Stealing Memories: Chapter One"Aymee! Get the hell out of the shower; it's my turn!" The boy sounded furious as he screeched from outside the door.Stealing Memories: Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His name is Tanner; he's the boy who got mixed into my family when my father married Jamie. Jamie Madison. She's a middle school French teacher. I don't hate her or anything like that; it's her insufferable spawn I can't stand: Tanner, Jessica, and Mason.
Wait, let me rephrase this. It's Tanner and Jessica I can't stand. Tanner's younger than me by a year, but he acts like he's my elder or such, and Jessica is just an obnoxious- excuse my language- bitch. I know this seems rather corny, like a bad Life Time drama, but Mason's one of my closest friends. He understands me, if that makes any sense at all.
"What are you a girl? I deserve more shower time then you do." I retorted and turned the scalding water off. There, I hope he freezes.
I mindlessly drag my clothes on and jump out the door brushing past the freak on my way out. I barely heard him yell after me on my way d
RecklesslyRecklessly5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: I'm glad to say my other story, Calamity Clarisse, was voted "Most Humorous" on the "Veritas Awards" and, for that, I should thank all of you –my amazing readers, so: thank you so much.
This story has no relation with CC at all, is just a different take at Clarisse and Chris with a lot more fluff (to an extent that it makes me feel kinda awful about writing it, lol) but I hope you like these versions of characters you've all grown used to seeing me writing in a different way.
I hope the fans of shameless romance enjoy this one - though I haven't slept in over 24hrs and I'm not really sure of what exactly I wrote down here. Please, leave a review.
Once again, be warned: This seriously weird. xD
I think most people can't tell the difference between being brave and being reckless. I don't blame them, of course; most of the time, it really is very hard to tell.
I, for instance,
MadnessHe can hardly stand. Look at the body in front of him, which is not much better than him. Chris tries to advance but is exhausted, his knees tremble convulsively, but he still tries, while the other person is dropped on the floor.Madness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the stands, Kronos's warriors are screaming for blood and the death of one of the two, but the darkness does not let he see their faces.
His opponent gets up with difficulty. Chris doesn't want to keep fighting, he doesn't want to be a murderer, but it's his life or his opponent's one. He tries to focus, but fatigue is rife in sight.
But when he recognizes his opponent, drops the sword. He isn't the big, strong warrior anymore, he is a little girl, so like he that almost hurts.
"Mary" His sister's name came out of his mouth in what seems to him a whisper. He can't kill her; he can't kill his sister, her little sister who is just a mortal. But Mary charge against him with strong movements. "You are a mirage, Mary! Get away! "He shouted while retr
Push and Pull - 1A/N: If you know me and you're reading this, then you're probably surprised this is not a comedy, right? Yeah, I know. I've been meaning to write a Thuke story for a long time but despite giving it loads of tries I still haven't reached my main goal, I guess. I have had an epiphany about it but, so far, I haven't got around to it. During this last July though, I made three or four of these little very short stories and I decided -now that I've reread them - that it wouldn't hurt to have them published. I count on you guys for reviews and support since I do intend to go on with this for around a few more chapters. I'm posting the first four stories at once -since they are so short - but, please, make sure you give me your opinion on all of them, alright? If you're in the mood for something lighter, please check my other stories; two comedies that go by the name of "Calamity Clarisse" and "Sweet and Corny". I hope you like them as well.Push and Pull - 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
LocoLyrics: Etoule Pucoratteyellow: Kirashuku yankiruchu pochankku, borashika jupasipa nochichiLocoLyrics: Etoule Pucoratte6 years ago in Other More Like This
Jirashiku yachirufu karchekku, barashiku jupassipa topopo (green: noi noi noi, noi noi noi
green: Aranoi panchore pepenios, dochore manchore canchore, chos (yellow: la la la la la la lala)
Chestinara mulchinore pultenyos, denporena porocho panchos (pink: oooh ooh lala, ooh yala)
black: Bo bado bam bam badobado red: oh yo black: badabadam red: alalala lalala la black: ba laladadam red: oh yo
red: Changuraratta kenguruetta ponkrattoi, panguraratta ketterabutta kaprappu (yellow: oooh ooh lala!, oooh ooh lala!)
