Time was moving ever so slowly, one can say it was almost painful. She took a light breath, her hands by her side, and her feet nervously shuffling in and out. Out of all the murmurs and worried faces, the sand beneath her twisting feet was all she noticed. It was time.
There was a silent and grave pause. As she took a non hesitated step forward, the crowd erupted with applause. Her face displayed no hint of emotion. It was as if her body wasn't hers, and that her steps were being taken by another. It wasn't until she reached the stage and faced her fellow district for it to truly sink in.
She shook the colorful man's hand with as much grace as she could. Her knees began to buckle slightly. Next was the male's drawing. Abner Kruschev. Except this boy boldly volunteered. A large roar overcame the area, similar to the sound of waves crashing in the palisades. Abner walked onto stage. His steps were full of confidence as he held his head high. He shook the colorful man's ha
PKMN- Never Second BestAm I really this dense?PKMN- Never Second Best4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have known Misty for almost ten years now, and yet this is only now dawning on me. Sure, I've doubted my own feelings in the past, but only because I was in fact dense, or never believed that she would return them.
But now, it's as if she's already confessed to me.
I feel so blind.
Before me I hold a letter. We write as often as we can when I don't get the chance to visit, though the letters are sporadic due to my constant state of moving around. And her letters are usually all the same: catching up, good wishes on my journey, you know. Buddy talk. But this one it's different.
I've read it over a hundred times, just to make sure I'm reading the right message. It all seems to start out as the rest, but there are key words that I picked out that give the letter a different tone One that seems more than friendly, even sad and hopeless. It doesn't sound cheery like the others.
With my newfound enlightenment, everything else seemed to fall into p
i said nothingIn the dark and in the water I weighed nothing at all. Floating there in the oceanthe frigid,i said nothing4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
salty water splashed over my tired, vacant face. Looking up, I saw blackblack with faint
specs of light. The stars seemed so far from here, similar to my troubled life. My mind is blank,
free from worry. I don't have to deal with anything out here.
I felt my cheeks sink in after I drew a deep breath; hollow.
My addiction had finally caught up to me, it was time to let go.
A flashlight shone on me and I jumped; the figure came closer.
"Are you alright?" the voice asked.
...There was too much to say, so I said nothing.
Defying Logic Chapter 3"OH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEARS!"Defying Logic Chapter 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The March Hare looked up from his cup of tea in the direction the familar voice was coming from. Sure enough, a moment later Reginald came bounding through the tea garden gate at top speed. Ears scrunched his eyes shut and braced himself for the multitude of crashes and flailing limbs that would result in Reg's inevitable collision with the tea table. Whether it was sheer luck or some amazing feat of dexterity that only he could pull off, Reg came to a skidding halt, arms outstretched, abdemon centimeters from the edge, his upper body hovering percariously over the asorted tea acutrement. The laws of physics could not be defied when it came to the displacement of the almighty hat, which kept going as its owner came to a stop. It soared over the surface of the table to come to rest mere inches from where Ears sat. Ears glanced at the millinary projectile and shifted his gaze to his unusually hatless companion.
"Fifteen feet," he stated, clearly impres
Defying LogicDisclamer: I do not own WCMI or Disney, but if I did I'd be the happiest person on the face of the plannet!!!!!!Defying Logic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sorta Kinda Somwhatofa Summery: Takes place after the Spring dance segment of Bri-chan's and Rain's WCMI. Alice's feelings for Reginald are growing stronger but she refuses to admit it to herself let alone him. As with Reginald, his feelings for Alice have evolved beyond mere phyical attraction. He to is having trouble admitting to himself that is is possible that he is in love. So everything's pretty much cannon. Anyway, Alice's finance( whom I've dubbed Jonathan Dickinson) from the arranged marriage her parents set up before she left home is back and he won't take no for an answer. His character is brutal, extremely chavaninstic, and self absorbed. Just imagine a guy who beats his girlfriend, plus Gaston, plus, Lord Barkus from Corpse Bride. Yeah I know. So he comes to claim Alice which doesn't end well. Actually it ends with Reg beating the snot out of him and him vowing
Borra :: The Cure"How's she doing?"Borra :: The Cure3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"She'll be fine. It's nothing too serious. You can go in and visit her if you'd like."
He nodded and then dipped his head to Pema in thanks before walking into the room, immediately heading for the bed where Korra laid, cool water splashed all over her face to calm her fever. She was still awake, but just barely. He could see her deep blue eyes were only open halfway or less, but he expected nothing more. She'd gone out in the middle of the night a few days ago on a walk all alone because she needed to think and she hadn't brought her coat or any kind of weather protective clothing with her. It was no surprise that she'd gotten sick, especially with the way the temperature had been dropping and rising so oddly lately. One day it was freezing even without snow and the next day it was scorching hot. There wasn't much they could do about it except try to dress appropriately for the weather. But of course, with how stubborn Korra was, she refused to admit that even the A
Torn Pt 2 - DramioneTorn Pt 2 - Dramione5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Draco ignored Pansy's drabbel as he staired at his dinner. He wasn't exactly hungry and any food he did eat was forced. He could feel the lump in his throught grow as Hermione walked into the hall. She sat next to Ginny and refussed to glance in his direction yet she sat in his plain veiw as if taunting him.
"Drakims? Are you listening?"
"No." He muttered while taking a bite of the meat.
"You're so funny sometimes!"
He winced at her high pitched voice. "Do you realise your voice is the same as a chihuahua?"
Pansy stold up with a huff and walked away. Draco sighed and looked back at Granger. He really was in a bad mood. And to add to it his head still felt like it was splitting open. What was worse was he could still smell the strawberry on him. He pushed his food towards Crabb who dived in without a second thought and continued to watch Hermione.
"He's watching you, you know."
"I don't care." Hermione muttered while looking at her food. The food didn't help. Twice in one day she ha
Alice and Mad Hatter: Mad LoveThe White Queen hastily reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle from it. It was a small bottle, rather skinny, containing a light, purple liquid. She handed it to Alice, giving her a sad smile.Alice and Mad Hatter: Mad Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Take it. You deserve it. You've EARNED it. You've saved us all."
Alice stared longingly at the bottle, knowing it would grant her the one wish that she desired the most if she was to drink the purple liquid bubbling inside of it. She took the bottle, held it up closely to her beautiful face, blinking at the sight. "If..." she said quietly. "If I drink this, will... Will it take me home...?" The White Queen nodded slowly. "If that is what you wish," she said, rather uncomfortably.
Alice stared at it some more, then, sighing, slowly twisted off the black lid that was keeping the liquid from spilling out, and tossed it aside. She heard gasps of surprise, shock, and even disappointment.
She slowly turned around, only to see each and every one of her friends staring longingly at her. "Please
-You Don't Know Her-You hear the bell ring, gather your things and push into the crowded halls on your way to fourth period. You pause to say hey to a guy on your football team: you exchange high-fives and good-luck's for today's after-school game before saying goodbye and continuing on. Several yards off, she's standing in the doorway of her class: you don't see her. You almost never do, and sometimes she prefers it this way. You don't know that she's loved you since freshmen year. How could you? You've only spoken to her once, and she had been blushing furiously the entire time, glancing at her friends, afraid to be her usual loud, friendly self because your handsome face made her melt.-You Don't Know Her-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wants to catch your eye, just for a moment. She peers through the throng of students, curiosity and longing lilting upon her heart-shaped countenance. She watches as you brush your golden-brown hair from your face, roll up the sle