MK Guest Fighter: Barnabas Collinsfrom Dark ShadowsMK Guest Fighter: Barnabas Collins3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Costume 1: His cinematic reboot appearance (the Johnny Depp version)
Costume 2: His original televised appearance (the Jonathan Frid version)
Originally a human being from the late 18th century, Barnabas was an heir to the Collins family. He has had two lovers from different periods of his life. One of them was was his original love, Angelique Bouchard, a sorceress an maid who murdered his parents for not approving of their marriage. She became jealous when she saw that Barnabas Collins was falling for Josette du Pres to the point of forcing her to commit suicide and turning Barnabas into a vampiric monster so that he may be buried for years. Years have past and Barnabas Collins was free from his imprisonment. While he helped revive the family business, however, he still had conflict with Angelique, who admitted to putting curse on the Collins family. After he and his remaining family members killed Angelique, Barnabas resurrected
If I Could One More TimeIf I Could One More Time3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I miss that exotic feeling that I felt before
When the gentle desert breeze passed by me and sang their song
I could hear the Indian songs singing in the wind
The land was truly enchanted and truly unforgettable
I miss walking through that white sand
It felt like I was walking through the desert's snow
People made sand angels and slid down the triumphant dunes
Others just gazed off into the wonderous land of exotic beauty
I miss this exotic desert wonderland
Wishing that I would go back to it and dance with the Indian spirits
Dances with the wolves and the cayotes of a desert wonderland
This asylum was casted with a spell of enchantment
I miss seeing the artistic sky when the sun sets and rises
Heaven was casted upon this enchanted wonderland day and night
The stars at night would be the angel's orchestra with the Indian songs
This was my Heaven for me
In the desert wonderland I had a beautiful lover
Beauty and enchanment was in her
She reminded me so much of the desert wonderland
Crystalline Paint :: PoetryCrystalline Paint :: Poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a white room, white walls, white halls
White doors, white floors, a war begins, sans sins
In the midst of chaos and monochrome
Monotone: the tune of his voice; one note
D flat until he screamed himself a sore throat
Monotone: the beat of his heart; one note
Sanity barely keeping him afloat
White waters welcoming
Loving him grew addicting
White words white gestures
In a white room, white walls, white halls
A heart falls and stalls
And it bleeds
Dyes the universe green.
Crows don't careCrows don't care3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She brought him water. She wasn't supposed to, just as she wasn't supposed to approach him at all, but as customary, the guards rarely opposed the Daughters of the Merciful One in their charitable deeds. They did object though, given the nature of the convicted, yet she was still admitted at the gallows, with her white tunic and the bucket of water.
She stood on a cranky stepstool to reach him, and waved away the birds perching on the wooden frame the man's outstretched arms were tied to.
"The bastard ain't dead yet," one of the guards said, "but crows just don't care bout it, I s'pose."
There was a sad irony in that, she thought.
Crows and men alike.
She helped him to drink, even though the task proved to be more difficult than expected: the man had almost no strength left to keep his head from hanging against his chest, and seemed barely able to swallow. She was patient though.
Day after day she kept coming, bringing water, and when the guards allowed her, even some bread.
Behind the black screenThis black screen... didn't you ever wonder what was happening behind it?...Behind the black screen5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was so weird he felt like like
Please!! Please wake up!"
Zelda's voice Princess Zelda was calling for him ?
"Please open your eyes!"
But he felt so tired he just wanted to sleep Sleep and
-She was sobbing
"Please open them at least like this "
What did she mean by that?...
Link slowly rose his arm. And he heard her voice squeak in relieve:
Yet it only sounded like restricted relieve.
Zelda what was wrong? What was this desperate tone in her voice?
He could not sleep now And he knew that. He had something to do. A mission.
That's right. He promised her that's they'd put her back to normal! Exactly! And they had to hurry! So why was he lying here and doing nothing?!... How did he get on the floor in first p
We'll Never Know EverythingWe'll Never Know Everything10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll Never Know Everything
. . .You told me that my weakness
lies within my reasoning. . .
So I wondered if I should envy
Whatever it is that makes you be. . .
As I gazed upon you through your window
I watched it fog up due to the extreme humidity
It reminded me of the way we as people make impressions
An exterior doesn't always reveal all that lies beneath
One can alter the outer shell
To connate what they equate with physical beauty
So perhaps you don't have to divulge to them
All that lies deep within your memory
If they see what's on the outside
And have an infatuated attraction toward you for that reason
Perhaps that will be enough
And you don't have to divulge
All that has real meaning of love
Forever hibernating for the winter season
The facade is the wall that you call your body,
which now only comprehends misconstrued physical embrace
It use to be connected to your emotions
But regardless of time passing, it stays remains frozen
And suffer the inability to update
The only dif
Read Me a Story .:A short Dark Shadows fan fic:. "Barnabas," said Victoria Winters as she picked up her purse. "It was very kind of you to let me stay here."Read Me a Story .:A short Dark Shadows fan fic:.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well, I thank you for coming, Miss Winters," said Barnabas Collins. "Would you like me to show you to your chambers?
