Twelve Days of Fairy TailOn the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Happy stuck in a tree?!Twelve Days of Fairy Tail4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Two Magic Swords.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Three Flying Cats.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Four S-class.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Five Dragonslayers!
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Six Dark Mages.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Seven Erza fanboys.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eight destroyed buildings.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Nine Pegasus creepers.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Ten Holy Saints.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven men stripping.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve Golden Keys!
District 9 - PoHa - 05District 9 - PoHa - 055 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 5 Prawn phone home
"Elliot, you're crazy" muttered the boy in pajamas as he ventured into the thick, dark foliage armed with one flashlight and one pair of socks on his otherwise bare feet. The crickets chirped and the dry grass crackled, but aside from that it was all too quiet in the chilly nighttime.
The boy reached a brick wall and suddenly a strange quiet gurgling joined the sounds of the night, guiding Elliot in the dark until he found a trail of footprints, three-fingered, unlike anything he'd ever seen. He followed them despite the fear towards another forest of tall dry plants and the gurgling grew clearer. Stem after stem he made his way through, and after a few steps he uncovered a creature ugly and nightmarish.
The creature growled and screeched, waving its arms before it, and Elliot screamed, his flashlight falling from his grasp.
All around Ana there were cries of surprise and some laughter. She jumped slightly on her seat herself. After regaining po
District 9 - PoHA 15Chapter 15 - A change is gonna comeDistrict 9 - PoHA 154 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mohlakeng was a small, quiet town west of Johannesburg city and precisely what they needed to go about unnoticed. Syrup's uncles' house was in a suburb in the outskirts and it had a garage with enough capacity for two cars, so that no one would even see them get out of the vehicles to get in the house.
Syrup seemed to be really enjoying herself as she went out first and shushed loudly at the rest, heading for the door at the bottom of the garage that led to the house. It was dark and Ana could only hear her step away, tripping on a few metallic things. A thin line of pale light split the wall when Syrup opened the door and poked her head through. Ana followed her silently and went in after her.
The house was quiet and appeared empty, but she and Syrup checked every room and closed every curtain before giving the thumbs up. Then it was safe for everybody else to get out of the cars. Amelia complained in her sleep as they struggled to get her out of th
Hetalia- Obsessed when...You know you're obsessed with Hetalia whenHetalia- Obsessed when...5 years ago in Humor More Like This
 When you wonder why the polar bear at the zoo isn't talking to you
 When your teacher questions you when you constantly squeal during History class
 When you scream "Happy Birthday Alfred" and/or "Take that Arthur" on the Fourth of July in a large crowd of people and are proud when they give you the WTF look
 When you know what Sealand is and people find you weird for telling them he's a little kid in a blue sailor suit that was for sale on eBay
 When you laugh if a country's "vital regions" are discussed in the news/media
 When you question why only a few countries use Japanese as the foremost language
 When in a conversation about APH, you specifically use both country and human names to confuse the people around you
 (the obvious) When you ask, no, COMMAND people to become one with mother Russia and laugh hysterically when they look confused, telling them "everyone eventually becomes one with Russia" before
Some memorable quotes"I can handle anything that life throws at me - I may not be able to handle it well, or correctly, or gracefully, or with finesse, or expediently- but I will handle it." ~ Anon.Some memorable quotes3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Be who you are and say how you feel because those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter." ~Dr. Seuss
"I'm not concerned with you liking or disliking me...All I ask is that you respect me as a human being." ~Jackie Robinson
...unbound - the Bentusi
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. -the Borg
OH MY GOD WHAT THE F*** - me
get out of my way - char aznable
force - Yoda
WEEEEEEEEE - some kid going real fast
You cannot dream yourself into a character: you must hammer and forge yourself into one.
Henry D. Thoreau
"Claudia Christian is not only a renaissance woman; she is a force of nature."
