Blood Ties: Chapter 1Blood Ties: Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That movie was awesome!" exclaims Finn as he, Jake, Princess Bubblegum, and Marceline all make their way out of the drive in theater. Ever since the Door Lord incident, the four of them have been hanging out more. For the most part, they got along fine, but occasionally, Marceline and Bubblegum would have a fight. But their fighting was getting less frequent each time they met up, meaning they were slowly on the path to friendship.
"You know it man. That guy went ba-nay-nay on those zombies. He was all like, bam! And pow!" exclaims Jake, imitating a scene from the movie they saw.
"Well, I liked it when the couple was reunited at the end of the movie. I love a good happy ending," says Bubblegum.
"What about you, Marceline? Did you like the movie?" asks Finn. Marceline is looking up at a nearby tree, where a raven is seen sitting on a branch, staring down at her. "Marcie? Hello?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I thought it was pretty good," she says.
"That doesn't sound like an answer you normally giv
Airplane HeartI was sitting on a plane with nothing to do,Airplane Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when all of a sudden I thought of you.
Your blonde hair. Your sky blue eyes.
And when you said your last goodbyes.
We had to go, we had to part.
You took a away piece of my heart.
Imagination BoxImagination BoxImagination Box3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my box my childhood was made.
I was a pirate I had a hook.
I was a ballerina I had a tutu.
I was a wizard I had a hat.
I was a superhero I had a cape.
I was a doctor I had a stethiscope.
In my imagination box I could be anything.
But then I grew up and I became a garbage man.
Under The MoonUnder the moon there I wasUnder The Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my life and dreams
The silence of wind and the breeze
filling me with hope and joy
The flower beds blew in the breeze
Of the silver blue moon beams.
Gutter- Chapter One Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...Gutter- Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she realized that he was heavier than he looked. She adjusted him a bit before spotting something on the ground near him- the piece of parchment the other man had been holding earlier. Setting him back on the ground, she picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising in surprise at the letters scribbled onto it. It was written in a strange, flowing letteri
Caught DrowningFirst I notice her hair: dark and longer than any girl I've met, pulled back in a high ponytail and still past her waist. Since I'm following the line of her hair, I see her hips next, round and smooth like a bright red apple, picked fresh and rubbed against t-shirts, ready for biting. Attached there and growing like slender trunks from her hemline are two long, smooth legs. She smells like green grass and old wood.Caught Drowning4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We exchange the normal pleasantries. She is subtle and graceful; demure and polite. She speaks like an orchestra, her tones long and smooth, but there's a hiss there, like steam from a radiator. It works for her, and I've never done this before.
She laughs at that, a sound like a sour note that tugs somewhere at my stomach. "Exotic," I say; and she laughs at that too.
I realize she's waiting for a sign, so I imagine a flare between my lips and blow it out, a slow exhale. I wobble in the breath, but she catches me with her eyes. Black eyes, I notice, all the way through, but
Bathing a Polar Bear DogBathing a Polar Bear Dog4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Ah, Mako, you're here," Pema sighed, snatching Meelo up by his collar as the boy ran past. She gave him a swat, then sent him off after his sisters. "We've got a new animal for you and Bolin to take care of, so I'll introduce you to her."
Mako nodded and shrugged out of his jacket as Bolin immediately began guessing what animal it could possibly be. "Did Zopa have her calf? No, wait -- Yeshe! Did Yeshe have her calf? Or is it -- wait, is it even a bison? Oh my gosh, did you get a whole other kind of creature altogether? Tell me! Wait, no, let me guess -- more lemurs? No, no lemurs, um... oh, did you get Temple Snails like me and Ikki have been talking about? Please say yes. I want like six of those."
"It's a Water Tribe creature, actually," Pema said, leading them into the stable. "Korra, the boys are here."
The first thing Mako spotted was a girl in blue crooning over a giant white monster.
She stood and whipped around in one smooth movement, and she leaned back as if trying to hide
EnglandXReader- Surprise PicnicEngland x reader- Surprise PicnicEnglandXReader- Surprise Picnic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clouds slowly meandered across the bright blue sky. Spring was just beginning to blanket the land with new life and fresh blossoms. You sat in the park under a budding apple tree on an old wooden bench. Couples flocked among the fresh grass and warming air. A particular elderly pair were walking up the hill in your direction. You smiled. They looked so cute together.
