Hollowed Ch. 8Hollowed Ch. 85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"This is going to be the death of me," Grimmjow thought as they approached Aizen's chambers,
slowly dragging their prisoner along behind them with a sluggish slowness. Why hadn't he just
stayed where he was, in his chambers, instead of following Ulquiorra in his own, stupid way? Why
did he always have to get dragged into stuff that involved Aizen? And wouldn't he have some sort of
grudge against them now? Too quickly, it seemed, he and the others reached the monstrous,
ominous doors outlined in the blue darkness of Hueco Mundo's moon at a slow,
ambling walk, silent only in voice; their thoughts shooting like bullets through their minds.
"Ahem," Gin said, lifting his fist to the surface of the cold, hard door. "We are here." He then
proceeded to knock, three times, on the great barrier between them and their great lord,
announcing their presence as formally as possible.
"Yes," replied the voice of their leader. "Please enter." Upon hearing their master's voice, G
Hollowed Ch. 17 The EndHollowed Ch. 17 The End5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arturo and Gin leaped and crashed their way around the hallway, lunging at each other at varying intervals, smashing their swords together and unleashing immense amounts of spiritual pressure as they did so. The amazing racket it conjured up spread from just the clash of their zanpakutos to the cries and grunts of pain and concentration that their voices issued forth. The battle was starting to get intense, and as the silver-haired and turquoise-haired warriors constantly attacked each other, the pools of blood that were beginning to gather underneath them began to grow larger. Finally drawing apart swiftly, the two of them faced each other panting heavily.
"I do believe we're closing in on the end, Plateado," Gin pointed out, just after the golden-eyed Arrancar had managed to completely cut off the use of his arm. He had therefore switched his sword to the other hand and started fighting on the left side.
"I think I'm inclined to agree," replied Arturo, whom had acquired a
You And MeIt started with a wave and a hello,You And Me4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We had no idea who each other were,
We never knew we would be as close as we are.
I'll get back at those who hurt you,
I'll heal your heart if it's battered and bruised,
I'll patch it up if it's torn in two.
Speak your heart,
Speak your mind,
I'll be the one to listen if there's no one else there.
Your won't have to be alone,
I won't let you walk away,
I'll grab your arm and give you a reason to stay.
I'm here for you,
I'm a shoulder to cry on,
Just have faith in me.
I'll be by your side,
Through a storm and more,
We can get through anything if we just believe in one another.
I'm always here for you,
I'll tell you anything,
I'll try my best to understand everything.
Everything is in my memory never to disappear.
Making me laugh,
Making me smile,
Your always there to make me happy again.
Please never leave,
You mean so much to me in my life,
I don't know what I would do if you were gone.
Tron: Remembrance - Chapter OneTron: Remembrance - Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streams of errant data flowed up from the depths of the Sea as he sunk down. Rinzler's coding screamed at him, telling him to move, to swim to the surface and save himself. But from the depths of his core, the program he had been–the program that had fought for the Users–stubbornly ran a counter-command, rendering Rinzler helpless.
It was his fate to derez here. He would not resist.
The surface grew further and further away as he was swallowed by the depths of the Sea. It was ironic that he would meet his end here, of all places.
The place where Flynn's miracle had emerged.
The part of him that remained Tron had awakened when Flynn called his name.
Tron, what have you become?
Only at the last, when Clu had been about to derez the light-jet carrying Flynn, Sam, and the last ISO, had Tron been able to regain control over his own body. Memories that had been suppressed by Clu's protocols had surfaced in a furious explosion that had disorie
Finally HollowFinally Hollow5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo knew that when you died, you went to the Soul Society or became a Hollow. That's why, when he felt the Arrancar's cold fingers dig into his collarbone, he knew he was safe from showing up anywhere that he was unsure of. Even though he knew he wouldn't remember much of his past life, he was sure that he could retain enough memories to know that the afterlife wasn't a scary place. Maybe he would even remember his friends? Chad, Uryuu, Orihime hopefully Rukia. It was her fault he was here in the first place, remember?
