The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 13Opera Populaire during CrisisThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
NiGHTS dashed through the backstage area of the Opera Populaire in desperate search to find Madame Emily. As he waded himself through the huge crowds of evacuating people, NiGHTS heard-
"No! You can't come back here! You are not permitted to come back stage unless you are a performer! Stay back! HELP!" Madame Emily screamed at a large group of police and men with pitchforks who were trying to force their way into the backstage. Will run all around the mob, yelling the same orders as his mother so that the back of the crowd would hear too.
"Madame! You must let us through! The Phantom is a felon! He must be stopped!" The Police Chief yelled back at Emily. At sight of the scene, NiGHTS bolted over her defense, helping her hold off the mob.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" NiGHTS ruthlessly yelled, scaring away most of the crowd except a few stage crew workers and policeman. Turning towards Emily, NiGHTS quickly asked, "Where did he take her?"
Emily grabbed NiGHTS's arm an
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 2Opera Populaire: ShowtimeThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Later that night Helen's big debut, and she really stunned the audience! She looked gorgeous in a long red dress that showed off her curves and diamond barrettes in the shape of flowers clipped in her long blond hair. Not only that, but her voice was a sweet sounding Soprano pitch that could project all around the Opera House. She sang:
Think of me
Think of me fondly, when
We've said goodbye
Once in a while,
Please promise me you'll try
When you find,
That once again you long
To take your heart back,
And be free
If you ever find a moment,
Spare a thought for me
We never said
Our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea...
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen,
Don't think about the things
Which might have been
Think of me
Think of me waking, silent
Imagine me, trying too hard to
Put you from my mind...
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the thin
For a Crow on a Telephone Wirebeing black is oppressive,For a Crow on a Telephone Wire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ballast in a body that should not
sit so elegantly on a flimsy wire.
lines should tense or bend
beneath your weight, but you have bones
formed of wind
and ride on things less dense.
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11Opera Populaire: Chamelan and Jackle's OfficeThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 113 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As soon as NiGHTS arrived with Helen back at the Opera Populaire, he knew that he would need to make an improtant visit with Chamelan and Jackle regarding the Phantom's production of Don Juan Triumphant. Since this was his opera, he was to decide who would get each roll, and as assumed, he gave Helen the leading soprano roll. NiGHTS was completely against it, because he knew if she took the roll, her life could be in danger.
"We can't do this!" NiGHTS exclaimed at Chamelan and Jackle. "I will not let you and this Phantom put Helen in this opera! The only reason he wrote it was to get closer to Helen! We have all been blind! He is using all of us in order for him to be able to take Helen!" NiGHTS rebelled, trying to sway their decision and let her be.
"I'm sorry NiGHTS," Chamelan apologized, "but you and I both know that this must be done. We now know, after the hanging of Clawz that we must strictly follow his orders... or else we may lose
Raven's TearsRaven's Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting in a tree
Perches the raven of the morn
Peaceful and serene
Mourning the loss
Of everything she means
Her eyes of red do stare
At abyssial darkness within
Her mind held in rapture
Lost in itself
And from her crimson eyes
Silvery tears do fall
Against the ebon feathers
Tragedy of it all
She calls so low and quiet
No one hears a sound
Leaves cloak her
No one notices she is around
And from her crimson eyes
Silvery tears do stream
Against her ebon feathers
As she releases a silent scream
Nothing will stop the pain
She knows inside she is dying
Her soul is breaking
As she sits there crying
And from her crimson eyes
Silver tears slide
Over ebon feathers
As the fire dies inside
Raven Marie Shadows
Sentence Prompt-DrabblesCurtain:Sentence Prompt-Drabbles5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Desmond found that he could compare the way Shaun hid their relationship outside of their darkened rooms and hidden spaces to a curtain concealing a beautiful set from the awaiting crowd.
The night after he first killed a man was spent outside in the cold until his body forgot what it was to be warm, until it forgot the heat another human ould bring- but when he came inside Shaun was right there to help him remember.
Looking into a mirror was one thing Desmond avoided ever since he was forced to watch his face contort in pleasure by a certain historian.
Never in his life had Desmond even thought about learning to waltz, but at this moment as Shaun led him around the bedroom they were using as a makeshift ballroom, he decided that it wouldn't be so bad to start taking lessons.
