Edward - Story of Snow Pt3Edward - Story of Snow Pt35 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Edward looked as if he were in a dazed and happy dream, his eyes did not once leave Kim's granddaughter's face, and he did not move, as if he was afraid that with one tiny movement she would vanish like a burst soap bubble.
Moira was now sitting comfortably cross legged on the floor, as though she had been accustomed to this strange empty manor house and its alarming occupant all her life.
She had spread her hoody beneath her for a cushion against the chilly floorboards and was now holding forth to an attentive Edward, who was sitting very carefully nearby.
Looking at him as she was speaking, Moira wasn't sure if Edward even believed she was real. He had been up here alone for such a long time, with his own thoughts and dreams, and he must have dreamed of Her so long and so often that perhaps he wasn't surprised that one day his dream had the power to become reality. What was reality like for him now, Moira wondered? She couldn't resist a tiny shiver the atti
Dracula's BrideShe trembledDracula's Bride5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how pale and pleading
her blue eyes as she watched
from behind her veil of fright,
and yet, within, her heart beat
faster for the desire of the cold touch
of his fingers against her supple fair flesh.
She was captivated
and yet imprisoned,
like a gravitational pull
drawn by indivisible force
towards him, always propelled,
and still it seemed repulsed,
a rabbit within a snare
panic infused wanting to flee,
but yielding to the ruby red
of his lips.
that world of warmth
and life, of which she walked away,
and ever knowing
that death forever was calling her name,
she fears him and will always ask
what fated her to choose him,
when he smiles she shivers
from the inside vibrating out along
her spine, and when he touches her
she melts into his embrace
hypnotized she will take his hand,
willingly, thrillingly, deliriously
she follows into his afterlife
and her heart bleeds
into his darkness.
EmbraceI lie here waiting for him,Embrace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this bed of dark and shadow.
I am not scared for what to come,
Nor tonight nor tomorrow.
I open the door where she lies waiting,
She thinks she is ready though I'm not sure,
She knows what I have become,
And thinks I am her only cure.
He slowly approaches the bed,
My head is turned to the wall,
But I can hear him breathing,
It won't be long before I fall.
When I join her in her bed,
A bed of dark and shadow,
I let all my dark thoughts flow,
For tonight and tomorrow.
An icy hand lies on my shoulder,
His fingers now cherish my neck,
I will give this body to him,
His lips do a last recheck.
Then my fangs penetrate her throat,
Her soft skin against my lips,
Her blood gushes out her neck,
My hand now on her hips.
His other hand grabs my throat,
And my veins feel so ice cold,
It is time, I cannot go back,
From now on my soul is sold.
And now I lie here with her,
She feels as if in subspace,
Her body within my arms,
In her own vampire's embrace.
And now we lie h
Marital CartelMarital Cartel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bells ring out
On this glorious day
Loved ones come
All will gather
Within one room
Both the kin
Of Bride and Groom
Here the Father
Will take a stand
As everything goes
According to plan
The Groom stands unaided
Awaiting with pride
Down the aisle
Comes the Bride
As two young lovers
Meet face to face
The Father says
His words of grace
The Groom then turns
Before his Bride
The words repeat
Within my mind:
"With this hand
I will lift your sorrows
Your cup will never empty
For I will be your wine
With this candle
I shall light your way into darkness
With this ring
I ask you to be mine"
As the Groom
Concludes his vows
The Bride is lent
Her turn to rouse:
"With this hand
I will lift your sorrows
Your cup will never empty
For I will be your wine
With this candle
I shall light your way into darkness
With this ring
I ask you to be mine"
As the two
Are nearly wed
Their loved ones view
With tears to shed
Their love is holy
Their love is true
Their new life starts
When they say "I
Syrena and PhillipSyrena and Phillip4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Syrena and Phillip
"You are hurt."
"In body only. My mind is at peace. Because of you."
"Yes. I was lost. The wind, the tides they were to renew a man's faith. For me, only you."― Syrena and Philip Swift.
Love can emerge where you least expect it.
For me it was a great gift to see these two beautiful lovers in love and melt through the water!
