Love and War: PrologueThey were seven years old when they first met.Love and War: Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The boy was squatting in the dirt and watching a beetle as it flailed on the ground, stuck on its back. He prodded it gently, turning it over onto its feet as the girl came up behind him.
"Whatcha looking at?" she asked. The beetle flicked its wings indignantly, and sunlight flashed off the iridescent green. "Ooh, that's a pretty bug."
She reached down to scoop it up, but he grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch it!" Sensing the danger, the beetle began to crawl away.
"Hey!" the girl exclaimed. "Let go of me!" She yanked her arm free and shoved him backward.
Startled, he landed on his bottom and stared up at her. "That's not very nice," he informed her. "Girls shouldn't push."
"Oh yeah? Well, boys shouldn't grab. It's your own fault you were beat by a girl."
Now the boy was glowering. "I could beat you any day.
Lonely LullabyHe stood outside the door, mind numb. How could everything around him have crashed when he wasn't looking? He had always been so careful and protective. How could this have happened?Lonely Lullaby4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just on the other side of the door there laid a woman. A woman he had known far too long, and had gotten far too complicated with. To say that this last week was what was for the best was a lie. And what had he gotten out of it? Freedom? Pride? Power?
None of those things mattered at the moment.
And none of those things would matter in the future regarding her.
His voice was caught in his throat, bunched in a ball of emotion that he knew would surface sooner or later. It would be too painful to keep bound away forever, let alone for the next fifteen minutes of his life.
Even though her family had said that everything had been an accident, and that once it had happened there was no way the doctors could have saved her. The piece of metal going through her ch
Love is...Wooing her with your accent -UK X You-Love isLove is...Wooing her with your accent -UK X You-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wooing her with your accent
England sat in a chair, drinking his afternoon cup of tea. In a flash, __________ appeared, sitting criss-cross in front of him. "What do you need, love?" You squealed. "Your accent is so-o cute!"
England blushed. "Y-you think my accent is cute?" You nodded. "Talk more!" He smiled.
"If that's what you wish, poppet." _________ squealed again, and England's smile morphed into a smirk.
"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" With the accent and the hotness, your face turned a deep crimson hue, signaling that you might just have a fangirl overload. This just drove England on.
"You know love, maybe you and I could go out somet-"
"Hello, Artie!" America yelled, slapping him on the back. "Bloody hell! Alfred, you wanker!" England yelled. __________ giggled like a schoolgirl at his British insults.
The Stepmother's TaleI found a man in my garden bed,The Stepmother's Tale5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Picking herbs for his wife, he said,
For she was hungry and heavy with child.
"For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled.
So after the birth, I took her away
To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay.
I was her mother, she my one care--
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!"
But then a prince came and stole her young heart,
So I cut her long locks and let her depart.
I took her tresses for my own
And saw how beautiful I had grown.
Then I wondered: could I, too,
Find a prince so valiant and true?
I married a king, to my delight,
With one daughter named Snow White.
Though his age was quite obscene,
I was his happily cherished queen.
Until -- "Mirror, on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?"
Was my stepdaughter fairer than I?
Jealousy declared that she must die!
I followed her deep into the forest
To where dwarves mined; "Hi ho," they chorused.
Disguised, I fed her an apple so red
That after one bite she was thoroughly dead.
a billion dollar industryeight by eight and four seasonsa billion dollar industry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I take my atypicals like vitamins
stable, and my days squish
I'm looking for an edge
nights not shut down
but not sharp enough
to break me, not me
enough to cycle one
by four, blue rocket fuel
will push the limits
unveil you, unravel you
until you find undefined
normalcy natural stability
one by four, M-marked
will twist your fingers
tamp you down
temper you, tame the
wild thing, sleep it
silence it, slow your pen
peace patience penitence
open like a fruit, like
a cracked safe, spill
yourself on the table
you can pour your own now
your fingers are monitored
in a desperate walk for freedom
measure it out, if it
was a liquid you'd take
1.5 CCs of sanity
if it was a liquid it would be
terracotta and sage
white-marbled and malevolent
and if it was a shot
you'd knock it back just as hard
Last Friday NightSummary: AU!! Yanagi Fuyumi wakes up not remembering most of what happened the night before until she finds herself waking up next to Staz C. Vlad, the most notorious delinquent at school.Last Friday Night4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Wake up in the morning and-OMG.
"Owwww, my head " Yanagi cradled her head as she woke up. She tried her best to smooth away the dull ache but it was to no avail. She moaned lightly, rolling onto the other side of her bed. Her hand landed on something solid and warm, making her want to move closer. When she squeezed herself close, she dazedly moved with the movement of heat wait, movement?
