Start Over - Ch.4Sharing Is CaringStart Over - Ch.45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The snow continued to fall throughout the night, bringing more than five inches of snow.
The phone began ringing loudly at 6:30am. Usually Misaki was awake at this time, but since she had the week off she didn't wake up will 8am, sometimes later. She grabbed the phone, brought it to her ear and whispered, "Hello?" A bubbly voice answered, "Misaki! Guess what! Guess what!" She pulled the phone away from her ear and lowered the volume. "What happened, Sakura?! Did your boyfriend turn out to be an asshole again?" She whispered angrily.
" No, actually he's better than you first thought in high school!"
"I highly doubt that " She mumbled.
"Forget it, just tell me, what happened?"
"He proposed! Oh my gosh, he proposed, Misaki!"
"I'm so happy for you!" She gushed, still whispering.
"Are you sick? 'Cause you've been whispering through this whole conversation." Sakura asked, worried for her dear friend.
"What, no. I'm tired, because it's
Start Over - Ch.2Sharing Is CaringStart Over - Ch.25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Misaki froze for a moment and mouth, "I'll be right back." She ran away to the bathroom at lightning speed! She quickly opened the bathroom door and locked herself in one of the stalls. "Oh my god! I thought I wouldn't see that damn idiot again I was more hoping I would. But not at a time like this!! Ugh why does he do this to me?" Misaki sighed, she leaned against the wall inside the stall and almost felt like crying. "What's going to happen to my mother? That's what's important now! I have to stay strong for her!" She flushed the toilet, to pretend she didn't just run in for no reason. She washed her hands and face, and then walked out the door. As soon as she opened it, Usui was standing across from the door. Misaki froze.
Usui grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back to her mother's room, and pushed her through the door. "Hey, mom." Misaki put on a fake smile, when she really just wanted to cry. "Misaki, don't you have to go to work today?"
Start Over - Ch.10Sharing is CaringStart Over - Ch.105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been about a week since her mother had passed away. They had a small funeral for her, only with close friends, as they couldn't contact any other family members that may live in the area.
Suzuna was been stayed at Misaki's house for the past week and was leaving today. She did not want to leave Misaki alone, but had to leave for school. If she stayed away too long she'd fall behind. So, here they were outside Misaki's apartment building. Suzuna carried her small bag on her back, "Are you sure you want me to go? I could stay a little longer if you want?" She asked her older sister. Misaki smiled faintly at her, "No, you have to back to your studies. Otherwise you'll fall behind and it'll take longer to get your degree. I don't think mom would want that."
"Yea, but I just don't want to leave you alone." She frowned at Misaki, lowering her head.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine." She patted her sister on the head. "I have quite a few things here to keep me b
The Borrowed Cloak. Pt 1 [ Cullen x Trevelyan]The Borrowed Cloak. Pt 1 [ Cullen x Trevelyan]8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: The Borrowed Cloak Pt. 1
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
characters/pairing: Commander x Nevena Trevelyan
Disclaimer: Dragon Age: Inquisition is the property of Bioware, as is Cullen and any other characters mentioned within this piece. Nevena Trevelyan is my creation, under the Dragon Age: Inquisition player character, Trevelyan.
Cullen paused on the climb to the Inquisitor's chamber, resting his hand against the wall and reconsidering for perhaps then twelfth time whether or not he should be visiting her in her private rooms. After all, they were hers and she had never invited him to visit her there. Not to mention, if any of their companions or the soldiers had seen him visit... there would be talk.
They were worse gossips than a gaggle of fish wives.
On the other hand, he reasoned, he and Nevena got on well enough, and his reason for visiting was innocent and about business. He was her advisor as well as Commander, and their time together was often so bri
Gutter- Chapter One Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...Gutter- Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she realized that he was heavier than he looked. She adjusted him a bit before spotting something on the ground near him- the piece of parchment the other man had been holding earlier. Setting him back on the ground, she picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising in surprise at the letters scribbled onto it. It was written in a strange, flowing letteri
Start Over - Ch.9Sharing is CaringStart Over - Ch.95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chap. 9 (thanks for sticking with my story!)
