Happily Never After: PrologueHappily Never After: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Happily Never After
The sinister flipping of pages echoed throughout the monumental pillars of the obscure chamber. A solid hand curled around the thick, saintly white spine of the old fairytale book. The scent of vanilla blooming from it burned his nostrils. The cloaked man's fixed eyes searched rapidly through the inked letters, from vowels to consonants. They widened when he found the magical words.
"And they lived happily ever after."
He licked his lips, impassive. It was time.
He brought his free hand to the page, lowering it down gradually on the words. Smokey shadows slithered from his fingertips and snaked their way to them. They enveloped swiftly around the letters. Soon after the sentence began to dissolve, leaving a blank spot with a missing ending. The shadows moved to the cover of the book, which instantly lost its radiance, turning into a lifeless black.
"Walter Elias Disney, your time has come. Your reign will fall and your childhood along with mil
Remus Freakin' LupinREMUS:Remus Freakin' Lupin5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm Remus Freakin' Lupin
You kids can't understand
I was James' best friend
doesn't anyone recall
Not Sirius Black!
RON, HARRY, SNAPE & THE KIDS: [spoken] "NO?"
... No! It was always me,
I never had rabies!
Even though I was small,
when Greyback bit my little paw- I mean hand...
For a story knack,
was super cruel...
RON, SNAPE & THE KIDS:
... Tried to kill me because my parents,
refused to help the dark lord rule...
Even though I was a tiny little boy,
I shoulda died but my reputation was pretty much destroyed
by this evil guy and it's story that I never tell....
RON, HARRY & THE KIDS:
You're Remus Freakin' Lupin!
You're the best teacher here!
And a whole lot hotter!
Than Snape who wears that silly cape,
RON, HARRY & THE KIDS:
You also made fun of him in front of us all
If we're in trouble we know who to call!
doctor who, starkid styledoctor who, starkid style5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DOCTOR WHO*: THE MUSICAL
*SEE AUTHOR'S NOTE
ROSE: You look like a ghost.
THE DOCTOR: Hold on-- [holds out sonic screwdriver; cue strange sonic-y noise] Alright.
ROSE: Can I tou[reaches out]
THE DOCTOR: [backs away] No!
THE DOCTOR: . Okay. Earlier, you said I looked like a ghost.
ROSE: Yeaaaaah .
THE DOCTOR: And now I'm telling you that I can't be touched .
ROSE: Uh huuuuuh .
THE DOCTOR: What do you think that means?
ROSE: You .have herpes?
THE DOCTOR: Rose-
ROSE: Just kidding, I know you're really a three-dimensional diffraction pattern of the image of an object made using holography.
THE DOCTOR: NO, YOU STUPID APE! Ah, no wait, that's correct. Sorry, I deal with the pain of loss by inflicting insults upon others.
ROSE: You must've lost a lot of stuff, then.
Decembersville Ch. 53Decembersville Ch. 535 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 53 Vultures and Humans and Exploding Moonlight
His bleeding heart was aching as he licked his serrated teeth with his tongue, thirsty for some good and new vengeance. The blistering red eyes protruded from his shadowy being, giving him the appearance of a brutal monster than an ordinary freak. He stood up high above a sea of black, grinning into the redness of the opaque atmosphere above and giggling as well to show off something quite horrid. Laughing out loud now, something drippy and wet left his hands, building up even more like rivulets that begged to become waterfalls. The words 'A freak like you can't save anything!' were echoing like flying springs; those recognizable words haunted him. He just laughed more and more and more then he swung his hand towards his prey, his wretched smile staining the vermillion world with such evil. The hand struck and then- Zero woke up with a dire plea for mercy, forcing
Nightmare"Can you hear me...?"Nightmare5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I tried to focus on the voice and the hazy figure hovering over me, with much difficulty. I opened my mouth to reply, but promptly shut it close, too nauseous to even speak. After a few moments of worried silence, he carefully sat me up, mumbling a few swears under his breath.
"Can you hear me?" he repeated a little louder, waving a blurry hand in front of my eyes at the same time. His voice was familiar... but I was too tired, and in too much pain to even try to remember who.
He started to call my name, asking me if I was alright. I just sat there, feeling cold sweat trickle down my bruised back. Finally, after another empty pause, I tried to concentrate on the man doing my best to stay conscious. I swallowed and tried to speak again. "It... i-it hurts..."
"It's alright, you'll be fine "
I shook my head and sobbed, remembering what I had just barely escaped. I wanted to get away, I had to warn the man. Couldn't he see we were in danger?
Once again, I opened
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Do not anger the DemonThe grinning, black and white skinned man leaned back in his chair in his personal tent. The glowing purple orbs that were corrupted souls. In front of him was a half spider half woman, and two clowns. The clown to the left had hair of fire while the other one was fish-like and green.Do not anger the Demon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Eva!", the grinning male greeted the spiderwoman. "What's goin' on, why're ye here with th' two troublemakers?"
