Adventures with DG 13Adventures with DG 133 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
ADVENTURES WITH DICK GRAYSON
Jason and I advanced through the night in a silence. Not a sound was made or heard. I was still a bit high from the little whisper he promised me. His lips on my pale skin was invigorating, but I shook it off. I was on edge. Was I just kidnapped? Well, if I was, so far, it's not a bad experience. I'm actually...as much as I hate to say it, excited. My blood is pumping at near sky-high levels, and I felt as if morphine was pouring out my brain and dripping down my body. There was no pain whatsoever. You'd think after walking for miles, I'd have blisters on my feet, and I'd be complaining that my lanky legs are sore, but they're not. This experience was rejuvenating. But, my morals questioned it.
There is no way this is right. Dick, Tim...they warned me, and lectured me for hours on Jason and what he does...but he honestly doesn't seem that bad. He didn't hurt me like he promised, and he's been falling back to help me keep up. It was if he w
BarberoBarbero2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Barbero que sangrientamente ejerce su oficio
un cuervo de la ley lo saca de quicio
pues este hombre no hallo nada mejor
que poseer a su hija, también a su mujer
La pobre mujer quedo destrozada
de su torre nunca bajaba
no importaba cuantas flores el juez le mandara
fue invitada a una mascarada
donde acabó violada y engañada
y cuando el barbero la libertad alcanza
lo único que lo motiva es el deseo de venganza
contra el hombre que le quito la libertad
y lo dejo de por vida encerrado en la oscuridad
Hará su trabajo en compañía de una tercera
su excéntrica vecina, una pastelera
que tiene un secreto bien escondido
un amor por el no correspondido
mientras que el barbero espera a que su amigo un marinero
saque de su ventana a su hija
cautiva por el juez, Johanna
Este barbero tiene un nombre
el cual con orgullo y terror se ha de decir
es sweeney todd, el barbero demoníaco de la calle Feet
Heartless LiesThe Heartless had overrun Radiant Garden.Heartless Lies8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It hadn't surprised any of them when the creatures had gotten free of their confinement; Tseng had told the king that keeping them locked up under the castle wouldn't work. What had surprised them was the sheer number of them. Xehanort and the others must have been working non-stop for weeks on his 'special project' to have produced so many.
King Ansem's elite security team had been forced to run from the onslaught if they wanted to save any of the others residents of the world. They had lost three men in the first few seconds of the attack. Tseng had ordered everyone else to run.
They were the last orders any of the Turks security force ever heard from their leader.
Reno ran through the corridors of the castle, knowing it was probably just a matter of time before the Heartless caught him like the rest of his teammates. Rude had been with him until a few minutes ago, when he had thrown hims
PDSU - Honey and VinegarSzayel wandered around his domain, desperate to distract himself from the unique specimen he had the pleasure of examining. He fluttered from experiment to experiment, and even started working on the data he retrieved from his brother—but it was useless. After an hour, with nothing accomplished, he went to his resting chambers. Some of the furniture was covered in a light sheen of dust from disuse. He lowered himself into one of the chairs and released a shaky sigh. Restlessness was a foreign feeling for the Octava Espada, one he did not particularly relish.PDSU - Honey and Vinegar6 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Damn Ulquiorra! I despise being interrupted, especially when I’ve just gotten to the best part,” Szayel muttered, his head resting on his hand. “I won’t be able to focus on anything else until I finish what I’ve started.”
Minutes passed as he sat, thinking of nothing in particular. Then an idea struck him. He jumped out of his seat and headed for the door. Lumina and Verona called af
PDSU - OperationOnce he heard the door to his domain slam shut, signaling Ulquiorra’s and Orihime’s exit, Szayel headed for his research lab. He grabbed the clipboard and the pen laying on top one of the tables, and started amending Orihime’s characteristics, recording the results of his latest experiment.PDSU - Operation6 years ago in Romance More Like This
Subject: Inoue Orihime
Age: 16 years old
Height: 157 cm
Family: Mother and Father (situation unknown), older brother (deceased; seems to have been the substitute parental figure during development), distant relatives
Physical Characteristics: Soft orange hair held back with two blue clips, brown eyes, smooth skin, heavily endowed chest
Other characteristics: Blushes easily, intelligent, observant, inquisitive, amusing sense of humor, frequently apologizes (submissive?), very warm, uncomfortable with familiarity, demure, eccentric, radiating light/life from her entire being...
