frollo esmeralda fanfic. Placed in the year 1482frollo esmeralda fanfic.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aimer Votre Ennemi (Love Your Enemy)
"Choose me or the fire," said a deep registered voice from a gaunt, tall man with sharp facial features that almost resembled knives.
The man was holding a torch in front of a gypsy girl about the age of 16 by the name of Esmeralda. She was tied to a stake in front of a huge audience to see her execution, where she wore a white dress made of bad quality cotton. The man was a court official, a judge, and he was well associated with the Notre Dame Cathedral which made him a very religious man. He was the most powerful man in Paris and everybody knew it. He wore a long back judge robe with some red and purple that was made from the finest cloth, he also wore a hat that was of triangular shape and also had the same colors. His name was Claude Frollo and he was 36, but he had silver hair and his facial features made him look like he was in his 50's.
"You," the girl s
Just Be Friends -English Ver.-Just Be Friends -English Ver.-5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just be Friends English Adaption
Just be friends All we gotta do
Just be friends It's time to say goodbye
Just be friends All we gotta do
Just be friends Just be friends...
Late yesterday it came to mind, just a simple matter
Like trying to pick up glass that already broke and shatter
Something red is dripping down from a small cut in my hand
Is this really what we had both wanted in the end?
Even though I knew the answer deep down in my heart
The choice that was better had to be the one thats most hard
My selfish side refuses and repeats contradictions
When will I be able to tell you my emotions?
In the world that Im in I see it slowly decay
Im struggling but it is the only way
Carving your fading smiles into my memory
I pulled out the plug
And I scream with my hoarse voice
Rebounding, resounding; it echoes only in vain
There is nothing left of me now I am unchained
I have never felt emptier than right now
The accidents that had kept us together
Are breaking d
No Turning Back "You're sure you know what you're doing, young lady?"No Turning Back3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And you're certain you want to go through with this?"
I take a deep breath. "Yes."
A sly grin. "Right this way."
The tall, wiry man steps out from behind his desk and motions me to the back of his dark, musty antique shop. I'm only slightly hesitant in following, wondering suddenly if this isn't the kind of situation in which a girl might be taken advantage of. But amongst the shop's many ancient items, I catch a glimpse of a thin-bladed samurai sword to my right, and reassure myself that, were Mr. Beanpole here to try anything funny, I could simply lunge for the sword and wield it for all its worth. I nod, pleased with if not proud of my plan of attack.
The shop keeper ducks to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling fan as we move farther and farther back. He looks back to make sure I do the same. I don't; I'm only five foot three.
"Come along, come along, you haven't much time!"
TMNT Ch 1The wind blew for the first time in a couple of days. It just made an eerie sound every time I blew my way. It wasn't so bad, ever since school started, I've been having a bad feeling about what would happen later on. My friends have told me to ignore it, but it got a little fuzzy as my home came into view. My eyes had then glued themselves to these unfamiliar trucks parked in front of my house. 'This doesn't seem right' Creeping up the steps, every inch made my hear race. The front door had been left opened, but it looked like it was forced with it's broken hinges. Now my question was, who was in my house? I slid in the broken door frame, being as quiet as I could, to reach my dad's home security system. The smell of something salty had reached it's way into my nostrils, it was nauseating to say the least. The second I took another step, my foot was drenched in this goopy liquid, it looked black. At a different angle, it looked blood red. 'Oh .oh my god .this iTMNT Ch 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Coffee and SmokeThere she sits. A cigarette between her fingers with smoke lethargically floating up and disappearing. Occasionally she will take a drag and slowly let the smoke escape from her mouth. Her mouth framed with pale red lips, thin, yet curved. She leans back in her chair, legs crossed, head leaned back. Her eyes flutter closed then back open again. A kind of olive colour, but with some reminisce of the sky she is staring up at. Her pale, angular face shows no sign of tension. Black as the dead of night with faint hints of red lights, her hair short, choppy, styled in a messy sort of way in stark contrast to the smoothness and lightness of her skin. Her collar bone protruding framed by her white button up shirt and loose black tie. Her long, thin arms covered by the fabric of her white shirt, one relaxed on the table she is sitting beside, the other making periodic trips up to smoke. Her chest was flat, and her waist was lean. Her black pants hung loosely, but emphasized her plaiCoffee and Smoke3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today I DiedToday I died and I never got to tell my parents how much I love them, how glad I am that I was theirs.Today I Died3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I died and I never got to tell my best friend I am sorry for everything I've put him through.
Today I died and I never got to tell my boyfriend that I want us to be the cute old couple walking down the street holding hands.
Today I died and I never got to tell my future children how much I love them.
Today I died and I never got to say goodbye.
If I had survived for ten minutes longer it may have been the most painful ten minutes of my life, but I beg to have them. The pain is nothing in comparison to the agony of not saying everything I should've said.