'Where is he?' You thought. 'He should be here by now...' Your eyes began to grow heavy and you considered heading back home.
"_____, I'm sorry I'm late," A voice startled you and you looked about. Arthur Kirkland had just walked up to you and was about to take a seat on the bench beside you. He held a basket in the crook of his arm which he transferred to his lap once he sat down. You wore a delighted smile as he leaned back comfortably, allowing his head to tilt back and his eyes to close.
"So this is the surprise, huh?" You nodded toward the basket. "A picnic?" One of his emerald ey
CheshireCheshire stretched and yawned, looking half-crosseyed down at the girl who'd spoken and woken him up so abruptly. She was smiling up at him in what she obviously thought was a cute or charming way, drumming her fingers against the cover of a small floppy book held in her hands. Cheshire yawned and grinned back, making his mouth as unnervingly wide as possible in hopes of chasing her off.Cheshire7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Can you help me?" the girl asked sweetly. "I was wondering if you could tell me which way I should go from here, pretty please?"
"That depends on where you want to end up," Cheshire replied politely, if a bit condescendingly. The girl's smile slipped for a moment, but was quickly hitched back into place. She opened the book a small amount, read a page or so, then shut it with a papery thud and looked up at Cheshire again.
"I don't much care where--" she began in the same sugary voice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go, does it?" Cheshire interrupted, rather peeved that she had shaken him from h
Julia Gets CaughtMs. Keating was a self-made woman. At 5'11'' with beautiful curves and a stunning body, she was quite the looker. She was in her mid-30s, but never really settled down with a husband. She inherited a great deal of money from her parents and would invest it every now and then so she could quit her job and do what interested her the most: travelling. Every few weeks or so she would leave off to another adventure and get her neighbor's son, Adam, to come over every afternoon and house sit for her. Simple things, like getting the mail and feeding her fish, and he loved to do it. What Ms. Keating didn't know was that Adam was a bit of a crossdresser, and when she would leave on her week-long tours, he would immediately drop off his stuff at his home, and then run to her house, taking joy in wearing all of the clothes that she left behind.Julia Gets Caught3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a Wednesday, and Ms. Keating was due back on Thursday; it was his last day and he would make it extra special. After school, Adam rushed over to he
Tokka South Pole Visit: Ch 9Ch 9Tokka South Pole Visit: Ch 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Aang and Toph were both taken aback by this, shouting in harmonious disbelief "WHAT!?!?"
Katara held up a scroll. "They're out at Whale Tail Island. Aang, if we hurry we might catch them."
"I'm coming too." Toph chimed in.
"No," commanded Katara, "You're on vacation and you're no good out over the water."
"I can still-"
"No," Katara was being insistent, but trying to stay calm. She went over and placed a hand on Toph's shoulder. "Aang and I will go and handle the pirates."
Toph's head shook in disbelief about to become stubborn. But then her eyes narrowed. She snatched Katara by her wrist. "Say that again."
Katara's eyes widened. "What?" She tried to pull her hand away, but Toph's grip was solid. "Aang and I have handled pirates before. Ow." Katara's new statement tried to remedy her mistake, but the damage had been done.
"That's not what you said, Katara," her grip tightening on Katara's wrist.
Katara twisted and pulled at her arm uselessly, still trying to get away "Owww.
I Think That....I think that you're....I Think That....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Really stupid when you're drunk,
In fact, you're really stupid when you're sober too.
I like the way you smile at me,
Even that evil grin that only ever tugs at your lips when
You're going to poke me
Or pinch me
Or tease me.
But to be honest I think that's all rather sweet of you.
I even like it when you cry because it proves that
Rain Rain, Go Away"Are you sure you'll be back tomorrow? It's pouring over here so I don't know if its even safe for you to be travelling."Rain Rain, Go Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, I'm sure, Annabelle. And you don't need to worry. I'll be fine."
I bite my lip nervously and squeeze the telephone, "I don't know, Oliver. Maybe you should wait a day. Until the weather isn't as hazardous..."
He chuckles into the phone, "Sounds like you're trying to keep me away from the house longer, dollface."
"No, I- I just don't want you getting hurt," I say sincerely. "I'd love it if you got home tonight but with this storm brewing over us, I don't see that happening. It's too unsafe. I'd rather you didn't take any chances in this weather."
He sighs, "I just feel so bad though. I know you hate storms."
