982012 pt.2 The Mink Menace982012 pt.2 The Mink Menace2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twi brought his water filled hands swiftly to his face, letting the cold liquid trickle down his cheeks. He inhaled, and then exhaled heavy, gripping the sides of the porcelain sink in the excessively pampered house of Nova. He tightly shut his eyes. His grip relaxed as he mumbled possibilities and plans under his breath. He reached for a towel and wiped his face.
"You could let me have a whack at that wacko." Said an androgynous voice from the empty bathtub. Twi jumped; momentarily surprised that he wasn't alone. He realized how rare an occurrence THAT was and walked over, peering down into the tub at his sibling, whose bored blue eyes gazed up into his.
"No hurting anyone, Kenny, I'd prefer that this is handled without violence."
"If she tries anything else that proposition is null and void. You might be too scared to hurt her feelings, but I'm not afr
3312011 Nefarious Novalee3312011 Nefarious Novalee3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Twi looked over the chessboard with concentrating eyes and furrowed brows. He bit down harshly upon his fingers, winced and pulled them out of his mouth. Twisting his lips he reached over and lifted a white piece and set it down on the other side of the board then picked himself up and transferred to the other side of the table.
"I don't know how this is improving your game, you're playing against yourself." Said Max, who was leafing through a magazine and peering at his albino adversary who had the same fixed gaze upon the board once more, but now for black.
"We're our own worst enemies, trying to beat yourself teaches you leaps and bounds about your personality."
"Because self torture makes you smart?" remarked Max, to which Twi simply replied "yes."
Another man entered the room with a pile of books being carried by one arm and the other reading a piece of fancy parchment. Without lifting his head, Twi greeted him, flatly and almost in an inaudible mumble.
Fight for itFight for it4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like to think that sometimes
Dreams could be so true
That all my thoughts
And all the clocks
Would trace right back to you
Fairy tales often lie
And people often cheat
Like a small caught animal
All we get is beat
But I see a future at which at hand
This isn't always so
And though my hope
Is hard to grope
Of the future I do not know
A heart can be broken
Be taken above
A heart can be devastated
When nothing is left to love
But the world is vast
And the universe is wide
The distances grow
The paths unknown
But hold your head up high
It may seem like a fake belief
And life is out to cause you grief
But I have seen a lot
And at my worst
And through the hurt
My heart and love was caught
This is how things happen, you know
It isn't so black and white
The world isn't comprised of only day and night
Your life may not be where you're at
And may not be your keeper
But dream your dreams
Of happy things
You lovely little sleeper
Dreams do come true, in one way or another
Though you have not fou
SalvationThe point of the land was to be impressive. Since he stepped out of the carriage, he could see that. Impressive and imposing, with old, distinguished stone steps through the winding hills that only seemed to go up. But he climbed all of them, even the ones that crumbled under his feet. There were hedges and trees, guards to bar his way. As if this was a test. Although, in this society, it very well might have been. Here was different. Here with the stone steps and winding hills and guarding trees, everything was different.Salvation5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Eventually, even the trees gave way to an arena. It was the first place he had come to that wasnt overgrown with flowers and weeds, but the grass was kept neat and tidy, and the stonework looked like flawless marble. It had white and black squares, and it was, as expected, very obviously a chessboard. What wasnt expected was
99 chances99 chances99 chances4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just 98 chances left to say
how you amaze me in countless ways
Only 85 words left in my soul
to give me the power to reach my goal
To tell you how your presence is like flowers before spring
And how your little laugh makes me want to dance and sing
But, oh, I only have 42 seconds before my chance will go astray
And too many cliches are getting in the way
There's no way to describe
No matter how I try
I'm getting distracted
All I want to do
Is just to tell you
How to make a decent character1. Avoid making fan characters. What's the point of creating if you're piggybacking off someone else's idea?How to make a decent character3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. If all your characters look the same or look related, or they all look identical to characters from shows you like, you're doing it wrong. Practice variety in facial proportions, body types, heights, ethnicities, personalities, and ages. The easier it is to recognize a character without relying on their outfit or hairstyle, the better.
