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.-6 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
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,
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 offStatement2 years 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
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 Song1 year 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
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.
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
i collect certaintiesloneliness will be my first death.i collect certainties4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
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.
Talia JoyToday, way up in HeavenTalia Joy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A little angel got her wings.
Leaving behind her family
And all her earthly things.
Everyone was crying
As soon as they heard the news.
She had a fight with cancer.
But no, she didn't lose.
She remained so strong and brave.
So confident, without a doubt.
She was such a beautiful girl
On the inside and the out.
But she was more than her beauty,
She had so much to say.
She never let anything bother her,
No matter what life threw her way.
She had so many dreams,
And such little time to fulfill.
She so strongly believed in hope,
Faith, peace, and good will.
She touched every heart she met,
With her laugh and with her smile.
We all adored her humor
And her funny, silly style.
But Talia was a shooting star.
Come and gone so soon,
But such a beautiful sight
As she soared across the moon.
Her motto was to "Just Keep Swimming."
Because she was as persistent as can be.
But she traded her fins for wings,
And she is now flying free.
Always... Book 1 Chapter 8Always... Book 1 Chapter 84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The poultice worked like a dream. His leg felt much better the next morning, even if it wasn't completely healed, it still bled, and he had to replace the bandages every few hours, but at least he could stop limping.
The school was abuzz with excitement. The first Quidditch match of the season was taking place at eleven o'clock: Slytherin versus Gyffindor. Snape took his place in the staff box, between McGonagall and Sinistra.
No sooner had he sat down, than the two teams walked out on to the field, and the captains joined Madame Hooch at the center. She said something to them, and they all mounted their brooms. A moment later, she gave a loud blast on her whistle, and all fifteen brooms rose up into the air.
"And the Quaffle is take immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor what an excellent Chase that girl is, and rather attractive, too" Lee Jordan, a Gryffindor third year, sat in the row in front of Snape, commentating the match.
"JORDAN!" McGonagall shouted at him.
SoMa Fanfic - Your Memory - Ch 5SoMa Fanfic - Your Memory - Ch 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
After a long while, the two sitting together eventually warmed up and the rain began to lighten to a soft drizzle. Clouds began to clear, but day was turning to dusk and nighttime loomed in. The air gave off crisp whispers of nocturnal air that sent shivers through the pair sitting so close.
"The rain seems to have died down a bit," Soul mumbled, looking up from dozing off slightly. Maka hummed softly. "Should we head back?"
"Back to where?" she asked somewhat thoughtfully.
"Well it's gotten so dark and late, the DWMA is kinda far Wanna head to the apartment?"
"Yeah, come on, I'll show you," he said as he got up and offered her his hand. She took it and he lead her a bit hurriedly about five blocks until they reached a relatively tall building. "In here," he said, finally letting her hand go as he opened the door for her.
They took a few flights of stairs until they reached their room. Soul took out his key and unlocked
SH - The Russian Ballerina 4Sherlock Holmes was rapidly coming to realise something. It is difficult and uncomfortable to ride pillion on a dirt-bike, even at the best of times.SH - The Russian Ballerina 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Especially when it is being controlled by a teenager whose general scatter-brained air and drug habits were common-knowledge to all who knew him.
And, as said teenager was traversing London's darkened, rain-slicked streets with a reckless disregard for the state of his bike or his passenger's spine, in a desperate attempt to prevent the death of Sherlock's niece, this could hardly be considered as the best of times . . .
The brakes howled as Banjo's dirt bike skidded to a halt at a curb, the battered Ford Fiesta following them screeching to a stop and missing them by all of six inches.
As the occupants of the Fiesta scrambled out, Sherlock tore the helmet from his head and gasped as the cool air hit him.
"She must be clos-" He began but he froze as a sound sliced through the air.
A gunshot like a distant crack of thunder.
Then a desperate
Don't Hate Me- Chptr 2October was fast approaching, putting up jack'o'lanturns and decorations in its wake. Dirk was sitting on the front porch of the apartment complex he stayed in with the three other blonde kids, one foot tapping the cracked concrete while his other supported an elbow and, in turn, chin. He stubbed out a cigarette, releasing the last of the smoke with a long, heavy sigh.Don't Hate Me- Chptr 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rose hated the fact that he smoked, not allowing him to do so in the apartment, even though the majority of the inhabitants could not care less. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, aviators momentarily askew. He replaced them promptly as the door hinges behind him squawked in protest to being opened. The worn soles of shoes slapped down the stairs, followed by the thud of someone falling into a sitting position beside him.
Dirk shot a sideways glance, eyes visible past the edge of his sunglasses, thanks to the angle. Rose met them directly with her icy violet gaze before looking out at the dirty street. Their little end
Protecting You AlwaysHe knew this year was going to well, to smoothly; something always had to go wrong on Easter it seemed like.Protecting You Always2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bunnymund looked down at the frantic walking egg as it hopped desperately for attention. "Whoa, whoa, calm down and just show me what's wrong."
The egg took off quickly, Bunny following behind easily. He was lead rather far from the small village to a clearing hidden well from the surrounding world. Continuing forward, the egg ran into a small alcove to a small form that was curled into a tight ball. Not to startle the form, Bunnymund started forward slowly as the egg bumped against the form, trying to call attention.
The ball unfurled, showing a small boy with brown hair and dark brown eyes, which were red and puffy, cheeks wet with tears. Seeing the egg, the boy picked it up gently, smiling weakly. "Y-You came back…."
Bowing in agreement, the egg turned and jumped down from the boy's hands, running back to where Bunnymund stood. The boy gasped in surprise and inched fur
BBC Sherlock - CakeJohn stood in the kitchen doorway and stared.BBC Sherlock - Cake4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was baking. The tall, slim figure had his back to John, a bowl cradled in his arm with all the ease of a master patisserie chef.
"You're staring John." Sherlock said, not turning round.
"And you're baking."
"And we have both just established that we have a firm grasp of the obvious." Sherlock said, amused, as he carefully sifted flour into the bowl and proceeded to mix it thoroughly.
"Are Tristan, Isolde and Persephone coming round then?" John asked, remembering the only other time he had seen Sherlock baking, that time for his little nieces and nephews in an attempt to spite Mycroft by violating the sugar embargo he had placed upon his offspring.
"No." Sherlock said, spooning the mixture into two cake tins.
"Can I not do something simply because I enjoy it?"
"Yes but you're not just doing it for giggles, are you?"
Sherlock smiled at John's accurate deduction. "No. Not this time no. But the point still stands. I