Ryan-Justin: The Demon Doctor'He's special,' people had told his mother, 'he's been given a gift.'Ryan-Justin: The Demon Doctor5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
From God, they'd said.
In the early days - no - in the old days, Ryan Bell believed in God. God was a being in Heaven who watched over the people of Earth. Little boy Ryan was told God would give whatever you asked of him, and all you would have to give in return was your loyalty and patience. He forgave anything you asked, and all you would have to give in return was your loyalty and your patience.
Ryan devoted himself to God and gave up everything he wanted and needed in place for a higher purpose.
The longer Ryan suffered this the more he tried to sacrifice - he needed purpose and he needed resolution. Why did he have this gift and what should he use it for? The answer was always silence, which only gave him more questions to ask. His loyalty and patience wasted away, and he gave up. He'd done it wrong.
Ryan began to take risks to provoke this God being. His youth was turbulent at the v
mortalityIt was all happening in slow motion, he didn't have time to think, just to stand there. All he could hear was rushing noise, and bright lights in his eyes, making it hard to see anything else. He couldn't understand what was happening, why things had slowed down. He turned his head to the side to look at Logan, but he couldn't see anything but white light, that's when the terror hit and reality kicked back in, but he still couldn't move.mortality6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sho felt a small scream catch at the back of his throat as the truck blared its horn, it was suddenly rushing at him faster than it was before. He didn't have time to move, not that his legs were obeying him anyway. He felt rooted to the spot, by some unearthly force, but it was the fact that he couldn't see Logan which was more terrifying than the truck rushing at him.
He hadn't told him he loved him, or got to say good bye. He hadn't even met Sakurai-sama, and he was going to die. Sho glanced around again but still couldn't see Logan. Finally he was
Jave+Ruok - Death:pt 1Jave wanted to look away, but he needed to see it.Jave+Ruok - Death:pt 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the ground by the edge of the cliff, was Ruok's body. His delicate face was sprayed with his own blood - a product of numerous sword wounds across his chest. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was gently half open, as if he were sleeping. His beauitful blue hair wisped across his face as he fell, and for a moment Jave thought it looked beautiful across his brown skin.
But he was dead.
Wake up. Wake up.
'Wake up!' He screamed.
Jave's knees buckled and if it weren't for the guards holding him, he would have fallen into the mud and stayed there forever. The rain was light but it was enough to make Jave's tears less obvious to those around him. Jave felt insulted that it would rain on this night, as though this night was chosen as the night Ruok would die. The miserable spit of rain made Jave's body sting in grief.
He cursed the sky, glaring at his father and cursing him too. His Chilek was not strong, but the Juktu around him w
mes luttesi.mes luttes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i am afraid i will not be able to breathe in
anything but shuddered gasps until these words
fall from my chest; the pressure of your smile is
heart -breaking and -aching in bittersweet infatuation
yet i believe i will not think clearly until the
image of your face is burned into my retina as
clearly as my mind's eye; i want to see the blush
creep over your smile when i whisper in your ear
so i know that no words will fall from lips nor
pen until these lines are spread before you; i
will strip my soul naked to iambic pentameter
choruses if you will admit you feel this too
but i promise nothing will move me until your
heart is in my hands; i will run my fingers
across its bashful contours and promise to
fix the cracks and bitterly gravitational dents
i know so few things in the world but i know why we
keep such words tucked away in our veins; the notion
of you not suffering as i do makes me think perhaps
it would be better to let your lips puncture my lun
Please Forgive MePlease forgive mePlease Forgive Me5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
For everything I've done and for all the things I've yet to do.
I'm a trillion mistakes gift wrapped into a human disguise. I'm a burning bridge bringing down anything and everything I can get my fire-licked hands upon. I'm a suicidal whale, beaching myself on the shore to cause mayhem and confusion. I'm a sinking ship creating currents to draw people in and drown them alongside myself.
Because that's not who I really am
I don't want to do that to you, but I don't know how to do anything else.
