The RiftStory is below.The Rift3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Please read if you want to.
And please don't bash if you hate it.
John and Rose Chapter 1: His ReturnJohn stood in an empty kitchen. It was about 8:00am and all his friends were still sleeping. This was the usual morning routine. Get up before everyone else, get dressed, have breakfast and then wait for everyone else to get up. He looked around the kitchen. He was quite proud of himself, for he and his friends had built this house. But standing in this kitchen, it reminded him of his father. His DEAD father. He had died on his 13th birthday. Killed by the one and only, Jack Noir. His father loved to bake. Spent mostly his entire life in a kitchen... John's mind filled up with painful memories.John and Rose Chapter 1: His Return3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He hoisted himself up onto the kitchen counter, then fixed his glasses that had fallen slightly down his nose. He couldn't deny that he missed his father very much and he could tell that his eyes were tearing up. He jumped off the counter, about to leave the memory filled kitchen, when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. John jumped when he saw Rose. He quickly wiped off his tears with his sl
Instability: Chapter 1The first freak-out session came a few days later. Who knew a broom closet would be the perfect setting to break down in a psychotic fit?Instability: Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What survivors there were-- including, to his own amazement, Sam himself-- had been packed up aboard the air craft carrier and were currently en route to Diego Garcia via the Red Sea, making the week long journey back to the Indian island. Autobots-- the battered, the torn, and the recently resurrected-- had all been granted ample steerage space among the cargo housed below deck. It was the only place large enough for them to move around in. There was always the deck, of course, but after the first night the brass skittishly nibbled their fingernails and requested (ordered) that they remain out of sight and away from the danger of being spotted by the very sattelites that had previously afforded the Decepticons all the information they could ever want. Ever pragmatic, the Autobots had agreed.
The human left-overs were boxed into pre-existing quarters
What am I doing wrong? A guide to character designHello again, lovelies.What am I doing wrong? A guide to character design3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Now, I have noticed that there seem to be a lot of design conflicts on the site regarding that someone has *le gasp!* copied your character. Oh, the humanity! How dare they?! How dare they also have a character set who are only black, white, and red because that makes them so deep and edgy. How dare their animal also have a star/heart/diamond on its forehead? How dare they make a character with rainbow legs/tails?! How dare they have a fursona with a "dark" side when they become enraged? How dare their sparkle fursona be black with lime green, hot pink, and cyan markings?! How. Fucking. Dare. They?!
So, you call them out on their obvious theft of your character, and then things get spicy. You get barraged by an army of white knights. You send your white knights after their white knights. Then, when all that is going on, you get a nice, big taste of "trolling" because you're all probably worked up and obsessi
Tea BrownIt was all about finding those edges where the shore metTea Brown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
took a trip at first, a little dip to test the water, tea-brown and murky
but swimming was easy and keeping one hand on land
was like trying to climb a mountain of sand
and the tide, a rip, took us out to sea
It was all about keeping your head above the water
because you'd never see the monsters underneath in that lightless place
but they could only get you when you got tired or
when it got too hard to escape that place
deep-space diving got dangerous
It was all about coming up for air to fill your lungs
and trying to keep the hair out of your eyes even though you couldn't see
it felt safer, like running at night, faster and silent
but the only way was down and deep
with all the added weight
It was about remembering what floating was like back when you could always
put your feet down and walk out when you were done swimming
or when the water got too cold or when you just needed
to get someplace dry but now every direction is
AdieuStrangling myself with this silence,Adieu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am one rung closer
with every little death descending deeper
into Gehenna's bowels,
brandishing a soul through drawn eyes
and watching it all burn.
A plea for deliverance
stretches thin over this thrust
my masochist thirst insists.
If asphyxia is Heaven,
my throat is the horizon.
You can't sever midnight sky from sea,
the black from the blue.
Rolling back on my spine serpentine grande,
I at last experience revelation.
To dream in grayscale and melancholy
is to never suffer disappointment
at the hands of Life's disastrous folly.
I feast upon the fruit of despair
its seed binding me like Persephone
to Hades' throne.
If I die before I wake,
I need not pray no more.
There was a time when songs rang out on high
in glorious appraisal
for lettings of blood, conflagration
of flesh and bone.
Every man was equal under the Gods' gaze,
gaining favor through slaughter.
I see priests eviscerate the sheep,
I see flames 'round the martyr creep.
Insanity The Twisted TruthsInsanity4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Straight Out Lies
Raise Your Soul To Me And
Caught Up In Insanity.
Speak The Truth From Your Lips
And Caught Up In Insanity.
Live In It,Die In It
Destoy It, Rebuild It
Make Love To It, Lave It Alone,
Oh, Caught Up In Insanty.
