Indiscernable regardIndiscernable regard6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il y avait toujours cet homme qui me regardait de ses grands yeux bleus. Riche, il voyageait tous les matins au volant de sa Mercedes. De mon banc, je le suivais du regard, curieuse et comblée tout à la fois. La main sur le toit de sa voiture, il me contempla plus longuement qu'à l'ordinaire. À son habitude, il aurait déjà pris le large. Un pied devant l'autre, il devança tous les véhicules stationnés au bord du trottoir. Regardant à droite, puis à gauche, il traversa d'un pas décidé cette voie achalandée. Se rapprochant de moi, je sentis son regard inquiet me foudroyer subitement.
- Avez-vous besoin d'aide, madame ? S'écria-il en accélérant le pas à la vue de voitures se rapprochant dangereusement.
Il s'agenouilla devant moi, posant ses mains tièdes sur mes avants bras. Je sursautai légèrement à ce contact.
- Je vous remercie de votre solidarit&
30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Hide his hair straightener. (Thanks Theyaylady)
2. Jump out of a random closet, scream as you shove a rock in his mouth and walk away as though nothing has happened.
3. Constantly remind him that he spends more time on his hair than the average American girl.
4. Creep up behind him the middle of the night singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider.
5. Paint his guitar bright pink with a yellow lightening stripe.
6. Draw a mustache on his face in permanent marker while he sleeps.
7. Laugh hysterically when he wakes up to discover your lovely artwork.
8. Lean very close to his face, until your noses are almost touching, and loudly declare Im wearing new socks today!
9. Spend all of your free time thinking up ways to annoy him.
10. Light a match, CAREFULLY hold it close to his hair and say This is a hold up, nobody move and Georgs hair doesnt pay the ultimate price!
11. Ask if he would like a kiwi.
Profile- Ghost FaustusProfile- Ghost Faustus7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Ghost Faustus
Nickname: Other kids call him Frankenstein-boy, Ronnie calls him Patches.
Age: Has a 17-year-old body, though his actual age is unknown.
Socioeconomic level: Currently, upper middle class. (Before that, living-in-a-secret-lab class.)
Birth date: His creator-father Tierlynn let him pick his birthday, because Tierlynn didn't want Ghost to associate the day of his 'creation' as his actual birthday. Ghost chose April 6, the same as his favorite scientist, James Watson, one of the discoverers of DNA.
Birth place: His dad's lab, somewhere in Germany.
Describe their dwelling/house: A scientific laboratory, hidden away somewhere in the world (a different lab than the one he was born in). It's essentially one big lab room, with a couple of beds. (Until recently, he had shared a bed with his father)
Occupation: Student in
Keep BreathingThe storm is coming...Keep Breathing6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The blonde's cell phone rings with a happy tune. He pulls it out of his pocket and smiles at the Caller ID, flipping it open. "Sasori!" he says excitedly. "I knew you'd call! The skyscraper is amazing. It's like nothing I've ever-"
"Deidara," the redhead on the opposite end says, almost sternly. "You have to get out of there."
"I know you're upset that you couldn't come with me, but sheesh." Deidara rolls his eyes, as if Sasori could see it.
"Listen to me, Deidara." Sasori switches his phone to the other ear. "On the news... Look, just leave. Please."
"Why?" Deidara asks, puffing out his bottom lip slightly. He puts his hand on his hip and says, "You're kinda scaring me." There's an odd, choked noise on the other end. Deidara falls silent for a moment, then asks, "Are you alright?"
Sasori clenches his fist. "I will if you just get the hell out of there! Deidara, there's a bomb! It's not one of your little artistic fireworks, it's a real bomb! It's a
Bar Hopping with the DeadThey lost Bob in Hong Kong.Bar Hopping with the Dead5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
30 Ways to Annoy Gustav30 Ways to Annoy Gustav Schafer30 Ways to Annoy Gustav8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Steal his drumsticks and replace them with lollipops.