"It is not what we have but what we enjoy that constitutes our abundance." -Epicurus, 371-240 BC
"I know for a fact that imagination and hope have kept me alive through the roughest times in
Adopt A Prawn 20The rest of the day was quiet and subdued. It had been a while since either of them had had to put up with such awful behaviour from a human and they were both surprised and ashamed of it.Adopt A Prawn 203 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
eventually the day wore out and the odd couple slept in their seperate rooms only to wakeon a brighter day and better moods all round. They sat down at either end of the breakfast table with their incredibly different meals and munched in companionable silence.
Katreya looked out of the window and contemplated working in the garden, there were a number of vegetable plants being neglected out there and there hadn't been much rain lately. She was shaken from her musings when she noticed Geoffrey staring at her oddly.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm just wondering," he said.
"You're not a bad looking human are you? In terms of human beauty I mean."
"...You're not going to suggest something dodgy are you?"
"What? No! I was just thinking, well, this is big enough for both you and me to live in i
Normal PillsNormal Pills3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take them once,
I take them twice
but the pills don't
seem to suffice.
My mind is racing
with total doubt,
but the pills are running out.
Its hard to swallow,
harder to breathe,
I'm still not normal.
Why can't "weird" just leave?
Seeing YouSeeing you:Seeing You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An ache an ache
As though mine heart shall break
As eye's are sore for you
A tender hold
A musical moan
I hear from couples bold
How I long
For things I do not know
And pray and dream
Like a wish for the purest snow
A single day is as long and lone
Without the sight of you
And I wait for the evening
With the small surprise at noon
In hopes to speak with you
For that alone can sate my soul
Sooth the ache of my heart
But like a Florida Fall
You rarely come at all
Which most nights
I spend waiting, in hopes, for you
Heart BrokenHeart BrokenHeart Broken2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Forget the times he walked by.
Forget the times he made you cry.
Forget the times he spoke your name.
Forget the day he asked you out.
Forget the day he kissed you.
Forget the day he dumped you.
Forget the times he caused you pain.
Forget the times he held you close.
Forget the times he smiled at you.
Forget the times you thought of him.
Forget the day he looked at you for the first time.
Forget the day he told you he loved you.
Forget the times he laughed.
Forget the times he uttered something only you heard and understood.
The only problem is, these are the things I'll never forget.
Broken LoveAll I want is for you to stop haunting my dreams. Your voice is all I hear in my head. I get migraines thinking about what we used to be....Broken Love2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What we could've been...
Now whenever I hear your name, my heart breaks just a little more. I start to feel dizzy and sadness takes over again. Just a few days before you broke up with me we both had our first kiss. When your lips touched mine, my heart started pounding. My face was flushed red. Then my head pounding brings me back to reality every time. I go through the same routine everyday.
Yet, it does me no good
The Last Letter | The Tempest ReleasedNobody moved.The Last Letter | The Tempest Released2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The three of us just warily eyed each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. The only sound was the thunderous beating of the rain on the roof, which was leaking in one corner of the room. Finally, Catherine broke the tension, saying, “May I ask just what is going on here?”
Andrew spoke up, replying, “I guess we weren’t expecting each other.”
That just about summed it up. Well put, coward.
“Why are you here?” he said to her.
“I came because I wanted to. Why are you here?”
He ignored her and addressed me instead. “Does she know about the…?” he trailed off.
“No, she doesn’t.”
Catherine flipped her gaze between the two of us, clearly aware she wasn’t included in something.
“What don’t I know?”
“Should we tell her?” I asked him.
“We might as well. She will only hound us if we don’t.”
So strange to be actually agree
Execution For BreakfastInside a plastic cellExecution For Breakfast2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve been rotting away
Waiting for the day of crusty death
And a knife’s jagged blade
Panic grips my body
As the gate slams open
Let them take someone else
Anyone but me, I’m hopin’
The first in line gets it bad:
They observe him
And crush his frail frame
Then throw him to the dogs
Like fair game
I’m ripped out of the cell
Over a cliff above blurry ground
My tears crumble
And fall far below
Without a single sound
They throw me in the device
I can’t move an inch
The steely frame inside
Clamps me in a pinch
I stare at the spindly rods
As they begin to glow
Heat soon everywhere
It all happens so slow
My thoughts rally
In tumultuous screams
I hope this isn’t the end
But I know it isn’t a dream
I can’t escape the burning
I’m like a pig on a roast
There’s nothing else
To this destiny of mine:
The Musician and the WordsmithA cobbled street;The Musician and the Wordsmith2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fountain that trickled water day in and out;
Birds that danced around orange cats;
Children laughing, screaming, as they danced around each other.
