The Debut of the Robo-UThe Debut of the Robo-U1 year ago in Settings More Like This
GadgetCon ’13 was a convention in which tech designers would showcase their original devices and hope that they would catch on with the public, and become the next big popular item. Dr Botzik was one such individual, but with rather outlandish ideas – he believed that it would be possible to control the minds of others using technological devices that would connect ‘wirelessly’ with human brainwaves, and then program them any way he wanted…he could, in theory, turn people into robots, whom would be programmed to obey any command. Of course, no one took him seriously, so he took his device, which he dubbed the Robo-U to GadgetCon to drum up some real public interest.
Botzik knew he needed a volunteer, someone whom would prove to the world that his device worked. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Justine Ezarik, better known as iJustine through her popular online technology review videos, whom was at the convention covering the hottest devices for he
Epic PewDiePie Amnesia RPEpic PewDiePie Amnesia RP3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Hey. Idm to be...eh...weird...but my friend wants to know if you guys have a Skype)
BUT......BUT I LOVEDED THAT WHALE......I LOVEDED IT SO MUCH))
I do!~ )
I do but I barely use it xD)
(*runs into dungeon on accident* SHIET)
[link] HE'S SINGING DISCOVERY CHANNEL)
Victoriousnr98 That is my friends)
(STEPHANO. CRAP. MR.CHAIR. Protect me! *holds him up*)
(How am I suppose to help you Pewdie? You idiot.) ((Chair mode activate~ boop~))
(IMMA THROW YOU AND SEE IF HE GOES AFTER YOU.)
(OKAY! GO STEPHANO!! *throws him in middle of dungeon* Is it safe?! 8D)
(*looks around* Yes Pewdie, It is safe.)
omg.. we should have one of those parts where he has to leave Stephano behind and like he finds Human!Stephano later : DD)
(..I didn't know that would happen I swear..)
Yes. We should. AMG Yes. Yes. Yes)
(*screams like a manly woman and runs* STEPHANOOO)
The Sorting Ceremony of James PotterJames Potter's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of James Potter3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Potter James!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called. A thin, tall boy walks his way on full confidence to the head of the Great Hall where the stool is. He sat and the Sorting Hat was then placed on his head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat spoke.
James looked up, his eyes narrowing. "You haven't been on my head for even a minute! Er, I'm really thankful 'coz I don't want any house aside from Gryffindor yes. But can you at least tell me some good points or uhm, so advice maybe? "the young boy said, his face painted with a big smile. He was tilting his head as if he could listen more intently that way.
"A very talented and clever wizard! Oh, but mischievous somehow, yes can be airy indeed. Ha, young man I can't think of any better house to put you in aside from GRYFFINDOR!" the voice shouted and James gave the old ragged hat a big smile.
"Thanks!" he waved and run to the long table of Gryffindor, where his friends Sirius, Remus and Peter are. He sat besi
The Sorting Ceremony of Peter PettigrewPeter Pettigrew's Sorting Hat CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Peter Pettigrew3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Pettigrew Peter!" Professor Minerva McGonagall shouted through the Great Hall. A plump, stout boy made his way to the stool where the old and rugged Sorting Hat laid lazily. The transfiguration professor put the hat into his head, it slipped down his small pointed nose and then the hat began to talk.
"Hmm what a soft young boy. Oh, someone who worshipped his friends! Can't stand on your own eh?"
"Er, what? Are you Mr Hat talking to me? Y-you talk?" Peter whispered, voice shaking, his watery eyes going narrow on the pitch black inside of the hat.
"Of course young man! You have a great deal of weakness and should be careful of opportunities that rose, siding with the strongest and appear to be the winner isn't always the thing one should consider. Time will come and regrets would drive you down. The Hufflepuff House may teach you the value of loyalty so you better be in"
"I-I don't get a thing Mr Hat." He exclaimed before the voic
DW-Sherlock Crossover pt6 Amy stood, frozen in suprise, as Sherlock kissed her, with his hands around her waist. She stood still for a moment and then moved her hands to his hair, entangling them in his black curls.DW-Sherlock Crossover pt63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock was a good kisser. He didn't just kiss Amy's lips, he kissed her nose, her cheek, just below her eye, her ear. They backed into the wall, Amy pressed onto the space next to the frame of the door. But when he kissed her neck, that was when Amy pushed him away.
"Really like you and all, but I'm moving too quickly?" Amy coloured when he smirked, realizing he was right.
"Well, yes. I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't apologise, it's your right to tell me to stop. Wouldn't push farther than you wanted," he said, messing up his hair. "I won't push too hard, Amy. That's for later." He winked at her, and pulled on his shirt.
Amy turned the colour of a tomato, crossed her ar
My Hypno-Day with Emma Watson Part 1My Hypno-Day with Emma Watson Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Hypno-Day with Emma Watson Part 1
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz
I rolled over in my bed as my phone vibrated on the floor.