Bloody Bodies Get BuriedMagdelena Romoiam. She hated her name. Thats why everyone who wanted to live to graduate middle school called her Toronado. That came from the time Mags (as her grandma used to call her) she street raced an old Toronado and beat the resident racers. She was only 12 when she did that. Toronado was trouble if anyone ever saw it. Her waist length flaming red hair set off her baby blue eyes perfectly. Toronado Romoiam was a living legend in Keissler-Brink Junior High School. Not only because she totally sabotaged the Christmas, Spring and End of the Year plays, set a float on fire in the parade, and blew up every locker in the school at one point. Toronado was the only person who ever got away with what she got away with. Your probably wondering why Toronado was so bad. Theres a simple explanation to that.Bloody Bodies Get Buried10 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Jonathan!" Evelyn yelled chucking a glass at them. Jonathan grabbed the knife from the kutting block and stabbed his wife in the throat. He packed up and left the bloody scene, moments
If Things Were Different 1 :EriSol:Blood. All you see is blood.If Things Were Different 1 :EriSol:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Magenta, jade, a bit of yellow. You can't take it. Its swirling around in your head, making your thoughts confused and muffled.
He can't be dead. He just can't be.
You are Eridan Ampora and you just killed the one that you have been flushed for your whole life.
You walk up to him. He's slouched against the wall, his eyes closed. If there wasn't that trail of mustard blood behind his head, you would've thought he was sleeping.
No time for fantasies now.
You stop, inches away from his face, and you kiss him, hoping that somehow, he will be revived.
As the Prince of Hope, you now know that all hope is lost.
You want to cry, scream, yell. Pull out a full tantrum right here in the core. You step back, purple tears spread across your face. You feel greasy blood slip beneath your feet, causing you fall, magenta and jade smeared into your vision.
Dammit blood, why?
You slowly get up, careful not to slip again, and step onto the transportalizer. You
Sad Blue EyesWhen I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you sweet like berries " she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was.Sad Blue Eyes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't understand why it bothered her so much. It was really pretty bangle, with intricate detail work that was designed to look like silver stems. Those stems led to sixteen bronze daisies, where a moonstone was in the center of each one. No one I knew had a bracelet as lovely as mine. My brothers' bracelets were plain and boring-- iron bands with a lot of small gems rand
Welcome Home, Sarah.His hand was at her waist as they spun around and around in a dance. It was warm and solid under his hand, fitting perfectly in his palm. Gone was the spun sugar gown of her crystal ballroom dream, replaced instead by a deep blue, curve-hugging gown. Standing as close as they were he caught a teasing peak of skin under the neckline of her dress when she leaned toward him. She noticed the direction of his gaze and he was thrilled to see her flash him a hint of a smirk to rival his most mischievous. That smile told him that she understood the game now, like she never would have before. Because the waist he held was the curve of a womans body, not a girls. She was taller now, he realized, though he could still tuck her head under his chin while standing. He wasnt sure of her exact age, but she was older, that much her body alone was telling him. A surge of joy filled him.Welcome Home, Sarah.6 years ago in Teen More Like This
All of a sudden her smile faded, a melancholy mockery of what it had just been. He had just o
Theme 100 - EndingsSUMMARY: One-hundred themes challenge number one-hundred, (shut up), Endings. KakuHida.Theme 100 - Endings4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Endings, Hidan thought, were the worst part of a book.
While the ending could take two ways happy and sad the ending almost always left him feeling empty and alone. Sure, the character could go on to lead happy lives with, usually, their love interest and best friend, but you would never see the character again, except for the times you re-read the books.
Endings, actually, he decided, were the worst part of anything.
Days, years, lives. You forever had to bid the timespan, or in some cases, people, good-bye, never to see them again. They could slip through your fingers like sand; and once they were gone, there was no turning back. You could look back, yes, at memories that could bring painful, dull aches to your chest, but you couldn't actually bring them back.
Which was why Hidan had always had a hard time sleeping. He didn't like waking up to a new day, as cl
Gorillaz Slash 62D frowned at the apple he was eating. There was nothing wrong with it. The skin was green and slightly sour but it mixed well with the sweetness on the inside. Frowning at his early breakfast he glanced down at his silver wrist watch, it was going on five in the morning and he had yet slept. His eye hurt, it was bruised from the fist that hit it a few days ago. But it was bruised nonetheless and he didn't want Russel finding out. He didn't want trouble. Staring at the apple he remembered something like this before in the morning when he couldn't sleepGorillaz Slash 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Whut ya doin' man?" A deep voice asked. Slightly startled he glanced up to see the blue ghost, Del.
"Oh. Eet's you." 2D blinked slowly.