3. When basing a character off any culture's mythology, DO YOUR RESEARCH FIRST.
4. If you're going to make a character with any sort of physical/mental disease, DO YOUR RESEARCH FIRST.
5. Making a character original doesn't necessarily mean you need to give them a super detailed, cluttered-up backstory or appearance. Simplicity is a wonderful thing, and the most memorable characters are simple characters.
6. If your character is an outcast, especially in a social environment such as school, DO NOT make them attractive with
Come, in EarthCome, in Earth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How dare you tell me to get a life? You think you're all that and a bag of asteroids just because you've got some life of your own? Life, who needs it! You don't know the first thing about it! Just a bunch of little creatures crawling around on your belly! Sounds more like some disgusting contagious disease if you ask me! I think you oughtta be quarantined!
And one more thing! Could I borrow a cup of ozone?
Alright, this is getting ridiculous! Isn't winning the title of Miss Milky Way 40 BILLION times in a row enough!? You know, I used to be Miss Milk Way EONS before YOU came around! Seriously! Get over yourself!
Source: The Former Miss Milky Way
What, Are you slipping Sun Astro-Dust or something? That must be it. Why else would he favor you so much, giving you all that wealth of warming perfection, leaving the rest of us high and
Castaway: A Total Drama FanficTotal Drama CastawayCastaway: A Total Drama Fanfic2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1, Part 1 - All Good Things...
The last thing he could remember was holding onto the hand of the passenger next to him, praying to god that things would work out alright. After that, he heard the sounds of hell itself ripping from the sides of his seat. Darkness soon followed after and then...everything went black. For the young 16 year old teenager, this was supposed to be the ending of a vacation now...it was the beginning of a hell-ish nightmare. "...fuck" he would groan out to himself, as Aaron rubbed his forehead, his eyes beginning to adjust to the light as he could hear the sparks of wires all around him. It wasn't until the sunlight gleaming down from the open air showed where he was - in a broken hollowed out section of what used to be the fuselage.
Everything around the broken compartment was charred or damaged beyond repair - the walls of the fuselage crumpled up and windows gone and shattered. As Aaron slowly stood up he grabbed on
It is better to have loved and lost?"It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."It is better to have loved and lost?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those words have been repeated to me by my father whenever I asked about my mother.
But I disagree.
I would rather have my blissful unawareness, simply daydreaming about romances, then the cold sharp pain that plagues me now.
But to wish for a time before I knew Him, felt like a betrayal.
It's all too much.
But I cannot bring it to an end. If I were to stop living, what would happen to my memories, these bittersweet remains of happy times? They are unique to me, and I am their keeper, their guardian. I must live, to keep them safe.
My Love must not be forgotten.
His face follows me. His warm, sparkling steel blue eyes, his soft hair, the color of snow, his skin, perfect like a star.
"How is she?"
These whispers follow my footsteps. They clot my ears. They are all I hear.
"She is not doing well."
Is it written on my face so clearly? Am I just an open book? Is my misery my cloak?
Many come to console me. I sen
Nuit D'ennuisGiant feet fall all around me as I scramble for the orphanage's entrance, so far awayNuit D'ennuis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain falls like pebbles, threatening to crush my bones
It was like racing an avalanche to safety before ice pierces your skin
In Paris, I, Elizabeth, play in the streets and sleep in a building of children with no homes
The blasts of horns, blaring like trumpets, warn me to move out of the way of traffic
Run Lizzie Run, the whistling taunts of the wind whisper to me.
They will catch you and take you into darkness
My green emerald, sitting on a golden chain around my neck
Flashes like a star in my eyes as it dances around me
Run Lizzie Run. They will catch you and take you into darkness
I try to dash as the deer that is gifted with agelessness
Only hours before the stars come out
The afternoon faces to the orange of evening
A green emerald, a blue guitar and a prisoner's chain reappear and dance around me
Whispering untold secrets
Lavender sweetens the air like a mother's aroma
Missed Call Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing.Missed Call3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey baby, it's me, I've got some bad news
I thought maybe you'd batter hear it from me
I knew that you wouldn't answer
I thought I'd try anyway
I've practiced this message a hundred times
And it still sounds wrong to say
Your mother Lizabeth died today
Just as we heard the birds song
She told me with her last dying breath
"I had wanted to see my son."