A dark morning rose on the city, the skies were dark and rain poured down onto the streets. People ran to catch their train or bus, trying to get out of the dreadful rain. Misaki stared out the window, depression hanging over her like those dark clouds. She laid in her bed, thinking about her mother and whether or not she would live. It was horrible thinking about this it was too soon to be thinking like that.
Everything seemed to be moving slower that day, making everything even more painful. She couldn't bear the thought of losing her mother, so Misaki decided to get out of her house. It didn't matter that it was raining, maybe the rain will lift her spirits. She always liked the rain anyway.
Misaki found her way to a small park and sat on a bench that, surprisingly, wasn't soaking wet. She sat on the bench, staring out at the people rushing by. Even though she was wearing her coat, and had an umbrella. She felt cold
Frozen Flames - PrologueWithin all worlds there shall always exist both dark and light, Heaven and Hell. It is here that the world remains as one. But when light is once corrupted by dark to bleed a core of blackest blood the world shall see its end. The pure shall no longer rule, the darkness of sin shall rule and end the world in destruction.Frozen Flames - Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Man shall fall. The Great shall fall. The Divine shall fall.
Octavius stood at attention in front of a crystal gate, scanning the horizon for travelers and enemies. As a commander and one of the last of the First Council he had made it his duty to guard the Final gate to Earth.
Octavius began to wonder where his second in command, Talon, had gone and called out his name. Talon! Where are you? He waited a moment, anticipating the sound of his armor but sighed when he heard nothing.
The crystal gate glimmered behind him, shards of light reflecting onto the white ground and the clouded mist that surrounded it. The Final gate w
Taught to loveYou can try but you'll never forget me.Taught to love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can smile but you'll never smile as you smiled at me.
You can think of another person, but your heart won't beat
as it beat for me.
You can cry alone in your bed, but you'll never cry as you
cried for me.
You can stroke a face with tenderness but it'll feel
strange because you memorized my features.
You can be in other arms but you'll doubt to lean your
forehead on that chest.
You will kiss other lips for long even, but when you open
your eyes you won't find me.
You'll go to sleep talking to yourself to don't see me in
your dreams but you know it won't work.
Nobody treats you as I did, right?
Nobody tells you the things I told you.
Nobody gives you life as I gave.
Nobody stops to understand you as I did.
But you keep being distant as if you never met me.
You deleted my name from your lips but you can't erase
You say you're fantastic but don't say it looking at me.
I'm not silly, I know you well.
It is not your fault,
Royal Houses of GondolinName House of the KingRoyal Houses of Gondolin7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Function Bodyguard of the King's family
Traits Wear red, white and gold
Leader Turgon the Wise
Trait King of Gondolin
Bravest warrior in Gondolin
Name House of th
list for ninth october1) your lover is dead andlist for ninth october4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you burn the eggs. grease
streaks the stove. you
sit, stand, switch off
the burner. sit.
the birds chirp. sit.
2) your lover is dead and
the birds are hungry:
the blue-jay funereal
sick ocean grey.
you shore yourself
against the bare mattress,
empty mason jars, your
mother's phone calls,
by desk receptionists.
the author's name
dwarfs the title,
that means it's good.
that means it's popular.
you spill tea
and soak its pages
and sit. sit.
3) your lover is dead and
the tea is cold.
the leaves have settled
in rorschach patterns.
the tea is hot:
when it's poured.
when you walk away.
you open your mouth.