She cracked open one eye and then both when she realized someone was sleeping right next to her.
In her bed!
The sleeping form stirred awake, rolling over to reveal a boy around the same age as her. His hair was all over the place and his eyes showed the tell tale signs of staying up too many late nights for God knows what. He opened one eye to reveal one ruby red orb lazily staring right a
The Search of the HummingbirdOnce there lived a hummingbird who loved to gaze at stars.The Search of the Hummingbird4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She breezed through days, awaiting the rolling summer nights, which unfurled like fresh-paved highways.
"Hello, star," said the hummingbird one evening. "You are the loveliest sight in the world."
"I am not a star," replied the tiny light. "The stars are what you see hanging there above you, far overhead. The stars are not real. They are the past, the once-was, the no-longer. I am a firefly. We are the now."
"I never knew," marveled the hummingbird. "Tell me more."
And so the hummingbird and the firefly conversed until the dawn. The next night the hummingbird returned, and the night after, and after again. They talked of air and earth and all between, of stalks of wheat and distant thunder.
"How do you know so very much?" asked the hummingbird.
"It is not I, but the light within me, that knows," said the firefly. "Light knows. Darkness also knows. It is the spaces in between which do not know."
"I, too, wish to know," said the
Once I Knew a GirlOnce I knew a girl named Eve. She was short and skinny and wore glasses, and everywhere she went she was all elbows. She mispronounced her R's and climbed trees barefoot and saw fairies where others only saw fireflies.Once I Knew a Girl6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Eve loved to read. Stories clung to her like velvet. Her bedroom was an Eden cast in mint green and populated by books new books, old books, books with all the secrets of the world hidden inside them.
She brought her love to school with her: sometimes, the teacher would send her out into the hallway for reading during class. Haha, wouldn't want us to actually learn anything in school, we used to joke.
There were those who hated Eve for being the way she was, and she despised them in turn. She hated openly; there was never any secret of her contempt. It was a good system.
Eve loved to create. She wrote and sewed and sculpted, she dreamed up places and people too large for real life. She played and mimicked and invented. She was a stickler for accuracy and a
PretendAll of my life,Pretend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've played pretend.
I was a princess.
I was a cowgirl.
I was a creature of myth.
Now at thirteen,
I pretend to be normal.
Fake a smile,
fake a laugh.
No one really cares,
So I pretend I don't hurt.
Pretend to be happy,
But I'm drowning.
Come with me,
We can play pretend together.
A Moment on the BusHe knew from the moment that he saw her that he loved her. He stepped onto the bus with the rest of the crowd and was immediately smitten. She was sitting in the third seat from the back, dressed in a business-like pant suit while typing on her iPhone.A Moment on the Bus4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The whole world was glowing around her, giving her a celestial appearance. He felt like Moses parting the red sea as the crowd split in two while he made a beeline for the empty seat on her left.
He felt as though he had won a prize, although he did wish that he had been able to take a shower that morning. He looked down at himselfhe couldn't hold down a job, and it showed. He was skinny, not always able to afford more than one meal a day. He hadn't changed his t-shirt in a week, the water had been shut off in his apartment, and he feared that he smelled vaguely of fish. He yearned to talk to her, but he was afraid that she would not hear him. He pulled out a crumpled receipt from his pocket and scribbled down something with his ba
Travels in the Gray LandOnce, wise men said the Earth was flat,Travels in the Gray Land10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now they say a sphere
But I the traveler have seen
A world arranged in tiers.
It’s three steps up and three steps down
With nothing in between
Each step a realm unto itself
One black, one gray, one green.
The uppermost, the sunlit land
Is lush with verdant choir
Babbling brooks and rustling reeds
Birdsongs in the briar.
Down below, the Black Land sleeps
Silent and austere
Into this reverent quietude
All must disappear.
The middle tier, a hidden plane,
Of neither sun nor shade;
A misty, lonely everscape
Where those like me have strayed.
The Gray Land has no native souls
All wanderers are we
Upon this rocky sea.
Gnarled trees and shallow caves, the
Total of existence
Scattered mountains, looming tall, but
Always in the distance.
For company, a walking stick
My friend, my aid, my balm -
Upon its neck I feel the warmth
Reflected from my palm.
We rarely stop, my staff and me,
We trek and traipse along
Slayers: Truth or DareLet's imagine, dear Reader, that we've come across Lina Inverse and Zelgadis Greywords relaxing late at night at an inn somewhere. Anywhere will do. Now, imagine that their conversation somehow becomes a game of Truth or Dare. What trick might Lina pull to ensure that she wins? Read on for an excerpt from Lina and Zel's midnight Truth or Dare game when Lina decides on the spur of the moment to raise the stakes.Slayers: Truth or Dare5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Now it's your turn to answer, Lina. Truth or dare?"
