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.
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
Older!Hiro Hamada x Reader - SketchbookOlder!Hiro Hamada x Reader - Sketchbook5 months ago in Romance More Like This
Hiro let out a scream as you chased him down the stairs.
"GIVE IT BACK, YOU MUNDANE CREATURE!" you shrieked, wielding a pillow as a weapon.
"NEVER!" he yelled back.
He was at an advantage here. He knew his place better than you (duh) and had plenty of experience sliding down banisters...
...which was exactly what he did.
He jumped onto the railing and slid down gracefully, laughing like a maniac as you ran down the stairs.
"I WILL EAT YOUR FACE, HAMADA!" you shouted.
"OF COURSE DEAR, MY FACE IS IRRESISTIBLE!"
You threw the pillow at him, which flew harmlessly over his shoulder.
"CURSES!" you bellowed and pirouette-tackled him to the floor.
He squirmed underneath your grasp while giggling like an idiot.
"Give it... back..." you breathed, glasses sliding down to the tip of your nose in the chaos.
Honestly, if you weren't so terrified you would've stopped to contemplate on how impossibly adorable Hiro looked.
His dark hair was even messier than usual (which wasn't ba
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
The Angel Snow White"Heavy snowfall tonight and tomorrow morning. That should slow up the traffic so everybody"The Angel Snow White4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock clicked off the telly, and without bothering to cast a glance around the room, called, "John!"
"Yes, Sherlock?" John's voice came from a few feet behind him and to his right.
"We're going out."
"I suppose I don't have a choice."
"Well, why would you not want to?"
"Never mind." He heard him get up, and before he could say anything, Sherlock answered him.
"Your coat's in your room. In the left-most corner. You left it there after well. Yesterday." Sherlock gave a very smug grin.
John came up behind him and placed his hands on Sherlock's shoulders, leaning down to give his neck a slow kiss. John could hear Sherlock's smile in the husky laugh he let escape.
"Why don't you get it for me?"
"But I'm sitting down comfortably. It's not very logical."
"But you're not doing anything."
"Neither are you."
"Actually, my mind is pretty occupied thinking about what I want to do with you righ
As You WishSherlock loved John Watson. He couldn't really deny it anymore, and he had to accept the fact that love wasn't all just neurotransmitters and serotonin and a biological desire to create perfect offspring.As You Wish3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was real. A state of being. One that overruled anything Sherlock wanted for himself. And although he knew that any other day would be just as good as to show John that he loved him, he knew that John, being the normal man that he was, would at the very least be subconsciously expecting something on a day devoted to love.
But Sherlock Holmes just didn't know what that could be. He, the most brilliant man in England, couldn't think of something worthy of John's appraisal. Of course, there was the cinema, expensive dinners, flowers, overpriced candy…but Sherlock felt disgusted for having merely thought of something so common and vulgar. He couldn't live without the man, the least he could do was to think of something significant and original.
And yet, nothing came. In the week
JimmyXCindy week: CareerCindy sat in her college class. She was going to school to be a lawyer, and the university of Retroville had a fantastic law program. Her teacher wasn't in today, so someone else stood at the front of the class. She was having trouble following today. He wasn't the best teacher of law, and he was kind of cute, so she really wasn't paying attention.JimmyXCindy week: Career4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"A-Alright class, good lesson today. Now uh, class dismissed." The professor said. Cindy gathered her things and went up to the desk.
"Ok, you should not make teaching your career." She said.
"I know! They needed a quick sub today, I didn't have a class. So, quiet you." He said, erasing the chalk board.
"I'm teasing you Jimmy." Cindy chuckled at his reaction.
"I know that too." He sighed.
"Oh you act like you know everything." Cindy said.
"I do know everything." He said, turning to her.
"Yeah, yeah. You just think your so smart, and cute, and sexy." She said.
"You think I'm sexy?" Jimmy asked.