"Epic Rap Battles of History! Mitt Romney vs Barack Obama...begin!"
"I'm not going to let this battle be dictacted by facts. I'm rich, I've got fat stacks and super packs. We all know what went down in that 2008 election, you're a decent politician with a winning complection-"
I reach over and grab my iPhone and shut off my alarm as Mitt Romney talks about how Obama was born in Chicago and is looking pretty. I then start to recite the lyrics from the Mitt Romney vs Barack Obama Rap Battle. As I sit up in bed, I check my e-mails on my phone.
"Junk, junk, trash, not important..." I say.
However one particular e-mail comes to my attention.
Congratulations!! Our records show that you recently entered our "Emma Watson M&G contest". We are pleased to announce that you are our contest winner.
I read further and discover that I am to meet Emma Watson in a hotel in downtown Toron
The Sorting Ceremony of Remus LupinRemus Lupin's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Remus Lupin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Lupin Remus John!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called; her voice rang through the vast Great Hall. A pale boy with light brown hair slowly made his way to the stool and sat. McGonagall put the Sorting Hat into his head and he shut his eyes for a moment. Inside smells like an old cabinet it reminds him of some wardrobe where bogarts live. Remus had long feared them, well who doesn't? His mind was filled with many random thoughts as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the black empty space.
"and great mind. You are such a smart boy, also unafraid but a bit off guard. Hmm you tend to keep things by yourself"a voice murmured inside.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry I wasn't listening and yes, thank you." Remus said as he stared in awe.
"You could do well in Ravenclaw. It can train your mind in better ground!" the voice said again.
"B-but my friends are all confident they'll be in Gryffindor. In fact, one of us already made i
Nerd version of vanilla twilightNerd version of vanilla twilight3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Tardis comes down to get you
While Voldemort lies in wait to kill you
Pour me a brimming flask of dwarven ale
Cause I port out safe and soundly
but I'll miss your tail around me
I'd send an owl to ya dear
Cause we wish you were here!
We'd argue why smurfs are light blue
and if we'd live on xandu
Until the whole class just stopped and stared
We'd sit there laughing the rest of our days
Or until they get the mayonnaise
and we have ourselves a hobbit meal
But drenched in the nerdy highlights
We'll stay up here all night
Or else Stewie'll kill us in our sleep
As many times as Wolvie drinks I'll think of you tonight!
When Charles' skills get brighter
and Nightie's wings get lighter
he'll touch the sky and be alive again
We'll all forget the worlds that we knew
But Gallifrey won't forget you
Oh if Stan's voice could reach back through the past
He'd whisper in your ear
"Oh damn Spock is here!"
O-Neg: Part 2O-Neg: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Breanna walked through twilight's growing gloom within a current of students returning to the Hadley School's Summers Hall. They all shuffled sleepily along in their anime styled school uniforms, though Breanna stood out in her own Yuuki Cross styled clothes. Her mannerisms were nearly identical to those with whom she walked. She stepped silently, her face frozen in a slightly dazed look as if she were pondering the meaning of some far off star. She was lost in thought in all she had learned during the day and possessed by the urgent need to communicate that information to her pairing, Norihko Yamashita.
How different she was when she first came to the Hadley School months ago. When she first visited with her mother she was as rebellious as any older teen. Now her personality was completely submerged under her vampire-induced thrall.
Breanna's focus was disturbed when a familiar voice called her name. It had the impact of a shaft of light cutting through her
The Harry Potter GenerationThe Harry Potter Generation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Harry Potter Generation.
You are the Harry Potter Generation if:
1. You cried on your eleventh birthday because there was no letter from Hogwarts
2. Your best friend own a Blue Ford Angular. That can fly, of course.
3. You believe that the worst way to deal with pixies is to shout 'PESKY PIXIE PESTINOMI!'
4. Pictures do move. Nobody else can see it. But they do!
5. When someone insults you, your first reponse is 'Stupid Muggle'
6. You are cautious around blond haired, blue eyed men with big smiles (You know, just in case they remove all the bones in your arm)
7. You know what house you're in.
8. When your parents ask you what sport you what to do, you always answer 'QUIDDITCH!'
9. In every bathroom you check for ghosts and secret entrances
10. You think it is completely normal to travel from place to place via broomstick or fireplace.
11. You constantly stare at snakes intently, waiting for them to say something.
12. You beleive that trees can hit you.
13. You're certain that your
Oneword: ClueOneword: Clue3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John couldn't help chuckling at the idea. The world's only consulting detective, stumped and frustrated by a simple game of Cluedo! He had treated the game like a real-life murder scene, insisting that the characters must have motives, and that the murderer must have left behind evidence. "There must be some way to investigate the crime scene," he had insisted, "Aren't there signs of empirical evidence on this board?"
