Little BookThere once was a tiny book with small pages that were as blank and white as procilen skin. The tiny book said, "I don't want to be here on this shelf forever.... I want to have grand stories like all the other books."Little Book5 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
It marveld over the thick and proud spines of all the other books. Some many words all over them, great authors went and wrote in every single one from Scientists such as Charles Darwin, to magnificent story tellers like Robert Louis Stevenson and Charles Dicken.
It wasn't until a new strange book was placed on the shelf that the little book really began to think. It was a foreign book, an odd one that didn't have the decorated spines and proud covers. It was plan, simple, ordinary.
It was quiet and dark on the shelf, never talked and bragged like the other books. It sat and sat, becoming more erry in every day that passed.
All the other books shied away from it, not knowing what to do. After all it was for
The Knife's SpeechIn the early eighteen hundreds, a sixteen year old girl decides to leave her hard home life and go out to seek her fortune. She takes with her a blanket, some food and her father's old knife. On the road to London, the knife speaks to her.The Knife's Speech5 years ago in Drama More Like This
I left the forge in years long gone by,
with blades of great renown and greater strength,
but none of them has done so much as I,
though they may be recalled whilst I am not.
It was with them that men waged cruel war,
displaying awesome power before the world.
I'm agent of small deeds which no one saw,
but which will have effect until Earth's end.
There's little in those youths who name me beautiful,
run fingers down my spine to test me,
feel my balance, call me graceful
and having paid that tribute soon abandon me.
To them I'm but a toy that men outgrow
and leave behind with boyhood.
My subtler power's a power they'll never know
in heat of war and sound of soldiers' feet.
Yet gentle women know my power well;
and quiet girls unleash my strengt
Echo przeszlosci 03Echo przeszlosci 033 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wstał z ciężką głową. Nie wypili wczoraj aż tak dużo, a przynajmniej nie tyle by mieć kaca.
Ale może była to kumulacja tych paru dni. Albo niewyspania... albo...
tak. Tego co wczoraj się stało.
Strzał w dziesiątkę.
Wstawił wodę na herbatę, usiadł na krześle, założył ręce za głowę i popatrzył w sufit, jakby chcąc znaleźć na nim jakąś wskazówkę.
Żadne objawienie nie nastąpiło. A co lepsze, zachciało mu się zapalić.
Sięgnął po paczkę papierosów, leżącą już od dobrych kilku tygodni na lodówce.
Czerwone. Lubił je od czasu do czasu. Jakoś dziwnie przyjemnie gryzły w gardło.
Oparł się stopą o krawędź stołu, odginając ciało lekko
Le Matin de l'AutreTôt. Tôt le matin.Le Matin de l'Autre4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Je me lève.
Je suis de ceux qui voient en le jour l'occasion rêvée d'exister.
Je suis de ceux qui boivent le café noir.
Je suis le veston, le jour est ma cravate,
Accessoire indispensable de ma vie espresso.
Je suis de ceux qui sirotent l'actualité
Et qui lisent le fond d'une tasse.
Il y a le soleil, à ma fenêtre, qui
Ne me donne ni chaud. Ni froid.
Il y a les saisons, à ma fenêtre, qui
S'empressent de ne jamais me donner le temps de les discerner.
Je suis de ceux qui marchent
Ou de ceux qui courent
Et qui font mine de s'affairer,
Parmi d'autres qui font semblant de s'affairer.
Et quand sur mon chemin je croise la Solitude,
Je l'ignore en ne lui donnant rien qui puisse lui payer à manger, parce que
Je suis de ceux qui ont peur de nourrir
Leur propre chemin
Qui croise la route de l'autre.
Le matin de l'autre
Ne m'est pas si étranger...
Sen NivaSen Niva3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To był sen z serii tych realistycznych.
Tzn wszystko było w nim cholernie prawdziwe, ale tak naprawdę w prawdziwym świecie jego prawdopodobieństwo wynosi mniej niż zero.
Zazwyczaj po śnie tego rodzaju budziłem się i cieszyłem, że to jednak tylko wymysł mojej głowy.
Dzisiaj było odwrotnie.
I sam jestem tym mocno zdziwiony.
Sen był trochę jak film, jak pokaz slajdów.
Miałem własny kąt, ale mieszkałem sam. Nie jest to zbyt obiecująca przyszłość, jakby nie patrzeć, ale sen był na tyle abstrakcyjny, aby mieć nadzieję, że będzie inaczej. I byłem starszy, nie jakoś wiele, ale na pewno skończyłem te swoje studia.