But today he and his friends had infiltrated Las Noches in search of Orihime, and he and Nel had ended up running into the Espada they called Ulquiorra, and it hadn't ended too well. At first he had been unwilling to harm the Arrancar, since he seemed reluctant to fight in the first place, but when he said he that was cause of Orihime's capture he'd struck a nerve. And a strong one. How dare anyone make a traitor out of his childhood friend?! He coul
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
To Comfort a ChildThis is basically a sequel to my Bleach one shot story: Exchange of Flowers. It is still possible to read this story without reading Exchange of Flowers and not be too confused, but it still is advised, lol. Have fun with this story.To Comfort a Child3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since that rather unsettling day that he first talked to Hisana, they had talked to one another during school, to the horror of the rest of the girls in the school. For a while, he was unaware that the girls were trying to torment her. They were calling her names, leaving scathing notes in her locker, and sometimes even tripping her in the hallways. When he found out he was very angry, how dare they do those nasty things to her just because he talked to her and they were jealous.
He knew that if he tried to outwardly say something to them Hisana would just stop him, telling him something along the line of forgiveness, and that they weren't worth it. And really, she would be right, but he still didn't want her t
Food for the SoulFood for the Soul2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were once two sisters who lived together with their large family. Every year they came together to remember the people they've lost. They remembered all their deceased relatives and friends, even pets. They called this time the Ghost Festival. This festival lasted for one whole month. During this time, the door between the two worlds opened, allowing ghosts to come back and visit the living. To honor the spirits, families would leave out food for them. They wanted them to live happily in the next world. The last thing you want is a hungry ghost coming back and haunting you.
Perhaps this was why they moaned, thought one of the sisters. Ghosts are always moaning in stories and in movies. Maybe they did this because they were hungry. She moaned when she was hungry, too.
Sadly, not all ghosts were remembered or had family to take care of them. So people would often leave offerings for the spirits and forgotten ghosts. No one wanted the spirits to be sad.
During the festival this year
If you love somethingIf you love something9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Judy knelt on the pavement, struggling to process the confusion of the moment, the familiar form on the ground before her, the woven mass of tubing and wires snaking off into a sea of blinking lights and chirping boxes.
She was kneeling beside a man, one lying stretched out on the asphalt, his eyes unfocused and staring towards the stars. A dark grey blanket had been laid across his torso from one shoulder to the opposite hip, wide tape of an even darker grey securing it both to his uniform and the ground beneath him. Her eyes traveled across her husband's still form, from the trickle of blood striping his cheek to the point beneath the grey fabric where he became unfathomably thin. There were dark marks forming on the grey where the fluids they were pumping into him were defying all attempts to keep them from seeping out again.
Farther up the street a white jet of flame sent molten alloy and smoke streaking into the night as a crew began cutting open what must have been the
Little BrotherLittle Brother9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Marcus leaned, hands shoulder width apart on the pipe steel railing, looking down upon his brother's vacated domain. He'd been gone three weeks, and yet the tear inside was as raw now as it had been when the call had finally come from the hospital.
Eleven minutes separated them at birth, but Nathan had always considered himself the 'big brother', more athletic, more self assured. Marcus grew up always right beside him, and yet forever in his shadow.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and in that instant was laughing and rolling on the family's basement floor, trying desperately to gain the upper hand, having it, just for a moment before his twin would twist free, and lock him in a strangle hold. "You may be fast, but I'll always be faster little brother." Tears struggled to the surface as he reopened his eyes and surveyed the carefully orchestrated chaos spread out below.
They'd been so very much alike as boys, through grade and high school. Only in university did t
You Were Long Dead By ThenI thought I saw you across the streetYou Were Long Dead By Then2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it must have been your angel
Heart skipping, I began to step toward you
Light turned to dark
Black turned to white
The wind ran by me swiftly
My hand slowly reached out
And I never heard the car coming
Water of LifeWater of Life10 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st
no one really knowsThey gave him a single sheet of paper, one pencil. "Say your goodbyes," they said, "You'll be gone by tomorrow." He lay, curled on his hard thin mattress, facing the cement wall, and ignored them. Ignored the paper, ignored the warning.no one really knows6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was nearly midnight when he finally stood. The moon had risen outside, gleaming through the single window, silhouetting the bars.
He sat up and looked at the paper that had remained untouched on the floor. Say your goodbyes, he thought, and picked up the pencil.
It was an hour before he finally finished. The paper was covered - frantic scribbling filled every inch: dreams, confessions, hopes - all written out at last.
With an air of finality, he laid down the pencil. He stared at the paper, tears blurring the words. Then without a sound, he picked up the paper and began to fold, just like he'd been taught, years and years ago.
