An Interesting EncounterAn Interesting Encounter5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
An Interesting Encounter
A Star Wars and Star Trek: TNG crossover
Star Wars (C) and Star Trek (C) characters belong to their respective owners.
Chapter OneThe Encounter
Data sighed, drumming his fingers on the desk. It was a human gesture he had picked up from his best friend, Geordi LaForge.
Next to Data on the desk were several large piles of books that Commander Riker had lent him. 101 Funny Jokes, one read. Dirty Humor, another read. Some of the other titles included Jokes to Make a Vulcan Laugh, Knock-Knock Jokes, and The Greatest Riddles of the Centuries. Data just didn't get it. The riddles were interesting, to be sure. But Data did not understand any of the jokes. Why a person's rear end could be funny was beyond him. Humans. Data just did not understand them. He petted his cat, Spot. "What should I do now?" he asked it. The cat purred, rubbing against him.
Data decided to go to the Holodeck. As it was 300 hours, there were very few p
The Deceaseddo we keep the deceased in our heads?The Deceased4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In little chambers in our hearts?
do they sit in living rooms waiting
for teatime? waiting for us
to visit them?
we imagine what they would say to us,
our brothers, mothers, fathers, sisters,
friends and mentors.
or rather, what we could say to them
if they would hear us across the void.
their curly wisps are found at every turn,
from photographs, to memories, to those tombs
where air no longer reaches their lungs,
and no longer need to.
we hope they listen.
we hope they hear us.
a funeral is never the final goodbye.
there never is a final goodbye, is there?
we keep the deceased in our heads,
in little chambers in our hearts.
they sit in living rooms waiting
for teatime, waiting for us
to visit them behind locked doors.
MEGA Character Profiler+++++++++++++++++++++MEGA Character Profiler4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Origin of Name:
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Dwelling Place/Current Home:
Current Status (Marital/Dating):
General Appearance (RSP Description, for example):
Facial appearance(Includes hair):
Skin color and appearance:
General body build/type/figure:
Distinguishing Features (Tattoos/Scars):
Describe his/her smile (a smile tells alot about a person. Wide grin vs tiny smirk):
Who does s/he take after; mother or father?
Style (Elegant, shabby, etc):
How does s/he dress or what do they typically wear?
Other outfits one might find in their wardrobe:
Victory and DefeatThat silly game, once playedVictory and Defeat4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The endless innocent lover's tirade
I love you, I love you more
There is no winner, is no score
No one expects to beat the other
My heart is that of my lover
Each already knows the answer
But what if this heart had a cancer?
Whispering thine lover's name
Not all lovers love the same
As they tarry, back and forth
Some opposites attract, South and North
No one saw it then, of course
That even with this powerful force
We were already set in our ways
That silly game numbered our days
'I love you more', that last time said
That force which lived, now is dead
As the rain falls all is quiet
Even though my heart denies it
When, everytime in games before
You'd responded 'No I love you more'
This time, no response from you
Because the words I spoke, now were true
This is the way it ends, see
That which was sown, now is reap'd
You were my greatest victory
and I your greatest defeat
'Till Death Do Us PartWhen you died, you killed me.'Till Death Do Us Part2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not AloneUnwanted.Not Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that how you feel, too?
Not even sure what I did,
But apparently it was wrong.
You too, huh?
Well, for me,
I followed my instinct
And did what I thought was right…
What about you?
It’s ok. You can tell me.
We’re both sitting here being hurt anyway.
You don’t say?
Sounds pretty rough.
You’ve been through a lot.
Don’t worry, you’re not the only one.
I’m sure you’re not the only one.
And if you are…
Because I’m here, too.
People can fake things really well.
Don’t be fooled by those
Everyone is fighting a war inside them right now.
Everyone includes you.
Veneziano's Soup>Itacest With counter top actionVeneziano's Soup5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
>CRACK + ANGST = CRANGST
> Veneziano taking something that belongs to Romano because he was jealous.