I'm a little lost puppy following the only thing that seems familiar. I'm a broken record cursed to replay the same thing over and over again. I'm a picture caught and frozen into place, always to tell the same story. I'm a demon bent on getting into Hell, making the same mistake time after time again.
I want to be different, but I don't know how to change.
I know you're just the right person to show me the way: because of all the changes you've mad
jave and ruok - the making ofAs Ruok watched the Guard Captain from afar, he tried very hard to justify his fixation with the man's open shirt. It didn't help that Jave was half naked and dancing in the (wet!) rain, just outside Ruok's second story room. Why was it so captivating? More-so, why did this event always turn into something far more magical and sexual when left to Ruok's imagination?jave and ruok - the making of5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
With every other trainee guardsmen gone home for the rain season, there wasn't much else to do, and Jave certainly seemed to be taking advantage of his time 'alone'. The eccentric Captain was never one to let his pride get in the way of what he felt like doing.
Jave's arms were outstretched, his wet blond hair clung to his face in wisps, and his eyes were closed lightly, just enough to stop the water from getting in. The rain caressed his body, and his loose white shirt became like a second, sheer skin - the beading and embroidery like tattoos across his shoulders and back. His back. Pale and perfect - like it was carved fr
at least we'll have storiesi woke up alone in the new year, in a bathtub full of cold, grey water.at least we'll have stories5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
there was a glass half full of whiskey and a photo of you next to me on the ground. my lips tasted like they were bleeding and my eyes were heavy and sore.
dark hair; damp and dirty clung like a leech to my pale skin, and only when i moved to pull it away did i notice how numbingly cold it was in the water.
i thought of how i dreamt that tonight i'd fall asleep in your arms as you sung beatles songs to me. i'd lay there, happy, thinking about how mysterious and dangerous and perfect you are and about how our bloodshot eyes matched each other perfectly. but you're really just out to watch me fall, and me, i'm a drunken sparrow on barbed wire.
i pulled my heavy body out of the water slowly, cringing at the sudden influx of loud noise as the water ran over and off my body, falling back into the small bathtub. i looked at my ugly face in the mirror as i wrapped an already wet towel around my shaking body, and told myse
Slenderman -Overview-Slenderman -Overview-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 2nd, 2011.
As I'm writing this, I am extremely sick. I was ill earlier this week, but I couldn't shake the sickness off, and it just hit me more severely. I'm bedridden and forced to sweat it out as I sleep. That gives me plenty of time to dream.
Before I dive into the most prominent dream I've had lately, I have to explain some things. Primarily, the Slenderman and the Midnight Man; both myths as far as I know.
The Slenderman is a monster thought to have abducted children and haunted adults. It's described as an abnormally-tall bald man with tentacle-hands and a tuxedo. I don't believe the Slenderman exists I heard his existence was born on internet forums, but the topic always sends chill up and down my spine. In my dream, he looked essentially the same (tall, faceless), but he may have developed fingers or a mouth along the way.
Now, the Midnight Man is a little different, but creepy all the same. My friend's sister explained it to me. There is a pagan ritu
Objects in SpaceThe general gazed pensively at the viewscreen. He was tall and slender, clean-shaven, his hair greying at the temples. His bearing was rigid, yet his posture betrayed some unease.Objects in Space5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"How far away is it?"
"It's just passing Pluto," said the science officer, a short, bald, bespectacled man. "At its current velocity, it will reach our position in approximately seven hours."
"And it's alien."
"Well sir," -- the science officer licked his lips -- "it doesn't fit the known trajectories of any comets or asteroids, nor does its composition match any of those. It's definitely man-made... except mankind has never made anything like that. Not to mention it's coming from the wrong direction."
"Seven hours, then. Initiate first contact proceedings."
