Happy Birthday, My Hero AmericaXReaderHappy Birthday, My Hero AmericaXReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So what's the first thing you usually do on your birthday, Alfred?" You asked your country boyfriend as you sat on the couch, petting your small brown chihuahua, Skipper. (DON'T JUDGE ME! I WAS 3 WHEN I NAMED HIM!) It was quite ironic how it was also your dog's birthday on the 4th of July.
"I'm full American so the first thing I do is deck the first British guy I see!" America ended with a laugh. You smiled. The two of you had only been dating since December now. You had forced him to live in your basement. You practically kidnapped your own country, for Christs sake! But somehow, after some drama...he somehow came to love you back. (Okay...the reader/story is based on me!)
"So you're going to punch England?" You bluntly said. Alfred nodded.
"Of course!" He took your hand and made you stand up. "Let's go visit him now!" He smiled as you picked you up and took you outside. Seriously...how were you going to go to England so fast? Oh yeah huh...America's jet. You sweatdropped.
The Minions' MinionThe Minions had been given a job. They would be breaking into the Tower of London to steal the crown to prove themselves to their new boss. They were in the process of being given their gadgets by their boss' husband, Herb.The Minions' Minion3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bob was given a stretch suit for reaching great heights and faraway objects. Kevin was given a lava lamp gun that fired actual lava. And Stuart was given... a hat. A green hat that more resembled a deflated beach ball than a tool of evil. But Herb explained that the hat was capable of hypnotizing any who looked at it.
All by itself, the hat began to inflate to about the size of a beach ball and a colourful spiral appeared on its face. The sudden change in weight distribution threw Stuart off balance and he found himself turning away from Herb and towards his two compatriots before stumbling forward and knocking them aside. He managed to bring himself to a stop just in front of the door as a pair of high-heeled shoes came into view just outside.
"And how are my new h
The Outsider on The Abbey of the Everyman You know the overseers do have a reason for their irrational disdain and fear of anything with an allusion to me. Even if they themselves have long forgotten what that reason is. Their very existence and the foundation of the Abbey would not be, if it were not for the reason they have forgot. Many refute my existence, and the power of the runes, charms, and symbols. Yet, anyone who has held them can feel the void, and its power being channeled through these conduits. You yourself know this. If they really believed these things were unsubstantiated superstition, then why do they persecute the people who carry the charms? The abbey is older than Dunwall. When a large group converges they by nature descend on the few with unachievable abilities. When there were no more witches to burn, the church has kept all beneath from rising above it. Now they sway the affluent and control the masses.The Outsider on The Abbey of the Everyman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They may have forgotten the reason, but they remember
Uncharted Tomb Chapter 1Chapter One: EmploymentUncharted Tomb Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was chilly outside, even though it was spring. It was ok though, she liked it to be cooler. It made it easier for her to run and jump about and not fear heat exhaustion as much. The assault course that had been build in the side courtyard of Croft Manor had just goes under renovations and Lara was excited to try them all out for the first time. It had been at least three months since she had run a proper drill and she felt rusty. Of course she had her Ball-room-converted-into-a-gym but that offered little challenge to her. She lined herself up with the course, the wind gently blowing about her, raising goosebumps on her arms. She was dressed in a pair of camouflage fatigue pants and a dark gray tank top. Her hair pulled back into a tight braid to keep her hair manageable.
She took a step onto the wooden platform then up to the next step, walking all the way to edge, looked down at the sand pit below her. It was a two foot drop but falling was still out of the
DWMA Dossier: Takashi VelezName: Takashi A. VelezDWMA Dossier: Takashi Velez5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Common Names: Takashi, "Gunner"
Birthday: June 4th
Occupation: Meister, Tutor
Fears: Failure to protect and the loss of loved ones/teammates. The Creature (Lesser Kishin responsible for his parent's death.)
Love Interest: None (yet...)