Finally, as the night grew long and Sherlock's patience had worn thin, the inadequate playing board had found itself pinned to the mantle with a dull knife, its entertainment value thoroughly exhausted.
And for his insolence, John had found himself pinned beneath the self-proclaimed victor.
Sidney SussexSidney Sussex3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was the times that Sherlock had grown to hate more even than school.
They were sat at opposite points of a very long axis, which being ridiculous made the passing of food incredibly difficult and conversation had to be held at bleating pitch in order to be heard, but apparently even the house of The Rt. Hon. Holmes Senior had signed up to the idea. Although, with the exception of Mycroft they all ate very little, so there wasn't very much to pass.
Sherlock picked apathetically at his food, foot tapping impatiently against the floor, longing to run to the door, just run, out and across the pristine lawns, into an ocean of space and away...
His father, upright and gruff in his polished shoes and shiny suit said little as he compulsively pushed his knife and fork together at precisely 6 'o' clock of his plate. Pale, keen eyes looked down the table, unfathomable as he regarded his offspring. He had said nothing in the car, oppressive silence drowning the youngest Holmes as he clutched h
The Sorting Ceremony of Sirius BlackSirius Black's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Sirius Black3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Black Sirius!" Professor Minerva McGonagall read aloud from the parchment she was holding. A faint whispers and girls chuckles is heard as a handsome young boy walked, his lustrous black hair gracefully waving behind him, he swallowed then sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat is placed on his head and for a moment, there was silence. He was a little tense but he doesn't want anyone to see it. Cold drop of sweats are forming on his forehead the same thought was ringing on his mind, his heart pounding.
"A boy of great chivalry and aristocratic grace. Slytherin can help you" the voice said but was cut when Sirius suddenly but in,
"I don't wanna be in Slytherin. I don't wanna be on the same rotten house all of my family were. My friends and I all agree and are...q-quite confident that we'll make it to Gryffindor." He said his voice a little shaky but with high esteem.
"You are a brave, clever and enthusiastic boy. I can as well sense there really is
CE: Emma Watson part 1Emma Watson is a long brown hair British girl, with brown eyes, B size breasts, round butt, and her body is slim. She is just turn 20 years old this month. When she was a little girl Emma wanted to become an actress. Over the years she did. The Harry Potter movies, being the dream to true.CE: Emma Watson part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere in London, she is standing in front a line of her fans. She has been signing pictures all day. She looks at her watch that is on her right hand. She sighs; the watch says it is 5:30 PM. She had a hard time sleeping last night, and all she wants to do is go home and rest.
Little did she know that she will be different my end of this day. In the line is a tall guy with black hair, blue eyes, and in fit. He is 30 years old. His name is Dave Jones. He grows up in America. In high school, and college he study psychology. The part he stu
EpiphanySeries: Harry PotterEpiphany5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
It hadn't seemed like much more than a purely innocent day, Hermione mused silently to herself as she sat alone in the girl's lavatory, fiddling absentmindedly with her curly cinnamon colored hair. Nothing, she thought, had given her a hint or clue to where the day might lead, and so she had been most confident that it probably would've been an okay day. Yet
As things so happen, that day was by far the least normal of days that she had gotten to be a part of between fights with Voldemort and his legions of Death Eaters. In fact, it was probably the furthermost thing from it.
And it had all started in potions class.
They had clambered in like minstrels at a dirge, dragging their feet toward yet another class in which students would be forced to learn things. Or, at the very least, most of them did. Her closest friends
Marauders as One, Marauders for Fun!It wasn't before Moony startedMarauders as One, Marauders for Fun!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Telling his tale of pain and grief;
But it's not really, it's just about his family
And their woes, of course, and bitterness and freaks
That this four not-so-old unknown
Gathered around the round table
In a place so far to be shown,
And they've got their share of secrets ('cept for Prongs) to show!
And so with that, they made their vows
Too scary for the Sorting Hat to memorize.
Each one got their names to be known
Though we didn't even know wizards could be baptized!
A tale of laughs, pranks...and jazz?
That's how the Marauders were born!
One is Moony, the cat-loving Moony
Though he's a werewolf, really, he could eat just any!
The other's Wormtail, he's Peter Pettigrew (of course!)
The comp game-loving Wormy, who knows if he'd just duelled Voldy!
Next is Padfoot, he's the rich kid (LOL)
He treats the group and leads the food!
And the last one is Prongs, oh dear Prongs,
And that's all about him, he doesn't want to be shown.
And so the gang is there, but
Promise me you'll neverPromise me you'll never5 years ago in Historical More Like This
The girl held her breath, when she heard the steps, and was trying to ignore a buzzing fly, that was stubbornly tangling into her hair. Hidden behind a long red velvet curtain she couldn´t see what was going on in the room, and so she was listening to every sound very carefully. The steps were too heavy to belong to her elder sister, and they were soon gone.
