The Vestige: Chapter 1Chapter One: Broken GenesisThe Vestige: Chapter 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
We’d always wondered if we were alone. When the answer came, it didn’t come from the stars. It came from the ocean – from the depths of the Vestige.
Some said the fal’Cie were gods from the Old Days come to punish us for our sins.
Maybe they’re right.
The first fal’Cie made landfall at Nautilus. It levelled the city.
But we learned something.
It might have taken us five days, tens of thousands dead, and a city in ruins, but we learned something.
We learned that these gods could bleed. And they could be killed.
To fight the fal’Cie we made gods of our own, gods of steel powered by nuclear fire. If the fal’Cie truly were the gods of the Old Days, then we should show them what humanity could do.
The Eidolon program united the nations around the Vestige into a single force with a single purpose.
The word Eidolon… it can mean a lot of things. It can mean an apparition or ghost. But it can also mean an
ActionActionAction1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Lightning levelled her pistol at the tall woman beside the helipad. How had everything gone so wrong? “Step away from the helicopter, Fang.”
A low chuckle came from the other woman. It sent a shiver down Lightning’s spine. Then Fang turned. Her lips curled up into a faint smirk, and the corners of her eyes crinkled. “I’m glad you made it. But you sure took your time. I’d have thought the Guardian Corps’ finest officer could have gotten here a little faster.”
Lightning’s finger tightened ever so slightly on the trigger. She stepped forward, closing the gap until they were only thirty feet apart. Even now, after everything, that smirk could still get to her. Her chest tightened, and it was suddenly hard to breathe. She’d tried so hard not think about what that smirk really meant. It looked so genuine, so real, but had anything about Fang been real?
Well, there was one thing about Fang that Lightning was sure of
The Vestige: Chapter 2 (Part 2)Chapter Two: Compatibility Issues (Part II)The Vestige: Chapter 2 (Part 2)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fang had seen her fair share of training centres before – every Ark had them – but she’d never seen one quite this nice before. The training centre had room for a dozen sparring areas along with exercise equipment and everything else members of the Ark needed to stay fit. There were also side rooms attached to the training centre, each of them suited for a different purpose. It was to one of these side rooms – a conference room – that Serah led her. Vanille tagged along too, but Fang had the feeling that was more out of a desire to avoid Dr Katzroy and his totally unreasonable demands that she get regular sleep than any feeling of sisterly duty.
Inside, two dozen cadets stared at a large data display. The contents of the display were quite familiar to her – it showed the start of her battle with a fal’Cie codenamed “Gorgonopsid.” But the display didn’t hold her attention for l
Mi MariposaMi Mariposa3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a Male!ReaderxSpain fanfic. Since I couldn't find any I took it upon myself to write one up.
Enjoy ; u ;
You walked through the school hall, trying to get past all the other students that were cramping everything up to get to your locker. You knew the bell would ring soon, signaling that your next class was starting and that you needed that classes book/books to actually get through it.
Ever since your first day of high school you were branded a nerd and you were bullied for it. Even through the months you had made some friends the bulling never ceased up.
You looked through your locker for your books on (Subject). Finding the one's you needed you closed your locker only to be met with deep blue eyes that belonged to a certain Frenchman. "Hello there [Name]." You sighed inwardly, knowing full well that he enjoyed to toy with your emotions while his other two friends taunted you rep
Crimson Moon: Chapter 1Crimson MoonCrimson Moon: Chapter 110 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moon rose over the village, bright and full and silver. The smell of blood lingered in the air, mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers. A familiar hunger stirred in Lightning’s gut, and her eyes narrowed into slits. She could sate her thirst later. This village – and its villagers – belonged to her, and no one was allowed to harm her property without punishment.
For centuries, she had ruled over these lands. She kept her people safe from all the monsters that waited in the shadows and all the human enemies that came from over the mountains. In exchange, they owed her everything: their lives, their loyalty, and their blood.
So when werewolves had the audacity to lay a hand on her villagers, she could not allow them to leave with their lives. She had already ordered some of her soldiers and fledglings to surround the village, but she wanted the pleasure of the kill herself. There was a certain satisfaction to be had in dispatching her enemi
Wasteland: Chapter 16 (Part II)Chapter 16 (Part II)Wasteland: Chapter 16 (Part II)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Vanille climbed out of the car as Lightning’s frown deepened. The smoke signals had continued unabated throughout the morning. But there was more.