2. Make random animal noises every time he walks past you.
3. Duct tape yourself to his back.
4. Sit on his foot and refuse to relocate yourself for the rest of the day.
5. Lock him in a closet right before a concert.
6. Constantly remind him that Bill and Tom are way more popular than him. (I love you Gustav!)
7. Steal all of his favorite CDs and bury them in the backyard.
8. Spend your day doing nothing but thinking up ways to annoy him.
9. Give him death glares all day. When he asks you what is wrong, tell him theres a pebble in your shoe.
10. Glomp him from behind and shout "Viva Le Resistance" with a fist punch and run away, screaming. (Thanks Blackroses13!)
11. Cosplay as a random Naruto character, pick up his drumsticks, and shout Drumstick no Jutsu as you chuck them at him.
12. Smile as he yells at you.
13. Put a sombrero on your head and stalk him for the rest of the day.
I love you.She was the type of girl who knew by heart the definition of each and every sentiment. Yet the words spelled and sprawled across the pages remained simply that--words, seemingly outside her grasp forever. And yet she prolonged the ritual of carving definitions, word-for-word, into the wall that closed off her mind. But it was not that she could not feel or that she would not feel. It was simply that she harbored deep inside a passion that no words in existence could ever describe. But I now know the word she so desperately searched for; it was "love". To the unknown entity that inspired her and drove her forward, the only words necessary to convey were these: "I love you."I love you.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And I do.
My demented mind-7th gradenessWe are here to pay our respects to, Maria Juanita Consuelo De La Rosas Carmenocho. Or as her friends called her Eight. Her death was a quick and painless one. Although her friends celebrated with fireworks and counted down her death, she shall be missed. When she was born the community was overjoyed!My demented mind-7th gradeness6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In February she joined an online community that welcomed her with open arms. Eight spent most of her days watching T.V. and drawing, she had a good life. She went to many parties and celebrated many events. Her sister ninealicious will carry on her DeviantART tradition (She has already gotten 40 favorites and three new friends for her dead sister.) She also hopes to be nicer to all and especially to her family. The service will be held at that one place with the extreme luau competitions.
Reality Strikes "Daddy, you're drunk again." A petite girl whispered gently to the man sitting before her. She was small and delicate for the tender age of 13. Not that interfered with her superior knowledge compared to others her age. Her boundless energy and open mind was eager to the world around her. But she knew what real life was about all too well. The grim reality of an abusive, drunk father. Long since divorced from a mother she never had the chance to meet. Not that she cared. There was no need for another anchor to hold her here in the worldReality Strikes6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not drunk," slurred the man, his head rolling limply on his broad shoulders, "I merely had too much to drink." He chuckled then, the sound warm with old charm he rarely used anymore.
"You should be off to bed." The girl scolded him like a disobedient child; gingerly tugging on his right hand extended toward her. He didn't budge.
"Sit with me," he whined
30 Ways to Annoy Tokio Hotel30 Ways to Annoy Tokio Hotel30 Ways to Annoy Tokio Hotel8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Insist on calling Bill and Tom Thing 1 and Thing 2.
2. Read Green Eggs and Ham out loud late at night.
3. When they come back to their home town after a concert yell Yea, youre back! and hug them like youll never let go. After about five minutes constantly glance at the clock and say Shouldnt you be going somewhere?
4. Sell all four of them on eBay.
5. Tattoo your name on each of their foreheads in the middle of the night in permanent marker.
6. Dress up as a chicken and sing their songs loudly and off-key.
7. Constantly remind them that the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
8. Let a very large, non-poisonous, spider loose in the recording studio.
9. Record their loud, girly screams.
10. Poke Tom in the side non-stop, making him squeak. (This will not only annoy Tom, but his high-pitched squeaking will annoy the others too!)
