Hero's sidekicksHero wondered around a little.Hero's sidekicks4 months ago in Settings More Like This
He was kinda lonely. It's not that he didn't have enough friends to play with. In fact, he had plenty.
But he couldn't talk to any of them. They couldn't hear him. He could still talk to his mom and little sister ... but they lived so far away ...
He knew Rosy could hear him. And his dad too. But neither could speak back to him.
As a half Hallucinogens, they could hear ... but not speak.
It made Hero lonely.
Hero know he wasn't really allowed to wonder off so far. But ... he wanted to be as alone as he felt.
The stable became smaller and smaller; it wasn't hard to escape the attention of the staff. They were working, busy with something. He could sneak off easily. Suddenly, a loud whinny sounded. Rosy. The half Hallucinogen. She must have caught his toughed and decide to join him.
He sighed. He ignored her, and let her follow him. He found the water pool that wasn't far from the stable. Hero stared into the water. The glow he gave
I'm Not Okay"I'm okay."I'm Not Okay7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a simple lie.
I tell it to myself all the time.
To cover up the pain inside.
I can't even say it and look in your eyes.
Why can't I tell the truth? Just why?
I wish someone would notice.
My insides are screaming to be heard.
Can't you see I'm hurting?
I hope someone sees the tears.
No I'm not.
I need to stop lying to myself.
Take it back.
"I'm not okay..."
That sounds better.
A Meeting on the CapeA Meeting on the Cape8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spring of Year 757 of the New Age, The Cape, Windborne.
He was standing on one of the rocky outcrops that made up the shoreline of the Cape, his face turned to the wind and his eyes closed, ears folded softly back against his neck and his nostrils flaring. Tzilan was drinking the wind, letting it tell him of distant lands and strange places, things that were not fawnlings and things that were not living, but yet moved and stank and burned. The wind would tell him all of this and more if he should ask, but now he simply drank what it would bring him, letting this calm spring breeze flutter in off the sea and tell him of places he would never go and things he would never see.
He was too absorbed in the smells and the echoes of sounds from this strange place that the wind was bringing him. The golden stag was far from his herd, having left his soldiers and his companions grazing and scrubbing at the dry winter grasses and foul-tasting eucalyptus bark. Spring had not come soon enoug
ScissorhandsI know if I let him come near,Scissorhands9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he'll only hurt me in the end.
Though pain is my biggest fear,
tis the wounds I am ready to mend.
Knives as fingertips will cut,
but I am willing to bleed
for this emotion, I don’t know what,
though I feel I feverishly need.
All of the people he has hurt,
and all of the mistakes he has done,
I forgive him for I know what he’s worth
but they all still tell me to run.
But I know behind those frightened eyes,
lays a caring soul in the inside.
The Guardian of DreamsSo many children, so many dreams. Some dream of bright worlds, full of adventure and hope. Others see visions of their future. A few simply dream of a quiet place to rest from the challenges of life.The Guardian of Dreams2 months ago in Settings More Like This
But the young are not without insecurities. Fears that hover in the corners of their minds, clawing through their subconscious. Some are petty and weak, nearly defeated before I even arrive. Others hide in plain sight, accepted by their host and given residence in their innocent hearts... beyond my reach…
Oh, but the nightmares! The fears and uncertainties that consume the dreams themselves, warping wondrous creations into terrifying abominations! Trampling over hope and beauty as they take powerful minds rich in imagination, and cast them from their own sanctuaries! But I will save them. That is why I exist. This is my battle. The children that cry and scream in realms their guardians cannot enter. I come to protect them. To wrench these demons who turns laughter into screams and d
Paizley's Profile for Squad ZPaizley's Profile for Squad Z3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Paizley Ichimaru
Rank: Member: Squad Z and Squad 2 captain for the new Gotei 13, squad 5 captain for bleach-deviation's new gotei 13
Race: Human/Shinigami Hybrid
Appearance: The first thing you will notice about Paizley is she is pretty short. 5'0. She has a athletic figure and rather large breasts, 40 D. Her hair is chestnut brown. It falls to her shoulders where it's layered and flipped out on the ends. Her eyes are icy blue. She has a tattoo of the nexus symbol (which is a triquetra with a N weaving through the circles) on the underside of her right wrist. Her skinned toned is darked from being raised under the California sun. She is very graceful in every movement she makes.
Her shinigami garbs consist of the keisen uniform ( the backless sleeveless uniform like soifon wears). This is because she is an avid users of Shunko. Her obi (sash) and shitagi (under clothes) is a indigo blue. In
BAWWWWWYou take my art,BAWWWWW5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you make your spoofs.
You think you're smart,
but I've got proof
that all you guys
are all just fools
and Dan realized
that I'm so cool.
So I was glad
to have a knight.