4) your lover is dead and
you can learn no more
languages. dust sheaves
on books, in sunroom-motes.
half-eight, you feed the cat.
she scratches the door.
you say nothing:
5) your lover is dead and
you've fallen asleep.
your lover is dead and
6) you know that mockingbird don't sing
we never had no diamond rings
Bag on a Stickhttp://www.draconicmagazine.com/articles/bag-stickBag on a Stick4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Fallen Into DarknessFallen Into Darkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fallen Into Darkness
I'm a dark void, my shadow casts its own shadow
And I'm too much of a coward to even try and turn back
I'm so bleak, because I've managed to create a new breed of sorrow
And I'd be a fool to even attempt to move out and into the blinding black
My mere gaze can darken the brightest tomorrow
That must be why I am destined to remain here forever
My life is unaware that death is what I yearn to give into
That's another reason to sever every bond for the better
I vowed to myself that I wouldn't take you down with me
Your kind strength and light is what I can no longer borrow
I am nothing but a doubled-edged sword, it is what I will always be
I'm regretfully swaying away from the promised path that I used to follow
But I assure you that I will be alright
So please remember you did everything you could
But I've already made up my mind
And you said every hopeful word
The Beast and the Businessman (edited)John drifted in an immense void, unable to control where he was going. He doubted anyone knew he was alive.The Beast and the Businessman (edited)4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not long ago he had been a traveler. An astronaut, or so he would have been called in another time, but in his time such things were more common and words like “astronaut” seemed unnecessary. He had been moving with his family to another part of the galaxy. They were being transported through space, moving thousands of light years of space to reach a new home on a distant planet.
One morning he had attended a briefing on safety drills, along with the rest of his family. These were held regularly on board the ship to ensure everyone was ready in case of disaster. The first drill was always to get a protective suit on.
An instructor had stood in front of his family, demonstrating how the pieces of the suit fit onto the body. “Alright,” he said “everyone just go through the motions, then check the person beside you.”
John began to put his ow
An Apple for the TeacherHer name was Miss Mills. She was twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, and my son was a student in her first ever kindergarten class. He fell in love with her on the first day of school. He never told me this, of course, but a mother always knows. He came home that first day and he sparkled as he told me everything that had happened, how Miss Mills had read them a story from a brightly colored picture book and how he had hung on her every word.An Apple for the Teacher4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And I want to get her an apple," he announced.
"An apple?" I asked. I was peeling grapes for his lunch the next day.
"Yes," he said, "it was in the book we read today. The kids, they gave their teacher an apple, and I think it would be a nice thing to do."
"Alright," I said, "we will get some apples. Any kind of apple in particular?"
He thought about it. "A big red one."
The next morning he marched off to school with his big proud apple held delicat
Wolf InsideA ghostly glow in the black of the nightWolf Inside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A constant drawing to that bright white light
Unbearable longing deep in my heart
To let her out
That wolf inside
She escapes, the prison gone
At once we start, to become one
A split second of pain
Burning, searing, ripping
As dark as night
I open my eyes,
To the brightness of life
My senses open, to the pure delight
Of soil beneath my paws
I tense, waiting for the moment
To set myself free,
With only my heart to lead
Weaving through the trees,
A ghost in the wood
At one with the forest
Until the moon goes down...
Now for the pain
Ice down my spine
Dreading the moment,
When I become blind
With every breath I take
Locked up once again
My wolf inside
HeavenHis eyes cracked open ever so slightly, his sore muscles screaming at him as he shifted his position. Memories flicked about his mind for just a moment; a fight, being struck, falling onto a stone floor. However, this was far from stone. A gentle wave caressed his feet, the soft sound of the water breaking easing his mind. The vague feelings of struggle and strife flittered past his mind, but they quickly vanished as his eyes finally opened. An endless blue sky, broken by only the rare occurrence of a cloud. Slowly, despite the protest from his aching body, he eased himself up, looking about a moment. The beach looked to be gold dust mingling with the purest of white, a smooth plane stretched between dense jungle and waters clear and pristine. Shifting his view he was startled by the woman sitting next to him, even more so when she leaned over and pressed her lips against his. He sat stupHeaven8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
Agony-euphoriaAgonyAgony-euphoria7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My entire being, wracked with pain
My blinded eyes, they cannot see
That which I may never retain
So lost am I, in agony
As light does fade, and dusk does come
Upon my withring, suffring self
Into the pain, I must succumb
Stripped of this, my earthly health
Smitten by the searing fires
Smothered in the burning plume
Gone now, my precious, dear desires
Replaced now by haunting doom
My human soul, so filled with pain
My shattered mind, it cannot see
The suffring I must eer retain
Lost forever, true agony
My heart and soul, they now rejoice
As pain and strife now leave me; a
New time of salvation finds a voice
As blissfully comes euphoria
Three times happy, twice sincere
Bereft of malice, pain, and fear
So brilliant light, so very dear
In euphoria, joy now lives here
I dance, I sing, my pleasure whole
My inequities so long forgotten
Achieved now, my eternal goal
To bring in peace now so begotten
Join in my hymn, my friends, rejoice
Because I CanLAYER ONE:Because I Can8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Many: Opera Ghost, the Phantom, Angel of Music, and certain explicit names that common decency forbids me to record. You may call me Erik.