I know you're probably having some fun
Getting drunk and high and lung cancer
They thought maybe you'd pick up for your girl
They don't know you never answer
I'll just make this quick
I'm running this message long
October 9 we'll bury her
To her favorite song
She'll lay next to Grampa John
amidst the rest of your crowd
We hope by the time we said above
You'll get your head out of the clouds
We miss you more than you'll ever know
Since you're always passed out by noons chime
Your baby is asking for his daddy
I use the same excuse each time
"He's off working for you and
Marsh-Mello“HOLY SHIT!! Mello, get in here! You're on T.V!!” A screech came from the other room, making said blonde drop one of the bags that he was holding.Marsh-Mello2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mello bolted into the room, panicking. What other reason would there be for him to be on T.V? Someone ratted me out! He thought angrily. He was already planning the death of whoever ratted him out to the cops.
The blonde-haired mafia boss looked at the television, expecting to see himself doing something illegal, but he didn't see that. He saw... Ghostbusters?
“It's the Stay Puft Marsh-Mellow man!” Matt yelled in laughter as he saw the confused look the blonde's face took on. The red-head pointed at the giant walking marsh-mellow on the screen.
Matt was about to say something else, but before he could something hit his head. No, it was thrown at his head.
“You dumb ass.” Mello stated plainly, as if that happened e
Castaway: A TDI Fanfic Ch. 1, Pt. 2Total Drama CastawayCastaway: A TDI Fanfic Ch. 1, Pt. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1, Part 2 - All Good Things...
Aaron arrived back at the wreckage where he was found just minutes before, looking to see scattered luggage, papers and shards of metal scattered across the jungle floor. Approaching the hole where he had been pulled out, he knelled down to avoid hitting his head, before stepping slowly along what used to be the floor of the plane. The boy cringed a bit when seeing a body over near the edge of the dug-in fuselage. Slowly making his way over, he leaned over to see if he could find anything to identify it.
What he found was the unmoving, paled corpse of an anonymous man; he looked like he was in his mid 30's or so, well-dressed, and had a pretty clean haircut. Upon further inspection, Aaron noticed something bulging behind the lapel of the man's jacket, something so large and distinctive in shape that it stood out. Reaching his hand down, Aaron gingerly pulled back the lapel...he stopped suddenly, surprised, when he saw a pistol
Strong EnoughFrancis parked the car in the driveway of the house and nearly ripped the key out of the ignition. He grabbed his papers while unbuckling his seatbelt, and once he had opened the door, he slid out. With a huff, he slammed the door shut with his foot and stormed towards the house.Strong Enough2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He felt insulted, although he had no idea why. He could not believe that man, a co-worker, insulted life like it was nothing. Francis respected the fact that people were free to make their own choicethat's what free will was for, right? But when someone treats another life like it was nothing, like it was only another drawing on a blueprint that should be scrapped, for no particular reason, that's when Francis put his foot down.
He knew what it was like, first hand, to lose something. And it broke his heart when people treated gifts like rubbish.
He opened the front door to the house and closed it loudly behind him while wiping his feet on the carpet. He could hear his children laughing at the dining tab
Princess of evilShe positioned her book delicately between her fingers, her sweet chesnut eyes scanned the thin paper, taking her mind to drift off into worlds of romance and whimsy. Her glorious golden dress was lightly adorned with pearly wisps of lace, and her smooth caramel hair was beautifully tied back with a humble ribbon. The guard was awestruck by her beauty, he couldn't believe how quickly all of his previous ideas of her had vanished just at the sight of her face. How could this angel in the canary yellow gown be the tyrant that had oppressed their country for so long? He watched from the opposite side of the thick iron bars at the gorgeous damsel within. She was so out of place within the chilling stone walls of the dungeon, she didn't even seem to realize where she was. To her, she was not imprisoned, she was still in her grand halls and throne rooms, adored and loved and cared for. She was so blind.Princess of evil4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
How did she not comprehend where she was, how she got there? She was a wicked tyrant, a s
Episode 48 of Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXALEpisode 48 of Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I have gained back my Katto-bing, no thanks to III. Astral and my friends helped me remember what it is.
I look over to III, seeing him talk to himself.