The spider woman, Serileva, the puppeteer of the circus, gazed at the two clowns."Kiya and Amor 'ere tried to smuggle in something you absolutely forbade, Líder de Toque."
The unexisting eyes of the ringleader fell on the two clowns, Kiya and Amor.
Kiya swifted nervously. "Ummm... S-sorry?", the female clown with burning hair said, smiling nervously.
Toque turned to Serileva once again."What'd they try ta smuggle in, Eva dear?" His grin was wider then normal if that was possible. "Can ye tell yer dear ol' Líder de Toque?"
Eva smirked nervously, her eight legs moving back
Adulthood Co.Sir/Miss,Adulthood Co.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Failure to send a reply within the next three days shall result in forceful overtake and withdrawal of your childhood licenses, including, but not limited to your license of imagination.
We look forward to having you in our business.
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All rules WILL be obeyed. Failure to do so shall result in sever consequences.
All new members must attend the re-education lecture.
No games are to be played within the premises.
No toys are to be brought within the premises.
Laughing is only permitt
You're Mine.Throughout your whole life you had been taught to fear me, and yet here you are how flattering.You're Mine.6 years ago in Horror More Like This
You came to me, begging for me to cure it all save you from that pathetic excuse of a life you had, take away your problems, as if they never were. You were so desperate longing for an escape from your nightmarish reality, and live in the fantastic dreams I created for you. You wanted a sort of paradise. And naturally, I complied.
For a cost, of course.
Your 'friends' they tell you I am nothing but trouble, but they are the ones mistaken. I've done what none of them could. They never bothered to ask how you were doing, they never wondered why you came to school close to tears did they really care? No, they didn't, did they? Shh.. it's alright.. I'll take care of you now...
Why do you draw back from me? Are you afraid? What have you got to lose? Is the cost too high for you? Oh it is isn't it but you must admit, a bit of your soul is a worthy price f
Your Blind Date with a ZombiePreparing for Your Blind Dinner-Date with a ZombieYour Blind Date with a Zombie4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The singles dating scene is fraught with perils. None more so than the blind date. But what to do when that blind date turns out to be a little bit more of a surprise than you were expecting? No need to fret. With this simple guide you will be well-prepared for the most complicated of evenings: The Blind Date with a Zombie.
1. Zombies have feelings, too. Don't be put off by the initial appearance of your zombie date. Your zombie friend has led a difficult life, followed by a far more difficult death and a trying readjustment period. First impressions are all so important. Refrain from making disparaging statements about bloody orifices, waxen eyes, lost appendages, or gaping swaths of missing flesh. Instead, keep in mind that we are all unique individuals with our own distinctive styles of dress and personal appearance. Be complimentary and remember that one person's lack of limbs may be another person's dashing new look. Try these hel
just aFamily isn't blood. It's not who your parents were and it's not what their DNA wrote all over you. It's where you grew up, the books you read and the heroes you loved and the things you tried to do because they seemed like a good idea at the time. It's people who watched you grow and change and rise and fall and who didn't leave. It's knowing that no matter where you are, what you've done, there will be someone willing to give you a bed and a meal and an ear to listen and a heart to love. It's making mistakes together and fighting and being forgiven. It's trust it's hard and it's dangerous but it's worth it. Family never has been, and never will be just blood. Not since the first tribes sat around fires and told one another stories, and even at the end of everything, there will still be humans, huddled in the dark, bonded by love and time and the things they have seen and the lessons they have learned.just a4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
RipcordIt is warm black clothRipcord5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that tumbles my loose head
My eyes shrink softly
below the ragged line
under the camphor blankets.
there is a man at the back door.
Under trembling turkey-pink-
Heart jangles on the ripcord kick
flay these arms at the silhouette
snatching at the hot light prickles
it is black behind him.
My gorge is dry packed
a dust wall a dumbed jam
and trying to force the tight
broken glass scream
out panic! out panic! out
out out out
is like tearing plastercast with teeth
like defecating a tumour-
the noise thumps!
mouth roof from beef chest,
a solid bark gasp,
coughing a nightmare dog out through
electric waves of naked pimpled skin,
but the room is a black heatpress
and the teeth in the walls sing
that I am still asleep-
don't let him in
foreign object tapping at the locks.
a sepsis stare...
The fairy tale of death
Stories about our fatherOur father is fourteen in this storyStories about our father1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
so we must imagine him young and slim
bobbing on his toes, the quiver
of his racquet like the quiver
of a cat’s tail.
We’ve seen our father play before,
sitting courtside with our action figures
and paper dolls,
deadened to the minor explosions
of balls striking asphalt.
But we are surprised now by the
in his face, his eyes moving the tight loop
from court to net to opponent
and back again.