I once was sad,
but still I spite
that all my own
was taken down
so none could see
that I had sex
with my girlfriend.
But now I'll hex
you to the end.
You all have got
me banned, you see?
My chance is shot
But laugh at me,
I do not care.
I'll always be
on here, somewhere...
The Sea of Sand: A Merchants Path The heat of the day had arrived by the time the man had reached the end of the last desert town. Waves of heat could be seen rolling off the tips of the dunes in the arid Sahara desert, which lay before him like a sea of sand. As he took his first steps into the unrestrained sands, he felt an instant change in temperature below his feet. The heat seemed to increase with every step. It would be a few hours before the sun was at it's full height blinding the sky and sending all manner of creatures scurrying to find shelter under rocks and what small bushes lay scattered around. Soon he knew he would have to find shelter too under a large rock to protect him self from the sun's blistering rays. For now though he continued to hike the treacherous dunes. The sun, naturally, also hiked its way up the sky with every dune the man stumbled up. His shemagh was drenched in sweat by the time he reached shelter under two large boulders smashed together by the chuThe Sea of Sand: A Merchants Path2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
W.O.L.V.E.S.Now everyone knew the most famous and even the most minor fairy tales have something to do with a big bad wolf. Many people ask,W.O.L.V.E.S.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What did happened to those wolves?”
Well my dears I will tell you so what happened.
Oh, first let me introduce myself. My name is Missy Coyote, I’m a theropist for all sorts of trouble involing wolves. I recently helped my brother get a more better fur job after an insident with three little corgis, but that’s another story. Although it did reminded me of one member of my group. So it all started when all the wolves that were known in Cozy Creek gather at the church to have a session.
The members of the group:
Walli the wolf of Little Red Riding Hood
Waldo the wolf of the Seven Kids
Walter the wolf of The Three Little Pigs
William the wolf of Old Sultan
and Wilber the wolf a teen wolf that just tried to steal a boy’s sheep after he cried wolf.
So the meeting always begins shortly after 7:00 p.m., I’d gather everyone in a c
Shouldn' oughta done that...Paint... ball...?Shouldn' oughta done that...7 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Ion stared at the 'gun' and packet he now held in his hands. Was he really supposed to shoot others with this thing? Sure; he know how to shoot, Shi had taught him with her who-knows-how-old passed-down-from-her-father shotgun... which just so happened to kick almost as hard as he did (how Shi managed to shoot it without dislocating her shoulder every time was way beyond him). The point was, weren't you not supposed to shoot those you're on the same side with? Granted, this was practice, but still? With a shrug, he loaded his weapon and continued debating with himself.
A slight sound behind him cut his thought short and he ducked instinctively. A paintball pelted the tree in front of him a mere half-second later.
Well, that settled that. Whirling, Ion pulled the trigger and the automatic gun spewed out a stream of paintballs straight at the offending student, who took off lickety-split after being pelted more than a few times.
Lullaby*~Lullaby~*Lullaby8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sang you to sleep last night
You lay secure in my arms
I felt your breath
Your heartbeat sighed against mine
I whispered your lullaby until you were gone from this world
Into the warmth of golden days glittering against the ocean waves
I knew you were safe
And in that I was safe too
But I woke in darkness where the bed was cold
I felt you fade from my arms
Hungry tendrils crept between the sheets
They polluted the ocean waters
Till the fish couldn't breathe
I searched between the waves for you
But you vanished into the whitecaps
And when I woke once again
The sun rose sickly grey
And heralded the dying day.
A Little RainA Little Rain8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of the rain fills my ears, telling me in its shushing tone that the world is right, that all is well. I know for a fact that something is wrong.
It's not a big problem, nothing major, but it's not exactly small, either. I just know it's a problem. I'd try to explain outright what it is, but you wouldn't understand or you wouldn't believe me, so we'll go back to five months ago to the very beginning.
I stand under my umbrella, looking up at the sky, filled to the brim with its gray clouds and pale rain. I watch the complex patterns the raindrops draw on the world around me, enjoying the gentle shush as it sheets down around me and off of my blue umbrella. I like this time, when it's raining and the rain makes everything quiet. I close my eyes, embracing it.
"What are you doing," A tinkling voice behind me startles me and makes me jump. "Just standing there with your eyes closed?"
I turn to see a girl, dressed in a red coat and black skirt with a black and red striped scarf wra
What It's Not AboutIt's not about sex.What It's Not About8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not about the lusty desire.
It's not about promises made, promises kept, or promises broken.
It's not about what you say to me that makes me feel the way I do.
It's not just about the way you make me feel when I'm around you.
It's not just about the way you look at me that gives me the butterflies.
It's not just the way you made me cry happy tears with what seemed like no effort at all.
It's not just about how you make me feel beautiful, no matter how I look.
