive me.)Misha's first appearance in Dark Whispers1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hate taking the watch," Misha complained. He reached down and scratched his rear, swatting at a couple mosquitoes that hovered around his sweaty face. "Especially watching in the hot muggy marshlands. Ick."
"Shh," came the sharp reprimand of the girl beside him, her dark eyes scanning the horizon. Girl was the wrong term, though. This was a woman. A strong, beautiful woman. Misha turned to look at her and simply stared for a moment. Of course she did not look back at him, her gaze intent on her surroundings. But the Alyosha was known to be all work and no play, something Misha despised greatly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Misha said then in a hushed whisper, "was my complaining disturbing
A Misadventure (for vamp666akuma)"I'm bored," Misha complained, swinging his legs back and forth off the side of the wagon.A Misadventure (for vamp666akuma)1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Do something then," Luka suggested. He was concentrating on a new spell, trying to lift a rock and place it on another rock. It took a lot of concentration because since he had no idea where the other rock was, he had to use his magic to guide him. But Misha had been complaining about being bored for the past half-hour and so he had made little to no progress with it.
"Like what? Give me some ideas. I implore you," Misha begged, laying out on the wagon and setting his head on Luka's lap, looking up at him pleadingly.
"Get off," Luka said, pushing the boy's head off his lap, inadvertently causing him to fall off the wagon completely. Misha landed lithely though, on his feet, having twisted in the air to land.
"So rude," he said, shaking his head and looking around, hands on his hips. He narrowed his eyes at Sasha and Alexei over by the fire, grinning slightly then as he walked over to them
Incubus Preview"Thank God you've come."Incubus Preview2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gaspard certainly hadn't been expecting that though it was appreciated. The other man didn't sound like he was joking, which would've been understandable since Gaspard was a man of the cloth after all, indeed he actually sounded a bit grave. Gaspard watched as immediately after the man opened the door to him he quickly walked into the kitchenette. Gaspard quietly closed the front door to the small house and joined his new landlord. The other man, shorter than Gaspard and a little heaver, hastily straightened some papers and held out a ring of two keys.
"They open the front and the sliding glass doors over there. One's a spare, obviously." He gestured to the other side of the room after Gaspard took them, into the living room area where two sliding glass doors led out onto a screened off back porch. Gaspard could see a retention pond and plenty more houses beyond them. "And this" The man slid a few sheets of paper and a pen to him on the counter th
2DxMurdoc - Untitled2D sighed. He dropped his head letting his blue hair cover his eye... holes , and leaned back on the couch.2DxMurdoc - Untitled2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"2D-kun," Noodle came in,"why you not happy?" The little Japanese stood before the upset singer. "-t's nuthin, luv." 2D responded, not looking at her. "Russel-sama!" Noodle called to the other room, "Come here, yes."
The heavy set man trudged into the room. "What's up Noods?" Noodle pointed to 2D, "Why he not happy?" she asked, her english not the best.
Russel shifted his eyes to the lanky blue haired man on the couch. "What's goin on homie? Why you unhappy?" 2D just grumbled and folded his arms across his chest,"Murdoc."
Now it was Russels turn to get angry. "What he do now, D?" 2D shook his head, his anger subsiding a bit. "2D-kun, tell us what has Murdoc-san do?" Noodle asked, shaking her deep purple bangs from her eyes. Her radio helmet sat still against the jumpy girl.
2D didn't give in. Russel sighed, "Where." he simply stated. 2D removed his shirt revealing the dark
Demon King PrologueDemon King:Demon King Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To merely have free will is meaningless. To "have" is only to just possess. It means to just see the choices in front of you passing by, watching; waiting for what could be, wondering what could be. In that case, a man is nothing more than a spectator; a person who would rather have life play out before him like a play, constantly following the script instead of jumping up in the audience and screaming out a new twist to the show.
Utilization is the key. Fear is the obstacle. The world's rewards are given only to those that can abolish this fear, burn the script, and utilize their free will to author their own fates. That is what it means to live.
However Never forget that tragedy follows close to those whose ambition is greater than fates bonds, more often than not.
Clowning Around: Gag 1Gag 1Clowning Around: Gag 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"...And that's how a mime ended up in our circus." Tilting her bottle until it was completely vertical over her open, painted mouth, Bayla shook out the last few drops. When no more came she gave a shrug and placed it with the twenty-something others on the porch. From her hammerspace pockets she took out two new bottles. She tilted them to her audience. "Lil' help here Seiro?"
A deep baritone replied, "Can't you get a freakin' bottle opener?"