“I know those smoke signals.” Lightning’s eyes were hard, ugly chips of sapphire. “They teach them in the Guardian Corps.”
Vanille looked over her weapons. Good. Everything was ready. “What are they saying?”
“Help. Trapped. Help.” Lightning pulled the boot open and grabbed a backpack full of ammunition. “There’s someone there, Vanille, and they know Guardian Corps code.” Her hands shook until she wrapped them around the straps of the backpack. “But don’t think they’re good because of that. In Nautilus… in Nautilus, a lot of Guardian Corps went bad. And look at me.”
“We’ll worry about that when we get there.” Vanille put one hand on Lightning’s wrist. She could feel the other woman t
The Bouncing Princess"Come on, Daddy! Tell me a stoooory." Little Kaylee bounced on the bed while she said this, clearly not ready to sleep yet.The Bouncing Princess3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope, sorry. I only tell bedtime stories to little girls who are already tucked up in bed." Kaylee's dad leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, clearly not in any hurry.
"But I can't sleep without a stooooory!"
"You also can't sleep while bouncing." The corners of his mouth jerked up as he tried to hold back the smile.
"But...but...but!" Kaylee stared all around the room, looking for inspiration for her argument. She spotted her favourite book on the nightstand and grinned. "But I can't stop bouncing until you tell me my favouritest stoooory!"
"Oh, you can't? And why's that?"
"'Cause the mean old nasty witch put a spell on me!" Kaylee giggled and bounced higher.
Her dad groaned. "Oh alright then, what's your favouritest story?"
"The Princess and the Peeeeeeaa!"
"Okay then. Once upon a time there was this princess, and she needed a pee before bedtime
Story And Chapter PlanningStory and Chapter PlanningStory And Chapter Planning2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
What is the best way to go about planning a chapter or story? The answer is: there isn’t one. Ask twenty different writers and the odds are that you’ll get twenty different answers – and every single one of those writers will swear by their method. What I want to do in this post is outline some of the methods that I’ve used and a few others that I’ve come across. I can’t say that these are going to work for everybody, but they have worked for me.
Alpha and Omega
For the most part, stories are journeys. These journeys can take several forms. For instance, a journey can be physical (e.g., getting from one place to another), it can be mental (e.g., changing from a cruel person into a kind one), or it can be objective based (e.g., learning how to do something). However, the key point is that a character usually starts in one place and ends up somewhere else.
When I’m writing a story, the first two things I a
Alone AloneAlone3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Alone that is a word that perfectly describes me in every aspect of my life. I wake up alone and I go to bed alone. I have no friends that can truly feel what I feel so I stray away from people.
Family members have learned that I am not a talker and touching is a one way ticket to bloody pain. Maybe that is why I am here, wondering what is wrong with me, alone. There are no sounds except me typing and a fan working to keep me cool.
Let me tell you all, my tale on what is wrong with me. From the minute I was born everyone knew I was different for loss of a better word. I did not cry, whine, beg, or anything that a normal child does.
I did cry, don't get me wrong, but I was a silent child. I would sit and watch; my p
Perfect Stranger Chapter5:Muted Grief,Silent Guilt21st Day of March. Monday. 4:30 PMPerfect Stranger Chapter5:Muted Grief,Silent Guilt2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A piercing roar of screaming blares so loud it's almost deafening. Flames broil upon the bodies that stumble out, and fall. Crawling away, slinking forward. Lightning is stiff, her eyes frozen on everything before her. She feels the ash seeping into her like powered oil sticking to the each and every pore of her skin, ash that was once a building, once a society. Ash that were once people. The screaming stops with an sudden arupt dead silence. Then another scream, a single one, this one escalating from high in pitch to octaves lower. As if it were a girls growing into a young woman's. Lightning's eyes shoot down as a girl's body curls up directly in front of her. The side-ponytail on her head slowly shriveling away in flames. The burning girl slowly turns on her back, the roar of screams seeping back into full volume as she meets Lightning's eyes.
It was Serah.
Lightning gasps as her body jerks awake. Sitting up as she looks around the small si
Of Gods And Demons: Chapter 5Pieces On The BoardOf Gods And Demons: Chapter 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fang arrived in Hell with a plan. It was hastily thrown together, but it did have at least one redeeming feature – it ended with Ultimecia and Seifer torn limb from limb. The only question now was whether she could pull it off.
“Vanille, go to your lab. If anyone questions you, say that you need to analyse the data from our mission.”
