The Joy of KillingThe chin was now clean, polished and soft. The man got up and looked at himself in the glass. He ran his hand over the skin and felt its freshness, its newness.The Joy of Killing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Thanks," he said. He stood up to admire his newly shaven face in the mirror. I must have been very nervous, because I was afraid of what I might do to this man. Without even realizing it. My blade was once again around his throat. "What is this?" he asked. Without answering him, I slit his throat. His expression in mirror was beautiful. It was if his soul had escaped his body, his eyes were looking into the mirror with such a beautiful gaze. Blood was all over the floor and my shirt. I didn't bother to clean to up, I just wanted... to kill some more. The feeling of being able to take away a human life was amazing. I ran out of the shop laughing hysterically. The blood from my razor sharp blade was on my face now. It felt like I could keep running until I got to kill again. I ran into my house startling my wife who sitting on t
Agents - Killian Rourke AbilityAgents - Killian Rourke Ability1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Vision of the past
See the past through objects. Killian can see what any object witnessed in the past by touching it. Similar to a vision, he becomes the object himself, or the -eyes- of the object in question and witness a random event and/or an event he chooses to see. By touching another human, he can bring that person into the vision. Usually, he can control when he wants to see the past or not. But sometimes, an object with a huge secret, can trigger a vision without his consent. While it can also refuse him access. It's not always easy to enter the right century.
Warning. Sometimes, the touched object can have a soul. If it's the case, there is a possibility for him to remain stuck into the vision as himself until he finds the solution to get out of it. When it happens, it's usually because the soul in question wishes to show something in particular or him to understand the real reasons of what happened in the past. He can remain stuck for a very long momen
A Wicked ChristmasA Wicked Christmas2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
A Wicked Christmas
I miss you.
I stared at the words on the page, dropping my pen. I knew what was on the page was what I wanted her to see, but I was still nervous. My hands shaking, I folded the piece of paper, and stuck in an envelope. I picked up my pen, and quickly wrote on the front:
Wherever you are .
I sealed the envelope, and pulled out something I never thought I would have to use again. The sparkly pink wand was dull from years of neglect, but I knew I had to use it. I had been practicing my spells for years, just for this moment. I laid the envelope on my desk, and held up my wand. My voice cracked as I said the words ..
Day and night,
Stop and go.
Away to Elphie,
You shall go.
The letter disappeared in a flash of pink light. I smiled, tears streaming down my face. "Have a Merry Christmas, Elphaba."
I dusted the bookshelves, listening to Fiyero humming behind me. I hit the armchair with my foot
Agents Secret SantaIt was Christmas time in HQ1. The simulations were singing, the pilots were pranking, and the brawlers were beating the crap out of people they didn't like.Agents Secret Santa2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, Agent 178, the resident pink-haired part time pilot and part time drunk (and part time both), was, not surprisingly, drunk. Though she would probably blame it on the eggnogafter all, one should never trust a scientist in the kitchen.
And 04's hair was oh, so, shiny.
"You have pretty hair," the drunken pilot purred, running her fingers through the silken strands. "I's not fair, you being a hiccup- chiseled man like yourself, but having such girrrrrrly hair."
Cuatro was not amused. However, the pink haired female that had suctioned herself to his back had proven too difficult to remove.
"You should hiccup- get a girlfriend. Yup, a pretty girlfriend that'll get you to fix that hair right up! And she can give you babies~" The pilot had spoken in the slurred way of a drunk, pulling the last word out into at
SOLD: Fairyland mnf Breakaway boySOLD: Fairyland mnf Breakaway boy11 months ago in Settings More Like This
I'm selling my Fairyland mnf Breakaway boy. [EVENT HEAD]
I'm his secund owner. The previous owner used a lot of time collecting every bit and piece to asemble him. So no papers or original box.
I have had him for over 1 year.