"No, I think you think you're sexy." She said de
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.
I-Utatane-Piko-I ~This name is precious~ Part 1I-Utatane-Piko-I ~This name is precious~ Part 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Another day of working on this new vocaloid your dad((The Master)) made you to work on. You like his design and his voice, his USB tail is so cute but he's so hard to make.It took you around 1 year and half to finish him and finally, you're working on the last piece, tomorrow he's going to be complete.
You sigh in relief that you're finally done. You take a break to look at the art piece you just finished, his white-snow hair was so beautiful, his complicated clothes fit him so well, his body, soft like the petal of a flower, his multi-colored eyes...everything was done and perfect.
Tomorrow you're going to activate him.
You leave him on the working table, but first you kiss his cheek....Wait what? Did you just kiss him on the cheek? Oh well, you're proud of your work anyway...
You turn the lights off and leave the laboratory. You go to your room to sleep, it was a hard day after all, Rin and Miku running off to your laboratory just to see what you're working on, so eager to see the ne
Band GeekismBand Geekism:Band Geekism9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-It's alien abductions.
-It's pondering the existence of football.
-It's going to football games for free.
-It's pins and t-shirts.
-It's just a jump to the left with your hands on your hips.
-It's your first experience with Astroturf.
-It's sleeping in the lockers.
-It's crying for the seniors your freshman year.
-It's always being accepted.
-It's finding ways to entertain yourself.
-It's 4,000 screaming fans.
-It's mile runs to get to a bathroom.
-It's lame sing-alongs.
-It's roller coasters and water rides.
-It's a zoo.
-It's hair, hats, and nails.
-It's the bus rides.
-It's living in the band room.
-It's the gloves.
-It's hyperventilating, then hypo-ventilating.
-It's prank calls.
-It's glow sticks.
-It's cheering for the rival.
-It's wearing a blanket.
-It's early mornings and late nights.
-It's Pixy Stix.
-It's Mountain Dew and Skittles.
-It's bringing Mountain due on the bus.
-It's all for one and one for all.
-It's playing dress-up.
The Most Longshot's Ever SaidThe Most Longshot's Ever Said4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Longshot! Give it back!" Smellerbee cried trying to snatch her sweet bun out of my grasp. She was only seven though, and short for her age, whereas I was nine and more than a head taller. She loved me though, even with all my teasing. I found her, cold and half starved, when she was six, after she had lost her home. I had brought her here, to Jet's forest, and we have lived together ever since. Jet, as the oldest, always took care of food for us and sometimes managed to snag treats like candies or sweet buns.
"Why don't you two just go and get married," Jet teased, making a kissy face while he watched the two of us run through the trees. Smellerbee glared, she was clearly annoyed with both of us. It must be hard being the only girl. Finally giving up on trying to reach the sweet bun, she pounced and did the sweeping kick Jet had shown her, instead; knocking me off my feet.
"Victory is mine!" she cheered as she took the bun from me before I had time to react. With
Legend of Two LoversLegend of Two Lovers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mako and I are sitting across from each other with the campfire between us. Bolin's in his tent, presumably sleeping. We're sitting in silence, finishing up our dinner.
"Hey Korra," Mako said suddenly.
"What?" I asked with food in my mouth.
"Tell me a story."
I glared at him. "Hell no." I got up and started walking towards my tent, my food forgotten.
"N-no, I'm sorry. Come back Korra."
I sighed and walked back to him, sitting back down. "What, Mako?"
"You know the legend of Zuko and Katara?" he asked.
"Yeah what about it?"
"Really? I didn't know there was a legend about them," Bolin chirped from his tent, startling us. His body is halfway out, and he's propping his head on his hands. Pabbo is resting on his shoulder.
"Bolin! You scared us!" I exclaim.
"Psh, yeah right, you're the Avatar." I groan at him. "So, tell me about this legend."
I look at Mako. "Go tell him."