11. Watch The Others a
Howl PrefaceAs a kid, I never liked my name. I had always thought it was too... plain. Rory Ann Kidwell. When you say "Rory" it sounds like you're choking on something in the back of your throat or pretending to be a dinosaur. And I had thought of it as more of a boys' name. Not to mention that Kidwell is a boring surname and I'm not surprised that I was the last in that family.Howl Preface6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My father, Jason Michael Kidwell, had been a proud guy. He had wanted at least one son to carry on the name. Needless to say, he had to hide his disappointment when all he got was a couple of female twins. My sister was creatively named Tory Ann, and was the less feminine of us. I wasn't exactly a girly-girl, but I was scared of bugs and I wasn't a very physical person. She loved to play sports such as soccer and tennis and I loved to stay at home and stare at the outfits in my closet or read. I always had this feeling that my Dad liked her more, though, because she was usually the one helping out more. I never did
The dream"Almost there," I encouraged myself on my way to school. I thought back to make sure that I had finished all my homework. Yup, I had completed it all, although I need some help on a few math problems.The dream5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I walked I looked up at the sky. For some reason the sky seemed really bleak. It was dark, like in horror films. Something didn't feel quite right. As I looked at the clouds, droplets of rain landed on my face.
"Great" I muttered sarcastically. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail so that I could put on my hood. Normally I liked the rain, just not when I was walking to and from school.
Approaching the school, I noticed how empty it looked. Normally there were kids gathered at the front of the school by this time. Maybe they had all gone and found shelter inside their classrooms, but I still felt a little uneasy.
I stopped. For a moment I felt nauseous. I squeezed my eyes shut and fell to my knees. After a few seconds the nausea went away and I was able to stand up again.
My eyes widen
Eraser The student body flocks together like pigeons to a bread crumb, each fighting to get the closest and shoving others out of the way. One of their kind is sprawled on the floor, a waterfall of crimson cascading down his face from it's source; that source being a machete lodged into the boy's skull just above his wide, lifeless eyes. Some people let out screams of terror, others gasp, a few burst into tears. All of them stare, first at the body... then at me.Eraser5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm on my knees next to the body. The blood, dark and thick, is warm as my jeans absorb most of it, making my legs feel damp and sticky. There is some splattered on my face from where I had first hacked into him with the blade, but all of this I must ignore for now. They're onto me. They know I did it. They don't know why, but the fact that I did it is good enough for them. They think I'm a murderer, a psycho. That I've gone off the deep end. But they're wrong. It had
The Basement. That flight of steps that you were scared of ever since you were little, the one thing about your house you didn't like. It's usually pitch black at the bottom, but sometimes that little light bulb hanging from a wire on the ceiling is switched on and gives off just enough light to show what's around you. And sometimes it flickers. Who knows what happens for that split second that there's darkness while the light is flickering? What horrors reside there? No one likes the basement. No one goes in there unless they're washing clothes or they need to get something out of storage. That's all.The Basement.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Except you've decided you're going to change that.
It doesn't seem too bad at first. The wood is a little creaky when you take that first step, and it sends a shiver up your spine. This can't be all that scary; it's just a few little rooms at the bottom of your house. You take a few more steps, each one cr
Like A dream Part 2 Izzy's POVLike A dream Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Treader loved the park. He could run around free as long as he wanted. Smiling Izzy put his attention back to the book but had to fight to keep his eyes open. As he lost it he curled himself together to a ball and started to dream....normally he dreamed just shit but this time.....
