Always, chapter 1Always, chapter 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Kagome… don't go," he pleaded.
"I'm sorry, InuYasha, but you really hurt me. I need to go back. I don't know when I'll be back, I have a lot of catching up to do…" she told him coldly.
Speechless and defeated, InuYasha hung his head, and watched his companion jump down the well that would bring her back to her time. </i>Damn…</i> he thought. Why can't I just choose one?! He waited there for a few moments, hoping that maybe, just maybe… she hadn't gone through. But she had. The well was empty. I'm not going after her. If she wants to be there, then let her stay there! The faint smell of dirt and clay reminded him why she was so angry.
The night before last, everyone had been preparing to go to bed when InuYasha noticed that smell on the wind. Graveyard soil and clay.&
SoulXMaka chapter1SoulXMaka chapter13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Back to School~
Beep, BEEP, BEEP!!
Soul groaned as he rolled over onto his back and smacked away his alarm clock, causing it to smash against a wall. "Huuuuuuuuuhhh!" He groaned again as he stretched and lay there in his bed trying to go back to sleep. 'Now Maka's gonna have to buy me a new clock...again!' Soul thought to himself. 'She's going to be so mad.' Soul opened his red eyes and glanced down at the blanket that was covering his naked body, there was a bulge sticking up at one point and he smiled remembering the dream he had. He stretched again and decided to get up before Maka came in the room to make him get up. He walked over to his closet and started digging through it to find some clothes, he wanted to look cool for the first day back at school after their break, so he thought he should wear something clean; but not too nice. He looked around until he found some maroon colored jeans, a t-shirt, underwear and socks, and his headband that he got from Maka as a present at the
The Best Birthday PresentThe Best Birthday PresentThe Best Birthday Present4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
James sat next to the lake, watching the tide. He slowly sat up, thinking.
Where was Sirius, Remus, and even Peter? How could they forget?
James was alone with his thoughts, had anyone remembered? It was his birthday, but Sirius wasn't even with him to greet him. James had thought that maybe, just, maybe, they would do something, but no. They had stayed in the library when he went to the lake. Nothing to do, he just went back to the common room. He sat in the chair in the sunlight, alone. Where was everyone? Might as well go to the quidditch pitch for some fun. He got his broom and trudged to the large field. He got up on his broom when BANG! He was covered with confetti and cheering ringing in his ears. He opened his eyes to see Sirius and Remus bringing a cake shaped as a giant snitch. He looked at the mass of people to see a flip of red hair go into the locker room. He landed and rushed past Remus and into he locker room to see Lily. He went in and saw Lily
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
Diary of a Madman Bk II May 31Diary of a Madman Bk II May 314 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
May 31, 2011
MrGreenEyes: Her eyes floated as the water spilled out. On the floor, her blood puddled, mixed with the soapy water as the faucet continued to pour.
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I've always been a friend of death. Even as a child I welcomed it. I remember the night my father murdered my mother. Her green eyes staring back at me as she lied on the floor. My father stared at her, angry at her for what he did. He's in prison now, with all the dumb lunatics. The smart ones are still out there. I met a lot of them during my years on the run and today I've finished my first short story in my new book A Vagrant's Story.
Mr. Smiley by Charles Costello
There was once a man who loved to kill prostitutes. It was easier since when you live life outside the boundaries of the law, you can't call the law for help. Welcome to a whole new world - Mr. Smiley world.
Old Mr. Smiley cared about two things - sex and cigarettes. I cross
Sybil's News"Tom! Tom!"Sybil's News3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sybil Branson hung up her coat in the hallway before going off to hunt more thoroughly for her husband.
"I'm in here m'darling" came a faint reply from upstairs and Sybil smiled and ran up the steps two at a time, just as she used to as a child.
He was leaning against the doorway of what he rather impressively (if inaccurately) called his study and watching her with surprise, humour twinkling in his blue-green eyes.
"And what, may I ask, is the big occasion?"
She nearly told him right then, but she didn't want the news just blurted out, it wouldn't be right, so she simply raised her eyebrows slightly and said:
"Do I need an occasion to be happy to see my husband after working all day?"
He laughed and reached out to take her hands, pulling her towards him for a kiss. It still fascinated Sybil that even after nearly a year and a half of marriage, the slightest touch from him could still make her feel so warm and complete, that something as simple as a kiss could still make he
An Online DevilDeath . . . Where are you? Ariel typed into her account's front page. One stranger was quick to respond.An Online Devil4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
UrD3vil: Here I am.
ArielSmilez1234: Who are you?
