StrikeWe're on strike, she said matter-of-factly and crossed her arms. I blinked.Strike7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You can't be serious, I said.
I am, and we are, she answered and looked around the collective. The other women nodded their heads in agreement.
Alright, Pek, let's--
Pekmae, she interrupted me.
My name is Pekmae, she said. Only my friends call me Pek. It was pointed, and caustic, and I wouldn't have expected any less from the saucy pirate-scoundrel. But, somehow I was still surprised.
Pekmae? Seriously? She nodded, and I sighed. If there was one thing I'd learned through the last decade, it was to avoid arguments with Pek. Fine, Pekmae, I said. Let's talk about this. Why are you on strike?
You don't use us anymore. We feel neglected, and so we're on strike.
That isn't true.
Oh yeah? Look at poor Cora, there. You beat her to a pulp and dragge
Swish-CthunkSwish-Cthunk9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Today I went down to the Bureau of Words to trade in my autumn onomatopoeia. Usually I put it off until at least the end of November, but this year the squelch-thud of my boots in the mounds of soggy leaves brought me up sharp. I went home, gathered my dry snaps, crackles and swooshes, as well as the cheerful spthooshk of a water balloon left over from August and headed down to the department. The rain hurried down to meet my umbrella, an excellent winter sound for which I had no words. But that would soon change.
The stooped man at the front desk greeted me with a finger to his lips. "We're running the barnyard tests, so we've got to be very quiet. Get me?"
I nodded. Fortunately, the entire antechamber of the Bureau is soundproofed, so my rubber soled boots made no sound on the white carpeted floor despite leaving a great deal of mud.
"What do you have in mind for me today? I'm here for the seasonal trade-in deal."
"Well, we've got snow falling on cedars, rain dripping into a puddle o
Mike x Reader: The New Security Guard (CH. 10 END)Mike x Reader: The New Security Guard (CH. 10 END)3 months ago in Horror More Like This
Mike treated you to breakfast at a large restaurant this morning. Surprisingly, the restaurant was more high-end than the last place he’d treated you, almost like a step upward in the figurative stairway of his friendship. Unfortunately, the time you spent there wasn’t as long as you’d wished, and your appetite had only allowed you to eat half of what you’d ordered. What a waste, you grimaced before standing to leave.
Once breakfast was completed, you and Mike returned to your car. You would go back to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria so that Mike could get in his car before leaving and never returning to that dreadful location. You were practically daydreaming of the sleep you’d be getting after the contract was avoided.
“You haven’t talked much this morning,” Mike noted as you were driving back to Freddy’s. Mike looked you over before shrugging his shoulders and diverting his eyes instead to the window beside him. “I
Little EggsOne green morning, our fat little facesLittle Eggs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look out the kitchen window and
Find a robin and her nest on our windowsill.
She carries baubles and trinkets—candy
Wrappers and foil—before her vivacious
Red breast and weaves them tenderly into her nest.
My mother, laughing, says
She’s dizzy with anticipation, painting ponies
And clouds on nursery walls.
Soon enough little blue eggs fill
The happy twigs and their gaudy trappings
And the robin settles—snug, waiting.
We, too, wait for spring miracles on the
Windowsill. Weeks pass—she sits faithful—but
Eggs remain eggs.
Mother gets an odd pallor and avoids the
Kitchen window. Sometimes I think she wants to
Chase the robin away, but understands she’s dear to us.
We want to give the robin our support—she’s
Like family, now—but wonder how long it
Takes for eggs to hatch. Surely not this long?
“Sometimes things go wrong,”
Mother answers to our curiosity.
In Peeta's Eyes 1: Sowing and ReapingIn Peeta's Eyes 1: Sowing and Reaping3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The reaping ceremony has always disgusted me. The whole idea of the Hunger Games is just so barbaric that I am unbelievably thankful each year my name doesn't come out of that glass ball. Looking around me, I see the terrified and paler-than-usual faces of more than a hundred kids from ages 12 to 18, all of them saying the same desperate prayer I am: Please don't let it be me this time!
We are lined up according to our ages. Like rows of grain from District 9 ready to be chopped down with the glinting scythe of Effie Trinket's brightly colored fingernails. As if the only reason the adults of Panem have children is to put them in these infernal lines to be chopped down and thrown into a death match disguised as a grand honor. To me, that's all we seem to be to the people of the Capitol: ears of grain sown for the sole purpose of perishing in a sifter that only a
Doctor Who: Say ForeverLegs not quite obeying him, one moving a bit more to the side than in front of him as he stumbled towards that blue box that stood so blue in the silence of a room so long overlooked, the solitary man with the uncontrollable hair and the distinctive blue bow-tie threw his back against the door and pushed it open. He let himself stumble in, spinning himself languidly around to lean against it and push it shut again. His eyes were glazed over, missing something. He looked around, as if there was some answer there. Of course there wasn't. What else could he do? What options did he have? He had saved her, but how much could that do? His hands felt numb, hanging low at his sides. What good was he, then, if he couldn't even save her? Images of the past ran through is mind, his teeth gritting together and moisture welling up in the corners of his eyes.Doctor Who: Say Forever3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then he noticed a blinking light somewhere ahead of him. He turned his head a bit, raising his hands up to straighten his jacket and bow-tie.