I yell to him, "III! For you to use your Crests power for something like this "
He just yells back to me, "Shut up! You just fall into hell along with Astral!"
"Astral?" Wait, where is he? He is supposed to be here beside me like he always is! "Astral!"
I turn to III, "Where is Astral!!"
He answers, "Sorry, but Astral is no longer here."
"Just as what I just said. Astral has disappeared."
"What?!" I yell out, then I whisper to myself, "It's a lie "
I hear III talking, "You should have seen it. The way he disappeared."
I try to remember what happened, and I think I do. III raising his hand...closing it like he was strangling someone and up above the tower Astral, being crushed by III's power and just disappears, yelling out, "Yuma!!! Don't give up!!!"
Tears well up
TDIT:PrologTotal Drama Island TourTDIT:Prolog3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sześć tygodni. Minęło już sześć tygodni. Nie wierzę. Nie możliwe. A jednak. Siedzę w przyczepie. Dziś chyba nie udało mi się wygrać nietykalności. Nie wierzę, że jeszcze tutaj jestem. Z tych wszystkich nastolatków, dla których liczy się tylko kasa, ewidentnie się wyróżniam. Nie chciałam tego, nie prosiłam się o udział. Sami mnie zrekrutowali.Choć z drugiej strony, milion dolarów to całkiem porządna suma. Anyway, wciąż się zastanawiam, jaką taktykę obrałam, skoro ze mną włącznie zostało tylko pięć osób. Coraz dalej od ziemi, coraz bliżej nieba, coraz bliżej do..."
-Zamierzasz pojawić się na eliminacjach ?- jej zapiski w pamiętniku przerwał znajomy głos. Nie by
Konsekwencje.: EpilogEpilog- Nowe ścieżkiKonsekwencje.: Epilog3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-A teraz moja kochana córka, będąca dla mnie całym światem, pójdzie grzecznie spać, dobrze ?- Sandy złożyła głośnego buziaka na główce Mary.
-Ale mamo, jak się skończyła ta historia ? Czy oni w końcu będą razem ?- dziewczynka skrzyżowała ręce na piersi. Przyjęła wyraz niezadowolenia na swojej buźce. Swoją dociekliwością przypominała ojca.
-Czy nie lepiej jest posnuć kilka domysłów ?- Sandy podniosła się z łóżka i zgasiła lampkę przy łóżku córki. Szła do drzwi.
-Wolę od razu wiedzieć, nie chcę czekać !- niecierpliwiła się Mary.
Sandy uśmiechnęła się blado, zamykając drzwi. Nic nie odpowiedziała córce. Zeszła na dół, do salonu, &
Patsy the Justice LlamaPatsy the Justice Llama4 years ago in Settings More Like This
There once lived a very selfish duck named Mr. Snoogles, who was the self-proclaimed owner of the valley's only pond. Not only was this duck selfish, but he was horribly greedy and brutal as well. He would tax everyone and anyone who would take anything from "his" pond and would beat anyone mercilessly who did not obey his laws. If you couldn't pay the taxes, you would suffer and die from either dehydration or starvation. Mr. Snoogles acted like a king.
The Valley Kingdom had endures almost fifteen years of Mr. Snoogles' tyranny. The subjects of the kingdom were too weak and passive to resist Mr. Snoogles' iron fist. Freedom was only an obscure dream for the good people of Valley Kingdom as they couldn't even fathom what it would be like. There was no such thing as hope in dark times such as these
It wasn't until a llama named Patsy came to the kingdom that times began to change. Patsy was a traveling llama who always wore a straw hat to protect him from any weather.
Konsekwencje:. Roz.3Rozdział trzeci: Militarna TechnologiaKonsekwencje:. Roz.33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Co masz do powiedzenia na swoją obronę, pytam się już trzeci raz !- wykrzyczał twardo jeden z ochroniarzy, którzy zgarnęli Cody'ego ponad dwie godziny temu.
Siedział, mając związane sznurem ręce., splecione z oparciem. Aktualnie był gdzieś w bagażowni, a Sierra nie została wpuszczona wraz z nim.