"Now where's the fun in using something so plain? C'mon, hook me up!" She pressed the bottles inot her ringleader's bare chest. His coat was always open. "I'll clean up after the animals tonight!" To drive the bribe home, Bayla flashed a sharp-toothed grin. Seiro perked. Having the nutso clown clean up the animal pens was a scheduled duty; but she always managed to skip out. Odds were even if he did open the booze she wouldn't clean up anyway. But with Bayla, he'd grasp at any straws he could.
Taking the bottles, Seiro plaed them under
Clowning AroundThe Everyday Life of Gray and BaylaClowning Around5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
People flew out of the mimes way as she sprinted into the tenement section of the city. They hardly batted an eyelash a clown on a unicycle came barreling after her, just minutes behind; though that didnt stop them from giving her an even wider berth. Though it was drenched in familiarity, the explosions that rocked them soon afterwards sent a shiver up their spines and throughout their bodies. Deep down they knew they shouldnt have been surprised. This had been happening for far too long to be, but they were. Every day it was the same thing; a crazed clown on a unicycle chasing a poor, confused mime. In their hearts they wished that the madness would stop for both themselves and the mime, but they knew it was wasted hope. It would continue like this, every day, as it had for the last three years.
The aforementioned mime was currently running for her lifeagainas a hellhound chased her through the bowels of Satan
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 21Back at the car park at Kong studios Russel had just helped Murdoc to get up on his legs and dragged him to the car. They needed to get to the airport and get Noodle back. Russel had even tried to make Murdoc drop the damn frying pan he had swing around with after poor Cortez. Russel was so damn tired of this all. He gave the bassist a slap across the face to make him stop acting like a moron. Murdoc had just shook his head a little before he started chuckle and talk a lot of crap again. Russel sighed and grabbed the car keys from Murdoc's Winnebago and unlocked the bassist's new car. Russel blinked at the bassist who only chuckled.MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 212 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Russel: Who will drive?
Russel: Stupid question Get in!
Murdoc: Just make sure to kill us on the way Russ.
Russel: Shut up! Just get into the damn car!
Murdoc and Russel got into the car and put on the safety belt. Murdoc had brought a can of beer with him and opened it while Russel drove away from Kong studios. Russel glared at M
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 192D woke up early the next morning all tired without any sleep at all. He hadn't got much sleep at all since he read the message he got from Noodle the last night. He groaned as he rubbed his hair and forced himself out of the bed. He was going to take photos for the new collection today. The blue haired singer didn't felt for it at all. 2D went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. After that he watched himself in the mirror for a while. He didn't bother that much of his reflection like the girls always did. They went crazy if they discovery a pimple or that their makeup were messed up. 2D shrugged and then got dressed. He didn't care about eating breakfast and instead walked out on the balcony. He stared out over the town and sighed. He thought about Noodle's message again. She seemed to miss him very much. 2D felt bad for leaving her without even say good bye. Noodle was like his little sister after all. But yet the singer couldn't go back. He had been gone for a long while and if hMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 192 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 16The night slowly turned into morning. The sun rose over the hotel and the first one who woke up was the bassist. Murdoc hadn't got much sleep at all. He hadn't got any damn sleep at all since he came here! Murdoc groaned and rubbed his black messy hair. He rose from the bed and stretched a little. He could hear some small creaking sounds from his neck and he groaned deeply. Today it was only packing and driving on the bands list. Murdoc didn't bother to get dress or brush his teeth. He walked around in the room and started to collect his things that lay all over the floor. The room looked like a bomb had exploded in there. The bassist chuckled when he imaged the cleaner's expression when he or she saw the mess the bassist had left after him. Murdoc didn't have to bother so much about his clothes since he didn't changed clothes that often. And he now realized that he had felled asleep in his black jeans. He didn't care if he had worn them for almost three days in row now. It was how heMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32Artist's comment: I can't believe I couldn't think of ANYTHING good. I literally spent 2 weeks restarting this over and over. And still nothing good came out of it. Fuck...I'm so sorry...There will be things that I look forward to writing out...but it'll take some time to get to them...I'm filling in the boring stuff as much as I can. Forgive me. :CMurdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 323 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wot the fuck happened?" A distant, muffled voice asked. Murdoc's voice. "Well...we DID get along for the first few minutes...and then...it turned rotten real fast. David--" Rachel's voice was cut off quickly. "Oh! It's always David! If he's got a problem wit' me, then me and him'll talk it out! He needs to leave Stuart out of it!" The bassist was getting angry. "I know..." A quiet growl. "Where the fuck is he, anyway?" There was a pause. "At work. Stuart's in here."
A door opened and light blin