And it occurs to us
that we haven’t occurred to him.
Our father is pre-marital,
his world blazes between these
But soon we look where our father won’t:
To the stands where
our boy-faced uncles jeer
beside our grandmother, thin and erect
where we know her
soft and stooped.
She raises a hand to the metallic crest of
her hair and calls out,
David! What’s the score!
And it is understandable to us
that he pretends not hear.
That his shoulders twitc
wake up alive, dearthis is the gospel of;wake up alive, dear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching you die when i can touch your name but not hold your hand
better known as living without a hope
wake up and feel your stomach twist just so, then reach down,
deep down, pull the sunlight from your face
and cut that knot
so you walk around that day with no dead lead
wrongness holding you down
belly tight to the ground, shrunken
you are built with bones to spare
to tie and bind and weave together, with string
or words or five black lines
and three notes weaving along, spelling out
the only song you'll ever need to hear
(they say try and it says try and you find that trying is the best rhythm, the only beat, and when your feet follow after and you dance on those bone-lines then it's enough. it's enough.)
stop looking at the curves of your face when it's reflected
feel the curve of the earth beneath you and the sky
tangled in your hair
you could touch the stars if you wanted
you could grab them and never let go
i could be your star
[JR - SiH] Comatose Chapter 1Comatose[JR - SiH] Comatose Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica (Egoist) and Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi both belong respectfully to Shungiku Nakamura and Kadokawa. The work you see here is merely a piece of fan fiction in appreciation to the awesome series.
A/N: Back again with my annual story. Haha. Just kidding. Finally found some inspiration to get myself started on another story. Unlike most that I write, this will be a chaptered story (shocking, if I say so myself) as well as a crossover between the Junjou Romantica and Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi mangas (which are both set in the same universe anyway). This is a story I've been hacking out in my brain for a while but haven't found time to scribble down, so I apologize beforehand if it's a bit messy (and OOC). Hope you enjoy and please, concrit of any kind is highly appreciated. I haven't really been keeping up with either manga series either, so if I get anything wrong, let me know (I'll consider changing it).
yours.i am a syllable, a noteyours.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you string me up on your harmonica
i sing these words past your lips
the small words mean the most,
staccato words feather my ears
like kisses from a foreign mouth
sleep curled around my neck, amulet,
you are the face my eyes see and the pressure on my skin
an ocean between our feet, but nothing
nothing between your heart and my dreams.
Sofia Wrecks a ChairSofia lived on Chryssen Street, where the houses folded themselves out like they came out of pop-up books and the alleys were nothing but pencil lines on maps: erasable, here one day and gone the next, filled with trash and turned inside out, turned into quagmires and marshes of garbage.Sofia Wrecks a Chair4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
She lived on the fourth floor, room number four-three-three. It was a room into where the moon liked to shine. On nights like these, when she didn't feel like doing anything and Gray was off on another of his last full shows, she liked to sit where the moonlight was brightest and watch everything fall into half-shadow around her.
Tonight, the moonlight favored the terrace.
She trod barefoot onto the cold cement of the open terrace.
It was a small place, some would call it cramped while others called it cozy. She was never good with words. Everything in her world was an outline, a picture, a silhouette that didn't need to be described; it simply was and there was no need to make existence any m
The Official Guide to HorrorThe Official Guide to Horror9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
LEVI'S OFFICIAL GUIDE TO HORROR MOVIES
if you're dead, you probably didn't read this
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Not to be taken literally. Death may actually occur.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I. The "Get Your Ass Outta There" Theory
The killer bursts into the house. The victim screams and goes running up the stairs. They proceed to lock themselves in a bedroom. The victim inevitably ends up dead. Why is this? Because limiting yourself to one room is the worst thing you could possibly do when being chased by a killer. There's nowhere to go, and very rarely something to fight back with. Solution? Use the back door, smartass. And if there's a second killer there, jump out of a window. A first story window. Even worse than being stuck in a room is being stuck in a second story room, jumping out the window, breaking your legs and dying anyway.
II. The "Play Dead" Theory
Glowing EyesGlowing Eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Awake at night
Hiding in the shadows
Ready to pounce
Looking out at the meadows
So majestic and beautiful
So full of life
Dark as night
And as sharp as knife
She watches you
With glowing eyes
Beneath her paws
The victim dies
She shows no mercy
And no fears
'Cause she knows all
For all she hears
Circo de Almas Chapter 1 Circo de AlmasCirco de Almas Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Apple tree of Cookie Crumbs
The sky was dark and the hour late as tiny feet stumbled over the road. No one was around and the town was silent, still. The moon looked down at the child as she walked away from it all from a cloudless sky. Brown eyes peeked over a shoulder as she hurried on.
The child did not move quickly. But by the time the sun started to rise over the horizon she had only manage