Farewell, Ponds (Contains Spoilers)The battle lost and wonFarewell, Ponds (Contains Spoilers)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The angel touched the man
The Doctor and Amy wept
As only true friends can
The Doctor begged her not to
But under the cloudy sky
Amy uttered the words no one wanted to hear:
"Raggedy man, good-bye!"
A PrincessVegeta hoped it would be a girl.A Princess2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He watched as his woman got slowly bigger and bigger. She would stare at herself in the mirror at night, naked, frowning at her appearance. She would tilt her head to the side, lips puckered out slightly, brow furrowed. "I hope it's just as easy to lose now as it was with Trunks…"
Vegeta bit back a growl; he didn't know what it was about her like that that made him so possessive.
She kept asking him to feel the baby. Trunks would have his face flush against his mother's stomach, eyes wide and a ridiculous smile across his face. He would watch from a distance as family and friends ooh and aahed over her, all pressing their hands to her stomach.
When she asked, he just crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. But the smile she gave him made him think she knew the real reason.
That he felt the small warriors kicks when they slept.
"What do you want to name him?" Bulma asked one morning. Her hair was long again-she said something about good hair
Can He Feel Love Again? (Herobrine x Reader CH. 5)(WARNING: THIS IS JUST A MADE UP BACK STORY!! ALSO It's in Herobrine's back story P.O.V)Can He Feel Love Again? (Herobrine x Reader CH. 5)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was mining with Notch, and Steve. The three of us were looking for diamonds, to make tools and armour. We didn't find much, just two diamond ores, and thousands of iron ores. This was so useless, I was about to have a rage quit. It was so hot down here from the lava, and heat. We must have been all the way down to the center of the Earth.
UGH SO WORTHLESS!
We kept walking, and walking, more lava, lots of diamonds..... wait, diamonds? I spot the diamonds, there were like 20 of them. It felt like a gold mine.... but with shiny blue diamonds. I signaled Notch, and Steve to stop walking, and walk to me. The only way to get the diamonds, were to cross a thin bridge. Since I was the one to find them, I would cross and mine them. I took careful steps, crossing steady as I could. I was so pressured from Notch, how much I HATE being pressured.
"WATCH OUT!", those were the two words that pressured me A LOT
THG: Painting the Light The paintbrush leaves a long trail of gold across the wall. Another, shorter stroke becomes a gentle ray of sunlight. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch the setting sun through the open windows behind me. I study the colors hard, turn back to the wall, and carefully mix just the right shade of orange on the circular board covered in globs of paint that sits at my feet. Dipping my paintbrush in, I gently paint the tips of the clouds in the rosy hue.THG: Painting the Light3 years ago in Drama More Like This
After taking a moment to make sure the pink blends perfectly with the oranges, golds, and pale purples, I step back to admire my work. The effect is absolutely dazzling, completely magical. At the bottom of the wall, there is a strip of golden sun and at the top, the darkening sky of evening. In between them, a bunch of fluffy clouds of varying shades of the sunset sky filters in through the win
Awful Edges: Chapter ThreeAwful Edges: Chapter Three4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter Three: Sad Excuse
Most people don't have a childhood that's exactly good or bad. Don't get me wrong, some do go through enough hard stuff in their kiddie years to mold their personality, like ground water carving out a cave, but really bad experiences well, they're reserved for a lucky few. It's the kind of mark left on a person like Veser, I guess. He didn't need to spell it out for me, okay? I know it's none of my business but it's not exactly hard to tell.
I can only guess that it's out of sympathy that I let him stay. I can't exactly relate to somebody like Veser, but I do know what it's like when you've got no place to go. That, and I apparently have a strange fascination with welcoming mental and physical damage into my life. Since Hanna had decided to just burst in, I figured I might as well step aside and hold the door open for more abuse. Why the fuck not? Might as well not waste the cash on remodeling.