Personality: Typical of a military brat; polite, clean, patient, and usually follows the rules. Mostly quiet, he does show a sense of humor at times. Very loyal to his friends, he'll go to great lengths to keep them safe, even if it puts himself in harm's way. If his comrades are injured during a mission, he'll blame himself, even if it's not his fault. Despite his chivalrous behavior, he does posses a dark side which has been noted since his parent's death. He's very vengeful, and will go to the same great lengths to get revenge on the one's who betrayed him, casting aside anyone's well being. It's during this time that he becomes distant, cold, cal
Gods in FleshDon't degrade my immortalityGods in Flesh6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Flesh I maybe
But capable of great things
Drenched in the blood of my past
It smeared the small of my back
Till I walked neck high
In unholy torment
Slay me but not my name
Celestial royalty I have my place
No hand has say in my path
I witness eons of struggle
With my mind devour
Dissect, produce, create
Inventor of the ages
Grow in spirit
Understanding will last my kin
Worship ourselves and outlast
Beings of light
Encased in flesh and time
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
I Am A WriterI am a deadly murdererI Am A Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a crazy psychopath
I am a gentle ruler
I am a war-driven tyrant
I am a secretive assassin
I am a jealous lover
I am a tortured soul
I am a ruthless god
I am manipulative
I am all-mighty
I am powerful
I am omnipotent
I am murderous
I am loving
I make sweet dreams
I make terrifying nightmares
I make tender moments
I make anguished deaths
I am the one
I am their god
I am a writer.
Starlight's Story Chapter 7She blinks a few times, adjusting her eyes when she steps out from the portal. NiGHTS still holds her hand and leads her out of the portal he made from his parloop. Starlight gasps when her eyes finally adjusts.Starlight's Story Chapter 72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There are several colorful balls spread along the grass covered ground. Several bags are stringed to branches by rope. There are even a few dummies made of wood, straw, and different objects that are hard for her to tell what they are, but the dummies look like rather familiar forms. The area looks like it is part of Pure Valley, but there are no nightopians or any sign of them. After seeing this Starlight rubs her eyes to make sure she isn't seeing things.
"NiGHTS, what is this place?" The bewild lime green maren asks, looking over all the different objects again.
"This is where I trained after I left Wizeman or more specifically where I let my anger go when I'm really ticked off." NiGHTS says. Starlight nods and notices all of the dummies look like the nightmarens NiGHTS has
loving armswith arms open wide,loving arms7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are always by my side.
from beginning to the end,
you can always be my friend.
love may be a word to 'strong'
as others may say.
but in the end,
who of them, has stayed?
the feelings i feel for you,
are too much to ignore,
you, my dearest love, my only treasure,
are the one, the only one, who i shall ever adore.
Rainbow by chigoJanuaryRainbow by chigo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am forced to grow up
Before my time
I get a little worse
Start to cry every night
I cling to old things
Try to turn back time
I start to write
An outlet for built-up emotion
I fall apart for real this time
Do things I now wish I hadnt
I staple up the gap in my chest
And begin hiding behind fake smiles
I retreat further behind my wall
Forgetting how to cry, laugh, or scream
I am caged
Trapped by my uselessness
I dont know what to do
Nothing seems to matter anymore
Ive snapped, it seems
Worse than before and oh so impossible to fix
I stumble upon something unexpected
A reunion, a confession, a promise
I start planning
Realizing that all is not lost
Though I am choking everyday
I am choking on rainbows
I swallow the be
65. HorrorWith a title of "Horror," you would expect me to write something of sterotypical horror; the gore and violence, or even zombies or ghosts, that the population's mind is predominantly set to when they hear "horror."65. Horror7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
No, its none of those, I'm sorry to say; but I shall speak of the horror of loneliness surrounding you, while the world around you binds together.
How would that be, for horror in life? How often do we come along loneliness and take it with much disdain? More than we encounter zombies I should think.
Some are taken by this horror much more than others; and I for one start to wonder what happens later on down the road if they let it affect them. I always wonder what happens: do they continue to live by themselves in this world, or do they eventually grow out of it, and move on from the past?
It scares me sometimes, to realize that some of the people close to me, are haunted by this everyday of their lives, having to live in their own world, alone.
44. Two RoadsTwo roads stood in front of me, both signifying either good or bad. On Memory Lane, the road divides, the dark side tempting me with its dark character, leading me into the terrible memories of my past; the brighter side, the one with the fonder memories pulls me away before I can walk into the deep abyss of my past.44. Two Roads7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.5. Dreams7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.
TearsOnce, there was a childTears8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who didn't know which way to turn
She just sat there staring
watching her village burn.