"Most certainly. I would really like that." Barnabas lightly touched her shoulder and led her to the front door of the Old House. As he did, Vicky thought, "Oh my gosh, he's touching me! Stay calm, Vicky. Stay calm!"
"Well, this is your room. I really hope it is to your liking."
Barnabas was about to leave when Victoria walked up to him and hollered, "Wait!"
"What is it, Miss Winters?"
"I have just one request."
"Alright. What is it?"
"Um... Will you... Wi
Spanish EyesSpanish Eyes9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Overflowing with life,
And renewed energy.
The surplus of sights and sounds,
Is raining down around you;
And while they discover the scent of hope in the air,
You feel the minority
Suffocating your freedom.
As you pass,
Spanish eyes flicker up to meet you,
A stranger's gaze, meeting yours for a
instant in time.
So why is it –?
You feel your breath hitch at the sight of her?
The answer is simple.
This mother is…
Meaningfully meaningless. . . . .
Separate paths, to separate ends.
Won't you take the time to turn your head and see where she goes?
The road looks smooth.
The earth seems gentle beneath bare feet –
Look with the glorious blindness
That every child has - -
The others have already made up their mind about her.
She does not have an identity.
She does not have a n
'Post War'- Part I - 'The visit' - Chapter III'Post War'- Part I - 'The visit' - Chapter III3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The front door opened into a small sitting room. As Evelyn expected, the room was pretty much like the sitting room of her own house in dimensions and just as dingy. Unlike her oddly well-decorated sitting room though, the dreary atmosphere at the Snapes house was compounded by the rather drab choice of furniture and colours. Everything was brown and sepia, and the scant décor seemed to be right out of a low-budget late 50s early 60s movie, with lots of odd trinkets scattered about. An old armchair in front of the cast iron fireplace fireplace was in dire need of reupholstering, as was the small dark russet leather couch in the middle of the room, and the rug was in even worst condition.
What did strike her, however, was the sheer amount of books. They covered every single wall from top to bottom, leaving almost no space empty. In fact there were so many of them, that it just looked as if they sprouted about like overgrown plants in an unkept garden. The shelves were f
Deaths Diary (Entry 7)Deaths Diary (Entry 7)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I write this 7th entry, I am reminded of periods in history that shaped human reception and opinion of me. I am writing these entries so that you might learn more about who I really am and how I see things so it is only reasonable that I present to you a few of the ways in which you humans have imagined and envisioned me
There are plenty of years and dates in history that leave a bitter taste in my mouth and a massive headache to deal with. God, just thinking about some of those days drives me mad. One that I remember extremely well is 1346 That had to be one of the worst years I've ever had the displeasure of working in, not only because it was a horrible year of history, but because it started a trend and stereotypical image of me that I can't stand. It was the year that Europe experienced the worst of the Black Plague and it was also the year that humans decided that I would look good in all black and with a scythe.
I've said before that I am not a fan
Rose- ScorpiusRose flipped the pages of her book absentmindedly as she sat at a table in the far corner of the library. She was tucked between various shelves, hidden from the view of the hawk-eyed librarian, Madame Pince. Her stomach growled and she closed her book, sighing. She had attempted to smuggle a blueberry muffin from breakfast in to the library but Madame Pince had sniffed it out before she'd barely crossed the threshold.Rose- Scorpius5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, leaning back in her chair she let her hair fall out behind her. The bushy curls of her mother combined with the flaming red locks of her father always left quite an impression. But now, with no one around to see them, they merely hung there like hair often does. Rose sat forward on her chair and rest her head on her arms. She closed her eyes and waited a few more minutes before she felt arms snake around her from behind. She jumped slightly and turned around in her seat.
"What?" The boy who stood behind her now raised an eyebrow, "Were you expecting someone else?" H
Deaths Diary (Entry 4)Deaths Diary (Entry 4)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You never forget do you?
You never ever forget the first time you do something. The first time you get married. The first time you go to school. The first time you ride a bike. God, I wish that I could think back on such pleasant memories but no. No, I can never forget the first time I removed a soul. I will never forget my first day on the job. It all started with Abel
Do you want to know what I find most disturbing about my first day on the job? The most disturbing thing is that this first one wasn't a natural one. Abel didn't meet me through old age or sickness no Abel met me because of homicide. How twistedly and disgustingly ironic that my first would also be my first homicide. I remember it I remember it so well. It's as if I were still standing in that field now.