The red head winced. “Fang, what are you going to do?”
“The High Mother will want to know what happened. It will be safer for both of us if you aren’t there.”
The ruler of Hell did not think highly of failure, and although their mission wasn’t a complete failure, it could hardly be called a glowing success. Then there was Ultimecia. Fang couldn’t sense her presence in Hell, but the other demon was very good at hiding herself. She also had quite a few followers. The safest place for Vanille was in her lab with all of her creations and equipment. Even a demon of Fang
Hugs and KissesHugs and KissesHugs and Kisses2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Diana and Kisses
Lightning winced as Diana tripped over and tumbled to the ground. She’d warned her daughter over and over again about the dangers of running around with her shoelaces untied, but as usual Diana had been determined to prove her wrong. Using the warped logic common to young children, Diana was certain that she – out of all people in the universe – was utterly immune to the dangers posed by untied shoelaces. Never mind all of the other times that she’d tripped over them in the past. Honestly, Lightning would have been better off telling Diana to leave them untied – her daughter might have tied them just to be obnoxious.
However, none of that matter when Diana looked up at her with watery eyes.
“My knee, mom!” Diana wailed as she clutched at her leg. “I think I broke my knee!”
“Really?” Lightning walked over to Diana and knelt down to examine her daughter’s ‘broken’ k
Quarter Quell: AftermathMy first Games were a long time ago. I still remember the nerves before my name was called, but this is inordinately worse. This time, I have a one-in-two chance of getting picked, and I'm sixty-four years old. I'm older than most in my District, but the other female Victor is also old, sixty-one. I still remember how surprised I was when she got picked a couple years after me, and I was more surprised when she won. The Seeder I knew when I was fourteen was an annoying, tattling goody-two shoes, but she was a goody-two shoes who knew how to survive. Now, we've had to get along for almost fifty years from living in Victors Village. I remember every minute of that time; I have a long memory.Quarter Quell: Aftermath3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The interview after being crowned Victor was, at best, emotional, and at worst pushing me towards tears. I finally opened Alek's pocket watch.
"Dear Alek," I read out to the audience. "I believe in you! Now and forever, Yara." Inside the watch is a face that tells the time and the date that he was al
Correction, My Biotch! ReaderXAmerica One-ShotCorrection, My Biotch! ReaderXAmerica One-Shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What a smartass..." You thought as your American boyfriend sat on the couch, eating hamburgers, and playing video games. There were video game cases, bowls that used to be filled with ice cream, and hamburger wrappers everywhere. Not to mention many more junkfood wrappers. You sighed. Ever since America was reminded of his "I'LL DO WHAT I WANT BIOTCH!" scene/line/phrase is his show, Hetalia...well, he did exactly that.
You were sick of it. He hasn't told you that phrase/line yet but if he ever did...oh boy was he in for it. God knows exactly what you would do to Alfred if he even dared to call you a biotch or even tell you that he does whatever he wants. Hell no. He WILL listen to you.
You decided to sit next to him as he played his video game, Final Fantasy. It was rare for him to play this game. He usually played his war games like Call of Duty or Medal of Honor. And you hated both of them. It kept him WAY to occupied. Well, at least he didn't play any of the games like Japan played
Spelling CountsThe line read:Spelling Counts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Fallow your heart",
I wondered what more there was to say.
Fallow your heart, leave it
empty and waiting for a season
so love can grow, nourished,
in a replenished, whole ground.
Fallow your heart so it does not become
Worn and barren with overuse.
The line read "fallow your heart",
but the poem, overworked,
meant only "follow".
Please remember that spelling counts.
Perfect Stranger Chapter 7bChaotic Perspectives Part IIPerfect Stranger Chapter 7b2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
22nd Day of March. Tuesday. 1:20 PM
"Stop the car."
"Stop the fucking car!!"
Noel slowed the car down, but didn't manage a complete stop before the strawberry blonde shoved the door open and jumped out. She landed with a slight stumble, having to maneuver her weight because the vehicle was still moving. But after a few steps into her pace she managed to continue on a straight line.
"Woah-Wait. Serah! What are you doing?!" Noel growls as he jumps outs of the SUV after the abrupt stop so he could catch up to the young woman. "We need to-" He stops short leaning back when she suddenly spins around, nearly hitting into her. Their noses damn near touching as she starts stomping forward, forcing him back more...and more. Almost tripping as they start back up toward the SUV.