Dandelions and Valley SongsI've long since given up trying to remind myself who I am. It doesn't matter that I survived the Hunger Games, or that I was the Mockingjay. District 12 is in ruins. So many people I love have been ripped from my life that I've lost all sense of identity. I never knew how much I depended on them to find my true north. Now that they're gone, I'm broken. The Mockingjay died with the end of the war, she died with Madge, with Finnick, and with Prim. She died when the person she trusted most escaped to District 2, to lick his wounds and wash the stain of her sisters' blood from his hands. It will never be gone. Not for me. No matter how much I miss him, I'll never look at him the way that I did before the Reaping. That Gale is gone forever. Without the people who gave me purpose, I don't want to be Katniss Everdeen anymore. I don't want to remember. But I do. I see their faces every night, hear their screams in every cell of my body. Sleep brings terror, but morning is unbearably worse. ItDandelions and Valley Songs3 years ago in Romance More Like This
In Peeta's Eyes 12: Keep YouIn Peeta's Eyes 12: Keep You3 years ago in Drama More Like This
When I enter the sitting room just down the hall from my and Katniss' room, I see her and Caesar talking. She's breathtaking in a short white gauzy dress with a pink bow and matching shoes. We don't match exactly, seeing as I'm wearing white pants and a red shirt, but we do match the vases of red and pink roses situated around the loveseat. Luckily, there will be no live audience for this interview, but we will be broadcast live to the whole nation.
I walk up to Katniss and pull her to the side by the elbow. "I hardly get to see you," I say, taking her hand. "Haymitch seems bent on keeping us apart."
She hesitates. "Yes, he's gotten very responsible lately."
I can tell that she wanted to say something more, but I don't press her, acutely aware that there are too many chances of b
Herobrine X Reader ~Chapter 9~Herobrine X Reader ~Chapter 9~2 years ago in Horror More Like This
A/N Da herro everyone :3 I decided to get off my lazy butt today Oh and If you’re reading this, you know who you are.. I hope you got some food for meh at GoLden cORal… Oh and uhm…. was leadership weekend fun? I bet you hAd lots of fun hahahahahahah I’m so glad I didn’t go
~The readers POV~
‘Oh no’ you think as you hear a strong hissing noise. ‘Not this please’
The white flashes red and you feel yourself fall. “Damn I shouldn’t have worn shorts today.” You feel blood oozing out of some place on you (what you think is) your leg. “stupid ringing noise” you get up and rub your head. Everything has gone from white to black. Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your side. A skeleton had shot you…….. ‘half a heart warrior haha’ You know what you have to do “HEROBRINE” you yell as loudly as possible before you pass out.
Herobrine POV (ha-ha the real brain isn&
Mias and Elle - Chapter 9Elle lay on her back in an awkward position and uncomfortable silence only broken by her occasional gasps of air. It felt as though her innards were twisting around inside of her, and it was making her nauseous; Mias made her nauseous, at least, she hoped that it was nausea.Mias and Elle - Chapter 94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cheeks burning red, lips swollen and tingling, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She wished that she could get in a calming breath to centre herself, but it was proving difficult what with the painful pounding in her chest. Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed her forehead with the palms of her hands. This was becoming a habit of her body to go into this strange panic whenever Mias got so dangerously close.
Bored, and having nothing better to do, and liking the idea of being washed of the contact of Mias, she ran a bath. With no intention of relaxing, especially considering what had just happened not making her feel very safe letting her guard down, she made it quick. Before lathering herself up,
We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:We Are All Going3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.
And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.
Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.
Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.
You may never have known these names
Until my inky sentiments for their last words.
Just another jumble of letters on the list of the dead
Yet there's something wonderful in what they said.
When McKinley was shot
And didn't die for days
His wife screamed: I want to go too.
And he just said: We are all going.
I suppose Mr Edison was righ
Mias and Elle - Chapter 7"You found it where, exactly?"Mias and Elle - Chapter 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Her, Berenos. I found her a few klicks in, east of the Decivus land."
The larger of the two, Berenos, stumbled over the hearth in alarm, the clatter making Elle's unconscious body shuffle and grunt. He tried repeatedly to assure himself that he had simply misheard his brother, that it was not true that they had become tangled in the affairs of the Decivus family, but a miscommunication was far too rare a thing between them.
"Mathias Decivus? You took her from one of them?!" He softened his voice as the body on the bed shifted again. "Abernos, are you completely mental? She can't stay here; you have to get rid of her!"
"Don't be so cruel, brother! She seemed to need help "
Abernos stroked absently at the girl's hair, brushing his fingertips against her warm forehead as his eyes scanned her face repeatedly, taking it all in. There was something about her that made him smile, and even more so than usual. There was something so uniq
All I Ever Wanted When I go to bed that night, it is long past midnight. I am afraid to fall asleep and let in the nightmares, but I am so exhausted that I can barely keep my eyes open.All I Ever Wanted4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I didn't used to be scared of the nightmares. But that was because I had him. He was always there for me, and now he's not. He hasn't died, or been captured, or anything like that, but still he is gone. I try so hard to reach him, but I can't. I understand that he was hijacked and all that, but I want him back so badly it hurts.