Seven hours later, they assembled in the largest hangar on the space station: five men and two women. The general stood in the centre of the group, tall and proud, unmoving. Next to him stood the science officer, fidgeting nervously. The others were lin
fog.have you ever driven throughfog.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a fog so thick that you can part it
with your fingers? a fog so dense
that you stick your hand through
the car window and watch it disappear?
these special fogs press
heavy on your eyes and ears,
fill the dips of your collarbone,
quiet the murmurs living
inside your throat.
before i drove through this mountain
and through this fog there were bills
to pay and children to teach, people
i hated and people i loved. there were mental
disorders and electrocardiograms. fears.
now there is only the positioning
of my hands. a steering wheel. a whisper
in my ear that says "drive carefully."
a cliff and a guardrail.
now there is fog.
and maybe, if i wish hard enough,
the fog will keep me.
i am not afraid of dying.
i am just afraid.
Wild English Rose: WIP VIVIWild English Rose: WIP VI5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Carroll told no one of the arrangement that he and Alexander James had. He went through the following day as normal, doing his duties, bringing his young master tea in the afternoon and then his dinner in the evening. He cleaned up the kitchen with the cook and Julia after everything was done and spoke to them as if nothing was going on. The cook retired shortly afterwards, warning Carroll not to smoke again as Julia sat at the middle island of the kitchen. She sighed from exhaustion, taking off the small hat pinned to her dark brown hair. Most of her hair was pinned up and back in a tight bun at the crown of her head and she undid the cuffs of her uniform. The Windsor household had strict uniform rules and all the maids where required to wear full dresses, that fell to their feet, long sleeves and high collars with a white full apron. The butlers where required to wear black waist coats with tails, a white collared shirt, black pants and polished leather shoes. They wore gloves whi
The Set up HxW part8 I had some how, comically, gotten Holmes back to the safety of Baker street. He was unconscious through out and this worried me, at first inspection I notice that his hand was bruised and bleeding at the knuckles, possibly broken which would explain his current state. There was no telling however if the drugs had anything further to do with this.The Set up HxW part85 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Waking Mrs. Hudson upon my entrance she helped me distribute his weight more evenly between us, one of his arms on each of our shoulders as we proceeded up the stairs. We deposited him on the sofa in the common room.
"What has he done now?" Mrs. Hudson sighed her face racked with worry.
"I'm not entirely sure at present, Mrs. Hudson." I told her honestly. "He is breaking a fever at present, however, if you'd be so kind as to fetch some water and rags." I took off my overcoat and jacket and proceeded to roll up my sleeves. I gingerly removed Holmes own jacket as not to jostle his injured arm, whic
Mismatched loveWhile Jordan was cooking Ka decided to be at least slightly useful and grab the plates and cups for dinner. Normally she would be pestering him and trying to distract him, which sometimes resulted in whatever food he was making to burn, but he always said he didn't mind since she was the best distraction, so she rarely felt bad. It was a good thing Jordan was just distracted with cooking, otherwise he would probably get on her about doing too many things while she was pregnant, but she didn't see how reaching up for a plate could do any damage.Mismatched love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as said plates were in her hand Ka noticed something. They didn't match. When she looked up into the cupboard she realized none of their plates matched, neither did any of their cups, and come to think of it they never had any of the same patterned silverware.
"Jordan " Ka started as she stared at the weirdest pattern on the plate in her hand.
"Yes sweetheart?" Jordan said, not yet looking up from the stove. He had to watch h
Why - GrellLast Friday hed snorted a whole tub of passionfruit yogurt, and had thrown up all over Logans new outfit.Why - Grell6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tobe Grell Wanada was infamous for many things. Some of those thing hed put a lot of effort into, and others just seemed to happen. Some he was proud of, others not so.
Logan was not happy with his new yogurt flavoured shirt and pants, and had stormed out of the practice room cursing and flailing wildly. Sho raced after him, sneering at the drummers lack of remorse.
Grell, you asshole! Sho screamed at him, Why would you do that?!
What else rhymed with remorse?