> Complete but kinda long
Veneziano was humming a tune, propped lazily in the kitchen bar stools and waiting for his pasta to boil. Cooking is his favorite chore. It's housework but it feels like the natural course of action for his body to do. It's like breathing. He doesn't need to check if it's aldente or not. He just knows. Throughout centuries of making pasta, he has developed a psychic knack to tell if it's OK or if it's Feli-pasta-perfect. After all, pasta is serious business and should not be taken lightly.
He glanced at the boiling pot and knows it's not yet perfect. It would be approximately 6 more minutes and 30 seconds before the pasta would reach his desired perfection. He knows! That's what the kitchen timer said and now it's 6 more minutes and 26 seconds. 25... 24...
If he has t
Lessons From LettersThe handwriting spills across the page. The ink is permanently marked on the paper, not to be erased by conventional pencil erasers. There are many pages, but they are seperated in one to two page increments. Each one is nestled in its own envelope, sent to me from various times in the past.Lessons From Letters3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The writing that has spilt onto the pages and the envelopes is large and nearly illegible. I mistakenly showed someone this writing once. They laughed and said it looked like a five year old had written the words on the paper. In a way, she was right, but it was rude for her to point it out in such a way.
In fact, the man writing the letters is the same age I am, and I am no longer a child. I have proven my maturity to myself, if I haven't to everyone else. Yet, to read his letters to me would be assuming that he was still a child. The words are large and lopsided, and I could write three times as much as he does on one page.
The letters themselves, as I read them again, have an air of repeating th
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch3Adventure Time with MLnPG ch34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A day passed with little activity, the normal routine of the land off Aaa passing along with little notice. The prince had made good by his word and had ridden Lord Monochromicorn to see his friend, still slightly sore and worn out from the long night out. The animals hung around together for a time while Prince Gumball caught up with his friend, Fionna. He explained the little adventure he'd had with the undead bassist and how he was curious about the vampire's behavior. Fionna was still under the weather but only offered advice, assuring the prince that he didn't know enough about Marshall Lee to have a proper understanding of the night-walker. The candy man took this to heart as they finally departed to return home, where he spent the rest of the day carrying out his normal orders. The issue of the next celebration came up, and he was left to design the theme and reasoning as he retired to his room shortly after supper.
He climbed the stairwell with his clipboard and pen
Metric MindI am thinking in poetry.Metric Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This sounds romantic;
Like my mind is singing
Sonnets of soothing sound
Quartets of calming concepts.
It is not romantic.
It is disjointed; dramatic pauses
Line breaks and punctuation
Crashing through the quiet.
Today is not a good day.
It is a day that calls for poetry
Bleak, fragmented splashes
Of life on a page that begs to be burned.
And I am so tired. So very tired.
On other days it comes easy;
Strength and straight sentences,
Life lived in clean cut prose.
But not today.
Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary BlitzWith a rather long checklist in hand, Prince Gumball paced before the massive double doors of the palace's grand dining room. Trying to calm her majesty's fraught nerves, Peppermint Maid followed closely behind him, trying to assure him that everything would be alright. Gumball had been worrying himself into a tizzy for the past week, planning and scratching and re-planning the impending evening, but each time he thought he'd gotten things settled, he'd second guess himself and start over; the whole process was very demanding on not only the young prince, but also his waiting staff.Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary Blitz3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His original idea had been to turn the affair into a grand gala; a regal affair with beautiful gowns and clean-cut suits. The food would be exquisite, the wine rich, and the company cut from the highest tier of society. But as he was in the midst of organizing an extravagant feast, he stopped and rethought the entire event. Completely disregarding his o
Why I Was QuietI was at a loss for words,Why I Was Quiet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until you slapped me.
And then I was full of words,
That just refused to flow.
Fagenta (Marshall/Gumball)The pink hallways were a dark magenta as Marshall snuck around. The night was young and so was his will to prank that candy prince again. Everyday his pranks had either been foiled by Fionna or just didn't work with the Prince's instant changes in his schedule. It was funny, how obsessive he'd get until the target was fully humiliated.Fagenta (Marshall/Gumball)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Backward he floated through the halls, over the head of Peppermint Maid, and other servants that were finishing up chores before bed. It was hysterical they would fiercely do anything for their prince, and yet they didn't notice a glimmer of a shadow or a soft breeze caressing the back of their neck.