Experiment 1: Exposu
AlwaysAlways by blackdragonflowerAlways7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Daddy? Why are we looked down upon?"
"Because we're different Shino, that's why."
The little boy nestled in closer to his father. The boy matched his father in every way. "That's dumb... why do we have to be monsters?
"Because they don't know us Shino. People are afraid of what they don't know."
"Is that why they always stay away from me and never want to play?"
"For what Shino?"
"For being honest with me." The four and a half year old looked up into his father's sunglasses smiling. Shino hugged his father closely laughing as the kikaichu buzzed. "Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..."
Shibi's laughter rang throughout the cozy home. "Do you like them?"
Shino nodded grinning. He loved to make his father happy. "Yup! The kikai are fun!"
Shibi held his son closely. "Shino, when everyone else around you fails or leaves you behind you'll always have a companion. The kikaichu will be
The Art of the Impossible 1THE ART OF THE IMPOSSIBLEThe Art of the Impossible 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
By Mikhail Ramendik
DISCLAIMER: most characters belong to Osamu Tezuka, Meta belongs to herself
It was bitter cold. Meta, in her dark warm pants and a red sweater, was cowering by the radiator, catching its feeble heat. Annoyed, she put away the keyboard and rose to open the room door.
Behing it was a strange-looking man. His hair was white on half his head and black on the other half, and a scar crossed half of his face. His cloak was apparently black, but now mostly white with snow.
"Meta?" the man asked.
"Hey, get this cloak on the hooks right there! I'm cold as it is" - she snapped.
The visitor shrugged and turned around briskly, leaving most of the snow across the corridor floor as he hung the cloak. Meta sighed - the person on duty today would be sure to grumble.
"Burakku Jakku da" - the tall impressive man said as he stepped into the room and Meta shut the door again, anxious to keep the heat in. He fished around in his pockets
The Art of the Impossible 4CHAPTER 4The Art of the Impossible 42 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Dr. Tezuka was rather plump for a Japanese person, round-faced, and only slightly less tall Meta, who certainly wasn't short. As he rose from his desk to meet Meta, she noticed he was wearing a red beret - not really expected from a doctor... but then, when did she last see one in THIS sort of hospital?
The place was not really the kind of hospital Meta was used to. There were no stretchers or trolleys, no busy nurses running around, no smell of medicine and disinfectant. Instead, there were bars on some windows, and the place felt quiet - perhaps too quiet. There was also a door sign, which Pero translated as soon as Meta pointed its camera. Tokiwa was a private psychiatric institution, providing long term care.
At other times she might feel intimidated in such a place. But now she just wanted to find out whatever there was to know.
The doctor bowed and greeted her in Japanese. As expected, she heard a translation from the box on her shoulder:
"Hello, and welcome
A Mother's StorySeries: NarutoA Mother's Story5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How to Marry the Girl of Your Dreams
(Or - A Mothers Story)
The small boy sat as still as a five-year-old could, his legs kicking impatiently against the couch as he waited for his father to finish inspecting his kikai. Beside him his mother held him in place with a gentle hand, from which she regularly had to blow away a few bugs straying from her sons control.
Garudaman and The AstrayGarudaman and The Astray3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
real work by :icondziqker:, :iconfutarinokizuna:
Garudaman and The Astray
Act 1 . surga?, mungkin bukan.
Seorang pria setengah baya terbangun disebuah padang rumput , angin bertiup membelai lembut sejuk dirinya. Dia terpaku sejenak, kemudian mencoba mengingat-ingat apa yang telah terjadi.
“ apa ini surga..?”
“ betul aku sudah mati.. “
“kalau begitu ini memang surga!!”
Dia melompat berdiri dengan wajah girang, kemudian mengangkat kedua tangannya ke angkasa,
Dia berlari dan dan bergulung direrumputan sambil tertawa dengan senangnya, kemudian berbaring sambil melihat lanigt biru, dia menarik napas dalam. Dalam hatinya dia berkata”
“haah langit yang indah”
“serasa ingin terbang kesana...”
Dia terdiam teringat akan sesuatu.