Birthplace: St. Martin de Boscherville, France
Birthday: Will you believe me if I assure you that I have absolutely no idea?
Gender: Male. I pity the woman named Erik.
Eye Color: a rather garish shade of yellow
Hair Color: Ah, you must be referring to those fine, shaggy strands that crown my head? Black, then.
Height: Six feet, four inches, I believe. Why cant you behave normally and use the metric system like everyone else?
Righty or Lefty: Hands? Left.
Zodiac Sign: Did we not discuss this previously?
Elemental Sign: Must you?
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Come now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop your laziness this instant and check the birthday question if you insist on an answer!
Your heritage: French. I believe the name Erik is Scandinavian, but as to my ancestry in this area, I have
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan PoeANNABEL LEEAnnabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as al
HuntingHunting4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Searching, hunting, yearning for the prey
Claw digging, ripping through the Earth.
Run, duck, pounce, stay
Heart beating, tail swishing, revel in the search.
Night is dark, moon is bright,
Wind is blowing scents on the air.
Shadows frolic in the night
Running, chasing, the need is there.
Catching,ripping, make the kill.
Feast of flesh, warm and dripping.
Chew and swallow, not enough to fill.
Back on the hunt, still searching.
Never enough, ever too small
Always hunting, hiding, killing.
Want to hunt, must answer the call.
Ever and ever onward and rippin.
Hiding in the shadows, moving with the wind,
Always triumphant in the hunt.
Feasting on prey, looking up with a bloody grin
Hunger, gnawing, needs that can be fun.
Cycle Of Nightmares.Cycle Of Nightmares.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like an angel's footfalls, tapping on the rooftops,
The gentle patter of the rain, I listen to it lain in bed.
It sends me to sleep, as I wonder if it ever stops,
Then I fall prey, to all the things that sleep in my head.
Those angels that I so fear, land on the rooftops,
Laughing with malice, as they see that I am in bed.
As they laugh at my sleeping form, my heart stops,
As I wake, I realise that it was all just in my head.
I listen to the rain, as it falls on these rooftops,
I sigh and begin to relax, as I lay back down in bed.
That gentle rain sends me to sleep again, it never stops,
Once again, I fall prey to the things that lurk in my head.
A cycle of nightmares, thanks to the rain on the rooftops,
But at least I am asleep for once, as I am lain in my bed.
Rain lulls me asleep to nightmares, the cycle never stops,
I will always just fall prey, to the things that are in my head.
Love is Pain (Legolas Fic CH 6: Hobbit DOS) Tauriel awoke the next morning with Legolas' kiss still burning on her lips and tears still in her eyes. She had expected the feelings dredged up by that kiss to be gone by now, but instead they intensified as she turned over drowsily and saw Legolas smiling at her. "Good morning! Ready to leave soon?" he asked. His change in attitude from the previous day was rather sudden, having been influenced by his thought that the only way she might ever know how he felt without him having to tell her would be treating her as a friend would treat a friend rather than being angry and indifferent. Tauriel sat up stiffly, trying desperately to fix her disheveled hair.Love is Pain (Legolas Fic CH 6: Hobbit DOS)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sure." she said. She avoided looking at him. Legolas noticed this, and observed that her eyes were red and bloodshot, her skin was so pale that she looked as if she might be dying.
"What's wrong with you? You look terrible! Not that... Well I mean... never mind."