Tonight Marshall decided upon wearing a mask, and morphing himself into the Camel Corpse, a fearsome beast set on grinding children into dust. Gumball had been secretly afraid of it for ages, and only a surprise evesdropping had only granted Marshall that favor.
He laughed quietly at the thought as he floated his way toward the West Tower. Yeah, he had it fu
AT: The Royal Vow - EpilogueAT: The Royal Vow - Epilogue3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Royal Vow
An Adventure Time fanfiction
Summary; When Ice Queen returns after a five year absence, she brings along with her something that Prince Gumball had thought he'd never have to face again.
Warnings: This story includes gay couples.
Epilogue and Junk
The silver ring passed around his fingers like a dancing coin, thin and light but durable. It was a simple band, not really something he would wear but it had feeling behind it and that was what mattered.
Still, the sight of the object reminded him of the past, though it wasn't all that similar to the one in question. For a few moments he found himself staring at it, his brain drifting off to a darker time.
Then a hand reached up and took hold of the silky red tie that was around his neck, straightening it. "Don't think about it," A voice said and he looked up into the face of Bubba Gumball, smiling softly. "This is a big day."
Marshall gave a small nod and let himself grin. It was a big day, a
A Dangerous ManHe came into town on a cold, dry windA Dangerous Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kicking up dust and blowing sand
The sun dimmed for a moment that day
The howling wind seemed to say
“He has the look of a dangerous man”
His eyes were hot and black as ash
Glaring at those whom he passed
A gun at his hip and a hidden knife
Surely he ended countless lives
Whispers rose like the hiss of snakes
“It’s plain to see, anyone can
He must be a dangerous man”
Not a word he spoke as he came through town
His mouth twisted in a constant frown
His footsteps echoed in an empty street
The locals hid when he came around
They closed windows with a tinny creek
Trying to avoid the dangerous man
He checked the inn where he planned to stay
The keeper shivered from his gaze
The man paid up front and spoke no words
That betray the thoughts of a dangerous man
The locals gathered around and spoke in fear
The Sheriff ran to grab his gear
The Pastor called out to his god
They wailed and cried out for a plan
Save us from this dan
SeriousThey were on the subway, and usually being on the subway meant "standing there glaring at things while Marshall Lee hit on anything that moved." G.B. didn't care, but it was annoying, because everyone stared at Marshall Lee anyway, and if G.B. was next to him, he got stared at, too. And he could never concentrate on his tablet when someone was staring at him.Serious3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Right now, though, Marshall Lee was doing the staring. He had his face too close, and G.B. was tempted to just put his hand on it to get him to back off. "What's the matter? Are you pissed at me?"
And the worst part was that it sounded like Marshall Lee meant it. G.B. scowled. "Marshall Lee, you have an alphabetized list of every way you can upset me. I know, because I've seen you checking things off on it. On the tablet I gave you, no less." Marshall Lee was still staring at him, and G.B. almost said he wasn't mad, just because he wanted Marshall Lee to quit it. But G.B. turned his face away. He didn't say things like that on a s
Gray Gumball-Lee MLxPG FicIt was an average day in the Candy Kingdom for a certain bubblegum royal.Gray Gumball-Lee MLxPG Fic4 years ago in Humor More Like This
He was lazily strolling around the castle, greeting servants and other citizens that he passed. He wandered down to the kitchen and saw Peppermint Maid pulling a carton of strawberries out of the fridge.
"Good evening your majesty." She said once she noticed Gumball. "I do hope things are going well for you."
"They are thank you."
It was the kind attitude that Peppermint Maid had that made her his favorite servant, though he never referred to her as such.
"Well, I do hate to leave you sir, but the younger master has requested his usual snack and I felt he deserved it, seeing as he missed breakfast."