It's not just about how, when I think of you, I think of both of us.
It's not just about how when I see us, I see a future.
I don't think you understand.
I don't think anyone understands.
I've never felt this way for someone ever in my life.
It's not about you being my first love... Damn, If it's my first love, please let it be my last and only.
It's not about how meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.
It's not just about how all I want to know is if you see what I see.
It's not ab
Phantom Stallion Story-Part 1This is a version of a Phantom Stallion story. Terri Farley created the Phantom Stallion series, all rights go to her for creating the PHANTOM STALLION: (Sorry for all the grammar and spelling mistakes) Can you please tell me if I should go on with the story, here's what i've got so far.Phantom Stallion Story-Part 110 months ago in Settings More Like This
Invincible, undefeatable. Strong and powerful, stronger than the blinding uv rays of sun. Stood still, silent, a trooper. He was there, white as snow, eyes black as night. The PHANTOM. Broad shoulders, wind pounding against earth, and creature. Sam knew he was there. Why was it hard to belive it? She pondered. His figure circled around in her head. He was there, but flashed, gone, covered with snow, a burden. The avalanche hurtled towards Sam and the beautiful creature above all surroundings, again the Phantom.
Sam lay, helpless in the hospital bed of Alkali emergency center. She had lost consciousness. Slowly peaking up from her ranting sleep, a face appeared. Strong a
Oath Of FeanorThe land lay in darkness Once divine, now deadOath Of Feanor6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When Morgoth murdered The Two Trees and
Finwë the First He stole the long-sought Silmarils
Earning him Fëanors fiery wrath Sentencing the Fëanorians to their fate
So after Morgoths flight Curufinwë , quick to anger
A livid leader Spirit of Fire
New King of the Noldor Ordered that Oath
Cried out to Morgoth Of revenge to be wrought
Of blood to be brought Of revered relics re-won
No Fëanorian faltered No vow m
Desperate situationWhen Thranduil opened slowly his eyes, he felt his senses in alert, knowing he wasn't in his room anymore. Indeed, this place was far larger and darker than where he lived. He felt a little lost and then, after taking a look all around, he guessed he was -unfortunately- in Smaug's lair. Obviously, he didn't know how he came here during his sleeping time. Usually, he wasn't weak, as a good King of Elves in Mirkwood, but in front of an enormous monster with wings, he didn't have a chance to defend himself. He hated to admit it, but he felt his heart speed up of fear, and he already knew he was in danger.Desperate situation5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He tried to be as quiet as he could when he managed to stand up, but it wasn't enough because some gold pieces fell all around him. He suddenly jumped when he heard a loud voice.
"Already woken up, elf ?"Smaug grinned, looked down at him. "Surprised to be in my home, uh? I recognize it was a little hard to persuade one of your elves to betray you and then to bring you here..."
Review: The Hobbit: An Unexpected JourneyThe Hobbit: An Unexpected JourneyReview: The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
All right, it's finally here, my review for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey.
I really enjoyed the opening, starting off with the older Bilbo and Frodo in the events just prior to the start of The Fellowship of the Ring. It was great to see Ian Holm and Elijah Wood reprise their roles for the scene. And I liked how Bilbo started with writing about the dwarfs' kingdom and the attack by Smaug. And I loved the look of the Arkenstone, it was better than I could imagine it.
Martin Freeman's performance as the younger Bilbo was amazing and I enjoyed the way he did it, especially the part with him meeting with Gandalf and the dwarfs for the first time. Ian McKellan's performance as Gandalf was simply majestic, he hadn't lost a step with that character.
And of course, we've got Thorin and company, as some have dubbed them "The Dirty Baker's Dozen". Now, I mentioned in my review of the Rankin-Bass version my mixed opinions on character design, the dwarfs in pa
A SOLDIER's LoveSometimes, we are only given few moments with the oneA SOLDIER's Love1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
we love, and a thousand hours to spend thinking of them.
"Roxas! Roxas I got another letter!" Sora bounded into his brothers room, laughing. Roxas couldn't help the small smile that slid onto his face. He looked up from his book, chuckling a little. "Well, go on, read it?"
Sora smiled brighter as he sat on the bed cross-legged. He was the older twin, but when it came to his boyfriend, Riku, you couldn't tell him apart from a 12 year old fangirl.
"Sora, my beautiful angel, I can't wait until I can hold you in my arms once more. You're my light, my world, my reason for living. It's worth all of this, this war and death and poverty to know that you're at home, waiting for me. I want you to remember that you're everything I've ever dreamed of having and it's all that I need from you, just knowing that you'll wait for me. I send my love, forever and always, Riku."