She, a musician.
She had a cello in one hand;
A flute in the other.
She wrote songs about laughter and dancing,
Each instrument complimenting the other perfectly.
He, a wordsmith.
He sat in a study day in and out,
Writing novels and poetry until his skin paled from the indoor light.
His hands were stained with the ink of tales and ballads written,
of adventurers more exciting than he.
Brisk fall leaves crunching on the cobbled streets;
Apples swinging from sunlit branches.
'Twas a scene that entranced both creative minds.
Songs flowed from the little house by the fountain;
Poetry recited from the shop inside the town;
The flowing words and notes collided halfway,
And they fit together so perfectly, no one would have known they were separate.
A lonely man.
He heard the de
SoundUnbroken wind blowing bySound2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
invisible to the eye.
Perceived with a pounding drum,
leaving us a roaring hum.
The sound of a heartbeat flows
with my blood as the wind blows,
taking away my life’s song.
A bitter cold for so long.
Hatred enveloping us
as static creates callous.
What good can come from old words
without soul, looking backwards?
Sound is the proof of my life,
sharper than a point of knife.
Louder than words on their own.
Power of the telephone.
What place do I have here now?
A static man, not highbrow.
Subtlety is lost on me
beyond what I always see.
Yet as I only hear wind
the words are easily pinned.
Sound is loud in silence.
Stream of conscience in absence.
When the wind fades to quiet
my purpose- I can find it.
Nothing screams louder than words
in soulful gazing upwards.
Aperture Anthem~Aperture Anthem~Aperture Anthem2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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[Cave Johnson]- Aperture!
[Wheatley]- Let's Go!
Aperture's conducting tests tonight!
Everybody just try to survive!
[Cores] - Yeah!
Wheatley's gonna make you lose your mind!
[Turrets] - Woah!
Everybody just try to survive!
Aperture's conducting tests tonight!
[Turrets] - Woah!
Everybody just try to survive!
[Wheatley]- We can do it, mate!
Wheatley's gonna make you lose your mind!
We just wanna see ya-
[Adventure Core]-In the labs, Aperture, lookin' for the girl? She's on the clock.
[Fact Core]-Nonstop when she's in the spot.
[Space Core]-Wanna go to space!
[Companion Cube]-She broke the lock.
Where's the girl? I got to know, sentry turrets 'cause I'm lock 'n' load.
Gotcha! Good Night. You, hello! Activating. Help! Uh Oh!
Yo! I'm shootin' through these foe's like- well, no.
I got that turret-ish flow
One of those daysWhen I say,One of those days3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"It is one of those days."
Do you wonder what I mean?
Let me try and tell you what I feel inside,
On one of those days
My head is splitting.
Smoky demons cloud my vision.
My own screaming echo's in my mind.
All that has happened is happening again in my head.
Emotional pain beyond what I can explain.
My body shakes.
My stomach aches.
My joints feel rusted and painful.
My back is teeming with electric shocks.
I am cold, though my insides are white hot.
My body is a prison that I cannot escape.
I don't want to live.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to be.
I see no point to anything.
I see no point to me.
Then I start to hate.
White hot hate courses through my veins.
I hate everyone.
I hate everything.
I hate me.
I hate me most of all.
And then I cry.
I cry for hours.
All of the pain,
All of the hate,
That plagues my soul and body,
Is too much for me to handle.
The worst part of these days,
Is when I am forced to hide my pain.