"Man, da name is Del. Mmkay? So why ya up so early?"
2D shrugged and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Couldn't sleep."
Del nodded slowly looking the singer over who didn't notice while staring at his half eaten apple.
"Ya want dis?" 2d offered the rest of the apple to the un-amus
beta physicsi.beta physics3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rain wrapped impatience around your roof,
bored through the wood like a thousand million termites
(or one you-sized termite, blind, breathless)
and seeped from the cold clockwork like battery acid.
you lived in a widow's closet -
a house swarmed with antiques
that collapsed in their own gravity
and combusted -
and then you lived in widow's charcoal.
"galaxies are either lovers or termites," she mused.
(earlier, her fingernails bored into my back
Hubble's thousand million stars, all drops of acid
branding my spine.)
"they are drawn to each other for years
and in an instant, once together,
eat themselves alive."
damien pip oneshotPip Pirrup walked briskly down the side walk while listening to the music playing from his ipod. It was a late friday afternoon and He was eager to get home. No eager wasn't the word. Anxious. Yes, anxious was a much better word. You see, all week he was able to avoid being bullied by anybody at school; no one has bothered him, not even once! And he would be extremely blessed if he can make it home befor all that changed.damien pip oneshot5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfortunately for Pip he was abile to find trouble when three familiar faces jumped infront of him.
"Well, well, well...look who we got here!" Said Eric Cartman.
"Sup, Frenchie!" teased the boy nick named Romper Stomper, Cartman's former cell mate way back in 4rd grade who was recently let out of the detention center.
"Haha yeah! W-whats up Frenchie!?" Said Clyde Donovan, who was just running along with whatever the other two did.
The two boy are Cartman's back up buddies whenever Stan, Kyle and Kenny weren't around. Together, they can cause quite some trouble. Pip di
Your Guardian Devil:Chapter 15Damien glanced down at the young boy lying on the bed next to him. He slowly placed his hand gently upon the soft blonde hair and let out a sigh.Your Guardian Devil:Chapter 157 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pip had somehow cried himself to sleep.
It must be some sort of system shutdown mode he goes into when hes overly distressed, Damien thought as he remembered carrying the small bodied Pip into his bedroom.
I didnt even get to ask what all that crying was about, he mumbled to himself.
Gradually, he shifted Pips body into a lifting position and brought him up onto his lap, laying him against his body. He caressed Pips body lovingly as if to cherish him before placing a tiny kiss on his warm forehead.
Pip stirred slightly, but it seemed more like he was snuggling deeper into the comfort that surrounded him rather than being disturbed from his sleep. He made a content, muffled sigh and relaxed all of his muscles as if to give in to the will of the devil that held him.
Damien smiled to himself
A Normal Day Akatsuki PrologueA Normal Day Akatsuki PrologueA Normal Day Akatsuki Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"LISTEN! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY KAKUZU! I'M GOING TO DO MY JASHIN-DAMNED SACRIFICES IN THE KITCHEN!" Hidan yells through the archway of the kitchen that separated the kitchen from the hallway that was only part of the living room.
"Oh no you aren't! Do you know how much that's going to cost me to get the blood out of the flooring?! Plus, Pein and Konan will have our damn heads!" Kakuzu coughs, trying to disguise what he's about to say. "Though, it probably wouldn't bug you since you lose your head daily. . ." Kakuzu coughs as he yells right back at him.
Hidan turns around and Kakuzu can almost see the steam rising off his shoulders. Then Hidan smiles and grabs a dagger then starts to walk slowly towards Kakuzu with an evil grin on his face.
Kakuzu tries to back up but is blocked by the couch. "Hidan? Why are you looking at me like
Akatsuki Bloopers 8 "Do we really need the compass? Can't we just, you know, stick a pencil in one end of a kunai and-"Akatsuki Bloopers 86 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Yeah, brilliant, but how're you going to fix down the other end? With your finger? Not all of us are immortal, you know...and the length isn't adjustable on a kunai; look, on a compass, you can change the radius, and there's even a scale..."
"Shut up, Deidara, no one cares- do you guys think the black binder looks better, or the blue one?"
"Since when do you care about binder colors? Just buy both of them and decide later."
"I can't, Akatsuki's on a tight budget, remember? Konan said we couldn't spend more than fifty bucks each..."
"Speaking of which, can one of you buy my supplies for me? I spent all my money on a DS..."
