Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”
“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
Ayer. NejiHina. Oneshot (1)Ayer. NejiHina. Oneshot (1)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Parejas o Personajes Principales: NejiHina / Neji Hyuga y Hinata / Hyugacest
Rank: Ma (Contenido explicito de carácter sexual, violencia y palabras inapropiadas para menores)
Nota: One Shot creado para el concurso de Fanfics de Naruto Fanfics Español en DA! Tema estacional (Primavera / Otoño)
Sé que el cumpleaños de Hinata es en diciembre, pero para efectos del fic, será el otoño y no en invierno
DISCLAIMER: Los Personajes de Naruto y el mundo creado en él pertenecen a Masashi Kishimoto. Se utilizan sin ningún fin comercial.
Ayer pasó el pasado lentamente
con su vacilación definitiva
sabiéndote infeliz y a la deriva
con tus dudas selladas en la frente
ayer pasó el p
The end of Naruto sucks, and here is why, pt 1There is no way to express my disappointment with the way Naruto ended. I have followed the series through various forms for almost six years, the collections, shonen jump, and online. It had its ups and downs and there were times when the plot made no sense. Through it all I kept in mind that this was not my work, and I was but a humble reader of a well-known and beloved manga. However, when I saw the final issue of Naruto, something snapped.The end of Naruto sucks, and here is why, pt 14 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mostly, it comes from the coupling that Kishimoto did as a way to wrap things up. It was reminiscent of the epilogue of Harry Potter, where you see the kids and families of the beloved characters after they’re grown up. Perhaps it is wrong to compare such different works to one another, but I’m doing it to provide an example of the plot device working.
In Harry Potter, the major events of the story are wrapped up, and the pairings are treated more as a secondary reward to the reader rather than the reason for the story. Naruto flips t
1 percent can solve the world poverty issue1 percent can solve the world poverty issue3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I originally wanted to name this piece "Can the wealthy and the average person solve the world's poverty issue" But of course the title was too long, so .. You got ^^ that After doing the bottom part, a friend said I should name it "Can America alone solve the world's hunger problem, but I did not want to because I think it should be a global issue to address the hunger issue, not just an American problem
Wealthy people of the world
A friend and I were discussing world poverty issues because of something spoken about on television. My friend said that he wondered if the richest people on the earth could solve the world's poverty problem.. which then made me start thinking about this and this is basically my full "thoughts" on it that I wrote out
According to the World Health Organization, 26,000 people die every day of starvation, this includes 19,000 kids and 6,000 adults. A friend and I were discussing this and I wondered, could
WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt2Stepping into the forest was like stepping into another world entirely. Light struggled to pierce the dense canopy overhead creating dancing shadows that were as dark and bottomless as pits, the temperature was cooler by several degrees but the air was closer, invasively so, bringing with it a hundred subtle sounds and smells that positively made the hair on the back of Izbors' neck stand on end.WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Nervous boss?” inquired Vyacheslav. Izbor felt an ugly flash of irritation and leveled a chilly stare at the young pilot before tromping off through the loamy forest after their guide who had proceeded ahead.
“What’d I say?” blustered a perplexed Vyacheslav.
“You ought to know better.” Muttered Lars under his breath.
“Both of you shut up, if either of you had the good sense the Emperor gave a stone you’d know there’s a thousand Throne forsaken things just out of sight waiting to eat you, if Izbor has the good sense to be nervous then
A Trick to SleepIt was quite a sight for Mamori to see her fiancé struggling to get comfortable in the narrow train seat he was in. He fidgeted, and got up a couple of times, growling in annoyance and mumbled profanities that grew louder and louder, causing the others in the train to scoot as far away from him as possible. She could only watch sympathetically as she felt partly responsible for Hiruma's discomfort. "You really should try to get some rest," Mamori spoke up.A Trick to Sleep3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah, well, sleep would come easily to me if you remembered the fucking sleeping pills," Hiruma replied with annoyance.
"I'm sorry, but we did rush after your game and I had to pack for the both of us. You haven't slept for over 48 hours now."
"I don't think I can fucking sleep," Hiruma scowled as he sank into his seat.
Mamori sighed, knowing how Hiruma was hard to handle when he had this attitude on. "Are you nervous because we're going to visit your father? We won't reach there in the next two to three hours so--"
"I don't gi
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 7Peggy blinked as they came to the more open area, though it didn't look like it was going to be open long. There were already new buildings being constructed in the empty areas. She wondered why anyone would want to fill in all the empty space . . . but shrugged, realizing she had no clue how a city this size even managed to stay orderly. Felix led her down the road, which seemed to be made of a flat stone surface with no sign of where the stones met each other. She wondered if magic was involved in its construction. Her hooves seemed to clatter even louder against this surface than against the cobbles. It made her grateful for the noise of the construction.Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They made their way quickly to the Library's entrance and then Peggy stopped. In front of them was a long flight of steep stone stairs. "Felix . . . I don't know if I can get up those." Of all the issues she could imagine keeping her from finding out what she needed to know, this was the LAST that would have occurred to her. She pu
Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 1The light above the vanity flickered, throwing the room into a series of shadows. Babs Stone tapped the plastic casing with her finger, hoping to jiggle the bulb back into place. The room fell into complete darkness. After a moment, the light snapped back on, shining bright and steady. The prostitute leaned back towards the mirror.Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pulling up her chin, Babs checked her throat carefully. While she didn’t have a policy against rough stuff, she didn’t like when her clients left marks. It made it difficult when picking up another john, not to mention she simply didn’t like bruising on her neck. Satisfied, she tousled her long platinum blonde hair so it framed her face, then twisted open a cylinder of Fire Engine Red and smeared it across her lips. She could hear shuffling and smiled at the thought of the man on the other side of the door.