Mako looks flustered. "U-uh, well, I I don't really remember the story, I just remember they had a legend," he
Independence of the Ukranian'sIndependence of the Ukranian's4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Cough, cough- Care to do the disclaimer, Ukraine?
Ukraine: Sure!! Caleb does in no way, shape, or form own Hetalia!! If he did, it'd be filled with tons of man smex!!
No need to let them know that!!! As you were, pervs.
(This is from Male!Ukrain's POV whom, in this story, I named Symon, which is the English derived Simon and means hearkening)
The first beginnings of snow began to drift towards the ever gratifying Earth, causing the male to blink his eyes open in a slight haze. A flake landed on the pale man's nose, quickly dissolving and running down his cheek. He sighed, gazing up at the never changing indigo sky, a color that seemed well suited for his country. He turned his face to the left, causing his platinum blonde hair to shift into his greyish blue eyes.
Sometimes I wonder if things could be different between my brother and I. He thought, closing his eyes again as his thoughts drifted further back
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
Mrs PeterHe comes homeMrs Peter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the middle of the night -
his birthday; I'd cooked
and waited, as it got cold.
He comes home,
shouting, "Darling! Pack! We're going!"
And off we are again
He comes home
just before lunch -
I'm in the kitchen, cooking,
for two, but he
brings a crowd, because
"John's got nowhere to go,
and this guy we met today,
and here's his wife,
and look - our new brother!"
(Don't ask me how
our food multiplied.)
Or he doesn't come home,
for days on end,
and I wonder: Is he in prison?
Is he dead?
Or at the other end of the world?
He comes back a month later,
with all sorts of news,
lots of dirty washing,
and here and there a souvenir.
Sometimes I miss home,
or times of just us together,
or simply normal life
without faces at the window,
without twenty guests a day,
without fear for his safety.
He doesn't smell of fish now -
which maybe is a good thing -
but some days he comes back bloodied,
and I no longer clean the nets
Huldah: WomanA woman.Huldah: Woman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one hears a woman.
No one sees a woman.
A woman has nothing to say.
I am a woman,
But you took this woman
and gave her words,
and now they listen to me
because they're listening to you.
Now they see,
now they hear
this woman -
But it is not me,
it is you they listen to,
and I'm still a woman,
speechless and unheard.
I say what you tell me,
but cannot speak my heart,
and when they see me
they don't see me at all.
Lord, give me the strength
to submit to your will,
to do and to say
what YOU want me to.
For though they don't see
and though they don't hear,
though I'm only a vessel,
YOU care for me.
You hear this woman.
You see this woman.
You hear my heart's desires.
I am a woman
And you will carry me through.
It's Not My FaultI told my friendsIt's Not My Fault4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ALL about Jesus
I told my friends
ALL about God's GRACE and LOVE
She did not listen
He told me I was wrong
They asked me questions
I could NOT answer
IT'S ALL MY FAULT!
God has lost more children
I COULD NOT GROW
THE SEED I PLANTED!
(7) So the one who plants is not important and the one who waters is not important. Only God, who makes things grow, is important. (8) The one who plants and the one who waters have the same purpose and each will be rewarded for his own work. (9)We are God's workers, working together; you are like God's farm, God's house. (1 Corinthians 3:7-9)
It's not my job
To grow the seed
It is my job
To plant and water the seed
With my actions
With my words
With my thoughts
SO IT'S OK!
IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
It's not your fault
It's no ones fault
You Might Be a Band Geek If......you consider the term "band geek" a compliment, and often refer to yourself as one.You Might Be a Band Geek If...7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
...you answer to "Hey you band geek," "Hey you band nerd," and "Hey you band dork."
...you yell at the loading crew if they put something on the band truck wrong.
...you are always at the band truck making sure the loading crew doesn't kill anything.
And you aren't on loading crew.
...you can be hot, sweaty, and tired and you don't care.