Changuraratta kenguruetta ponkrattoi, panguraratta ketterabutta kaprappu (pink: oooh ooh lala!, oooh ooh lala!)
pink: Un di pu cli pu di, darfleefe par fi lap zi du (green: nore nore bu bu, nore nore red: lalala lalala la)
Douche meru moi jy cuay la vivant toi, jai la leve la padit pans ont (blue: ooooh ooh lala yellow: la la la la red: lama lamama lamanlala)
All: Cocoreccho pan koraketton, chakaretapaton chur
Calamity Clarisse - Chapter 6Calamity Clarisse - Chapter 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: I'm here! Do I hear a general uproar of joy or what? Lol Ok, guys, this chapter got too long so I split it in two parts what, I'm afrai, might have affected it's humor somehow. I'll be back with part 2 before you can say "Clarisse needs to own up to her feelings already!", I promise. On the mean time though, please read my new favorite story on ffnet: it's a Chrisse story called "Verge", all from Chris' POV and is wonderfully written. I'm actually afraid you'll all give up on this one to cheer for this other story so please don't abandon me, lol.
But do make sure you read it, it's quite amazing. Love,
Chapter 6: I'm invited to a Family Reunion (Part 1)
"Don't be offended by my frank analysis /Think of it as personality dialysis /Now that I've chosen to become a pal a sister and adviser /There's nobody wiser /Not when it comes to popular" – Popular
Birthnight"I never knew the nights were this long. Before this, I always spent my nights talking with brother about alchemy, about our future...and once we got tired from all the talking, we'd fall asleep and dream of happy things. One night seemed so short then. Now one night feels so... so awfully long." Alphonse Elric, chapter 43Birthnight5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ -:- ~
Edward Elric loves to sleep.
After all, spending every day traveling, researching, chasing leads and getting into various kinds of trouble can get a bit tiring. And he once heard that getting a good night's rest helps you grow, so what he misses from his issues with milk he makes up for in sleeping hours. (In his reasoning, anyway.) He doesn't care anymore where he tucks in for the night; he'll sleep on anything from couches to cold, hard ground, with only a tuft of grass for his pillow. Arms beneath his head, tucked by his chest or sprawled every which-way, mouth slightly open in a gentle snore, shirt rumpled upwards just enough to expos
Ever By Your SideEver By Your Side5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Do you have it all memorized now?" Trisha gazed expectantly into a pair of solemn blue eyes. The little girl nodded.
"Uh-huh. And I won't forget it, ever," she promised, swinging her legs as she perched on the edge of the bed.
"Good girl," said Trisha, a weary but proud smile on her lips. "I knew I could count on you. And remember," she added, leaning forward and raising her eyebrows mysteriously, "you can't tell anyone about this, not even Ed and Al. It's our special secret, alright? Can you keep it safe for me?"
"Of course I can!" The words were hot and stubborn, filled with childish passion. "I promise I won't ever tell an-y-one. Cross my heart. 'Sides," Winry muttered as a resentful afterthought, "they never tell me their secrets."
~ -:- ~
They never told her their secrets, instead burying themselves in dusty alchemy books and the mysteries of the universe, driven by blind desire and false hope...and now they have paid the price for it. Ed is eleven and
The Curiosity ShopThe shopkeeper stands behind a wooden counter, elegantly carved and pockmarked with age. He is neither young nor old; there are small transformations in his features and expression, from moment to moment, that make it impossible to guess his age. These changes are so remarkable that, all by themselves, they prevent his face from being forgettable.The Curiosity Shop6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ceiling of his shop is nearly invisible through a mass of dangling kites from Japan and China. Antique umbrella stands and rapiers in leather scabbards line the floor and walls. The rows of towering shelves are packed with joke rubber vomit and red-hot candies, baskets of delicate seashells and specimens in jars of formaldehyde.