-He has one broken finger he got when he was sent to me, but is glued on. (Some glue can be seen around the finger)
-Active line Muscular body
-No noticeable yellowing
-Gorgeus face-up by unknown artist on DoA (no damage)
You will get:
-2 pair of shoes
-2 pair of pants
-2 custome made hoodies
-1 pair of red eyes
-1 pink jumper
-Pale blue fur wig
-Facemask to cover face
-Leg and hand warmers
-Maby something more
-I ask 490dollars for him (That is including everything listed above and shipping)
-I will sell internationally
-I will mark as gift if asked (but will write original price incase lost in the mail)
-I will accept layaway (on conditions) (I ask 50dollars as starting price if layaway is lo
MEMORIES PART ZERO: Izanami no OkamiMEMORIES PART ZERO: Izanami no O-kamiMEMORIES PART ZERO: Izanami no Okami1 year ago in Drama More Like This
22 de Febrero, Karuisawa, Japon
"Querido diario, he tenido extraños sueños desde hace algunos días, ya sabes como siempre tengo extraños pensamientos y deseos de lastimar a mis seres queridos... esto sueños cada vez se ponen peor... ya no solo es lastimar, es como si quisiera matarlos con mis propias manos... tengo miedo... hago lo posible para alejar eso de mi mente, pero no puedo... todos a mi alrededor parecen simples marionetas que quiero cortar como a los pequeños peluches que tanto he lastimado. Espero que no pase nada."
23 de Febrero, Karuisawa, Japon
"Querido diario... hoy ha venido Miyako a casa... he cometido el peor error de mi vida, deje que mis deseos insanos sacaran lo peor de mi, no pude controlarme... lastime a Miyako... es algo que nunca me perdonare... ya no confío en nada... ni en nadie... no puedo confiar ni siquiera en mi misma... siento como si fuera otra cada ve
Serabi - Character DescriptionSerabi - Character Description2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Serabi
MEANING: Mirage or Illusion
ACTUAL AGE: Usually depicted as being in his late 20s.
BIRTHDAY: July 25th
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Leo
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bisexual he takes whatever he's in the mood for.
WAY OF SPEAKING: Fairly normal, no dialect or anything of that sort.
MARITAL STATUS: Always on The Hunt
OCCUPATION: Odd jobs. He doesn't really work, but more so lives off of his father's bank account
THEME SONG(S): Boys Keep Swinging by David Bowie
***ONLINE SCREENNAME: Run4theShadows
***PERSONAL QUOTE: "How could you resist it?"
HAIR COLOR: Auburn
HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: He loves his pompadour. His hair is tall and always looks like it was just styled. Magic is wonderful.
EYES COLOR: Bright Green
HEIGHT: 5 ft 11in
WEIGHT: 190 lbs or so.
OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Suits and designer jeans are all Serabi has in his wardrobe. Armani and Gucci may as well be his midd
The Other HalfThe Other Half2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know what it is about that man. His face, his voice, his ego, his air of unchallenged confidence and pride. I'm a simple man, and I'd like to think I always will be. But Tony is complex, strange, much more profound and unfathomable than I give him credit for. He is advancement, while I am tradition. He is progress, while I am the textbook example. I follow the rules, and he makes up his own.
It pains me to see how he feels he is nothing without that armor. No, the real Tony Stark, the bared and unplugged Tony, is more powerful, more determined than any man, woman, or god, or Hulk I have ever known. Perhaps more than I could be.
I was a soldier. I still am, in almost every sense of the word. But the one thing I've never had the courage to fight for was a say in anything. I was plucked from the draft and enhanced with superhuman abilities. I was the perfect fighting machine, built to kill, and yet I stiller remained this husk of a person. And I have awoken in this bri
:The:Best:Arguments:End:In:Confession::The:Best:Arguments:End:In:Confession:2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Best Arguments end in Confession
My best friend of ten years knocked on my door, tears running down his face. I looked at him with concerned eyes before inviting him in, gesturing to the couch.
"Come in, have a seat," I said, not sure of what to do next. He sat down in silence and wiped the tears off his face. I took a deep breath. "I thought you were going out with your girlfriend tonight?" I asked carefully.
"I did. That's the problem," he said with a shaky voice. I sighed and rolled my eyes slightly. It wasn't a gesture of annoyance at him but annoyance towards her.