...you incorporate random tags into the Go Mighty ______ song. Like Power Rangers.
...you dance to stand tunes. All the time.
...you think artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you KNOW artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you sing as loud as you play. And you sing well.
...you play louder than the opposing band that is twice your size. And it sounds good.
...you sing louder than the opposing band that is twice your size sings. And maybe
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.
Error in Reading the BibleWhere do errors arise in biblical interpretation?Error in Reading the Bible4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The first is misreading the text, the second is misunderstanding the context, and the third is not reading that section in light of the whole of that section.
The fourth is forgetting who it addresses--that is to say (allegorically) people of a certain heart or disposition.
The fifth is seeing these words distinct from a life that has been lived.
The sixth is to see the Old Testament without considering and making it separate from Wisdom, Proverbs, and Ecclesiastes, and to see the New as separate from Christ's example.
The seventh is to see the Old Testament radically distinct from the New--what does Christ cast aside, what does He fulfill, and what does He do in His life?
We, first of all, are so easily lead into error. Furthermore, the impious, atheistic, agnostic, lukewarm, and indifferent will never read the Scriptures accurately. This does not mean the words are inaccessible; it is q
Those GirlsI look at them, talkingThose Girls5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I see them looking back.
They act best friends forever
Yet friendships what they lack.
A lot of girls would give
Anything to be them
But all you have to do is look
And then you'll truly see them.
Cause with those girls, those girls
They say their all best friends.
But with those girls, those girls
Their friendships always end.
And it's those girls
Who will never, never know
Just what it's like
To be free.
I know what they think of me
They think that I'm insane.
Cause I don't want to be them
Don't want to feel that pain.
They give me their evil eyes
But I don't really care.
They do all these horrible things
All I can do is stare.
Yes it's those girls, those girls
They'll say their your friend to.
But it's those girls, those girls
I know what they really say about you.
And it's those girls
Who will never, never know
Just what it's like
To be free
And their the ones who'll probably be
Pregnant at sixteen.
If that's the price you have to pay
Don't want to be Prom Qu
Last StopLast Stop. The End.Last Stop4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No one can avoid it. Someday, we all get that ticket to the End of the Line no predicting when. Every one of us once has to stay on the bus when everyone else has gone off, rattling into the unknown. I just didn't expect it to be me this soon.
I think we all pretend that it's ages away, or at times even forget that it exists. I certainly didn't expect it, even though I'd known a few people who someday just had to go. I never tried to ask what was at the Last Stop, never wondered about those who continued after I got off. Maybe because, like everyone else, I already knew, and just wanted to keep the real knowledge as far away as possible, not allowing it to seep in.
But for all of us there comes a day when it must seep in. And my day came, sunny and glorious, in the middle of Holiday Week, beside my thirteenth lover, watching the sun set on the lake. I thought I was at the very height of youth, all my life ahead of me, maybe a small chance of finally making th
Cap 1 'Carrera Armamentista'Dentro de una de las salas de la sede de la OEA un silencio sepulcral rodea a todos, ni siquiera el vuelo de una mosca puede sentirse, los ojos fríos de algunos de los miembros hace que el ambiente sea mas cortante. En eso Argentina se levanta y se acerca al mesón principal ante la mirada fija de todos los presentes.Cap 1 'Carrera Armamentista'5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Ya saben el porque estamos todos aquí mira a todos que lo escuchan en silencio y luego seriamente agrega es hora que la diferencia entre nosotros acaben!! da un golpe en el mesón lo que produce que el resto levante la mirada con cierta sorpresa ya es hora... ¡¡De mirar al futuro!! al decir esto una estela refulgente lo rodea mientras con la emoción en sus ojos no nota la enorme gota que cae en los otros.
- Muy bien Perú se levanta de su asiento con tal dulce gesto que Diego (argentina) tiene que controlar su ímpetu de apretarle las mejillas entonces pongámonos todos de acue