Grell had fallen off a horse when he was nearly seven years old, and had broken his arm in three places. He couldnt feel most of it after theyd put the bones back in place and stopped the bleeding. The doctors determined there was nothing medically explaining the numbness, but Grell insisted.
Thats not the exact reason he put his hand in a bur
Cadeyrn - Fateful MeetingSomething about the boy intrigued him, an air to his demeanour perhaps, or a quirk in his cocky grin? The crow shifted uneasily from one foot to the other as he pondered. Was there something in his blood that made him special? He did appear to be half-demon after all, but that couldn't be it, he had taken many full blooded demons that had not even piqued his interest. He was inexplicably drawn to him, he couldn't explain it, didn't even understand it, but against all logic, being in the presence of this boy brought him... joy.Cadeyrn - Fateful Meeting5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Yes, today it was time, he didn't know if this would bring the answers he wanted, but he could no longer sit back and simply wait for them to appear.
Cadeyrn swung his sword fiercely, slicing through the air and turning his body to divert an imagined attack. He was fourteen years old and already able to best many of the warriors in his father's employ.
Wearing light armour which protected his sword arm and shins he swivelled and launched at his imaginary foe. His
His wife's bad dayKa had always been stubborn, it was her nature. Jordan never though she was stubborn enough to stop taking her medication. He understood it made her feel like crap, and she didn't like being useless when they had a toddler running around the house, but Jordan wasn't sure his wife really knew how she was without those drugs.His wife's bad day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So when Ka's mood started getting worse and worse, and he was actually starting to worry for both his and Alegria's safety, Jordan realized he had to do something. As much as he hated the Council, he knew it was the only chance he had to save his wife. He had tried to get her to understand why he was doing this, but all she did was yell at him. It was hard to ignore everything Ka was calling him, and it was even harder not to be hurt by it.
Jordan could barely watch when a couple members of the Council worked on wrestling Ka into a straitjacket, but he had to make sure they didn't hurt her. While they were getting her settled in the van he talked to Xerxes who told
What would happen?What would happen if his scars could be fixed? If someone came to him and said they could take away the staples and make his cheek look more normal, or they could open his eye and maybe fix the scars enough that he could wear a fake eye, or even help him so he could hear out of the side where his ear used to be. Maybe someone had thought of a way to make the scars that covered his body look a little less noticeable, so that he could wear the clothes his girlfriend loved to see him in without feeling so embarrassed by the stares.What would happen?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Omega thought about all of this as he lay in bed with Layla, surprisingly still and relaxed while she touched the scars on his face and traced the ones she could reach on his chest. He would be ecstatic if he could look even relatively normal, people wouldn't stare at him so much. Maybe he wouldn't be so nervous, and maybe his stutter would go away.
"W-Would you still l-love me if I l-looked normal?" Omega asked, mumbling against Layla's fingers at his lips bef
Left alone - Eiji.AndrewEiji wasnt a big person. He was very much on the smaller side of things. His temper, just the same as his height, was legendarily short. Andrew had held off telling him about how hed been feeling recently just because of that.Left alone - Eiji.Andrew6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What do you mean youre feeling lonely? Eiji scoffed, I know I work a lot but can't be lonely. I'm not lonely, and we live together. How does that even work?.
Andrew groaned, I tell you Im feeling lonely and you immediately throw it off because youre not. He stood up, clenching his fists, Youre lucky I dont even think to mention youre not lonely because youre fucking anyone who wants it.
Oh, dont shoot that gun. Eiji warned.
Andrew was fuming, and he was swearing - and only two minutes into the argument. This wasnt going to just blow over.
Are you really lonely or are you just angry Im getting some away from you?
The Ghost in the Attic : 01The Ghost in the AtticThe Ghost in the Attic : 015 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Names are Stupid : 01
He doesn't know his name, he never has. For the longest time he didn't even believe he had one to begin with because no matter how hard he tried to recall it, nothing would come to mind. He'd draw a blank whenever he attempted to remember anything about his past or what he'd been called before. Pretty soon, he just began to assume that he simply must not have a past or a name at all.