Maybe someday I'll be able to live without him, but right now I can't. He is gone far too soon. I need him so desperately, and I hate it. I hate relying on other people; I didn't used to hate relying on Peeta. I used to love it, enjoy every moment he held me at nigh
Coming Out Part 1Title: Coming OutComing Out Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: E for now
Parings: Joel/Sonny Joel/Lindsey
Warnings: Guy/Guy love. Don't like, don't read okay?
Summary: Joel finally comes out and he brings a name along with him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Joel Zimmerman, Sonny Moore, Lindsey Gayle or anything else. Only the fic idea. I make no profit from any of this!
"Hey Lindsey, could we talk?" Joel asked his girlfriend as she sat next to him on the couch,
"Yeah, what's up?" Lindsey asked him, slightly concerned.
"Uh, what would you do if I told you I was gay?" He asked. She looked at him for a second and started to giggle.
"What would you do if I told you I was gay? What if I liked some other dude?" Joel tried again. Lindsey's smile turned to something a bit more serious. Joel could of sworn he saw a bit of shock there too.
"Oh, well I guess I-I would just want to know who it is." She said trailing off. Joel sighed a bit and chewed on his lower lip.
"Do you like someone else?" She asked h
Shadows and Sunsets: LateHe was late.Shadows and Sunsets: Late3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She had thought that in 3 weeks his timing would have improved
He was always late; she'd lost count of the restaurants she'd waited in until closing. It was embarrassing and painful.
She wasn't the kind of woman you kept waiting for long.
There were many admirers who would jump at the chance to dine with her and she figured it was high time Thane Krios knew that.
She'd gone home once it was obvious he wasn't going to show, opting to wait in her empty house with an expensive bottle of wine.
No surprise he'd managed to get inside without setting off the alarms.
She didn't turn around, holding the edge of her wine glass to her lips. It was her third glass and she knew if she finished this one she'd be nowhere near clear headed enough to deal with Thane. She looked out over the vast expanse of the Encompassing, watching the moonlight dance on the sea. It was peaceful, calming
He sounded out of breath, as if he'd been running. There was a steady
Elle and Mias Chapter 3Elle woke to a pounding in her head.Elle and Mias Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not again, she grumbled."Muuuunnngghhh."
She ruffled her brow. Dear god, please let this all have been a bad dream. Please. I'm just going to open my eyes and
Elle peeked at her surroundings. Slowly she raised her head and hoped that her 10x11 dorm room would greet her with its faded paint and dingy light.
Was there always this much green in our dorm? Maybe we have a mold problem. Please, be a mold problem. Please be a
As her eyes began to focus, it became more and more apparent to Elle that she was not in her dorm room. One-hundred foot tall trees towered over her. Leaves, dirt, moss, were everywhere she turned. Elle blinked. Was she in a forest?
Elle massaged her head. Well, a forest is much better than being trapped with that sex-crazed kidnapper.
"Oh good, you're awake." A tenor voice called out to her.
Elle stiffened. Would this nightmare never end? I thought I escaped!
Blue: A Percabeth ReunionI threw one arm around Hazel and one arm around Frank. "Come on," I said. "Let me introduce you to my other family."Blue: A Percabeth Reunion3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank whitened visibly, but Hazel did a little skip and gushed, "Ooh, I can't wait!"
I laughed at Frank's expression. "But first, we need to find something blue."
"What?" both my friends asked at once.
"Big too. Something they can see from the ship. Like a blanket or something. Any ideas?" I looked back and forth between them.
Hazel thought for a moment. "I think Octavian has a blue cape in the amphitheater, but "
"Perfect!" I interrupted. If I got to tick Octavian off in the deal, all the better. I started dragging Frank and Hazel towards
Die With MeDie with me in the morning hazeDie With Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To make our beating hearts unite.
Die with me on the darkest days
As we bask in each other's light.
Die with me when the stars align
And all the world begins to cry.
Die with me as our souls entwine
When angels tears fall from the sky.
Die with me as time ticks away
Those resplendent twilight hours.
Die with me as the pine trees sway
In the fields of golden flowers.
Die with me as I hold you tight
So we may share our last goodnight.
The Lesson LearnedPokemon Institute, a facility bent on nourishing young ones into able Pokemon trainers. It had a large and diverse group of adolescents, different ages and skill levels. They came from all over, from Kanto to Hoenn, to study with some of the best professors and experts on battling and breeding. Students came to find the best training available; however some found more than that.The Lesson Learned9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ash! Ash! Where are you?"
A young boy with messy black hair and russet eyes was walking towards his next class when he heard a feminine voice call to him.
He turned around to face her. She had long flowing raven hair and a perky disposition. She clasped onto his arm, which caught him a bit off guard.
"Where are you going? We were supposed to have lunch together!"
"Sorry Anna," said Ash, "but today's Wednesday, I have battle techniques now."
"Oh, sorry! I forgot," she giggled, "I'll meet up with you later then, k?"
She gave his arm one last squeeze before finally skipping away towards the