Tak jak teraz sobie myślę, że chyba tak naprawdę nie chciałbym już mieszkać sam. Mieć własny kąt - jasne. Ale być w tych czterech ścianach s
Meiji School Girl MisaoMeiji School Girl Misao10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You did WHAT?!" Misao nearly dropped her bowl of rice.
Okina sipped his tea calmly, already expecting his young protege's outburst. Everyone at the table except Aoshi and Omasu glanced at Okina curiously. Aoshi continued eating his fish as if nothing happened and Omasu looked at Misao nervously. Kuro put down his bowl, and ventured to ask politely,
"You enrolled her into that Christian college, Okina-san?"
"How could you do that without asking me, Jiya!" Misao slammed her bowl onto the table, sending several grains of rice flying into the air.
"Precisely for that reason," Okina muttered, he cleared his throat as he spoke up louder. "It's high time you receive a formal education about how to conduct yourself as a lady. You need to continue your education as well. You've gone on for too long with just the basics. This school can provide you with more. The Doshisha college recently opened a women's higher education building next door to it's principle building, and is looking
Crossed Times 4 EscapeCrossed Times 4 Escape4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4 Escape
Days passed and turned into weeks, and Altair still found modern day life in the 21st century to be quite overwhelming; staying in Alex and Dana's apartment would still take a while for him to fully adjust to and get comfortable with modern day life. The first step was to, naturally get more comfortable with the language, while he had managed to hold up a conversation, Altair's English still had a long way to go, what was worse is Altiar couldn't read a single thing in English either.
"You can't read?" Dana had asked the third day Altair had been living there; she had noticed he; had been struggling to read words on the food and always asked what things where; which Alex found to be irritating as hell and tended to disappear for hours on end leaving Dana to deal with the confused Arabian assassin, eventually he admitted (and this was a hard thing for him to admit; after all he was meant to be an intelligent assassin, it was hard f
Crossed Times 7 - ContactCrossed Times 7 - Contact4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7 - Contact
Altiar sighed as he tossed and turned around in his bed for the fifth time tonight; no matter what he wanted, it seemed his restless mind would not allow him to sleep. Sighing softly the Arabian male slid out of bed; he was wearing practically nothing but the assassin didn't seem to mind; the curtains were drawn and it was dark in the room you could barely see the outline of the furniture the only light coming from the glow of the digital clock next to his bed told him it was 4:45am.
Altiar frowned a bit and started to pace around in his room; what was he going to do? There was no way he could face Alex, he wouldn't be able to look the man in the eye! Hell he could barely look at Dana right now without knowing that her brother was watching his every move; if he didn't know any better he'd say Alex's paranoia was rubbing off on him.
Ever since Alex kissed him he had been avoiding the other, and for good reason! He didn't know why
Crossed times 13-Calm before..Crossed times 13-Calm before..3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 13 Calm before the storm.
"You should have stayed with the target! Because of this the assassin is now gone and Abstergo expect us to pick up the pieces!" Randell yelled at Cross from across his large desk, Cross himself didn't so much as flinch at the others rage, he stood there like he was made of stone strong and resolute.
"I have no excuses sir, once the assassin was within the compound and they strapped him to that machine, I figured they didn't need me any further I should have known better, that the assassin would escape and that Zeus would come after him" Cross said softly as he watched the General pace back and forth in agitation "What do we do now?"
"I don't know" Randell said sounding exasperated as he fell into his large chair with a sigh "According to the reports, Altair didn't have what Abstergo wanted and their other escapee Desmond Miles is now missing, we know he's within the city but other than that we have no clues... we have to suspect that Zeus
Made to Be BrokenThere were a number of unspoken rules when it came to Doc Worth, rules that he was well aware of. He supposed this could be considered somewhat strange, since he was well aware that rules were generally the last thing people thought of when they thought of him. But really, he'd never been the type to give a damn about other people's judgement, so that hardly mattered. He quite frankly did not care if others thought he was slimy and greasy... well, okay, that was a lie. He thought it was downright hilarious if it bothered them, but that was not the point. To him, it all came down to his opinions of himself and his own personal standards. So he had this set of rules, and he did his best to follow them. And no, none of them were Fight Club references.Made to Be Broken5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rule Number One was simple enough, and that was that Worth did not make house calls. He couldn't really care less if you were throwing up your organs or whatever. His patients came to him, not the other way around, and he damn well liked it
AlexDes Highschool pt.1Desmond Miles burst though the door of his History class. "Mr. Miles, you are fifteen minutes late!" Shouted his teacher Mr. Malik.AlexDes Highschool pt.14 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry, sir."