While she had several regulars, Babs liked Denny the best. He was always clean and smelled nice. More than that, he always called
The Furnish Is EverythingIt was 183 days ago when Minerva Kisling the Yiddish Mentalist first came to my train station. She toured the Neptune-Aries circuit in vaudeville. I had seen her glossy photographs a few times outside of the Easton theater and The Springhouse when she played there, but I never saw her in person. At least, I never saw her until the locomotive that was supposed to be bringing her husband failed to arrive with said husband.The Furnish Is Everything4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a redcap for the Southwest Lake Station with a half-dozen sisters, I scarcely could afford the ten cents or the time to see a vaudeville show on a regular basis, but the children working near the tracks would put on cheap imitations of the more popular acts in hopes of getting pennies rained on them. They would dab burnt cork on their cheeks, bug out their eyes, and sing or tell jokes. Often they received the most money when they stopped singing and went back to carrying bags. What the children failed to re-enact, they retold to me on slower days. I was more than pr
A+C chapter 15Chapter 15: Awaken to the worldA+C chapter 156 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Valdens eyes crept open as sleep waned; the whole experience of sleep was rather odd to him, he remembered feel very weak, Apolon had explained it as tired then he laid down and lost several hours in unawareness. He felt rather good now and stretched in the soft covers and bedding surrounding him, the feel of the high thread count cotton was much like satin and it slid over his flesh in a most pleasing way.
Valden purred with satisfaction then hopped out of bed, the room was alight in the glow of the just risen sun and the heat from its rays felt good. Valden stared at the bathroom for a long moment then decided he wanted to try the shower, after all, unlike angelic bodies, human bodies got dirty. He strolled in flicking his tail back and forth then cringed when his foot hit the cool tile floor.
That is not pleasant at all He murmured then tried to remember the workings of the shower. Apolon had said H was for hot and
10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy1.Zuko is not afraid to fight.Draco runs away every time he sees danger in front of him.10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2.Zuko became a capable firebender because his uncle taught him well.Draco got all the good marks at Hogwarts because he was Snape's favourite.
3.Zuko's girlfriend,Mai,is definitely cooler than Pancy Parkinson.
4.Zuko is capable of redemtion.Draco is not(those who think he is are really mad ficwriters).
5.Zuko treats his friends as equals.Draco thinks of his friends as of his servants.
6.Zuko can fight without bending(by using swords).Draco can only run away if he doesn't have a wand.
7.Zuko's dad is the №1 baddie in the story.Draco's dad is just the same cowardly nobleman as his son.
8.In the beginning,Zuko is an uncertain person with a struggle in his soul,while Draco is just a proud,cowardly and bratty(in a lack of a better word) aristocrat.In the end,Zuko is an ex-villain,who found peace after becoming good,while Draco is still a proud,cowardly and bratty aristocrat.
9.Zuko foollows his h
When an Angel Tamed the Devil"Valentine's day? That's the most bullshit idea I've ever heard in my entire life." Hiruma Youichi grumbled. He hates all the mushy and corny things he has ever heard in his entire life. He even thought of bombing chocolate companies for their foolish idea of coming up with such ridiculous event. Love is in the air indeed, for everywhere he walks upon, he saw couples, girls giving chocolates and confessing at the same time, and all sort of things that he think is horrendously mushy. He felt like shooting everyone with his AK-47 so that they would not remind him of the date.When an Angel Tamed the Devil3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfortunately, before he could enter AmeFuto's clubroom, he could smell the reek of the uber sweetness of chocolate coming from the inside. He wouldn't mind if it is his gourmand friend Kurita, but he does hope to see something not love-related.
"HORA HORA HORA!!!!!!" He screamed on top on his lungs and shoots randomly as he slammed the door open. Everyone who was in the clubroom ducked to save their dearly lives, e
avalanche.The Ogre rises up among its brother and sister peaks, the Monk and the Virgin, a craggy limestone buttress looming above most of the north-eastern part of the Bernese Alps.avalanche.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Eiger: 13,042 feet of sheer rock, cracks and treacherous ice-fields.