Sometimes you have to take a step back and realize
MorningsMorningsMornings1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warmth spread over Steve's back slowly, buoying him from the deep embrace of sleep. His mind stayed hazy for moments longer, filtering the feelings of breathing and sheets wrapped around his hips through foggy recollection.
Maybe minutes later, maybe hours, Steve blinked his eyes open, watching his fingers as he wiggled them experimentally in the sunlight. It must have been mid-morning already.
Turning his head, face briefly pressed into his pillow, Steve smiled, watching as Thor breathed. The weight of his arm across Steve's back was even warmer than the sun, even more comfort than the light.
He loved these mornings. Loved the calm on Thor's face, loved the weight and heat of the body cradling his, loved the sound of Thor's breathing in the quiet air.
He sighed in content, wiggling onto his side to snuggle closer.
"Mmmm, good morning, Captain."
Chuckling, Steve pecked him on the cheek, "Morning. Were you planning to call me Steve any time soon? I think we're a little past tit
PreparedPreparedPrepared1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you ready yet?"
"You've got 5 minutes left."
"So you told me about 7 minutes ago, sunshine."
"Right, just checking."
"Of course, love."
"Uh, two minutes left..."
He stepped out of his room, shaking his head in amusement. Steve was always freaked about possibly being late. It was hilarious.
"Oh, good, you're ready to leave then?"
"Of course, gorgeous. We couldn't be late to our own after party, now could we?"
Steve smiled, relief fluttering across the solid anxiety.
Tony took his hand, grinning from ear to ear, "I think we should take the limo, handsome. You're much too distracting in that suit for me to drive. We'll keep the divider up..."
Blushing and fumbling fairly badly with his words to try and convince Tony that not having sex after their after party so they could have it before was some sort of sacrilege to the idea of marriage, Steve was gently but firmly shoved into the backseat, buckled in by Tony's weight on his chest.
To Arrive and to ReturnTo Arrive and to ReturnTo Arrive and to Return2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They had finally sailed, finally left Middle Earth behind. Elrond and Legolas, Mithrandir and even Galadriel had already gone before them. Erestor, beside Celeborn, chuckled slightly as Elladan and Elrohir ran to the helm of the ship for the hundredth time, looking to the west for any sign of Valinor even though Glorfindel had said it would be another few days.
Though, now looking at Glorfindel as well, he seemed livelier than before. And he shone. Shone like the silmaril Erestor had only seen on Earendil as he crossed the night skies in Vingilot.
Then again, Erestor had to remind himself that Glorfindel was going home. And it was quite obvious that the blonde saw it that way too as he called to Osse of his coming. He bounded about the ship with ease, tying ropes, fixing sails; anything to keep himself from quite possibly exploding with excitement.
Upon the fourth day going through The Strait Way Glorfindel cried, "There! Can your far eyes see the tower? It is o
TransformationTransformationTransformation1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're not broken, you're just different."
Tony stared at him, sneering, "Yeah. Right. That's a laugh. I've got a fucking glowing electromagnet in my chest and you're telling me that's not messed up? The fact that I've got shrapnel in my chest that's literally being pulled into my heart doesn't mean I'm screwed up? Right."
Steve flinched, "I've got a serum that-"
"Yours is a fucking improvement, Steve!"
The blonde watched, biting back the angry remarks, "Tony, I don't think it diminishes you in any way."
"Well you'd be the first!"
"I can't see why you're upset."
Tony whirled around, staggering slightly as he stopped abruptly. Bruce leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
"Tony, everyone on this team has something 'wrong' with them, whether it's physical or not. If you want to talk about it, good, but if you plan on having a pity match, you're not going to win."
Sighing, Tony sat back in his chair, his head resting in his hands, "How do you deal with
SummerSummerSummer1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeveeeeee, it's too hoooooot."
"Tony, uh, I have a suggestion."
"Whaaaaaaaat iiiisssss iiiittt, Steeeeeeeeeeeeeve...."
"It might help if you weren't laying on top of me."
"It's still hoooooooooooooooooot....."
"Oh dear God...."
Hells AmantTitle: Hells amantHells Amant2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: Klaine, Kurt X Blaine
Warnings: boy kissing/cuddling
Summary: Kurt should not speak French
Kurt Hummel sat on the edge of his plumped bed, a textbook on his lap as he read aloud, his tongue curving around the syllables.
Blaine Anderson gazed lovingly from the doorway of the room to his beautiful boyfriend. He then carefully crawled along the bed and sat behind Kurt, so his boyfriend was sat between his legs as they dangled off the bed. Blaine then wrapped his arms around Kurt's tiny waist, and cuddled against his back, his warm cheek pressed tightly against Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt carried on reading, the French language licked at Blaine's ears. Blaine then reached up and pressed soft kisses against Kurt's neck until his lover bent his head forward to allow Blaine's tongue better access to the soft warm skin.