"Truth. What's your question?"
Zelgadis cleared his throat and tried to look nonchalant. "Um "
"C'mon, Zel! Do you have a question or don't you?"
"I do! I-I'm just thinking of how to phrase it, that's all."
"Right." Lina rolled her eyes. "If you can't think of anything to ask li'l ol' me..."
"Okay, fine." Zel took a deep breath. "What really happens when ahem whenit'sthattimeofthemonth?"
Lina cocked her head. "What was that last part?"
Zel coughed into his hand, a flush spreading across his face. "
Green EyesGreen Eyes3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Everywhere I look.
Read me like an open book.
Sparkle with delight.
Haunt my every night.
InvisibleInvisible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stand another minute alone
They won't notice
Let another tear fall on the ground
They don't notice at all
Make another cut
They won't notice
Sing another heartbreaking song
They don't notice at all
You do not need a superpower
To be invisible
And it hurts me to know
That they don't notice, at all
Childhood CorruptionDouble dutch used to be a sportChildhood Corruption4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strawberry shortcake; your favourite rhyme
It was fun and games
Counting you jump every time
But soon there was no hope
When being cool ran loose
And so the jump rope
Became a noose
She was the top of your Christmas list
The only thing you wanted from the store
She was your secret keeper, best friend
With her life would never be a bore
But then you noticed she can't eat
She's just plastic and with this realization
Looking like Barbie doll
Became your aspiration
You'd take your mommies makeup mirror
And sneak it to the playground
Making the suns light bounce
With your friends cast around
But then you saw your reflection
What wasn't perfect brought unease
It was no longer a toy; mirror
Became someone else to please
Eating disorders were always so scary
Watching documentaries you never understood
Teacher lectures and class presentations
How can being that skinny ever be good?
But food is now rewarding
You're allowed a limited amount
Ever since recess treats
Blood Lad-Just Brother ThingsIt was one of those weird days where it actually rained in the Demon World,it was also a thing that Staz hated,not because the atmosphere outside was gloomy,no,the mere thought of rain brought him memories,some of them good,some of them bad but the most important involved his brother Braz D.Blood.Blood Lad-Just Brother Things2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before he went "Mad Scientist" mode on his little brother,before Liz was on signal,Braz was actually like any other older brother,gentle,caring,loving,deep inside Staz wanted those days to come back but he would brush aside those thoughts out of pure pride,he didn't want to show weakness in front of others,that's why he was alone in his small appartment staring outside through the window to see how the streets were soaked,then lightning decide to strike & to the young vampire's luck it was a loud one,it was like that day when he was just a kid still in the Acropolis,when the weather was just like today.....
The weather must have been pretty bad if the Demon World Acropoli
AAML Mini DrabblesI can't seem to get a full AAML story done, but I do have several ideas floating around in my head that I wanted to get out, and here they are. Perhaps at some point I'll include one or more of the following mini drabbles in a full length story - ah, such a dream! Enjoy yourselves, fellow followers of AAML.AAML Mini Drabbles5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following: Pokemon, Mindless Self Indulgence (or any of their songs), Youtube, Reese's Pieces, Azumanga Daioh, or Ouran High School Host Club. This probably means that I don't have a life and need to get out more. I could be wrong, however.
"You did what to who for how many Ho-Ohs?"
" really, Ash?"
"It was the best I could come up with at the time."
"So that's your excuse, then?"
"It's not an excuse! It really was the only thing I could think of. At the time."
Misty glanced at Ash skeptically. "You know what that says about your imagination, don't you?"
Ash heaved a sigh, crossing his eyes momenta
JimmyXCindy Week: Castaways"Would you look at what you and your stupid inventions got us into this time? Were stuck on an uncharted island in the middle of the Atlantic ocean!" Cindy yelled, pacing on the sandy beach.JimmyXCindy Week: Castaways4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My stupid inventions? Your the one that wanted me to fly you to Paris in my hovercraft!" Jimmy yelled, tampering with the hovercraft's engine.
"Well, I don't have any money to buy a plane ticket. And I wanted to go visit my Aunt for the summer. I was going to buy you a shirt or something." Cindy crossed her arms and sat on the edge of the hovercraft.
"I told you this thing isn't what it used to be. And you owe me way more than a shirt." Jimmy ran his fingers through his hair. It was shorter now.
"Ugh, Were gonna be stuck here now aren't we? Were gonna become castaways that go insane and start talking to rocks." Cindy flopped back into the seat behind her.
"That's only for lonely castaways. You have me to talk to." Jimmy said, trying to reassure her.