I bit harder on my lip, "I've... I've gotten better at dealing with them." He coughs, avoiding a reply. I stamp my foot defiantly. "Excuse me, are you saying I'm still as bad as the first time it stormed while we lived together? I have to strongly di
Some sort of Something-1-"Mr. Sharp, your presence is required on the bridge as soon as possible."Some sort of Something-1-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Prince Aleksander, your prensece is required on the bridge as soon as possible."
The message lizards scampered away after receiving their replies. The two looked at each other, each wondering what they had done to warrant a summons, No doubt it was something bad.
The bridge room was occupied by several people; The captain of course, Dr. Barlow, and for some strange reason, Count Volger. They stared at the children before them, letting the awkward silence grow even longer and thus more awkward. It was rather annoying, Deryn thought.
Captain Hobbes tossed a paper on the table. It landed with a hwump and turned sideways, not quite all the way so as to face Alek and Deryn, but it was clear as to what it was: A copy of The New York World, as the headline proudly proclaimed. But Deryn had a feeling that they weren't going to be looking at the classifieds...not with Aleks face plastered on the front, his dark ha
Paper Stars Contest Entry"Benjamin."Paper Stars Contest Entry4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The voice was familiar. It cut through my clogged senses. The way a ray of sun penetrates through a dense, dismal cloud enlightening a perfect green meadow suddenly bursting with life.
"Benji, wake up. It's me."
Someone was talking to me. For a moment I could see. But I sank back into unconsciousness.
Something soft and cold pressed against my lips. My eyes opened. I saw a pair of warm dark eyes. Again, so familiar. My memory was muddy. I blinked a couple times. Sara? Yes. I smiled.
She pressed her finger against her lips. "Shh, don't talk. Scoot over, I'll bunk with you tonight; I don't want you to freeze."
"No " I protested. "I d-d-don't want you to catch it-"
"Don't be stupid, Benji. I'll be fine; you did the same for me, so don't try to be a hero." She looked at me with that look. The stubborn look that she gave me when she made up her mind and nothing would change it.
"I thought being a h-hero made me hotsy-totsy," My teeth chattered and my voice barely mad
Jack Frost x Reader More Than Just a MythJack Frost x Reader More Than Just a Myth1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sheesh it was cold out tonight. The wind howled, the night sky barely visible through the snow whipping up like a whirlwind. It was as if winter itself was incredibly angry tonight.
"[name] come away from that window and help set the tree please." Your mother tapped your shoulder gently as she walked passed you, smiling fondly.
Doing as asked, you pulled yourself away from the beautiful scenery and helped prepare the house for Christmas. Your family came together over the holidays, and by that you meant your aunt and uncles and your Nanna, who was known to be... Slightly eccentric. It was no secret however that you were her favourite grandchild, and you loved listening to her whimsical stories.
During the few weeks before Christmas and of course the day itself got a little hectic with all the family members, but it didn't take you and your younger brother long to set up the tree as asked, even with all the family members bustling about.
"Looking good guys." Nanna commented from her roc
Ch.1: A new beginningCh.1: A new beginning3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The life of a young Fire Lord is a chapter story;
All the stories are about fragments out of Zuko's life.
The coronation is over, there arises a new beginning. Mai promises her boyfriend to be their when he needed her, she's ready for a new life here in the Fire Nation together with the love of her life.
Iroh is sixty-five,
Zuko is sixteen,
Sokka is fifteen,
Katara is fourteen,
Aang is twelve,
Mai is fifteen.
The life of a young Fire Lord,
Chapter 1: A new beginning.
The coronation was over, and the Fire Nation was still very elated. Their inhabitants waited enthusiastically on the first National party in ages, while all the personal guests were transported to the Fire Lord's Palace. They were all expected in the refurbished Royal ballroom.
Fire Lord Zuko on the other hand was already in his own room, he was busy with changing his outfit. His Fire Lord costume was rather inappropriate and perhaps a little bit too excessive. Zuko had asked his servants to make him some pri
L'Histoire de Marie DouloursLHistoire de Marie DouloursL'Histoire de Marie Doulours7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part I: Sanctuary
Think of a cold January night in Paris, in the year of Our Lord 1462. It will be remembered as
a night of terror, of pain and sorrow...a night when an evil man, blind to his own corruption, unleashed his hatred of Gypsies on two innocent souls. But they would not be his first victims...
nor his last.