A bell over the door jingles to announce new arrivals, and most days the shopkeeper sees a stream of interested customers. University students breeze through the stacks, humming along with the music coming through their earbuds and flicking their eyes around curiously. Occasionally they stop moving completely and
Calamity Clarisse - Chapt6 pt2Calamity Clarisse - Chapt6 pt25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: You are not dreaming, guys. This is an update. Since I didn't feel like the last chapter was funny, I'm assuming that –if you add this one with the last one –you might get a pretty descent humorous chapter. There's a minor reference to "Lost Hero" on this chapter, that being the "charmspeak" – a power Aphrodite children can develop to convince people into doing whatever they want them to do. Silena will explain it better so don't worry if you haven't read the book just yet.
This chapter has a bit of a serious feeling to it by the end so I hope it won't affect your mood a lot and, above all things, I hope you like it too.
Chapter 6: I'm invited to a Family Reunion (Part 2)
"Don't be offended by my frank analysis /Think of it as personality dialysis /Now that I've chosen to become a pal a sister and adviser /There's nobody wiser /No
Leaves and StormsLeaves and StormsLeaves and Storms5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Aren't leaves supposed to fall slowly? Isn't a leaf supposed to dance to the ground with the air swirling around it and preventing the descent?
Isn't love supposed to be like a falling leaf? It's progression slow and hindered by obstacles along the way?
Why did this leaf fall so fast? Was it weighed down by the rain and snow that had lingered in their hearts for so long? What was it?
It was more like a thunderstorm. Thunderstorms are fast and fleeting, both strike by strike, each one lasting only a second, and the entire storm that lingers for only ten or fifteen minutes, thirty at best at best.
Yes, so their love was a thunderstorm, not a falling leaf. Thunderstorms start off quiet and slow and are sometimes mistaken for plain rainstorms at first. Slowly, though, they show their true nature with small rumbles of thunder here and there. Eventually the storm comes hitting full force, the shock of it sometimes knocking people off their feet and causing them to scream wi
UWRG: App1: Common Wolf MisconceptionsUWRG: App1: Common Wolf Misconceptions4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
"Wolves have never attacked people before."
Has teeth, will bite! You cannot exclude captive wolves from this sort of statement. Any predatory animal can and will bite under the circumstances. There is plenty of documentation that shows wolves have indeed been known to attack humans, including the natives. This is, of course, taking into account rabid, healthy, provoked and unprovoked wolves. But the main focal point being that wolves HAVE attacked people before. One of the most famous pieces of literature documenting wolf attacks is Wolves in Russia by Will N. Graves and Valerius Geist.
"Okay, but there has never been a documented case of a healthy wolf killing a human in North America."
There are in fact two that recently happened over the past 6 years, Candice Berner and Kenton Carnegie. However, because wolfaboos like to believe that another animal was to blame, here is a quoted passage: "On March 7th, 1888 at New Rockford in the
Dear, Clarisse. Count Me InIn all honesty Beckendorf scared me, he could be all sweet and teddy bearish one moment and then just a plain old bear the next. He could also be, like Chris, a total pervert. I didn't have a problem with Chris joking about his 'man-hood' or the fact that I know he fantasizes about me, but with Beckendorf it was different, because he was Silena's boyfriend, so I found it weird when I started pestering him about how manly he was. The conversation started with me patronizing Becks to wits end, like usual. Beckendorf glared at me, "You're having fun with this aren't you?"Dear, Clarisse. Count Me In5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you kidding?" I said loudly, "The last time I had this much fun I was nine and was shooting a bird with whatever artillery I could find and/or ask dad for."
He stared at me like I was some demonic form who had just stabbed him with a knife, finally he said, "Shouldn't you be torturing someone else?"
I raised an eyebrow it was the off season for Camp Half-Blood, the summer had just ended and most of the others were a
RRV: Mary Sue Rant(A man in a red jacket, an arcade Donkey Kong shirt, blue pants, and black shoes is sitting on a couch in a living room.)RRV: Mary Sue Rant5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Randy.: I feel like ranting. But what is there to rant about? Twilight? No, all that needed to be said was said in the fan brat rant. Jonas Bros.? No, I think they're being phased out by new "talent" so no one remembers them. High School Musical? It's over, there's no point. Justin Bieber? I don't even know who he is, so I'd just be blindly bashing and that's ignorant. My Immortal? It's just a joke. People saying "natch" instead of "naturally"? Too soon. Dang, what is there to rant about?! I've gotten most things that really anger me the most out of the way! Hmm
Camerawoman's voice: How about-
Randy: Shush, you're just filling in for the cameraman until he comes back from the cornfield.