It was cloudy that day, it could have rained. In fact, I have a feeling that the weather itself knew what was about to happen and it was ready to mourn. Why not? My work brings pain. I was
Waves of AquamarineWaves of AquamarineWaves of Aquamarine7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
D-Danny? Sams voice became hoarse and she blushed. H-How ? W-What ?" She struggled to find the words on her dry lips. Sam ran her tongue over them and found Danny's eyes focused attentively on it. Her feet clumsily backed up into the chair and she sat down shakily, holding her head. How was he still this young? Why was he here? The questions were like a tide pool, swirling in her mind and muddling her senses.
Danny watched her, still trying to comprehend what he saw in front of him. If Sam was this age then that meant the doctors and scientists weren't lying. He really was still the same age. Now was not the time to think of that. He watched her holding her head and shaking it, attempting to make sense of what she saw.
"Sam?" his husky voice shook her stupor. She looked up and her eyes panicked as her brain finally clicked.
"We need to get you out of here," she whispered quietly before rising to a full onslaught. "We have to get you
Caution on the Winds: Prologue ReaderXLoki fanfictCaution on the Winds: Prologue ReaderXLoki fanfict3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Caution on the Winds
EH! EH! EH! EH!
Flinging your hand to your left, you sat up in bed on that dreaded Monday morning, your hand slapping down on the annoying buzzer of your alarm clock. You glanced over at the hand made clock your father had bought for you in Florida on your Senior trip 3 summers ago.
You fell back on your pillow, the pillows making a puffing sounds around you. Why did I take that stupid job? You asked yourself, rolling over and hesitantly sticking your feet out from under the covers. They touched down on the wood floor and you gasped as your toes froze. You fumbled for a few minutes, trying to find your clawed fur slippers at the edge of your bed but after a minute sat up and looked over the edge. They weren't in their normal spot, in front of the nightstand between your black high heels that had been carelessly tossed to the side the
Boom Boom BabyBoom Boom Baby3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gokudera ran as fast as he could, he could hear screaming and explosions just behind him.
He wanted to run. He wanted to run as far and as fast as his legs would take him. He
couldn't though. He didn't want to let down his boss; he had to keep his promise. Gokudera always kept his promise; he was an honorable Mafioso, for only a 7th grader any way. He was also full of determination to become the boss' right hand man, when he became of the age, that is.
So, without a worry in his smart little head, he turned to face the enemy. The living room wasn't that big, so he knew his enemy was near. The screams and shouts grew louder and the explosions and crashing were all around him. He thought up a strategy. He had to do this. He pulled out six dynamite sticks and with a sweep of his hands, they lit.
Gokudera, with quick and exact movement, threw the dynamite at his tiny enemy.
The explosion caused a lot of things to fall from their shelves and caused quite a bit of noise. As the smoke cleared
Deaths Diary (Entry 3)Deaths Diary (Entry 3)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, now that you know about more about me, maybe you should know a bit more about my work and how it goes. It all works something like this:
As I explained before: There is no scythe and cutting out your soul however, I'll admit, that it's not completely false. I have a schedule, you see. When someone's time comes, I am nearby. I don't choose their time the Big Man does. I'm just his errand boy. Once it's time is up, I know. I will kneel or sit next to your body (I rarely find a body standing up), and I reach into your body, and pull out your soul. I then wrap the soul in my arms and I carry it off to Heaven unless of course there are more to pick up in that time zone and area. In which case, I often get my arms full. What happens after that? Not my department not my problem. I have enough on my plate, thank you very much.
I do feel you know. I have that cap
Costume Party "But Mina," The Count whined, "I look ridiculous!"Costume Party4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No you don't. You look fine!" Mina countered.
The Count had been tricking into dressing up for a costume party that Mina was going to. "But I don't vhant to be dressed this vay!" The Count continued to complain. Mina has forced him into wearing a beat up leather jacket, no shirt, and jeans with a rip on the left knee. "I feel so exposed!" He explained as held the jacket closed over his bare chest.
"But we have to match in order to win my high school's costume contest!" Mina said as she entered the room in her costume. She wore a long clingy red dress with a white boa and had her hair pulled up into a tight high bun. "Now put you're wig on and lets go!" She demanded and held out a wheat blond wig that was already pulled into a low ponytail.
With a sigh The Count dragged
Amethyst Ocean-Chp.3Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom!Amethyst Ocean-Chp.38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: (AU, OOCness) Sam has loved the water and all the creatures in it, but after some bizarre circumstances she finds herself living with a creature only thought to be a myth. The Little Mermaid has nothing on this.
Note: Re-done, based on Feri-San's work
Chapter Three: A Slight Embarrassment
"Samantha Rebecca Manson! You are in so much trouble when we get our hands…on…you…" The male stopped short at the sight, his eyes going wide at the sight of his injured friend and the white-haired man with a black tail.
All three observed each other for a moment before Danny snarled out, "If either of you is Valerie I suggest you get over here and save my maid's damn life!!"
"Wha-what?" Valerie sputtered out; her eyes grew wide at the sight. "Th-this is impossible…"
Danny gave off another snarl as he watched the two gaped openly at him while his precious maid lost more and more blood. "