"Why do you love her if all she does is hurt you?!" I asked harshly. Although, I knew all to well why. After all, I loved him and all he ever did was hurt me. Of course, the difference here was that he didn't know I loved him. The two of them were dating. It was implied in the agreement to date that they loved each other. I guess the reason I was so frustrated about the situation was because he was just so...clueless
A Charmed FoolI breathe, and my heart skips a beatA Charmed Fool2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look into your eyes, and lose the words I had thought of for so long
You stare back, your face cold
The flower sits in my hands behind me...
There's no feeling in your expression
Only pure apathy
My heart pounds, as I dream of you
The days turn cool, the leaves caressing my face
My feet clop through the snow, as I imagine your warmth beside me...
Yet you remain, silent
My flower slowly wilts behind my back, and my heart stops as you turn to look at me one more time...
And turn, paying no heed to the fool behind you
MAS HW FS - 11. The man should have bleed out by the time the paramedics arrived.MAS HW FS - 11 year ago in Profiles More Like This
2. Plywood is quite hard, but I doubt if it could shield the three of them from the blast.
3. Wouldn't the guard have noticed the differece between the two?
4. Justin Beiber moved to much for the number of times he was shot.
CSI: Shock Wave
MY NAME IS Niel GunnarssonMY NAME IS Niel Gunnarsson.MY NAME IS Niel Gunnarsson1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Hi, it's nice to meetcha!
...Yeah, I know you never said hello... I did for you! But that's okay, right?
...Oh. Well. Sorry to bother you!
Hi, nice to meetcha!
You're busy... Oh, that's okay. Sorry to bother you!
Oh hi, nice to meetcha! Hey, did anyone ever tell you that you look just like--
Oh, you've heard it all before. I didn't know that.
Sorry. Just thought it would be nice, yanno? You're really--
Oh. You're busy too then? That's fine, really... Sorry to bug you.
Hi, MY NAME IS--
Mon Petit Jouet: Chapter 2Mon Petit Jouet: Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cold and dank in the winter months, the upstairs living area wasn't nearly as nice as the workshop down below, but it was home. Gray walls, dust, and cobwebs made the small space seem even tighter, especially when the only light source was a dim candle. But, the tiny boy paid no never mind it was his home, his sanctuary, and the place where he knew he would be safe. Granted, there wasn't much that scared the curious boy; Spiders where his friends, and ghosts and monsters only intrigued the young male's adventurous mind. The dark was just another world to explore when his own imagination wasn't enough to turn the attic into a pirate ship, or seaside cave like the ones at below the shop in the cliffs by the west shore. Oh, those caves what the boy wouldn't give to be able to play the day away in one of them. Perhaps they held a secret treasure? Or even a portal to a new world below the Earth? What dreams flooded in though the child's head fueling more crazy ideas that only
::CE:: ValentineThe insignificant slivers of rock that popped and tumbled down the slick edge of the cliff echoed over the vast sea of foliage below. They squirmed out from beneath the soles of my sneakers as I perched precariously at the edge of the rock face. It’s like they knew something was down there that I didn’t, they knew something awaited there far below the treeline. These impudent little pieces of sediment taunted me with their cracking and rolling sounds as I listened blindly. What were they trying to say? Why couldn’t they just tell me what was down there, why they so longed to come free from beneath my shoe and tumble down to what seemed like a hopeless struggle to an abyss with no future?::CE:: Valentine8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I guess I would never know. Not from where I stand now. I wouldn’t be able to see everything from this perch up here on the mountain; I can only glimpse the surface.
Even with the winds of encouragement on my back, pushing me forward over the ledge I still fear the fall. The fal
The Last Missing MemoryI totally recommend to listen to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C27YpbAjJHI while reading since I craid many desu tears. Dem feelz.The Last Missing Memory9 months ago in Settings More Like This
This is Koda's point of view, that's why it's written in his voice.
"There seems to be something gone wrong. I haven't been able to hear it yet. The call that's supposed to wake me up from this eternal slumber. There had been so many pictures by now, beautiful ones, unimportant ones, but also the one's which left scars in my heart. I can hear my heartbeat again by now. It woke up when I remembered her voice. You told me I would be free if I remembered those blue eyes of her. But why can't I open my own then? Why are they still empty?"
