982012 pt.2 The Mink Menace982012 pt.2 The Mink Menace3 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
Parallel Universes"Professor, aren't parallel universes just fiction!?" His young pupil asked while the other child pouted.Parallel Universes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steven chuckled. "Well Becky," He began, "There isn't any scientific proof about it." She flashed a triumphant grin to the blonde boy before Steven concluded, "However there is a possibility they could exist."
"Ha!" The boy retorted. Steven smiled at Tobey shaking his head.
"How is that possible?" Becky asked annoyed at losing.
"Well that goes into a science called 'Quantum Physics.' Something I didn't really study back in college unfortunately." He shrugged. "Although it's a fairly interesting concept, I must say." He said in a wistful tone. "Imagine all the possibilities. I could have been married, or be a chef, or maybe," he added playfully,"a secret agent."
This gained a laugh from the two kids. "Really?" Becky asked in amazement.
"Certainly." Steven finished matter-of-factly. He looked up at the clock. "Kids you better get going or else your parents will be worried sick."
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 Enough4 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
Cats don't Dance: The Song of Love ch 2They walked past several animal actors, all complaining about their roles. The male cat looked excited. Mammoth Pictures was the best place to start a movie career. He failed to notice that Sawyer wasn't as excited as he is. More liked depressed.Cats don't Dance: The Song of Love ch 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Danny ran up to her. "So, I guess we're going to be the only two cats on the ark, huh? Pretty great, huh?"
"So much for preserving species," groaned Sawyer. She just wanted to get her role in the film done and over with before this cat bored her.
Sawyer brightened up a bit as she waved to a very large monkey. "Hey Kong, how's the picture coming?"
"Oooo, don't get me started!" exclaimed the large ape as he frowned, gritting his teeth.
"You know the King?!" Danny couldn't believe Sawyer knew so many people, especially the way she acted.
Soon the two cats reached a building. It has the sign of Darla dressed as an angel promoting her new film: "Lil Ark Angel". They went inside onto the sound stage. People were doing their best to get things
Tumbling After"And this, Mr. Porgie, is where we keep the lower risk inmates here at EverAfter," said the Crooked Man, thumbing his disfigured, crooked fingers together as he spoke to George Porgie, a plump young man who was a new employee at EverAfter Maximum Security Asylum. George, or Georgie, as he liked to be called, looked through the small bulletproof windows inserted into the steel reinforced doors of the rooms that housed the inmates that lied within. He rolled back the sleeves on the tight, black uniform they had issued him as he gazed into yet another of the inmate's rooms. Inside this one was a skinny teenage woman who was shaven bald, who paced back and forth the concrete room constantly.Tumbling After9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Crooked Man noticed George wasn't paying attention to what he was saying and glared at him from behind his goggles.
"Pay no attention to that girl," said the Crooked Man. "That's just Rapunzel. Her head had to be shaved after she tried to hang herself with her hair several weeks ago… and I suggest
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 character5 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
Nuit D'ennuisGiant feet fall all around me as I scramble for the orphanage's entrance, so far awayNuit D'ennuis4 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
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 evil6 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
TDIT:PrologTotal Drama Island TourTDIT:Prolog5 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
PnF: Vocal Blues ch3Linda called up to her boys again, once fifteen minutes had passed and Phineas had not yet come down to do the dishes. This time, however, both teenagers came running down the stairs upon her calling. Considering it had been the first time her youngest son had not obediently come down the first try, Linda decided against scolding him and immediately set him to the task.PnF: Vocal Blues ch35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ferb was asked to sweep the floor in the meantime.