~opening his eyes he noticed the warm wind and the relaxing sound of the open sea. He liked it veery much and just wanted to turn on his back as.......someone giggles.Then something like a red flash. Tilting his head, Izzy nearly purred as he felt the soft touch from Axl on his neck. It had to be him be
Dot the Eye PrologueI had a decent job. I was a salesperson for the biggest technology company in the state of South California. The year was 2036, but things hadn't really changed much from earlier times. The war in Iraq was over, ended by troops being pulled out and sent back home. The political stress of the situation nearly caused a second Civil War, and resulted in some states splitting in half (like California, Texas, and a few others). The quarreling died down, though, and soon America was doing as brilliant as ever. Everywhere, business was booming and financial issues weren't as bad as they had been before. We weren't thrust into a new age of flying cars, though. The technology at the company I worked for was flashy and somewhat expensive, but it wasn't things like robots and time machines. Just your normal computers.Dot the Eye Prologue6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The company was called CLEON. That was it. The letters meant nothing; It was just the name, and it happened to be in all capital letters. CLEON sold everything you needed: Computers
Warriors Cats Meme~!so this isn't the traditional meme where you draw pictures, here u just answer my questions. draw them if u want, thoWarriors Cats Meme~!3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. Whitefeather: Hey, Whitefeather here! Okay, so give us a little idea about yourself! If you have an oc, what are they like?
2. Whitefeather: Now..... What Clan do you belong to?
3. Whitefeather: Okay, that's a cool! So what is your favorite fresh kill?
4.Whitefeather: RP time!- You are on border patrol when, le gasp!, a kittypet is on your territory! What will you do?
5. Rp- So~! You are at a Gathering and things look like they are about to get ugly. Do you stand up and remind everyone of the truce, or sit still at let them be?
6. Rp- Another Clan is attacking! You can either save the kits, elders, or fight. Take your pick!
7.Rp- badgers have made
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Like a Dream Part 4 Axl's POVLike a Dream Part 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There. The quietness came back. And Jeffrey was gone. On the other hand it was so relaxing. Axl moved his hand around but there was only darkness. "J...Jeffrey?"His body felt heavy and now he couldn't even more around anymore as he could fell a soft touch and someone talking. Was this Izzy? A bit shaking, the readhead held up his hand as someone grabbed it. Slash! He let go again and started to sob. Izzy will never come back to him.
Red NecklaceDiary extract 312Red Necklace6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Hello, This is Kira Hallibell again. Today is a day like any other and I am truly bored, I started reading a new book today and it is amazing, it has a very interesting plot and a very funny story about a girl who has a normal life but she doesnt know whats around the corner and she dreams of magic and a new world thats hiding behind her own... It kinda reminds me of myself... I dream of magic just wanting to see something entirely different, Im tired of just staying in this rut, Im getting older and I know im wasting my life just sitting here...
Kira put her diary down and threw her pen at a wall in frustration, she layed back on her bed and ran her fingers through her dark black hair. She stared at the ceiling, tracing the grooves that were carved into the wall carefully. Suddenly her mother walked in with the clothes from the washing, Her mother looked at her with an unreadable expression and then he smiled. Kira half smiled back
a nona story part-1the orange haired girl continued to walk tword the sunrise , the desert was starting to burn like any other day. she walked alonge the dirt road as qestion after qestion passed her mind 'were am i going?' 'why'd i leave?' 'were will i end up?'. the sun finally reached over the mountaions , it shined in her vilot eyes , she lifted her hand to shild the sun from her eye when she hurd a voice from behinda nona story part-16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"nona". she stoped and turned around. a silver haired boy siting on a tall brown male horse.
" h-hidan" is all that could leave her lips.
"are you ok?" hidan asked feeling woried
"i-im not sure "she answered
"do you wont a ride home? " he asked his younger sister
she shoook her head yes , she got on the back of him on the brown horse , hidan pulled the rains to the left turning the horse around "ok lets go dragon"hidan said as he taped the horses sides with his feet, the horse begane to trot. nona layed her head on hidans shoulder.
Me.I am insecure.Me.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My hair isn't completely straight.
My eyes are not normal.
I don't smile a lot.
My makeup isn't perfect, nor is my skin.
I have big feet and I tower over many friends.
I cry a lot and let my emotions get the best of me.
I hurt easily.
I have braces.
My teeth do not touch in the front.
I am quiet.
I don't talk in class.
I can't stand up for myself.
My chest is small.
But I am a person and I DO have feelings. If you belittle and disrespect me....You are less of a person. Because I am ME, so like it or not, that is the way it is.