That's why I can never remember it, he'd thought one day while wandering through the overgrown garden framing the back end of his home, there just isn't anything there for me to remember.
It didn't matter to him, this whole having no name business. Having a name was stupid, he'd said to himself, only stupid people have names.
But even though there was this part of him that wanted to believe that, there was a different part that felt a little bitter over the fact that he just couldn't, for the life of him, remember who he was.
he taught her -happiness does not consist in getting something -he taught her -5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it consists in becoming something.
100 Prompts - 003. Library100 Prompts - 003. Library5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't often that Ko chose to skip class, but when it came to sitting through the world's worst substitute teacher for two periods in a row, it really was for the greater good. After all, she'd only gotten halfway through her public speaking class before she was fighting the urge to strangle the obnoxious little woman and kick her out the window. The thought of putting up with her during drama was less than appealing. No, it was better for everyone, if Ko skipped and maybe planned ahead a little better next year so that she didn't end up with the same teacher two periods in a row.
Judging by what she overheard from her classmates, the general protocol for skipping third period was to simply spend it with whoever you knew that had third period lunch. Unfortunately for Ko, she didn't know anyone who had third period lunch, and she was not about to spend that much time sitting in the noisy cafeteria with a bunch of people she didn't like. The other option, the one that didn't involve h
Interview with MigiInterview with Migi5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with Migi [09.02.2010]
1. First, how old are you?
I was born in 1978, and am now 33 years-old in Korean age.
2. When did you first discover BJD's?
I was 25 years-old when I first got to know of BJD.
I saw porcelain dolls which one artist made in a magazine, and they were so beautiful.
I started searched about the doll on internet, and then find BJD at the moment.
3. What is your favourite BJD?
My favorite BJD is Japanese dolls called Unoa.
4. How many BJD's do you have?
There are around 20 dolls and the 80 % is dolls I made.
5. What is your favourite Migidoll mold?
I like all of them, but I would say Ryu and Yuri and Neo if I'm asked my favorites.
6. Where do you get your inspiration from? What are your influences?
I get inspiration from many type of things, like beautiful fashion models, movies, animations, characters, and 3D game characters.
7. How long does it take to sculpt a head?
It takes me about a month or two to make a
- All Around Me -- All Around Me -5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ryan was unlike most boys his own age, with his unruly brown hair and porcelain skin, his unwillingness to join in with any conversation, and loathing of human contact. His hazel eyes took up a wide proportion of his face, making him seem like something that was to be pitied, the way they held such a perfect combination of guilt and sorrow, feelings a child shouldn't be able to feel, was something that scared most people away, wondering if he was right in the head. Many people thought him autistic, not one of them understood the house he went home to, the home broken once, twice and thrice as the years had passed. He was a quiet boy naturally inquisitive and artistic, he would spend all day drawing patterns and images that no six year old should have the ability to draw. He could spend days on a single flower, making sure he got the proportions correct, that each petal was perfect and shaped the way he wanted. His teachers no longer questioned him, he always seemed to have complete wor
everything and nothing.maybe he would have been a beautiful boy.everything and nothing.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
do you think he'd have had your brown eyes?
i know he'd have your smile.
you're playing this out of tune guitar, and i'm sitting across the room. the music is bittersweet. you can't really play the guitar but you've got pretty fingers and you're shining in the pre-dawn light that filters though the gaps in my curtains. i'm shaking and you ask if i'm alright, and i tell you i'm just cold. you place the guitar on the ground next to you and crawl towards me, across the field of clothes and tissues that litter my bedroom floor. we lie down together and i close my eyes but everything is so quiet. the room seems empty without your music.
maybe he'd have your tanned skin
with your thick hair and skinny legs.
he'd have your laugh; the one i love.
its raining and the water in your mother's pool stings our bare feet but i take off my clothes anyway. i guide you; my pinky finger wrapped around your index finger and pull you gently down the steps int