"Isabella called while you boys were busy doing whatever it is you do up there," Linda announced as she cleaned the counters. "She wanted to speak to you, Phineas, but I told her that you had your hands caught up. Apparently, your cellphone was off "
Ferb raised his head and looked at Phineas. Because of his friendship with Isabella, Phineas hardly ever turned his cell phone off. He always had it on, keeping himself available to her whenever she needed someone to speak to. Even though Phineas was still completely oblivious to the fact that Isabella had a crush on h
Konsekwencje.: EpilogEpilog- Nowe ścieżkiKonsekwencje.: Epilog4 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, &
First YuleHiccup's first Yule without Astrid was proving to be unbearably difficult. He had hoped that one day, they'd be spending that merry time of partying and feasting together as adults, telling their children stories of the Yule Lads and instructing them to keep their shoes in the window to receive gifts from them, as well as decorating their holiday tree together as a small, happy family.First Yule5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Instead, she wasn't there at all to partake in the festivities, and Hiccup was left to care for her son, who wasn't even his own.
The baby was just weeks shy of turning a year old, and already had a head full of downy blonde hair, sturdy little legs, and Tuffnut's mischievous, crooked grin. As Hiccup made himself busy carving runes in the Yule log, he glanced up for a moment to see little red-faced Rowan curiously admiring the holiday tree, which was decorated with many small wooden figures of the gods as well as colorful pieces of clothing. Hiccup smiled as he watched Rowan reach forward to clasp a hand
Konsekwencje:. Roz.3Rozdział trzeci: Militarna TechnologiaKonsekwencje:. Roz.34 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
HTTYD .:. Guys Night OutHTTYD .:. Guys Night Out5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You actually said that? To Astrid?"
"I'm surprised she didn't kill you."
"You and me both," Snotlout muttered, lifting the hunk of raw fish from his eye and gingerly feeling where it had been
"You're gonna have one huge bruise though. Sort of a battle wound I'd say."
"No kidding. Where is your girlfriend anyway, Hiccup?"
The other teen shrugged. "She said something about staying over with Ruff tonight."
Snotlout replaced the fish with a wince. "So it's just us tonight?"
"Suppose so," Hiccup replied, taking a drink from his mug. "Tuff and Legs said they'd probably show up. And their
"Sounds like a party. All we'll need is for someone to start a fight and the night will be perfect."
"Oh no. No no no no. There's no way I'm going to help you home again after one of your little disagreements with
someone. My back is still sore from the last time."
"She called me a jerk!"
Hiccup sighed. "You were acting like a jerk, Lout. You kn
TDIT: roz. 5aTotal Drama Island TourTDIT: roz. 5a5 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
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?4 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
Konsekwencje.: Roz.12Rozdział dwunasty- WyjaśnieniaKonsekwencje.: Roz.124 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
Konsekwencje.: Roz.10Rozdział dziesiąty- RyzykoKonsekwencje.: Roz.104 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
Mended Family"Leo "Mended Family4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ever get the feeling that we're different than other kids?"
The blue haired thirteen-year-old looked up from his sandwich and stared at his brother. "Different as in how?" he asked.
Sparky stirred his yogurt around in circles with his spoon, never once looking up. "Well, for one thing, we seem to be eating lunch under the washroom sinks every other day," he mumbled.
Galileo blinked and then looked about. He had almost forgotten where they were until he saw the tiled floor and the stalls across from them. They were, in fact, sitting beneath the sinks in the boys' washrooms at their school, something he and Sparky did certain days of the week when trouble was around. It was not that they enjoyed doing so, of course not; more because it was the only place safe for them to be when bullies were around.
They had hardly grabbed their lunch bags when the noon bell rang. And while other students rushed to their places in the cafeteria, the two stepbrothers rushed int
Won't Be Parted [Spirk]The man stood by the large bay windows that overlooked the cityscape, seemly more interested in the faint slanted pitter-patter of dark rain that had been pouring for the entire day. His head was bent at a slight angle, and he subconsciously tugged the hood that was over his head. Behind him there was a shuffle of feet, crossing the vanilla carpet to stand behind him. A hot hand, that seemed to sear through the thick cloak the man wore, caressed the back of his spine a bit before a voice belonging to the hand interrupted the bitter silence.Won't Be Parted [Spirk]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The name was spoken, and yet the man refused to acknowledge the other. His shoulders hunched upwardly a tad as he took a deep breath. "Hello, Spock. Thought you weren't due back from the Vulcan colony for another week, or so."