Many attempts to scale this uncompromising weather-battered mountain have been made over the years, but successful attempts didn't begin until 1938, with the brave perseverance of a team of four German climbers. As a twenty-year-old eager climber myself, I knew all the facts. The windswept North Face (Nordwand) was the height of all climbing careers when I'd been growing up. 1952 - the great year of the Eiger. In that year, twenty men made attempts on just the Mordwand - 'murderous wall' - alone, with eighteen of them making it to the triumphant peak. It was the year in which it seemed the hoodoo of the mighty Ogre was broken.
To a young Viennese piano-tuner, whose precise and delicate profession gave way to an intense, vigorous h
OrientalismIn the day, yellow sandOrientalism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the Taklamakan
coats the motorbikes
of your overlords
At night, this city's towers
gleam, a Chinatown of lights
(dragon gold, lantern red)
Here, you can eat
a Philadelphia roll
or a fortune cookie
on the side
Or you can dive
into a Pacific of
in wire cocoons
Don't get distracted
by the innumerable
neon kanji; trace
the tiny green
lights to the
at the end of
Rebirth of the Seer - Ch. 1Chapter OneRebirth of the Seer - Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Don't do this, Richard!" she yelled. Her voice reverberated from the walls of the meeting hall, seemingly preventing the elders from issuing a response. I sensed frustration overwhelming her and frowned. Now was not the time for Monica to become indignant.
"Get the devil out of there, woman," I muttered from where I stood, outside the abandoned church whose sanctuary was being used as a place of reckoning. The perfect guise for a covert organization, if I had to be honest. The grounds were surrounded by an ivy-choked wrought iron fence, the area poorly lit to discourage passersby from trespassing. I felt an undercurrent running through the very earth itself, as though spirits could pass through dirt and mark an area sacred. Incantations, no doubt. It made me the sole irreverent creature digging my feet into hallowed ground.
Indulging in a deep, steadying breath, I stopped myself from projecting the thought of caution to my watcher. Instead, I shut my eyes. My powers
The Library and the StarsIt was the oldest building in town. The amount of people usually would contradict the lack of noise. It was silent as a mausoleum, yet not as morbid. There were novels, comics and dictionaries filling rows of elderly wooden shelves. Today seemed to be especially marked by a dreaded presence, however. The townspeople would rarely leave their homes. Not because of the uncommon rain of summer on that day. But because there had always been a feeling of unmoved tension that lurked in the North.The Library and the Stars3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy was able to calm down by running through the collected pools of water residing in the dirt. He was running away. Going towards nowhere. He had entered, soaking, inside the pale and aged building, through the only door it had. All the way to the farthest corner, nobody was disturbed there. The boy thought as he finally slowed, satisfied amidst it all, for he at least found a good hideout.
The boy's deep panting scribbled on the blank sheet of silence. Outside the window was the painted portrai
without glass slippersCarson knew too well that when Vee stepped in and out of depression, she stumbled. Prozac alone could not break her fall. It put her in a delirium that left her groggy-eyed, yawning. When she went to nap it off, her sadness seeped through her dreams in whimpers and tearless crying. He had to dance her through it. The record player was always prepared, needle set to skip to songs that coughed up attic dust as they whined. Both of them wore their pajamas; they drew the curtains to a slight part and let the sun or the darkness stand witness, which ever was out there when their feet began. He took her hand and told her to watch her step, not for the sake of elegance but for what the waltz represented as a remedy. Although Vee frequently went barefoot or in sole-worn socks, Carson feared that he would look down at her feet and find glass slippers with fault lines etched across her toes. Their embrace would loosen, each step growing more reluctant than the last. Finally, the music would stopwithout glass slippers4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
husk.Tully and I each slump into a wooden rocker and kick off our muddy boots. I flick my glowing plait over my shoulder, sigh at the task at hand. Aunt Mona had, moments before, wrangled us inside only to send us to the front porch to shuck dinner's corn.husk.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"'s'lot of corn," I say, gazing beyond the bucket to the open fields, and then further, to the trees at the start of the thicket. I think of the watermelon, half carved in the kitchen, wipe the sweat from my brow, "'s'lot of sun."
Tully picks up a piece of corn, runs one finger along the corn silk sticking out of the top, then rubs it under her chin. She lowers it, yanks the green husk away to reveal the soft yellow glow below.
"Looks like gold," she says, twisting the freshly peeled ear before my eyes.
"Or dandelion seeds," I say. She tosses the corn into the empty bucket, picks up another piece from the porch, hands it to me.
"Think we'll ever get to leave?" she asks.
Aardrin's StoryStupid mistakes caused my mane problem.Aardrin's Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the Sun WalksI will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.As the Sun Walks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With careful steps I will do my best to stay up and awake,
Though the sun has no problems with this,
I do we are far apart, Sol and I, fire and earth.
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them,
To the best of my ability, be the tip of the invading spear as it
Mirthfully chases away the night, calling that day has come,
Let Night retire to their mutual couch!
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.
For the morning is a sort of table, a place of parley between
Light and Dark, and between silence and noise.
You, walker, with me walk the sidewalks of Clinton where
The faithful scholars walk, and the two of us will be quiet.
Perhaps we will speak, but it will be a calm speech,