It chokes me as I force a smile
Those Creepers...A new alien race. From where? Who knows. It started off as a weird infection. One individual had gotten it randomly one day after exploring the wide-spread land on the world. No one knew what had happened, for his mouth had frozen into a gaping everlasting scream of pain with no sound. Eventually over time his arms had mutated, moving down to the lower part of the body, making four legs. He had started to change color to green, and his eyes had sunken far back into his skull. This mutation, what ever it was, was not of this Earth.Those Creepers...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had watched the boy the day he became sick. He was getting worse. He could not talk, and his eyes were no longer. The only thing left of his face was gaping holes of blackness, and a neverending terror struck on his face since that day. His legs had become equal size, and his toes and fingers had formed into giant claws. The legs had seperated slightly. Two at the back, and two at the front. He was now a forest green color with random shades of black. My wo
Writers BlockI stare at the sheet of paper.Writers Block4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My pencil sits idle in my hand.
I whack the wooden rod against my cheek
Trying to get my mind running again.
It had started out so well at first
My mind was running like an imagination factory .
Ideas were being stamped out by the second
Dreams were forged into words
Production was at an all-time high
Then everything went completely wrong.
The presses froze
The workers went on strike.
The delivery trucks broke down
Everything ground to a complete halt
So now I sit here, hopelessly behind schedule.
Orders are piling up.
My customer demands fresh ideas, but I have none to give
The Dark Needle Part: 6The Dark Needle Part: 62 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Dark Needle Part: 6
Killroy: =.= -wakes up- OAe WHAT THE HELL!!
Randolph: -in killroy's face- HI PUPPY!! -jumps off-
Killroy: O.e ....Am i at a...Hospital oAo OMFGGGG
Randolph: Nu! You at my lair
Killroy; ...e-e Oh
Jacson: Okay so whens the action start...
Killroy: o-e What..
Jacson: THE NEEDLE!!
Randolph: OH YEEEAH!! puppy this wont hurt i just taking blood tests ^^ im an advanced Doctor/Scientist (True)
Randolph: -sticks needle in his arm-
*End Part 6 :I*
For the WritersSad TruthFor the Writers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember that world you read in your books
The memories formed from their pages
They took you to a place so far away
Got you away from your hesitations
You would live and breathe
Cry and grieve
For those characters you loved with your heart
Remember when you read that line
You thought about for a week longs time
It made you think about where you are
Why you're here
And why you're who you are
Remember when you struggled with just that
You were young and lost in the depths
It just took one thing to make you feel
'I like you' means its okay to be real
Remember when you picked up that pen
And created those worlds you felt good within
Gave them stories to take you away
And showed them to others,
At your dismay
Not everyone see's like you
It's a sad,
With words you can write what you feel,
Let it all out,
Hold you still
But that's not what they seen in you
Your work must not be good enough to express
Everything you could say at your best
Remember that world you read in yo
NightmaresScreamingNightmares4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a way out
It's all not real
It's not you
It's not here
It's not killing you
When you're dreaming
Everything is real
Everything is imaginary
Just tell yourself that
Before you die
From suppressed screams
It's all pretend
It's all real
It's all here
Trapping you inside
WAKE UP NOW!
Before you fall
They have you
It has you
It all makes sense
It's all confusing
You close you eyes
Too bad they're already shut
The heart in your chest
Threatens to escape
The lungs behind your ribs
Demand to explode
The mind behind your eyes
Knows the truth
There's no escape
No magic word
To make it all go away
Everything is real
When it's all an illusion
Everything is happening
When it's never occured at all
NightmaresI awoke in the middle of the night,Nightmares7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gasping for breath
Shaking from head to foot.
Sitting up in my bed,
Clutching the covers close to me,
I tried to hold on to the little sanity I had left.
But it was slipping away from me,
And I was becoming lost
In the horrors of the night.
The images wouldn't leave me,
No matter what I tried to think of.
So vivid and haunting,
All my worst fears.
Still hearing screams echoing in my ears,
Still seeing the monsters.
Pain, death, sorrow, disfiguration....
I refused to let my eyes close again
Lest I find myself trapped
In my own mind again.
A childish fear grasped me
And I shook uncontrollably.
Knowing nothing could save me.
I was alone.