There had been nothing anymore in this pitch dark world of dreams that had been created by the shadows. There were no lights anymore. The memories' light had faded away long ago as I had remembered them. I was left like this. Asleep in the cocoon made of shadows that had
GrowthIs it wrong to want a life?Growth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are a lot of people who's childhood never ends.
And those that never happen.
Is it wrong to want a long childhood,
or is it better to lose that fast, as to keep up with
Why bother with the childhood if it goes away?
And why bother with the adulthood if it only brings hardship and harrowship.
Don't break Character.
When the pain goes,
when the life comes back to your eyes
You will appriciate growing up more than
for the innocence
that doesn't stay
and never came.
A-GENTS Contest EntryA-GENTS Contest Entry1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Come one! Come all! Come see the most amazing things to behold! Excitement! Daring! Maybe some romance even! But you'd better hang onto your seats for the MAGIC!
Alright. The costume was on. Shorts, button up blouse, a black vest, bow tie and a magician's coat. Collette leaned into the mirror, turning her head to the side to put in her earrings. A bit of eyeliner and lipstick was next, god she never understood make up. Satisfied with her work she grabbed her 'wand' hat and mask, heading out of the ladies dressing room.
Jeeze it was boring, standing here back stage, just WAITING for her turn. Maybe she should mix it up a bit eh? A sly grin crossed the performers light red lips as she put her mask on over her eyes and put her hat on.
She slipped out of sight, hiding in the shadows, using her ability to make herself invisible and slip into the crowd of people filling the seats. It was exciting to think she could properly watch the other performers. Other magicians,
Seven Deadly SinsLustSeven Deadly Sins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What else can make humans act like such fools?
What can bring the strongest and brightest to their knees?
This feeling embedded in all of us.
A feeling that drives us through our school years and further.
Something that binds people together.
And more often tears them apart.
And yet we run around because of it time after time.
Why does this happen when it is so frowned upon?
Even after organization after organization is created to stop it.
We harass people who show it.
We pity people who don't even have the chance to dream about it.
How are people able to indulge themselves this much?
Are they too preoccupied with their material things that they lose their morals?
What about a surplus of items changes people?
This drives all people to their demise.
It is part of every young person's dream to make it big someday.
This leads to a lot of decisions that people regret.
Some go so far to give themselves away.
Chapter 1: Still DollChapter 1: Still Doll1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They say dolls don't have feelings. They don't have nerves, no brain waves. No heart.
That is all true.
If that is how you define feelings.
Instead of nerves I have flawless porcelain skin. Instead of brain waves I have an empty shell. And instead of a heart I have cotton.
But I have feelings.
My eyes do not move, but they see.
I see. And I understand.
I look distant, but I am here.
Always watching, always waiting.
My baby arms with their small, delicate porcelain hands are aching. Aching for revenge.
My name, is Luna. I used to be a Witch. Not a great Witch, though. If I had been, I would not be stuck in the body of a doll. My real body would not be six feet underground, rotting away. The reason why I was not a great Witch is quite simple. And silly. I did not do my homework. If I could just remember that one spell. That one spell that would make me able to move. Then I could get my hands on that other Witch. That so called «good» Witch Liliana, named after the head of
LAPIS :Chapter 9:LAPIS :Chapter 9:1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Now, when meeting the Commander, do not roll your eyes or give any hint of mockery, annoyance, or even distaste. You will call him Sir, nothing else unless he deems you to otherwise. Stand tall and if anything, stoic. The Commander hates when his men do not address him with respect." the lady in front of me preaches as she leads me down an elaborately decorated hall.
"I grasped that when I first heard about him." I comment without thinking.
Before I can blink, the lady turns around and slaps me across the face, the impact shocking to say the least. My eyes are wide, though I don't turn my head back to look at her, as my face is too numb.
"It's that kind of intolerance that the Commander despises most." she says, her voice cold.
Wow, I thought Anyola was harsh, this lady is fucking scary.
Without another word, she turns back around, continuing down the hall. I follow, not wanting anymore trouble. Another reason being that I don't want anyone to see me with a bright hand print printed r