Pearls were something that Desmond had a secret affinity for, so it was a complete(but very, /very/ pleasant) surprise when he found one on h
Fever"Oh sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Mamori came into the room, pulling up a chair next to her young daughter's bed.Fever3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She placed the bowl of cold water on the bedside table and proceeded to wring out the water, laying the towel on Akari's heated and damp forehead.
Mamori could see the lack of a twinkle usually found in her daughter's eyes as Akari sniffed and sneezed.
Mamori couldn't help but worry.
The light coughing from Akari's cold had turned for the worse when it had suddenly started snowing while she was walking home with her mother and brother.
Flu season, Mamori thought.
"Here sweetie, drink some tea, it'll make you feel better, I promise."
She blew on the steaming cup of honey lemon tea and lifted it to her daughter's lips. Akari took a small sip but made a pained face when she tried to swallow.
"Mommy everything hurts." The little girl cried between labored breaths, as Mamori's eyebrows knitted in concern.
Just then, her father walked in. "Youichi, she's burning u
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 10Helen's Bedroom next morningThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 103 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next morning, Helen woke up right as the sun rose over the horizon. She looked to her right, smiling to see her love, NiGHTS, still asleep in the chair next to her. Getting out of bed she went and put on a long, flowing black dress, with a long black cape to go over it. On the table next to her bed was a vase with 5 roses tied together in a black ribbon. Helen grabbed them from out of the vase and headed for the door, but then she saw NiGHTS again, and she couldn't resist. Helen quickly and quietly kissed NiGHTS's forehead without waking him up, and then left the room, headed for her carriage.
As she walked out of the Opera House's entrance, she saw her carriage driver standing around in the falling snow, looking for someone who needs to go somewhere. As Helen approached him he smiled, and bowed to her.
"Good morning Miss Cartwright! Where would you like to go?" he asked excitedly.
"Could you please take me to the cemetery?" Helen asked quiet, and somew
Personal Space- HiruMamoAuthor's Note: Ah... my fluff...Personal Space- HiruMamo6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is a well known fact that Hiruma Yoichi has problems with personal space. Sena saw it when Mamori had saved him from Hiruma on the day that he found out he had been accepted into Deimon. Sena had also noticed it a few more times as well and had asked Mamori about it once.
"Well, for a normal person there is one main reason for the invasion of another's personal bubble." She emphasized 'normal' in an exasperated tone, she'd just gotten done having another fight with Hiruma over him. "Mostly it's familiarity, but sometimes it's used for intimidation... for the not so normal people." Here she had shot Hiruma a glance where he was 'obliviously' typing on his laptop across the club.
"Like... with Hiruma it's intimidation and with my mom it's familiarity?" Sena had asked. Mamori had nodded with a smile, then changed in a split second to 'Protect Sena Mode,' making him flinch.
"Has he been picking on you aga-" She was cut off when Sena h
AC: WeddingShivering slightly in the old chapel in Monteriggioni, Desmond offered an apologetic grin to the man stood next to the altar, who grinned back, and glanced up as Lucy strode through the doorway.AC: Wedding3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She let her head bow, and glanced slyly at Shaun, who was blushing in the faint candlelight. He made his way slowly towards the altar as the slightly tinny sound of the wedding march played in the derelict church.
Shaun and Lucy paused next to Desmond and Becca, Lucy fighting down the urge to smirk as Becca hit stop on her mp3 player. Shaun straightened up, rearranging the flowers he held properly.
"Ready?" Their makeshift minister asked, and Shaun nodded firmly, his face set, as Desmond broke into a wide grin, bouncing on his heels slightly.
"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to witness the joining of these two persons in holy matrimony. If anyone here knows of any reason that these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
A moment of silence filled the air, befor
OlderTime is a lonely bastard child. I knowOlder5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how it feels.
I explore the spaces inside, moist hollows
where the angels once worked
their mischief. Strange
what you can grow accustomed to. I probe
the old scar tissue: smooth, numb
in places. I imagine I can feel
their shades, tactile afterimages: a zombie
reflex, a longing
for a longing. It pulls
at the center of my chest.
I miss the certainty of need.
I examine new possibilities, take
steps, show interest, craft a proposition,
cut a book deal. I have always been honest,
for others, even at my worst. I read. I write.
I observe, offer advice. Business is easy
to come by.
I have my way with words.