The girl breathed again freely. She heard a far-away whoop, signaling that someone had just lost in this hide-and-seek. Then there was another moment, when the curtain moved a little, and small fingers grasped her skirt.
Marie breathed out with incredible relief, when she saw the fingers didn´t belong to no one else than Anastasia.
Tatia found Olya," whispered loudly the little girl with reddish hair. Ella´s trouble. She´s in the fireplace."
Marie much against her will had to smile.
But suddenly the curtain moved again and she looked into Tatiana´s slightly slanting eye
Passion Of Deepest DarknessPassion Of Deepest Darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The war was over and the fields and forests
Smoldered with the carcasses of Europe's men
In Holy Russia, the great upheaval
Arrived to herald civilization's end
Nicholas was prepared for this
Born on the Sixth of May
The celebration of the Feast Of Job
Whose ordeal the Tsar would repeat
In a vision, he had seen two goblets. One bitter, one sweet
And the bitter wine was poured upon his subjects heads
His spirit glowing, he proclaimed:
"Let this cup pass from my country, for I shall drink instead."
His most pious majesty
Reducing his personal fortune to want
All to ease his poor peasants plight
Extending his mercy to the wretched and crooked
Doing his all for the least of his brothers
As we must do for Christ
Yet, the black clouds of doom drew closer
There was naught to hold back their approach
For the Tsar had elected
If his sheep be protected
To suffer the deepest darkness this world can muster
It came in the last days of October
When the banner of the scorpion was raised
Hermione Granger's Sorting Ceremony"Granger, Hermione!" Professor McGonagall read aloud from the long roll of parchment in her hands.Hermione Granger's Sorting Ceremony3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hermione almost ran to the stool and eagerly put the hat on her head. And then, she waited.
"Hmm, very clever, I see " a voice whispered on her ear. "With quite a thirst for knowledge "
Hermione had read about the sorting process in «Hogwarts a History», and knew that whatever she thought about at the moment, the hat would "hear". Besides it had said in its song that «There's nothing hidden in your head, the sorting hat can't see».
"Hmm You would be a good Ravenclaw but there's more to you than just wit and cleverness I see bravery as well. Hmm You could fit in Gryffindor too "
The hat went quiet as though as it was thinking about it. Hermione waited patiently, waiting for the hat to decide.
"You have both the qualities of a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor I see that you could do great in both of them Even so, you're more o
Russian Violets: The Girl Who Fell From The Tree 2Russian Violets: The Girl Who Fell From The Tree 23 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She was about twelve, plump but not fat, short-ish and was wearing a white dress that came down to her knees with a light aqua sash and trim. Her hair, tied back with a matching ribbon, coming down to just above her waist, with a slight wave and was light brown with a hint of red, framed a pale face with lightly flushed cheeks and thin lips the colour of pink primroses. But what struck me the most was her eyes; they were unlike any eyes I had ever seen before. Sure, they were blue, a beautiful pure blue, but they were more than that. They had a clarity and deepness to them that reminded me of a fresh water stream I had once seen on holiday in Finland and had had an urge to throw a stone into. I wondered how far a stone would sink in her eyes.
We must have only been standing together for a few seconds, but it seemed like much longer. What eventually dragged us out of our initial shock was the screams from the other girls over the slope coming closer and closer. The girl I'd caught turne
That Cottage in the WoodsAurora watched her children run into the woods again. She should be well used to their thirst for adventure and the fascination they have with exploring- after all both she and Philip held similar feelings in their youth- but she still felt a pang of panic every time they left.That Cottage in the Woods3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She worried that some event would cost her her children, much like her parents lost her. She loved her children dearly- a boy and a girl- and she often found herself wondering what her childhood would have been like if she was raised by her parents.
She knew where the children were headed, it was a location she herself would frequented- though no one knew. The old cottage where she spent her youth with the fairies became the children's favorite location and, on days they would spend the whole day in the woods, they would scour the land around them- it had not taken long for them to have it decorated to their tastes. If not for the young royals, the little cottage would be sitting alone, neglected.
I amI am4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I am sweet, kind, and innocent
I wonder why we are born Royal but stripped of our titles
I hear the sound of galloping horses
I see the freedom ahead of me
I want things to be right
I am sweet, kind, and innocent
I pretend to be married to a soldier and have twenty kids
I feel the flowers being blown by the wind
I touch the fence that bounded us from the world
I worry we may be erased from existence
I cry that we are trapped with no way out
I am sweet, kind, and innocent
I understand that you would not free us
I say we are innocent
I dream the freedom that you would not give us
I try to convince you we did nothing wrong
I hope you will release us
I am sweet, kind, and innocent
I am Maria Nikolaevna.
The doomed Grand Duchess of Russia.