Od dwóch godziny był przesłuchiwany. Wiedział, ponieważ nad wejściem znajdował się duży zegar ścienny. Aktualnie było pół do 3AM. Był już nie tylko zmęczony pytaniami, ale też tym, że nie spał od kilku dni. Powieki opadały mu na oczy, ale to nie interesowało ochroniarzy, którzy powoli zaczęli tracić do tego cierpliwość.
-Cody Anderson, jeśli nie zaczniesz współpracować, to - zaczął jeden z nich, o
Take Me Back to DecemberRetracing the steps in the snowTake Me Back to December2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've been down this path before
The white walls, they call to me
Speaking of pain I wish to forget
But the story that was left behind
For others to analyze as they come and go
Trying to understand what they can't wrap their minds around
But it's like they have to know
I always seem to keep coming back
This place we had made our own
Have you ever found yourself here?
Its pleas won't leave me alone
And who am I to ignore it's calls?
This place that witnessed it all
When do you think I can meet you down memory lane?
For a cup of coffee and a quick chat?
Sometimes I'd do anything
To relive our story again
Take a breath and give it a shot
Just to see how it could have end
It only hurts when I stop to think
And the possibilities start to sink
In the way I remember
Oh, take me back to December
Take me back to December
I miss those simple days
That we foolishly gave away
Was it because we were insecure?
Maybe we should have been stronger?
I miss those simple tim
Konsekwencje.: Roz.12Rozdział dwunasty- WyjaśnieniaKonsekwencje.: Roz.123 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zaabsorbowany reakcją organizmu Sandy Cody, podał dziecko stojącej obok Sierrze, podbiegając do duszącej się Sandy. Złapał ją za ramiona i podniósł do góry, naciskając na plecy i mówiąc:
-Nie rób mi tego ponownie, błagam. Nie umieraj, Sandy.
-Nie Umieram.- szepnęła, wtulając się w niego.- Jestem tak potężnie naładowana prądem, że moje atomy zostały ze sobą nierozerwalnie połączone.
-Jesteś nieśmiertelna ?- spytał Cody, patrząc jej w oczy. Sandy, wyczerpana, oparła opadającą głowę na jego ramieniu.
-Gdzie jest Mary ?- wyszeptała, ciężko dysząc. Cody rozejrzał się dookoła, nie wiedząc, o co chodzi.
-Kim jest Mary ?- spojrzał się na Sierrę, trzymającą jego córk
TDIT: roz. 5aTotal Drama Island TourTDIT: roz. 5a3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rozdział piąty (a)- He never gets respect
Bicie serca. Cichutkie. Niczym szmer myszki jedzącej ser.
Ona sama, między drzewami. Ona jedyna, na skraju przepaści. Tylko ona, sama, cicha, nieśmiała, wśród tej żywej puszczy. A przynajmniej wydawało jej się, że jest sama. Jak na razie spędziła tutaj ponad dwa tygodnie. Tak. Od dnia, w którym została wkręcona do programu, minęło dwa tygodnie. Zdążyła zapoznać się ze wszystkimi i wyłapać, kto z kim trzyma, żeby dostać się do finału. Wie, jaką cenę musieli niektórzy zapłacić, aby tutaj się dostać.
Jest lekarstwem na wszystko. Najlepszym. Działa zawsze i wszędzie. A jak jeszcze serce bije w jej rytm
Samotność. Nauczyła się z nią żyć. Po
Konsekwencje.: Roz.10Rozdział dziesiąty- RyzykoKonsekwencje.: Roz.103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chłopak właśnie podnosił się z ziemi, wyciągając przed siebie obie dłonie. Prosto na jego blade lica kierowały się cyfrowe pociski, przed którymi musiał się obronić. Taką miał zdolność, do tego został stworzony. Spod jego dłoni wydobył się srebrny blask, układający się na kształt tarczy. W końcu zesztywniał i utworzył jakby szklaną powłokę, od której pociski odbiły się. Chłopak jednak nie miał już tyle siły, aby się podnieść. Upadł na ziemię, ciężko dysząc. Chciał zaczerpnąć powietrza, które było mu niezbędne do prawidłowego funkcjonowania.
-Dobrze.- usłyszał przerywany dźwięk z głośnika.- Na chwilę obecną koniec ćwicze