Randy: Ah! I've got it!
"I'm on the Nightrain!
And I'm lookin' for some!
I'm on the Nightrain!
So's I can leave this slum!
I'm on the Nightrain!
And I'm rea
The Life Story of a Mary-Sue 1PROLOGUEThe Life Story of a Mary-Sue 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon on a time(Well, actually, only 17 years ago), on the huge, beautiful planet where the king and queen of the universe lived(yes, they are the king and queen of the universe, they rule everyone, including us on Earth), Queen Emerald Sapphire Ruby Diamond Sparkle Perfect Pink Glitter Gem was pregnant. Her husband, the king of the universe, was off on another planet doing some important royal stuff. Then her messenger ran in! "Your highness! Evil people from the planet Villain Land have killed your husband and now they're gonna come here and kill you!" Then suddenly the queen gave birth to 3 triplet girls! "Messenger!" The queen pointed to the first one she gave birth to. "I can tell she is special! Take her to Earth, and take the other two to any planet you want! Give them to ordinary families and give them names that fit on their planet! Goooo!" So the messenger flew away to another planet and people from Evil Land came in and killed the queen and started to rule the u
Death, Upon an EncounterDeath, Upon an Encounter4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's fortunate you're sleeping
(As your race is prone to do)
You won't be frightened, child
Of the things we'll do to you
You won't be waiting for our hands
So chilled and softly white
You'll sink in slumber, blissful
Of your sudden loss of sight
It's strangely sweet, this feeling
That is lurking in my heart
It gives my blood a practice
And my veins a violent spark
I clutch you closely, blessing
What my life can never be
This crux of bones that holds you
Your fresh mortality
It's fortunate you're living
For the living never die
Their souls breathe on forever
Like a perfume of the mind
They do not rest, like Hades
In the dungeons of the earth
But sanctified, they wander
Into still a better birth
I am not living, child
Nor do I rest in peace
My gravestone has no marker
My soul is not at ease
The heart that burns as fire
Seems to set this hell ablaze
I know naught of compassion
But the love that's in your face
Sophia's Big LeapSophia's Big LeapSophia's Big Leap5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*RUSTLE* "What was that?" asked Connor. "Probably just a squirrel." Said Travis. In fact it was not a squirrel, it was me, Sophia (daughter of Dionysus) hiding behind a bush spying on Connor Stoll. 'He's so cute.' I thought. My problem is that I have no idea how to approach guys. I was desperate. I was so desperate I started towards the Aphrodite cabin. Heart beating wildly in my chest.
"Hello?" said one of the Aphrodite girls as she opened the door. "Hi. Did I come at a bad time? I bet I came at a bad time. I'll just " I was about to turn and walk away when the girl said "Stop!" I turned around slowly. "Come in and we will discuss your boy problems."
I have never inhaled so much perfume in my life! I think the only other place that has this much perfume and cologne is a perfume factory. I can't wait to get back to the sweet smell of grapes in my cabin. "So." Said the girl "Who is this boy that you are having troubles with?" "First of all
Alaska Young, As Told by MilesYou're the most invincible, defiant,Alaska Young, As Told by Miles7 years ago in Open More Like This
person I have ever met.
person I have ever loved.
you want to know how to get out, out of the maze.
out of this labyrinth of suffering, labyrinth of pain.
take your white flowers and rush head on into your towers of books.
only one layer between us now, a line blurred by Strawberry Hill and twisted obsessions with last words.
have you finally escaped?
Cronica de Personagem - 01Cronica de Personagem - 014 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Trombetas soam, cantam para os vitoriosos! Aqueles que tão simples e honestos se mantém podem juntar-se ao grande festejo. Sendo eu uma guerreira mesmo que me mostre o que não sou, jamais menti para Ele. Colocar-me-ei frente à mesa farta na companhia de antigos e honrados Combatentes, mesmo que não me agrade à cerveja, o sabor da vitória é suficiente para acalentar minha alma."
Passado que não se cala...
Creio que qualquer um tem fantasmas do passado que assombram, mas o passado é algo importante, sem o qual não há como construir um caráter digno.