She didn't run from the fire
Why should she run?
She was watching her people die
Soldiers killing them for fun.
She didn't scream like the others,
or even run for her life
She didn't grab something to defend herself
too filled with strive
She just sat there in silence
Tears rolling down her cheeks
Watching the soldiers kill her people
Hidden behind a pile of old bricks
She could not scream
She could not run
She could not cry
She could only wait to live,
or even to die
The fire was burning nearer and she knew she should run
Either be seen by the soldiers
or burn like the sun
But she never moved from that place
Fear and sorrow in her heart
The fire soon reached her
Burning her body and soul apart
She didn't feel any pain
Her final tear dropping on the floor
And then darkness finally took her
And she felt no more...
Do NotDo Not4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do You See Me?
Do You Really?
Can You Tell
That I Fell
Fell I That
Tell You Can
Really You Do
Me See Yo
Brothers (3/6)Brothers (3/6)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a certain joy for Vagus when he was left home alone. Although being strictly forbidden from moving any further than the meagre boundaries set around the small house, Vagus was able to feel a sense of freedom. The borders of his small world may have not stretched far and wide, but they seemed to stretch a lot further whenever his parents were absent. His shoulders felt lighter now the burden of his father’s disapproving gaze had left him, and his arms seemed more mobile without his mother’s chains of iron discipline. For this short while, he was free, or at least as free as he would ever hope to be.
Vagus turned to his brother, Mycaelis, who sat perched on a nearby rock. The young Charmander was making a freakishly fast recovery since his awakening some hours ago. His more severe cuts had been covered and bruises lathered with ointment. Mycaelis had torn most, if not all, of the makeshift bandaging from his body; his pride simply didn’t allow it to be present
Monsters (1/6)Monsters (1/6)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A new day brought with it another bout of pain, another set of bruises and more long hours of bleeding and sweating under the jungle’s humid canopy. Left , right, back, back, back, right, another right, quick left, quick right…not quick enough. Crack! Bells were ringing in Mycaelis’ head when it collided with a thick tree trunk. The shock of the impact was just as familiar as the pain of splinters digging under his skin.
All familiar and all reoccurring, it was part of yet another training session with his father. For years in the jungle Mycaelis had been beaten down, and for years more he had always gotten back up to be beaten down again.
The cycle was endless and had only but one goal: To destroy who Mycaelis was in order to pursue perfection. A soul was but one of many flaws he had been born with that needed to be remedied. To his father, a soul was an imperfection, a defect, a sickness, one that kept a healthy Charmander like him from reaching his fullest p
How It Works: Chapter 1How It Works: Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Where have you been?!" cried Spike, his tail twitching with anger, but his shoulders sagging with relief. Twilight sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with a hoof.
"What's wrong Spike?" she looked around. Her bed was still tucked made from the day before, but it was slightly rumpled, as she had fallen asleep, without getting under the blanket. The first rays of sun blinked through the windows.
"What's wrong?! We couldn't find you anywhere, that's what's wrong! We've been searching for you since noon yesterday!"
"I'm a grown pony, Spike. I don't need to let everyone know what I'm doing and where I am going," Twilight grumbled. She didn't remember much from last night, she just knew that her eyes were stinging and her head pounding. Twilight walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Looking in the mirror she found a warped reflection staring back at her. Her mane stuck out in all directions, there were circle
Blunder and Lightning - 1 of 3Blunder and Lightning - 1 of 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dawn was fast approaching in Ponyville, with everypony still asleep... except for one.
In a clearing not far from Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie stood next to a large contraption while leafing through a hard-bound book. Eventually, she found what she was looking for, and closed it, reading the title on its cover once more: "Winged Species of Equestria."
It would serve her well. Then again, most the books she borrowed from Twilight usually did.
After placing the book inside the contraption's side basket, she hopped on its seat, placed her hind hooves on its pedals, and used them for their intended purpose. The contraption's wheels turned, allowing her to roll, as she steered straight ahead with her front hooves, first along a smooth meadow, and then down a speed-yielding hill.
Once she was satisfied with her acceleration, she made sure the path before her was clear, and then moved one front hoof from the vehicle's secondary controls. With a pull of levers, the adjustments she had recently