"I watched her die! I watched her get crushed beneath a burning roof! If she survived that. Then it was probably the smoke that killed her! And I couldn't do a damn thing
An Afternoon AloneThe day she was to meet me, I sat alone and waited. I waited longer then was necessary for me to know she wouldn't come. It was our place and I didn't want to be anywhere else anyway. I'm sure she had a good excuse. I just contented myself among the happy glowing faces that surrounded me and started to notice every little detail. The puffy clouds slowly traveled along in the blue sky and I imagined a race going on between that fat one and its more slender counterpart. The daisies bobbed their heads in the breeze above me as I laid on my back in the green. Would she ever come? Their little yellow faces surrounded by white seemed to nod in agreement. Their friendly voices whispered in the breeze and I thought for a moment that I understood why she's always liked them so much. I watched as the puffy fat cotton withered slowly away next to his slender partner and they didn't seem tAn Afternoon Alone5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
in my bloodstreami am a sinnerin my bloodstream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i must be. the way you look at me
and the way that i can't help but stare back
and drink you in like dark roman wine
i am an addict
and it is terrible the way my fingers shake
when i am without you for prolonged periods of time
why is there not a rehab for the world's deadliest drug?
because there isn't a cure
i am a prisoner on this ship
and there was never a fair trial,
no chance of escape
because once you're in, you're in for life
but i'll wear my chains proud, like promise rings and diamond bracelets
until i am thrown overboard
there's this place in my heart that is full of good intentions
it's just sort of buried under the constant turmoil you have placed inside
and it's hard to hear what's right and wrong, moral or fair
when there is that constant screaming
my heart, as it begs, to be close to you
there's this place in my heart that is full of good intentions
i just can't seem to find it anymore
Ninjago 2Ninjago 2. Intro. By wolfgirl0123 (That's me!)Ninjago 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the years, the ninja, and the serpentine passed away. Further more, new good and evil has rised. There was Timmy, who was Kai's son. There was Johnny, Zane's son. There was Spencer, Jay's son. And there was Bradley, who was Cole's son. The other two ninja are girls. There was Amy, Lloyd's daughter, and Naajella, Jay's daughter (Jay married Nya).
Amy was the ninja of water with a baby blue suit and claimed the spear of waves. Naajella was the ninja of shadows with a dark purple suit and claimed the mace of darkness.
The other ninja had the weapons their father had. Like the sword of flames, the nunchuks of lightning, the scythe of quakes, and the surkians of ice.
The serpentine were still divided into five tribes. There was the Camari, whom can change color and whom the ancestors were the Anacondrai. There were the Poysonari, who are known by the
Perfect Stranger Chapter 8MisdirectionPerfect Stranger Chapter 81 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
22nd Day of March. Tuesday. 12:35 PM
A mud splattered red and green quad sped up into a driveway, It's driver chuckling away as the equally mud covered motorcycle rumbled along into park next to her. It would be safe to assume their race practically turned into a mud battle. The driver switches her quad off, expression smug beneath the helmet when the biker stares directly at her, obviously disgruntled. As soon as her fellow Oerban switched her bike off, she stands on her quad.
"Mark this day! When I!" Natural red curls fall out of the helmet in a pony tail when she pulls it off and points it at the other woman. "Vanille! Has actually managed to out do the great Huntress of Oerba!!"
The other woman snorts before pulling her own black helmet off. "You won because I fell off is all." She grumbles and rests her helmet on her lap, goggles in hand.
"I won because you took that turn to fast."
"Yeah." Fang snuffs her nose when she looks away as she props her
Just DanceHere's to a moment of nostalgia. I'm skimming through pages of ballet terminology and admiring the pictures associated with the movements. I find myself drawn to the faces of each ballerina. Some seem to be in no pain, as though the movement they are captured creating is second nature. Others don't hide the pain quite so well, and my heart reaches out to them. I long to tell them that it's okay not to be prefect, and that all that matters is the beauty of the art they create and the story they portray. But they know better. I know better.Just Dance5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My brain is suddenly racked with invading memories I've kept stashed away and hidden for so long. As painful as they are, I succumb to the invasion. I've returned to that day in the hospital. I still vividly remember my conversation with a ballerina from the San Francisco Ballet. She spoke of her once-successful ballet career, and as I listened with much intensity I could not grasp why she didn't miss it. She didn't miss dance. She stated without hesi