Mom, I love going to bingo with you during the week. You have the biggest heart, a generous soul, and a loving nature. Life hasn't been easy for you, and I know I sometimes I ignore that. I'm so sorry Mom. You've given me such a warm and caring upbringing that it's hard for me to remember that you had to do without when you were
StatementLet’s start offStatement1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a taste of truth
That I refuse to sell
But I’ll share with you
For the price of
That hearing crap
Won’t do here
Buys that at full price
I’m going to marry a poet,
One with a quiet voice,
The flavor of happiness
In his every breath.
I’d like to get drunk off
Of kisses like that.
But ideal love
Doesn’t exist without reason
Much like a cricket
Can’t help but to make a sound
Since it loves its silence alive,
Rather than dead.
Of jumping onto scales
And seeing how much I weigh
For the things I possess
Instead of solely
Measuring my heart.
Is it so bad
To crave the title
Inhale, ExhaleI bathe in yourInhale, Exhale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the night greets
the dwindling day.
Cricket sings his
and I murmur you
a lullaby of my
and what tomorrow
The sun touches,
then dips below
of the mountains.
Your fingers trace
(And I am yours.
And you are mine.)
Luna's Excellent Adventure"Biomass to biomass! Hoof to hoof! Magics of the ancients, show me the path, I command you!"Luna's Excellent Adventure4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luna raised her hooves high and cackled loudly as lightning flashed above her, a spectral wind blowing up as if from nowhere and snatching away the loose pages of parchment that she had carefully laid out in front of her. It didn't matter; she knew the spell off by heart. It was nearly complete.
"Soon!" she cried. "Soon it will be my time, I will eep!"
She stopped, wide-eyed as the door to her room flew open and in stormed Princess Celestia, looking quite annoyed.
"My dear sister!" Celestia snapped, looking around the messy room disapprovingly as Luna tried and failed to cover up the chalk markings she had scrawled on the floor. "The entire palace can hear you cackling like a madmare. And what have I told you about using lightning indoors; it's a nightmare to get the stains off the ceiling.
Luna pouted back at her sibling. "You're my sister, not my mother!" she snapped back finally. "It'
Anna and her Swan SongAll birds die and Anna is not the exception to the rule.Anna and her Swan Song11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The exception is out there somewhere though, Anna is sure of it. Perhaps it is living on a secluded strip of land, knock-kneed and feathered in grey and white; perhaps it is in the middle of a bustling city, bright-eyed and clad in shades of summer blue. Anna does not know the details but she believes, and that is enough.
Today, Anna's life will serve its purpose: today is the day Anna will die. It is a week early and a little unsure of itself, but it's here and there is no sending it back now. There is only one thing to do: choose.
Anna looks at the world with thunder-storm eyes for the second to last time; she smiles. It has been a life, if not a happy one, and she thinks that people can't ask for more.
This small thought is all that Anna has time for: she must choose.
Oddly, Anna only has two options.
The first is an old scarf that may or may not have held a bright, floral print sometime in
Crying is LikeCrying is like admitting you knowCrying is Like6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You cant hold things in any longer
An explosion of emotions
All leaving your heart at once
It helps ease the mind and put
The heart at rest for a bit
Soothing the aches and pains
Calming the storms raging within
Other times you start crying
And you just dont know why
Gems sliding down your cheeks
Leaving tracks in their wake
You dont know why it happens
But its just a reaction you have
To all the moments that cut you
Deeper than anyone will ever know
Tears fall and shatter on empty streets
Like lonely raindrops
Forming puddles in the middle of nowhere
Finding holes in your heart to fill
The salt burns the wounds
Cleaning them out to be healed properly
Just for one more try at recovery
To heal and never have to fall all the way
Darkness folding over you
Pains like a knife leaving you open
Wounds like gaping holes you only
Pray will be filled soon
Gay Means "Happy"Gay Means "Happy"3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People talk down to you.
Always hating what's true.
People talk down to me
They pummel desire to be free.
Well... Lemme tell you something.
And I think you'll find it's quite true.
But "gay" means "happy"
Which is what everyone should be too.
They call you "fat."
They call you "ugly."
They don't know
That you're amazing, honey.
They call you "stupid."
They call you "dumb."
They're missing the big picture
Because they love to snub.
People are mean
Without a doubt.
But that shouldn't mean
That you're to be counted out.
So don't give up
No matter what life throws.
Just roll with the punches
And you'll be better than anyone knows.
And if you didn't catch it
The first time around,
I'm gonna fill you in
Because you don't deserve to be lost.
I'm saying something
Everyone knows is true
But "gay" means "happy"
And you should be too.
Without our differences,
We're nothing to be proud of.
Without our diversity,
We're nothing that new.
Without our changes,
We're stuck in a r
A letter to Gender.Dear gender;A letter to Gender.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
For the norms you create, the wars you start, the people you torture and the rules you make,
I strongly dislike you. You and your social normality.
And I decided that I don't want you anymore. Yes, physically it has its perks, but I can't stand the judgment any longer.
I've been male. I've been female. I've been gay. I've been straight.
There is no superior sex. It's a mind game, for God to taste the bitter-sweet irony of our existences.
I don't want the pieces I was born with, yet I don't want the ones I don't have, either. I would love to be sex-less. No markings, no gender.
But that isn't possible, is it?