"Seriously? A DS? Kakuzu, you retarded shit-"
"Hey, those Nintendo dogs are s
The Little Mermaid Ch. 9Ch. 9: Ruined HappinessThe Little Mermaid Ch. 96 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The blonde prince took a walk outside of the castle enjoying the night sky and sea air. He went to the brick gate that looked over the ocean. Naruto pulled out his flute to begin playing the intoxicating melody that the girl who saved him sung two days ago. He heard some rustling coming from a window of the castle. Naruto looked up to see Hinata looking out the window with a look of longing in her eyes as she stared at the immense sea. She stood there for quite some time, and the entire time she was there Naruto was staring at her. He was amazed by how the full moons light glinted off her milky skin, how her lavender eyes seemed to hold all the emotion of the ocean in them, how she placed her right elbow on the balcony why her right hand was under her chin holding her head up, and how she has a light blush on her face. Naruto soaked her in her until he heard her sigh and go into her room to get some sleep.
Naruto looked at down at the flute he was playing
FaeryLocksA romantic comedy plays on ignored, volume turned down low as not to disturb sleeping parents. Slim agile digits slipping thru and pulling on fine feathery pale blonde moonlight strands, braiding those faery locks with bright rainbow ribbons. A sudden tug when his head turns uncooperatively.FaeryLocks3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I will never hear the end of this, Precious." a musical voice complains sullenly between mouthfuls of buttery popcorn.
"Quiet you. A bet is a bet. And I won. Again must I add." Sarah ties off the last braid and inspects her handiwork. "Oh how the mighty have fallen. Again!"
Forbidden LoveShikamaru's eyes flashed open to his dark bedroom. Moonlight was streaming across his face from where he lay on his bed, but that wasn't what had awoken him. He couldn't put his finger on it . . .Forbidden Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shikamaru sat up, rubbing at his eyes and wishing it wasn't so late. Intent on getting a drink and returning to bed, he touched his toes to the floor and stood, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He almost started towards the door before he heard something.
Somebody was in the house.
What a drag . . . he let out a quiet sigh, knowing it wasn't his parents; they were away on a mission, assuming he could take care of himself. He knew they weren't wrong, but he didn't necessarily feel like taking care of any intruders - especially in the middle of the night.
He opened the door to his room and looked down the hall - there was a light in the kitchen and a sound of clinking china. Shikamaru slinked out of his room and softly closed the door behind him, tip-toeing down the hall with his back against th
We were numb, and now we seeI know that you point and laugh at me now.. but would you if we were children?We were numb, and now we see4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As children, we didn't scrutinize things so much.. we accepted things as came, and we didn't question whether or not something was right or deemed 'wrong'.
So why is it that you still deny two giggling six-year-old girls the right to pretend to get married to each other?
It's because you don't want them to grow up 'wrong' or 'twisted' .. right..?
So when those two little girls kiss each other, because "that's what you do when you get married" do you make them sit in time out because "you're not allowed to kiss your friends" ?
Or are you afraid.. afraid to shatter the glass case that enshrouds them..? Are you so scared to shatter the innocence that 'protects' them from the real world..? Where people can marry whomever they please..?
That's right.. they can't.. not yet, at least.
Just because you have authority, it doesn't mean that you deserve to force them apart.
They may be young, they may be naive.. and th
my Pip bitchExcuse me," Piped a girl with long, frizzy, blonde hair, loud enough to get Damien's attention. With a raised eyebrow, Damien looked her up and down. She was dressed as if she were going to a ball with that puffy pink dress and all that make up on. It was easy to tell she was British from the accent that laced her words."My name is Estella Havisham and I'm looking for a boy by the name of Pip Pirrup. Do you, by any chance, know him?" She asked with a light scowl on her face, not much caring for Damien's dark and gothic appearance. She looked at him as though he was not worthy enough to look upon her and her beauty. Obviously, she didn't know who she was gawking at.my Pip bitch5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Damien glared back her with instant disdain and hatred. Pip had told him about this girl. He said that she was his first love back in England. He said that she was mean and insulting, but she was the first girl his age he ever played with so he thought he was in love with her.
"Mind if I ask why you're looking for him?" He a
Untitled PoemsYou stab yourself in the heartUntitled Poems8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a poison filled barb
We call it depression and
We're ready to medicate
Pop the pills and the pain
Goes away, and you give in
Welcome another happy addict
Cut the skin from my bones
The disgusting sinner falls away
Digitally stimulated and disconnected
Cake the make up on the slut
Remove the tumor implanted within
Fuck the regret you feel, it isn't real
Let loose the anger cannon inside your heart
Explosive emotions fill up the emptiness
Drug me up and spit me out
Eat the sins of your maker
Devour the love you feel
Atone for your imperfection
With pain you will pay
Tear away life, piece by piece
Skeletal regret will never repent
Lick the plastic breast of falsity.
Worship the idol of 'perfection'.
Dance around the store-bought hero.
Celebrate the mundane creativity.
Give into the bland world they've ma