I nurture the spark, zap
it with alternating current, breathe life
into the old girl. She gags,
stutters for breath, settles into a ragged
purr. Obsolete and in need
of a tune up, but serviceable. Not so nearly
IDidThisToLookLikeIWasWorkingOnce upon a time, there was a magical fairy princess named Leonardo, who was friends with a not so magical elf named Ezio. By coincidence, the famous painter, Leonardo da Vinci, also had a friend by the name of Ezio, but none of those people have anything to do with this.IDidThisToLookLikeIWasWorking4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, Shaun Hastings was practicing yoga for stress relief when, suddenly, the roof caved in because Templars. There was a shriek like that of a little girl, and Lucy and Rebecca shouted in surprise, too. Seeing how frightened they all were, Shaun decided that this was a job for SUPER SHAUN. He stood up confidently and tore open his sweater vest, revealing a second shirt with a magnificent letter "S" and an elegant, flowing cape. Then, he flew up, up, and away through the hole in the ceiling to go find a more suitable environment for his yoga session.
Later that same day, Cheziray and Malik danced at a fantabulous rave, even though none of those things ever existed in the same time period.
Moral of the story: Altai
Anita Blake - Jean ClaudeJean Claude woke up alone again. The room was as dark as pitch, yet he could make out the fine details of it like he was in sunlight. He was in one of the many bedrooms under the Circus of the Damned. It was simply decorated with black carpeting, a couple of leather chairs and a chest of drawers that had some of his spare clothes. He stood up in one swift motion throwing back the black and red silk sheets. He loved the contrast they made against his pale complexion and it made him think of Anita and himself twisted together in the sheets. It made his insides ache that she rejected him at every turn. What was he doing wrong?Anita Blake - Jean Claude8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jean Claude realised he had been standing still looking at the sheets for sometime. He was wasting precious darkness. He needed to feed. Quickly, he pulled out a white shirt, jeans and grabbed the boots he had left beside the bed and went into the bathroom. This was his favourite bathroom in the Circus. It contained a large bathtub, more like a spa, that could hold
dawn and paul forever part 1dawn and paul forever part 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
dawn was sitting on her couch watching the Jefferson's and eating popcorn in the dark when the door rang.
"hold on," dawn said while she was turning on the lights and turning down the volume of the TV.
dawn opened the door and saw Paul.what is he doing here dawn thought.
"hey dawn," Paul said.
"hey Paul," dawn said confused.
"can i come in" he said nervously.
"yeah, sure" she said still confused
dawn walked to the couch and sat down.Paul followed her and sat down next to her on the couch. silence filled the room, so dawn turned the volume up on the TV. dawn took a look at Paul and saw that he was shaking. it was a little cold in there so she put a sheet around him.
"so Paul, did you need to tell me some thing" dawn said nervously.
"yeah i do," he said, "but i don't want you to freak out when i say it."
dawn looked at him, held his hand and said " i promise i won't freak out"
saying that made Paul happy that he can tell her almost every thing. dawn was a little nervous for what he was a
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 8Opera Populaire ( about a week after II Muto )The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the winter holidays passed, all of the cast members were gain time off until the annual Masquerade Ball that took place at the Opera Populaire every year on New Year's Eve to celebrate prosperous year, and prepare for the upcoming year. As tradition, everyone would sing and dance to the song "Masquerade" at the ball. Everybody had an assigned part to sing, because they had rehearsed this before the holidays, so were about to show the public what they learned. Anyone who was involved in the song/dance put their masks on as the maestro tapped his wooden stick on the podium, signaling the symphony to get ready. Suddenly people started to dance to the beginning music, and sing:
Paper faces on parade.
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Every face a different shade.
Look around -
mask behind you!
Flash of mauve.
Splash of puce.
Fool and king.
Ghoul and goose.
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 14Phantom's Trap DoorThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 143 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
NiGHTS plummeted down for about 2 seconds until he splashed down into a pool of water. Just as he hit the water, he realized that he had fallen into a giant cage that quickly began to sink further and further underwater.
NiGHTS tried to find a way out of the cage before it lowered all the way into the water; drowning him, for he forgot his mask that turns him into a dolphin. Holding his breath, he stuck his head under the water looking around for something; anything that would stop the cage from lowering. Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye: a lever. Getting one last breath before the cage was engulfed completely in water; NiGHTS was able to guide himself through the water, swimming to the switch frantically.
With adenaline rushing through his veins, he grabbed the lever and pulled for dear life. NiGHTS started to run out of breath, causing himself to pull harder. He knew he only had about 5 seconds of life left, unless he could get the switch to move. NiGHTS p
what y0u l00k like- SolKarwhat y0u l00k like- SolKar3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes you like to pretend you aren't blind.