I am not attracted to a single sex, yet I
behind blue eyeshello there chest-achebehind blue eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it ain't been that long, has it?
hello night terrors about love and togetherness and the softest sweetest calves
hello sexual desire
hello spiders beneath my Kleenex fingers
(and goodbye, too)
hello anxious, hello confusion,
hello blossoms of red in my underwear
it's not really been that long at all.
jane doe.i may be young,jane doe.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my soul feels
old and creased and monochrome.
i have those days
and weeks and months
where nothing seems to make a circle.
everything has corners;
everything has points;
i wish i could be a bird.
i go to the rooftop and
stare at the ground and
think "i will leap;
i will leap and fly,
and i will be a bird,
i will be a bird."
and then i remember
i'm terrified of heights.
so i cry.
i step away from the ledge
and i cry vigorously,
violently and ferociously.
eventually the tears dry up,
and there's nothing left to do.
one day i was telling you
all of my secrets.
and they were no longer
they were ours.
my emotions were spread out
like paint in a Pollock piece,
and i trusted you like Pollock
trusted his sticks.
and if the universe
ever chose to wear a jacket,
it'd be the white of stars,
and the blue of the night sky,
and the red of ichor,
because everyone bleeds.
Just MESometimes I wonderJust ME2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What it'd be like
To just be me
And not a dyke
Or a fag or a tranny
Or any of those
Just me, not "she"
But too bad, I suppose.
Teeth on BonesI don't believe in heaven,Teeth on Bones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I do believe in Hell.
Lips pressed tight against bone.
Not so innocent. I'm afraid.
Like smears on a windshield.
And Hell hurt like heaven,
Like heaven never knew how.
Teeth on bones,
Lips on teeth.
And there shall be.
In the last days.
Gnashing of teeth.
Teeth on bones.
Bones on teeth.
Who am I?Gender?Who am I?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is in a gender?
The sound of your voice?
The hair on your head?
The shape of your lips?
The presence or lack of parts?
The curve of your body?
Does it matter?
Who is who,
What gender is what,
Which person you are,
How do you fit in?
What is in a gender,
If you don't like it?
If you cant stand it?
If you cant fit in your own skin?
Why is it one or the other?
Cant you be both?
Who am I?
In Defense of Gaga: Stop the Matricidal AbuseIn Defense of Gaga: Stop the Matricidal AbuseIn Defense of Gaga: Stop the Matricidal Abuse3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Lady Gaga: She's probably one of the most polarizing pop culture figures of our day. To some, she's nothing more than a fame hound or a sign of the Christian apocalypse, to others, she's the reason they are still alive. I am on the latter half of that spectrum. Countless times she has came through my speakers, pulled me by my hair and out of the funk I was in. I am a proud Little Monster.
I really hate people who post rude comments about Lady Gaga. I know she's not everyone's cup of tea, but don't be rude! She is a person just like you with feelings. She may not see what you said about her, but you still look like an ass. People are biased against her. Why does Nicki Minaj get away with her own antics and Gaga doesn't? I haven't heard of Minaj charitable actions. Some even think you're stupid and/or have bad taste because you like Lady Gaga. We've been bullied by our peers enough, thank you very much. It's not just the homosexual
Damn Hogwarts Rules~~~ Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts ~~~Damn Hogwarts Rules6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Any resemblence between Dementors and Bin Laden is coincidental.
2. It is a bad idea to slip Professor Snape a powerful love potion.
3. Growing marijuana or cannabis plants is not an extra credit project for Herbology.
4. I should refrain from putting on Death Eater robes, a Death Eater mask and suchlike and go up to Professor Snape, and say, "Dude! Voldemort wants to kill you, he's found out!"
5. I am not allowed to lock Gryffindors and Slytherins in the Room of Requirement and see who comes out alive and who looks like theyve had a right shag.
6. Professor Flitwick's first name is NOT Dobby, no matter how short he is!
7. "OMFG!" is not a spell.
8. I will not refer to Professor McGonagall as 'My Goggly Goo-Goo!" or "McGonalds! McGonalds!"
9. I will not arrange an Aurors meeting in Malfoy Manor OR Nettos!
10. I will not begin Care of Magical Creatures class by singing, 'Can you dance the hippogriff' by the Hobgoblins in a bold voice,
Madeline"Madeline"Madeline3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Madeline screams out his name
But alas, her cries are not heard
Her cheeks are burning with tears
As they fall, like acid rain.
Madeline has her hair pinned back,
Wanting to be accepted.
Though deep down she knows,
That acceptance is what she lacks.
Madeline respects him more,
Then the one he happens to adore.
But adoration is mild,
Like ripples off of the shore.
Madeline hides under her hazel eyes,
For he knows about it all.
He can't help but notice,
That he is the only one that hears her cries.
Madeline looks out of window glass,
Wishing for a star to wish on.
Wishes inside of wishes count,
But she needs to wait for the right one to pass.
Madeline watches the stars dance,
She imagines herself in the sky,
Dancing as they are,
With a partner grasping her hand.
Madeline ends her daydream,
Her tears have dried since then.
She wakes up the next morning,
With him beside her, sun shining through curtain seams.