In the town square, a crowd was gathering around a scaffold that stood near the cathedral of
Notre Dame. Obviously, an execution was about to take place; an event that had been---and would be---repeated far too many times.
On this scaffold, soldiers with cold, cruel faces were tying a weary and frightened Gypsy man to a stake, while others were piling thick bundles of wood at its base. In a tumbrel a short distance away, a little Gypsy girl of only seven years old stood crying pitifully.
"Papa...Papa!" wailed the terrified child. "Why are they hurting you?
Her father could only gaze at her sorrowful
TamaHaru- Moving ForwardTamaHaru- Moving Forward6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I think I lost my shoes!"
In the insanity of the living room, Kousaka spun around, the bouquet she was nervously fiddling with flying from her hand. It soared through the air like a missile and hit Haruhi square in the face. With a soft, surprised yelp, Haruhi stumbled backward and bumped into Mei, who in turn bumped into Hikaru and sent him sprawling backward into the adjoining kitchen.
"Sorry, Haruhi-chan," the tense woman muttered, pushing her glasses, which were nearly falling off, back up onto her nose. She flapped her hands slightly now that they were unoccupied, and Haruhi nodded and handed her a pillow from the sofa to fiddle with.
"It's okay," Haruhi assured her with a smile. "And don't worry, your shoes are by the door. Everything is going to be fine."
"I guess you're right. I'm just glad I have you around. I'd probably have gone insane if I didn't," Kousaka informed Haruhi, which made her laugh slightly.
"I doubt that," Kousaka was an alumni of the same university that Haru
TW Day 7 PromiseChapter 7: PromiseTW Day 7 Promise7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: This chapter is set up exactly like It Takes Two to Tango, and its actual the continuation of that chapter as well. Its more of Sokka's POV this time. Remember, the only way to see what I see in this chapter is to listen to the song, which this time is Why by Secondhand Serenade. I promise you, it just makes more sense that way. This was the song I was listening to while I wrote this. Trust me Also, anything between ** is the song, within // is Sokka's thoughts, and [] are memories, and normal is the real world (actions.) That is the annoying confusing part, so if you need to, go http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4440127/7/ to my fanfic link. Its a lot less confusing. Enjoy!
Sokka leaned against the earth wall Toph has pinned him to, thinking. Not about a way to escape, not about a way of revenge, but about her. Everything they had gone through, everything he had done to deserve this. He did deserve it. He pictured her face, so
Define 'Thug'You were a mistake.. you weren't supposed to be born.Define 'Thug'9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
YOu were born because of rape.. or prostitution.
Or maybe... you were just born with the wrong family.
You lived in a neighborhood where crime is fun and food is scarce.
Drugs can be found on the ground and murder was just a typical thing.
The sight of police and medics were normal.. just an everyday thing.
You were beaten because you slept at the wrong time.
Or you didn't make enough money to pay for the drugs or alcohol.
Or maybe because it was fun for someone you thought to have love you just hurt you without remorse.
You bled everyday, you had at least 3 bruises scattered about your body.
You beleived everything they called you: 'Useless, pathetic, weak, ugly, worthless, etc..etc..'
You ran from it all... you thought running could solve it.
And that's when you came upon a clique, a street gang.
Yeah.. they looked so cool and tough.. their bandannas, hats, muscles, jeans, clothing.. you wanted to be just liked them...
But what in
burning bodiesand we yearned for something deeper tangled between bed sheetsburning bodies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but our palms were always split open, spilling malice.
our bodies, always in dire separation
even in scalding proximity.
je dis beaucoup des mensonges.
i tell a lot of lies.
we curled ourselves alongside icicles to bury the flames.
my waist still feels like a graveyard.
even after all the times you tasted my bone marrow,
you still have the nerve to say i'm not bitter.
our mansion is burning from the inside out
and we force-feed the desire with
prolonged gestures and held-breaths.
our combined scar tissue lies in a heap on the floor of our shrine
and the skin is nearly poison when we add our cancelled convictions.
i tore myself apart until all my limbs
seeped into the dirt and sprung dandelions.
neither of our backbones found forgiveness.
we are hiding in the crevices of bedrooms
behind locked doors
underneath all the fight we never knew we had.
this is how smiles tear:
my teeth are lodged in your ribc