The historian and engineer teacher sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Take you seat, Mr. Miles."
"Yes sir " he mumbled.
He took his seat next to his friends Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings. "Second time this week, Desmond, and its only Thursday," Rebecca teased.
Desmond sighed. "Ezio and Altiar have me cramming for something called the Brotherhood, I think it's a family thing."
Shaun shrugged. "Well all you missed was the fascinating history of The Cold War, mostly just America's part."
"You three, quiet."
"Yes, sir," all three of them said at once.
"That's your homework for the night, get it done of detention for all of you."
The students just mumbled knowing that groaning would only get them either more homework or a check on their term work. "Mr. Miles, may I talk to you?" Mr. Malik asked.
Shaun and Rebecca raised an eye
ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 7Scene 1: If the Espada hosted documentaries...ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ulquiorra: Goddoes he truly exist?...No he doesn't. Goodnight. *walks off*
Nnoitra: *walking in the desert in Hueco Mundo* And it was here, several months ago, that as me and Nelliel faced off for Round 2... Nelliel...shat herself.
Grimmjow: Catsare they truly badass? F*CK YES, GOODNIGHT!!
Szayel: 12:30 pm. Aizen does not expect the pleasant surprise of finding me in his bedroom butt-naked and tied to his bedposts...
Harribel: In today's episode of 'WOMEN TODAY', I will reveal the latest women's poll, in which they were asked: "Are men worth it?" ....99.9% said 'F*ck no!' and a very sad 1% said 'yes'. May God have mercy on her soul.
Scene 2: Yammy battles Yoriuchi and Uruhara in his and Ulqui's debut.
*Yammy is owned*
Ulquiorra: *thinking* *sigh* If you want something done properly, kill Yammy before you start.
Scene 3: Things you would never hear the Espada say...
Grimmjow: Hey, Kurosaki, would
All the Happy Days (1) "Father."All the Happy Days (1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Malik looked up to see his son, Tazim, peeking at him through the bars of his cell. "Tazim!" he scrambled up with a start, his old and worn down body not taking the reaction well. He had to stop for a moment to steady himself. Tazim's eyes burned hatred. But not focused on Malik, focused on the people who did this to him. The men and women that used to be so noble..now they just do what fear, and Abbas, tells them to. The people who took his father, labeled him as a traitor with no proof, and kept him barely alive in a cell. Malik stumbled to the bars and leaned against them. Tazim grasped his father's hand tightly, and spoke softly, so as not to wake the guards. "Father, Altair has returned." Malik nodded once. "I've heard them talking. I knew someday he would."
Tazim's eyes flicked over his shoulder at the sound of men approaching. He turned back and met his father's eyes. "Go, my son," Malik said wi
. B U L L Y I N G .. B U L L Y I N G .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look into my eyes,
clouded with tears,
look at my chest,
it feels heavy,
look at my smile,
where it use to be,
look at my skin,
pale as ice,
Look into my eyes,
filled with life,
look at my chest,
it isn't heavy,
look at my smile,
look at my skin,
a shade everyone sees,
Its how I want to be,
life like no other,
how are they the same,
a upside down world,
A mask on everyone,
their eyes dark,
their heart unvisible,
and what smile on there face,
there skin untouchable,
I don't want to be like others,
so I'm looked at,
a pain hard to feel,
time goes by fast,
my feet glued down,
a hand reaches out,
yet is ignored,
I want to be acknowladged,
is it supose to be hard,
yet its simple for others,
Bullying is hard,
hard to tackle,
hard to ignore,
hard to face,
hard to live up to life,
are you the bullied,
or the bully,
Days of Las NochesBleach UlquiHime fanfic. Hosted on FFnet at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7061648 .Days of Las Noches4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chap. 1: Night at the Movies
Summary: In this story, the Winter War never happened. Instead, there was a peace treaty between Aizen and Yamamoto. Yamamoto refuses to include Orihime's return as part of the peace treaty, so Ichigo is going to break the treaty and come rescue her anyway. In order to keep the peace, Orihime insists that she wants to stay in Las Noches to be with Ulquiorra because she has fallen for the dour Espada. At some point, she realizes that her pretence has become truth.
Pairing: Ulquiorra and Orihime.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Orihime was sitting at her desk in her room in Las Noches, staring out the window at the endless night. Her laptop was open in front of her, but she was no longer seeing the screen. She sighed. She had to admit Hueco Mundo was a pretty boring place. There wasn't anything to do, and some days she missed her friends.