UrD3vil: Whatever you want me to be.
Ariel sat back in her chair as the screen illuminated her mind and room. Her hair was short, like her life. She blinked and wondered who this stranger was. A friend? A Creep? Death?
ArielSmilez1234: I want to know who you are? Are you from my high school?
UrD3vil: Is that where you want me to be?
The question swarmed around her mind, drilling away any conscience decision. Downstairs her parents fought. Yelling, screaming and slamming their way through her world.
UrD3vil: Okay, my name is Danny. I'm from your high school.
Key-oot name she thought to herself. She actually smiled after reading his response.
ArielSmilez1234: So, danny. Tell me more about yourself.
UrD3vil: Well, I sit two seats behind you in Algebra.
Her eyebrow raised as she began to think about who sat
MaybeMaybe you're listening to the sound of voicesMaybe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That are whispering to each other
About the latest gossip,
With words that can only be heard
By the ears they are meant for,
But with noises that babble
Like the softest brook
Lulling you to sleep.
Maybe you're watching the TV,
Seeing the soldier who lost his leg,
And an eye, but kept his life,
Telling you, from miles away,
That he wished he could have lost his other leg
Instead of his friend, who was left behind,
And you're thinking how ungrateful he is,
But you miss the letter he's clutching: his only reminder.
Maybe you don't know about the woman
Who sleeps outside your house,
And every night smells your dinner
While she is going hungry,
But never complains because she knows
That she's lucky to be where she is,
With a life that's still in tact,
Even though it's fading slowly.
Maybe you're singing to your favorite song,
Thinking that maybe some day
You could be in that band,
And ride in a limo with people begging you
For an autograph that
Always AlrightShe is gone.Always Alright3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Trapped in another world, so close and so, so far away from him.
It takes a minute to sink in, a minute with his forehead, hands, hearts pressed up against that featureless white wall.
He doesn't know which is more blank, that wall or his face.
He pulls away, her face surfacing to the forefront of his memories and he knows he'll never forget it no matter how long he travels or if he never even sees her again.
His brilliant beautiful human is really gone forever this time and it's his fault. But he pushes off the wall and sets himself to fixing this world, this world without Rose Tyler in it, this world that will never again see her wonderful smile.
He has to move on; but he can't. He knows he never will. The only thing he can do for the moment is to go back to his beautiful ship like he had so many times before , take solace in the TARDIS's familiar green glow and know that somewhere, somewhen, Rose Tyler is alive and is moving on with a whole family and maybe an empty hea
Faith of the Heart-Pt 1-Ch 1Faith of the HeartFaith of the Heart-Pt 1-Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 1: Chapter 1
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It was the morning of the Anniversary to the Reign of the Great Sorcerer. Everyone in the kingdom was preparing for the big celebration. Decorations were going up around the streets, lights were strung up around the castle, and thousands of fireworks were loading for the night spectacular. It was planned to be an anniversary greater than all the years before. This celebration was similar to the ways New Years Eve, but it was all for the honor of the former ruler o
Cry On MeI'd rather have you cry on my shoulderCry On Me10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
than to have to cry on your casket
I want you to take my hand now
and I hope that you never let go
whisper to me all the things you want to
I'll listen to you until I'm dead and gone
cry on me
just let me see
tell me how you feel
let me know you're real
let me put my arms around you
and let you feel something new
don't try to cut away your life
I won't let you use the knife
don't poison your life away
I need you with me everyday
I know there's nothing I can say
but I need you to stay
I want you to cry on my shoulder
I just want her to let me hold her
I won't let you get any colder
I just wish these things I'd told her
please don't go
please stay with me
take my hand
and never let me go
roses are redRoses are redroses are red5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
Why am I
In love with you?
tulips are pink
snowdrops are white
how can I ever
win this fight?
Red as my blood
Blue as the sky
Pink as my skin
White like a lie
It seeps through my hands
Stains all that's there
Why do I feel this?
It is not fair
What I wouldn't give
To go up high
What I wouldn't do
To be able to fly
I still see what you left there
It's there to fuel my pain
Because I can only think of you
When I see that scar-like stain
I said it didn't matter
But I know that is said wrong
To you it might be truth
For me it's where I belong
You confuse me
You never go straight
It's your memory that does it
It's what put me in this state
I shouldn't feel this
It is all wrong
But then, why is
The feeling so strong?
Roses are red
And I love you
I shouldn't feel this
But still I do
Summer TimeA girl sat in a beach chair, buried deep into her book, at Destiny Island.Summer Time4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Suddenly a beach ball flew through the air and hit the girl right in the face.