You like to close your hollow eye sockets, take deep breaths, and imagine that you are on Prospit, with your friends.
Sometimes, instead, you just lapse into memories. Like that one time you and Karkat laughed hysterically, slumped over one another after Eridan stepped on a horn, tripped over the one-wheel device and fell on his face.
You remember back to fun days spent excavating with Aradia, back when you were just barely five sweeps old. You remember finding the skeleton of what you both instantly assumed to be an ancient scalebeast, but ended up being regular troll remains.
You remember when Karkat came over to your hive for the first time and you kicked his ass at every game you owned, laughed through his tantrum, and gave him a big hug when he apologized for almost wrecking your mainframe. You liked this memory the best, because you alway
reali swear to Godreal9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
RevengeI never laugh.Revenge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never smile.
I never speak.
I am too 'shy'.
What they did to me,
It was too hard.
I wasn't strong enough,
In my heart, it is dark.
I want to see them bleed.
I want to see them cry.
I want to kill them .
Just let me try.
I'm not that weak,
I can do that.
I tell you what's wrong with me,
I am mad.
It makes me happy,
Happy, too see them cry.
I would just laugh at them,
And show them my insane smile.
Yes, maybe I am insane,
One day I'll kill them.
I show them how it is to suffer,
Who's that helpless child then?
They'll all be dead soon.
And they'll see,
see and regret,
everything that they did to me.
The Names We Are GivenShe says, 'I'm furry!' with the ease of a child.The Names We Are Given11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He says 'I'm kin with the beasts of the wild.'
They say 'We're kin of a particular kind,
And there is division in the back of their minds.
I say, 'Embrace me!' as I make my own way,
And I think that inspite of what all 'they' might say,
There is more to bind us than there is to divide,
For we all hear the whisper of the Nature inside.
Werewolf Genre Guilty Pleasures"There's a place for everything,Werewolf Genre Guilty Pleasures2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
There's a place for everything
Where it ought to be"
If you've read my earlier essay (http://fav.me/d5t6ss7), you know that there are tropes and aspects of the werewolf genre that really bother me. Some of them I feel are completely broken or reflective of a creative culture that I feel is outright broken (Hollywood's depiction of women being the big one). Yet there are some things in the genre that I know are clichéd and kind of stupid, but I like them anyway. I know that it's not what the refined werewolf snob should be doing, yet I put it in my own work.
Odds are that some of your own favorite - and least favorite - werewolf genre stuff will be in here. That's okay. This isn't an essay to bash what I think is wrong. It's a monument to suspension of disbelief. Ultimately, werewolves can be whatever you want, provided that you can get your audience to buy into it.
In no particular order, of my five guilty p
Howlin Cafe preview A man in a business suit, an old fashioned hat, and a fine pair of gloves walked into the Cafe la Marks. No one even glanced, businessmen often come to the cafe. He sat down in a booth near the kitchen, carefully laying his brief case on the seat next to him. The waitress came up to him and he ordered a black coffee, as well as a stake, as rare as could be made.Howlin Cafe preview4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Will that be all sir?" asked the waitress.
"For now," he said, glancing at the clock, and sipping his fresh coffee. "It is almost the lunch rush isn't it?"
"Yes, we always get a packed house here, I'm surprised that me and the other waitresses can keep up with it."
"That's good. Very good. I suppose you'll be busy, I'll let you cary on. Thank you."
He sat and waited, occasionally glancing at the clock or his watch as people began to poor into the small establishment, until she arrived. A woman dressed in a tan slender dr
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 7Rooftop / Balcony of Opera Populaire ( only seconds after the hanging of Clawz )The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"There is no Phantom of Nightopia!" NiGHTS assured Helen, walking out onto the rooftop in to the lightly falling snow, but she knew that he was very wrong.
NiGHTS, I've been there
to his world of unending night
To a world with the daylight dissolves into darkness... darkness...
NiGHTS, I've seen him!
Can I ever forget that sight?
Can I ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face
in that darkness... darkness...
Slowly zoning out, Helen slowly walked across the rooftop, letting her cape drag, slowly starting to smile and looking out to night sky, she sang:
But his voice filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound...
In the night there was music in my mind...
And through music my soul began to soar!
And I heard as I'd never heard before
Slowly starting to come back to reality, she turned back to NiGHTS who had a confused expression on his face. He thought she was ter