"I don't want you to talk to." She snapped back.
Death Note: Another story: Chapter 2Death Note: Another story: Chapter 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
Death Note: Another Story: Chapter 2
By: Erica B. and Kristina N.
Key: **= actions, --= thoughts and/or being cut off from a sentence
Satomi was anything but discouraged. Though Karia couldn't care less either way, Satomi was grinning ear to ear. She couldn't believe she was officially part of the task force!
L: You may start either immediately or tomorrow.
Light: I knew you girls would make it.
Karia: *shrugs* Ain't much of an accomplishment if you ask me.
Satomi: What are you talking about?! We get to help catch Kira!
Karia: The keyword there is "help". From what I've seen, Kira is highly intelligent and very cunning. He hides in plain sight, and can quickly deflect suspicion from himself.
He also possesses a fierce poker face. Even still, Kira is very childish. He just hates to lose, and will do anything to win. Kinda like someone else I know of...*Glares indiscreetly at L*
Light: Ryuzaki, didn't you make the same observations? -I have to be careful around th
The Jimmy and Cindy manifestoThe Jimmy and Cindy manifesto4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Shipping Manifesto/Character Analysis- Jimmy Neutron and Cindy Vortex
Magnets- how do they work?
We'll start by analyzing each character individually and then their relationship as a whole, particularly contrasting it with Jimmy/Betty. (For the sake of argument, all non-canon pairings will be ignored). On that note, the Jimmy/Timmy Power Hours are /not /canon and will also be ignored.
Another note- an in-depth analysis of every single episode is beyond the scope of this piece and frankly, would be enough to drive a person mad. I assume you've seen the show. You're more than capable of filling in any blanks.
"James. James Neutron."
"Really? You look like more of a Jimmy to me."- Jimmy Neutron and Jet
Fusion, "Operation: Jet Fusion"
Boy genius, with an IQ of 210(a href= "http://www.tvrage.com/Jimmy_Neutron-Boy_Genius" ). Until his move to Retroville prior to Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (the movie), Cindy Vortex was the smartest girl in town. Yet an offhand
It's Called Love- CH13It's Called Love- CH134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sooooooo I was planning on updating 2 days ago, but I was busy with attending a party and some more stuff the first day, and 2nd day I was kind of writer-blocked and my mum butted in with telling me to get off the computer sorry guys, even though I promised you yesterday!!! But I finally got myself a facebook account, as promised to people I told them I'd make one before holidays end, and they do at 22nd of august I'm SOOOOO NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO SCHOOL. I should be making some chemistry homework right now, but you know procrastination xD
Enjoy! (hope this chapter will be a bit longer.)
Oh and before I really start there's an IMPORTANT note;
Since I want to keep it somewhat secret to what's happened to Artie, and that I want to show something from Alfred's POV I will now chance into that. It will be he/she POV though, since this way it's easier to show some scenes i
He Isn't Chapter 9He Isn't Chapter 94 years ago in Romance More Like This
"He didn't call me back..." Miyagi sighed, checking his cellphone the following morning. He had told himself numerous times not to get his hopes up, and yet, he had anyways. Shinobu must really be serious this time... He hasn't even called me once since he left...
The thought made him feel glum, so he pushed it out of his head and started for work. Since his car had been in the shop since he and Hiroki's crash, he had been using the train. It wasn't his favorite thing in the word, being crammed between sweaty hot bodies on a loud obnoxious train, but he wouldn't have to endure it much longer. After his classes, he would be able to head to the car-shop and pick up his beautiful car-baby.
It was around five in the evening when he finally got away from the school. He didn't have a lot of time to get to the body-shop before it closed, so it was all about haste. Halfway there however, he spotted the woman he had scorned the night before. She was sitting with a man at some cafe, smil
Cassandra - Prologue and Part 1Even in death, Cassandra was lovely.Cassandra - Prologue and Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her hair cascaded over her ivory shoulders in sable cataracts, pooling in the soft hollow between her breast and throat. She was wearing the white nightgown, the one she knew I loved, and the fall had thrown it up, weightless, in gossamer drifts across her legs. Her bare toes were painted salmon-pink, the same colour as the roses in the crystal vase by the door.
So elegant, my Cassandra. I might have expected that she would sprawl, as one imagines that people do when they have died suddenly, but her body refused to surrender its accustomed grace. One hand curled beside her face; the other lay, palm up, across her cocked hips, its open fingers tenderly beckoning. Her eyes were closed, peaceful, the fringe of dark lashes sooty and familiar upon her fading cheek. Her lips were parted in expectation. At any moment, she would wake, look up at me, smile. Cassandra.
My hand found the banister, gripped the aged wood and guided me down the stairs