A spiky brown haired boy ran over to get it, "I'm really sorry about that!" he said to the girl.
She roughly set her book on the ground, "Just who do you think you are! You think you can go around and throw beach balls at everyone!" she yelled, her anger clear on her pale face.
The boy was taken back from the girl's words, but soon paid them no mind as he looked her over. She had short black hair with bangs that went to her eyebrow. Her green eyes pierced him. She wore a deep cyan bikini and black flip flops.
"Well?" she asked.
"Wha? Oh uh I'm Sora." he said, thrusting his hand into her face.
"No idiot! My name is Styx!"
"What kind of name is that?"
"Styx as in the river, not as in the wood you throw at stupid brown haired boys!" she yelled in his face, swatting his hand away.
"Sora! You got the ball?" R
Mushrooms - Piece 4It never took long for the new captive to hate and distrust Ryan. Samantha stayed rolled up on her cot for two days with nothing to say. She even refused to eat any food that was brought for her.Mushrooms - Piece 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You need to eat," was the first thing Ryan said to Samantha.
"Why?" she sobbed.
"There are worse things that . . ." Ryan was interrupted.
"Worse things than him!" she screamed.
"No, I meant . . . there are worse things he could do to you," he said which made Samantha recoil back to her bed. Her exterior was already broken and she was now more afraid.
Ryan continued his work on his mural. He was about done. All that was left was a little dirt mound in the corner. "You're actually pretty good," Samantha said.
Ryan simply replied, "Thanks."
"You know, if you help me, I think we can get out of here," she said.
Ryan smiled. They all pretty much followed the same routine but they all had different paces. What Ryan realized that they went trough four different stages. There was the scared phase, the
Wishes are GrantedWishes are Granted3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the days grow shorter
as the nights grow longer
and i can see you still
staring at me in the window
for which you sit
in your arms i wish to be
where i belong
with love so strong
that the chains of sorrow and deceit
melt away with your gaze
and no matter what happens
they never come back
to the day i die
i live in fear of the next day
i'm not with you
for it may be my last
and not expressing my love
to someone who cared
to someone who has the guts
to say I love you
Harry Potter vs. TwilightHarry Potter vs. TwilightHarry Potter vs. Twilight7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I personally feel that Harry Potter is SO much better than Twilight. I started reading Harry Potter when I was in the 4th grade and I really wanted to read something. I wasnt much of a reader at all. In my search for something to read, my Language Arts teacher recommended to read Harry Potter, I went home and picked up my sisters copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone. I was hooked as soon as I read Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. I read all the books until the 5th one, which was the latest book out at the time, seeing as Half Blood Prince would be coming out that summer, I reserved my copy of HBP at the local Barnes and Noble received my copy at midnight. Since I started reading Harry Potter, I have been an avid reader.
Twilight was simply something to read post-Harry Potter.
Dear Tonks and Lupin, TeddyDear Mum and Dad,Dear Tonks and Lupin, Teddy4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This is weird for me, writing to you, because I didn't know you at all. Harry tells me about you all the time, and when I was little I used to think that you two were like the other story book characters I read about. Now that I've grown up I know that you wren't some mystical heros. I know you were just ordinary wizards trying to make the world a better place for your loved ones and...me.
Mum, all I know about you is you were a brave witch, who cared deeply for her friends and family. You were quirky and fun and changed your appearance to make others laugh. I can do that too, grandma gets a sad smile on her face when I change my nose into a pig's snout, but everyone else seems to love it. I wish I could have known you, I wish you could have been there to teach me how to Metamorphic like you could.
Dad, Harry tells me that you were one of the bravest men he's ever known, and that you were able to keep his father in check when you went to school. He also told me that y
Mushrooms - Piece 7Ryan's eye was swollen. His leg hurt and it made it hard for him to stand. He decided to sleep instead. Many of his paintings and drawings were missing and scattered on the floor, which was typical. Uncle John always took his best pieces and left the rest, like a pig that only ate caviar. He thought it was strange that the nude he had painted was destroyed and left on the makeshift easel. He had seen Uncle John punch hole in it with his fist. The delicate stretched canvas was torn like the ends of a popped balloon.Mushrooms - Piece 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sorry," she said repeatedly.
He didn't know Uncle John would do that to him. He placed his hands on the bars of his new caged room and stared at his art supplies across the room far from his reach.
He cried in secret as he sat on his cot. Uncle John returned, his face was red and he took a willing Sam upstairs. "Sorry," Ryan said after she had left the room. She returned, her head hung with shame.