Lembrando aos poucos de minha infância recordo-me de poucas coisas realmente palpáveis, a maioria são apenas odores, sensações, vozes, que aos poucos tomam alguma forma distinta.
Sendo filha caçula, chamo-me por Hugginne Magni II, Filha de Lorde Uller, da Guarda de Pront
Cronica de Personagem - 02Cronica de Personagem - 024 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Andando, parado ninguém deve ficar...
Conforme os dias e noites pareciam novamente à mesma coisa, dias, semanas e meses se passaram. Por muitos dias vi meu pai sair de casa e passar dias fora, e eu sozinha pensando se ele voltaria, mas ele sempre voltava, cambaleando e muito bêbado.
Até que em uma manhã, quando eu levava seu desjejum ele sorriu para mim e disse: " Meu filho! Você voltou!?" A principio não entendi, mas depois notei que meu pai havia se perdido em suas próprias memorias sem conseguir discernir o hoje e o ontem.
Então, para que meu pai, mesmo em sua insanidade pudesse sorrir, eu decidi naquela manhã de final de inverno que precisaria ser o meu irmão.
Passei a me vestir como um garoto, e agir como tal, e com muita dificuldade ingressei na academia de espadachins de Prontera, na época por causa do alto índice de mortes em missões, apenas garotos eram admitidos para os testes.
Eu ia para a academia
AlaskaShe reads poetry in her pajamasAlaska6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke
Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere
She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding booze
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?
Carly's StoryCarly's StoryCarly's Story5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carly was absent-mindedly starring at Nico when there came a tap on her shoulder. "What ya lookin at Carly?" asked Annabeth. "Oh, nothing" replied Carly hurriedly. Annabeth scanned the area. 'There is nothing to look at' thought Annabeth. Then she saw him. "You were looking at Nico weren't you?" asked Annabeth, a smile appearing on her lips. Carly just sat there in silence, a blush spreading mildly over her face. "Since when did you like Nico?" asked Annabeth, curiosity taking over. "Since I first came to camp" replied Carly quietly. "That was a MONTH ago!" Annabeth gasped. "So, I am perfectly fine admiring from a distance" said Carly hotly. "A whole month, how I didn't see this I don't know, I can't believe Rashell didn't even see!" said Annabeth more to herself than Carly. "We are going to the Aphrodite cabin right now. Only they know how to fix this" said Annabeth, deep in thought. "Wait what, I am not going to the Aphrodite cabin, I can't even walk through the door wi
Too Old - SarahJust because you stop believing in something doesn't mean it no longer exists.Too Old - Sarah4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was too old for fairy tales. Too old for pretty lies and make believe. Fantasy didn't thrill her anymore. All the promises had been offered and she'd blithely grabbed at reality in a bid for control. She'd bartered her brother for a moment in another world; she'd given up the other world to bring her brother home. But there had been lies. Oh, so many beautiful, wonderful, enticing lies. Like the sirens of old, singing to the sailors who came too close, the words tried to sweep her from her feet. Dressed all in white, hair spun in cobwebs and moonbeams, she'd almost fallen into those whispered words. But the ticking of time had caught her on the brink. It had wrapped itself around her and reminded some part of her mind what was at stake.
His eyes had watched her, glowing with a magic she'd never truly understand. They had followed her all around that room, but his words were what finally caught her
Mockingjay: My Thoughts Mockingjay: Worth the wait, but only just. </i>Mockingjay: My Thoughts5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
SPOILER WARNING! DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE FINISHED MOCKINGJAY! I REPEAT, DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE FINISHED MOCKINGJAY!
I wrote this about 10 minutes after I finished the book Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins.
The following is my thoughts on the book.
The beginning was promising, the middle was epically amazing, the beginning of the end was sad but not unsurprising, and the end of the end was weirdly satisfying in a way that only Suzanne Collins can pull off.
Was I satisfied in general? Knowing that I read the Hunger Games and Catching Fire each within a months of their release and have waited nearly two years for a conclusion to the trilogy, that's an excellent question.
I suppose, yes, it was worth the wait. But only just.
But, to be honest, Mockingjay is, now that I ponder it, my least favorite of the three books. The Hunger Games is my most f