Minutes passed and still he bent over the page, his fingers struggling to mimic the creases nearly forgotte
Kiriban - The Wide Blue Yonder"You're a gutless, scrawny bit o' filth if ever there was, and ye'd be lucky ta' get a woman worth half o' me!" Paoclea shouted down at the boat, still hopeful she could employ her seductive wiles on the current object of her desire. Having spent most of her post-teenage life on Shillapo Island, she went out of her way to counter the stereotype that seagull harpies were crude, nasty and unpleasant: her black and while feathers were freshly groomed, snowy white hair recently cut and styled, and she had even bathed that very morning. Her natural assets were also on full display, as she wore nothing but a belt with some handy pouches at her waist, ensuring she cut a far more attractive figure that those females who covered themselves in bulky clothes. This male should have been wrapped around her little talon.Kiriban - The Wide Blue Yonder3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfortunately, her future lover was accompanied by two unruly females who seemed committed to preventing any sort of romance from blossom
Princes Don't ExistI was there when the glass slipper shatteredPrinces Don't Exist5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and sent jagged pieces stabbing into delicate skin.
I was there when the flying carpet broke down
and fell out of the sky along with our dreams.
I was there when the carriage turned back into a pumpkin
and the rabid mice started to gnaw the edges.
I was there when the prince showed up too late
and the spindle's crimson stain remained.
I was there when the dwarves took her hostage
and made her dress as a French maid.
I was there when the beast turned into the monster
that devoured the bookish girl's eyes.
I was there when the gills turned into lungs
and the bottom of the ocean was too far down.
I was there when the gun fired its lead because
people can't really listen with their hearts.
I was there when the pound euthanized the lady
because there were just too many mutts.
I was there when they found the grave of the Romanovs
and the girl was just ten feet away and six feet down.
I was there when none of their dreams came true,
.:Words Give Her Freedom:.She writes..... erases..:Words Give Her Freedom:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She types..... backspaces
Words don't come like they used to
Litterature is a language she once spoke fluently.
And now she has forgotten,
Forgotten the freedom and the beauty
In which she used to find at the tip of a pencil.
Forgotten the pride she acheived after each poem.
Words were like open doors, letting the pain free.
Now it's only bottled up, tangled in a huge knot.
It's not like she hasn't tried opening the bottle.
She has, many times in fact.
Failing to write a single word.
She starts with a blank page and gives up with a blank page.
Soon enough it will flow out like a waterfall
And it will hit her hard and fast. Throwing her to the ground
Her paper will be drowning with words.
Not the beautiful ones that could sing someone to sleep
No. Words like screams that could wake the dead.
In Other Words, Screw You.Loving youIn Other Words, Screw You.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a paper cup,
with a rubber
No matter how hard I try, it just doesn't work...
..:I Dare You:..I dare you to dream..:I Dare You:..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dream for what you have always wanted
Dream it out loud and be proud
Dream without limits, no one can stop you
I dare you to speak
Speak all that is on your mind, don't hold it in
Speak wisdom and tell the truth at all times
Speak for those who have been silenced unfairly
I dare you to smile
Smile for those who are in deepest despair
Smile to prove those who hurt others wrong
Smile to bring back peace and happiness in this world
I dare you to love
Love your friends, neighbors, and enemies just as yourself
Love those that have forgotten or given up on love entirely
Love and don't ever stop loving, it's what heals our souls
I dare you to hope
Hope for a better future
Hope for those who have given up
Hope throughout life, even when all hope seems lost
I dare you to be different
Be different and stand out from the crowd for the better
Be different and show what makes you be the true you
Be different and bring the change you want
Think about lifeThink about life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Think about how the beauty of life???
How in the life of the tragedy and how the wounds .... As the joy that grief divide us part ....
When judging the pot and lose a loved one dies the world and left without saying good bye ... no .. not even the memories of it goes consolation ...
Forever like the imagination and we can not imagine again ...
What to do ...??
Do you cry ...??
Do you complain about ...??
The complaint about what we tell ...??
I see a lot of grief when people submit tears on the cheek and removes the smile from the world ... and as if the grief of his life will bring ...
Many of the people Death himself and his life stands for the paradox of a loved one ...
Why do not we see this world in a positive ... why do not judge before he understands the mind of conscience ....
Why not make the sadness in your part does not mention?? To shed a tear ..... what make us laugh .. entertains us and makes us laugh ...
Let us always remember that this world is not our end ... to rememb