"Indeed I was, but I heard your cry of pain across our bond."
Silence crept once more between the two, and Spock rested his hand on the small of Jim's back. He observed the human tugging his cloak's hood down even more
Konsekwencje:. Roz.5Rozdział piąty: RozdzieleniKonsekwencje:. Roz.54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cody stał samotnie na lotnisku, wpatrując się w miejsce, w którym zniknęła taksówka odwożąca Alex do miasta.
Jednak to zrobiła. Nawet nie podejrzewał ją o tak poważne podejście do sprawy.
-No dobra, to teraz muszę się tam dostać - szepnął sam do siebie, oczekując, że ktoś mu odpowie. Nic takiego się nie stało.
-Idiota.- mruknęła pod nosem Alex, jadąca w kierunku centrum Las Vegas.- Nie da sobie rady sam
Pomyślała, czy aby na pewno nie popełniła błędu. Pomyślała, czy aby na pewno powinna zostawiać go samego, na pastwę całej armii ElianeSS.
Ale zastanawiała się też, czy chce tam wracać, a odpowiedź na to była oczywista.
Przygryzła wargę. Nie była jeszcze aż tak daleko od lotniska,
PnF - .:Stars:.The afternoon went slowly while she talked softly, whispering, trying to hide the sour in each word she pronounced, like if the pain was impressed in her voice and there was no medicine, there was no way she could feel better and the only thing she could do was letting her feelings go, having someone by her side that may listen to her. That's all she needed, someone who listened.PnF - .:Stars:.5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Since she was left alone most of the thing stayed the same, and that was what bothered her the most: it was supposed to be the end of her world, it was supposed to hurt, it was supposed to be the worst thing she could have ever been through. But it wasn't. And that only meant that she wasted the last years of her life trying to live within a lie, there was actually no love, even if she felt she gave all of herself, there wasn't someone who loved her, at least, he never did.
Johnny was gone. She didn't remember the reason why, the only thing she had been thinking of was the simple "goodbye" he said to her befor
Megamind: UnpredictableMegamind sighed. Two weeks had passed since he had saved the city from Titan, and still people were swarming him when he stepped outside. It had gotten so bad he had put on his holo-watch and changed into Bernard, just for the chance to walk the town peacefully. He blended in and he liked it. That was how he had ended up sitting on the park bench the very same park that he had spent time lying under a tree with the one woman who made him question his life of villainy altogether head resting in his hands. It was good to get away from it all and just be alone; Minion was his best friend, but there were times when the little fish could get annoying.Megamind: Unpredictable5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Megamind was thinking, wondering how his life could have changed so fast and so suddenly. He knew that while things had changed for the moment, they would soon go back to the way they were. An entire city didn't just forget years of villainy and eighty-five life sentences just because he saved them once. The heroic bou
WtP: Lost Treasures chp5"That was very odd," Kanga noted as they walked down the path that would lead them to their homes. "Very odd indeed."WtP: Lost Treasures chp54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why did he keep thinking that he knew us, Mama?" Roo asked as he snuggled up in his mother's pouch. "We've never seen him before."
"I'm not sure, Honey. I'm not even sure how he was able to speak to us at all."
"Humans are strange," Eeyore commented, keeping his head low. "That's all I have to say."
Rabbit listened to the others as they spoke about the event that had just taken place until a shiver ran up his spine, all the way up his ears which immediately began to point in different directions. He shuddered and shook until it had faded away, and then looked up at the sky above. "Oh my; I believe we'll be in for some rain," he announced as they reached the fork in the pathit split into several smaller paths that led to different areas of the Hundred Acre Wood. Rabbit turned around and looked at the others while placing his hands on his hips. "We should hurry and