She looked at him and they stared at e
Moving In Together.Moving In Together.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What is this?" Lily asked, spotting a piece of scarlet fabric in one of the last few boxes we had yet to unpack. "Uh, nothing," I lied as I sat onto the bed, biting my lip. She pulled it out and revealed that it was a sweater some distant aunt or grandmother knitted for me. Along with the sweater with a bright gold J right on the front. I felt my face heat a little bit and she burst out in a grin. "James Potter! You have a sweater with your initial on it? That's so cute!" she laughed, a symphony of bells playing out. I couldn't help but love her laugh. With the rest of her, it was just to perfect. The redhead bounded over to me and kissed me on the jaw, leaving me to my thoughts. I blushed a little more, unable to help myself. We'd just graduated from Hogwarts and, after dating for the better part of the year, she finally agreed that we could move in together after school. So that's exactly what we were doing. As much as I hated to, I had to get out of that house. There were too many
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love O7Dragon Age: A Bard's Love O74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: A Bard's Love
Game: Dragon Age Origins
Characters/pairing- The Warden, Leliana
Disclaimer- DAO (c) BioWare
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love
Not even a single breath was allowed by The Rats as Cogdale and his friends stalled their attackers the best they could. The surrounding citizens of Lydes scrambled away from this fight. Cogdale prayed to Andraste some of them had the right mind to get city watchmen to come help or stop the Urchins' attack. But knowing Orlesian politics the watchmen were paid off before the ambush.
The urchin who Cogdale began fighting with looked as though he was conflicted by the taint. His skin was dry and pale as his eyes, making his face appear as if it was a mask. The man jittered shook violently as he stabbed and thrusted his daggers at Cogdale. These attacks gave no room for Cogdale to parry or to use them to break the urchin's attack spree. His broken nose and swelling black eye didn't help the fight either. He
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love O8Dragon Age: A Bard's Love O84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: A Bard's Love
Game: Dragon Age Origins
Characters/pairing- The Warden, Leliana
Disclaimer- DAO (c) BioWare
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love
2 days travelling to Montsimmard and Leliana had never been so bored in her life. Even more then the first days of her being a lay sister in the Chantry inside Lothering. No one spoke a word the past 48 hours. Not even Cogdale who kept his attention towards the front of the caravan. A day earlier Garrden tried his best to "woo" Aeronwy, the female elf who follows the Qun. But the only words to spring from her lips were brief, subtle and to the point that it gouged Garrden's libido. Besides, Leliana could tell Aeronwy was very much attracted to Leone. How tragic that Leone already loved someone else, adding insult to injury, she was helping him save his love.
Ehmric was as stoic as Cogdale. The only time Ehmric would make a sound was to cough or sneeze even though his beard muffled them to begin wit
Jace: His one true love.****WARNING!*******Jace: His one true love.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
****If you have NOT read City of Glass, do not read fether... Does cotain spoliers*****
Setting: Jace just dropped off Clary at Amatis's house, and he starts thinking about her.
(PS: This is just before he confesses his love)
He stared at the door for a little bit longer before walking off into the night. As he was walking, his mind began to wonder about thoughts of the past few weeks...
If only she hadn't followed us and saw us kill that demon, he thought, none of this would have happened. Clary would have been dating Simon, and Jace would be flinging himself in paths of demons, risking his life 'cause he had nothing to live for.
But, she had shown up and changed everything. Everything.
She'd changed him in a good and bad way. Since the first moment he saw, he couldn't get her off his mind. Since he brought her back to the Institue-after begging Hodge to let him bring her back-he's wanted to kiss her.
Then that day finally did come. When Hodge told him it was her b
II am waiting for a train to come pick me up. I'm waiting, but maybe it's late, because I can't hear the whistle or smell the smoke but the rain is hitting my head a little too hard (why didn't I bring an umbrella?).I4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am standing at a picnic table in the middle of the woods. There are yellow jackets everywhere, and I wonder as I hide my sandwich if I should have brought a magnifying glass because they are so beautiful.
I am holding a crab and feeling the pebbles beneath my toes and hoping that the gash on my leg won't bleed too badly, although I know it is because it's staining the waterfall red. I wonder if the sea life will suffer from my lifeflow. I can't see Dad beyond the bend of the island, and I know he won't be coming to get me.
I am hammering a nail because I was asked to but I don't remember why or by who. I think I've got it in well enough but I don't want to stop. I don't want to turn around and see the cherry trees and the apples with all the flies buzzing around because i