Gumball smiled at his candy maid at the mention of the 'younger master.' He was actually Gumball's son.
Yeah, Gumball wasn't a prince anymore but the king of Candy Kingdom. It happened several years ago that he became happily married and stepped up to the throne officially. Then, not long after he created an anti-agin
After All These YearsAfter All These Years5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hanna had never been so interested in material things, but Gallahad detected, over the years, that having a place for himself was important to the redhead. Just a little nook, somewhere he could packrat his arcane memorabilia and hide away in, now that he was retired. Oh, Hanna didn't actually know the meaning of the word retired, but at least age slowed him down a little, and he didn't officially accept cases.
The years had also instilled in Hanna a vague understanding of the word "relax." On one of his enthusiastic impulses, Hanna had gotten them a pair of mismatched antique rocking chairs, complete with green and orange plaid cushions for Gallahad, black and white check with splatters of neon color for Hanna. Hanna's taste had not aged with time. The rocking chairs were installed on their front porch of the dumpy little cottage they had together, out near where Ples' house used to be. Hanna liked all the rustic wood furnishings, and the fact
RedefinedA battle lostRedefined2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A white flag thrown on a field stained by bloody tears
People have no meaning any more
Eyes show the truth to the lies they spin like webs
I choose surrender rather than put you out of your misery
No more of your fear-fueled deceits
No more watching you waste your lives
Obsessed with consuming
Ignoring what is really important
Now I choose to live in this self-made cave
I choose to no longer participate in society
I choose to become my art,
become my words,
live by my morals...
... as antiquated as they are
The dream of many but embraced
Mirror FloorI danced upon a mirrored floor,Mirror Floor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That shone like glassing ice.
A darting twin me danced upside down with myself,
The two of us spun in figures of rhythm,
As we casted flower petals about.
One tossing upwards,
The other tossing down.
I want to see.I know it's sick.I want to see.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I know it's bad.
But I want to see you hurt,
See you desperate and mad.
Listening to fighting,
Hear their angry scream.
Cover your ears,
And fight the bad dreams.
See you struggle,
See you fall.
See you hate them,
Hate them all.
Watch you be taunted,
See you run away fast.
Cover your wrists,
Hide your past.
Live in terror,
Yes, In fear.
Whimper in a corner,
Wondering why you're hear.
See you cringe,
Because you know they'll hit.
See you cry,
And scream "FUCK IT!"
You're life's a mess,
See you fall apart.
Watch you live,
With a broken heart.
I want this to happen,
So maybe you can see.
Maybe you'll know,
How it feels to be me.
Does Silver Have a Brother Ch8Does Silver Have a Brother Ch85 years ago in Sketches More Like This
In this chapter, the waterfalls of Mt. Silver opened up old wounds from his past. He has a flashback of one of the last encounters with his father Giovanni/Sakaki.
Mild warning: Foul Language and Angst.
If you notice that I made any errors, please point them out to me. This is my first fanfic thats turning into a series so I would love everything to be flawless and accurate. Thanks!
Silver and Giovanni/Sakaki (c) Gamefreak and Nintendo
I made my way into the first cave, with Weavile behind me.
There were no Pokémon around. Zero. Not even a Zubat. It struck me as strange because in any mountain or cave, there's always at least -one- Zubat around. Where did they all go? Where exactly did the beating of Clair take place? My eyes cautiously wandered around. I turned my back every minute or so. I know Weavile had my back but I did it just incase.
I heard the sound of a waterfall and headed toward the d
Hey, Prince Gumball ~Gumshall~HeyHey, Prince Gumball ~Gumshall~4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can you feel his bass?
can you feel him breathing on your face?
When the sun shines in Ooo,
all he can do
is fall fast for you.
will you let him hold your hand?
will you let him do what only he can?
When the sun shines in Ooo,
all he can do
is fall fast for you.
it's winding down.
Let him kiss your yummy skin
Let him win.
hear the sound,
let him take you
away for the day.
When the sun shines in Ooo,
all he can do
is fall fast for you.
Only for you.