Change One Little Moment...Did things not go according to your plan, Lord Barkis? asked Victoria spitefully. Then perhaps in disappointment, we are perfectly matched. She turned and walked out of the room. Barkis stood there for a moment in shock, just watching her walk away. Then he ran after her.Change One Little Moment...8 years ago in General More Like This
Oh no you dont! he yelled. He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
Let go of me! she said trying to pull her arm loose. But he was holding on too tight and she couldnt get free.
No! Youre my wife and I say were getting out of here. He said pulling her down the hall.
No! Let go of me! I need to find Victor! Let me go! She twisted and turned and tried to free her arm, but he held tight and, ignoring her yelling, continued out the door and down the street.
Back! Get back! yelled the priest in fro
Sweenett chapter 10Sweeney Todd opened his eyes. It was five in the morning. Well, he'd better get up or else, he was going to be late. His new house was outside of town and it took him a long time to get in the city. This was the only disadvantage of it. He knew, 'cause he had made sure. It was almost half a year ago when he bought the house. It was old and ready to fall down, but he renovated himself. It took him a long time and energy, but it was worth it.Sweenett chapter 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He left the house and started to walk to the city, to Julius Brown's house. The man was not that bad. In fact, Sweeney might have liked him if he was not Nellie's new husband. But that he would never forgive him. Five months ago he offered him a job in his company. Julius owned a ship construction company. Despite the fact that he was a rich man, Sweeney had learned, Nellie made her own money and that's how she sent Toby away to boarding school and saved money for little Helen. She was still a baker and a good one.
He reached Julius's house. Every d
Blind Faith. Chapter 1CHAPTER ONE: Great is Their FaithfulnessBlind Faith. Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wait for the Lord; Be strong, and let your heart take courage. Yes, wait for the Lord.
They came up from the black water like a battalion of abused skeletons. Dressed in cloudy grey, the prisoners-turned-fugitives, emerged, sopping, and dropped into the damp, dark sand. Not all of them managed to succeed against the unforgiving under-toe and many limp frames were dragged back, limbs flopping weakly. Some of them never surfaced again, leaving the shoreline with the simple, desperate memory of a hand or a forehead slipping beneath the murk. Those that pulled forward, clawed at the beach, clinging with ragged and grubby nails. One, spewing seawater from his mouth, clutched a knot in his strained muscles. Another of the frail group collapsed on his hands and knees, his long, matted hair draped over his head and dripping with cold water. None of them spoke for nearly a quarter of the
Drinking gamesDrinking games8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mr.T." Mrs. Lovett walked into the room, carrying down three bottles of gin and two glasses. She set them on the trunk near the door as she tried to wipe the rain water from her face." Rainin' cats an' dogs out there it is love."
"Wot is this for?" Sweeney asked motioning towards the items she had brought. He eyed the grinning baker curiously.
"Well love, it's such a dreary night and it's all ready gettin' late and I just thought you an' I could 'ave a little fun."
He glared at the red headed woman as though she had suggested they steal the popes underwear. "I don' have fun!" He spat the last word out.
"I know, I know dearie but don' you think it'd be ok jus' this once, I mean-"
"No!" She just sighe
Blind Faith Chapter4The gears of the lift squealed out of early morning drowsiness. Neither Lucius Malfoy nor the two escorts who flanked him spoke as they ascended. It was a short ride, but the corners of Lucius disapproving lips twitched in agitation at the creaking and clanking of the under-oiled chains. He looked down at his watch, swiftly, to check the time. Four oclock. He was still tired from his late meetings.Blind Faith Chapter47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Ministry aurors beside him, one a witch with bright eyes and the other a more stocky wizard, were clad in the official-looking indigo robes of their trade. The disciplined pair still held their wands tightly at their sides. They had been rather quiet since they had all left Lucius home. His wife had nearly fainted when she had seen them in the parlor. Narcissa would probably still be fretting, although he had assured her that they were not going to arrest him.
With a clac
Thank You, Harry PotterThank you, Harry Potter, for never giving up.Thank You, Harry Potter4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thank you for fighting for what you believe in and sacrificing too much.
Thank you for never thinking badly of muggleborns, and teaching us about
Friendship, courage, and being a real hero, even when there's a doubt.
Thank you, Ronald Weasley, for helping us face our fears.
For teaching us what true love means, and bringing us to tears.
Thank you for showing us how strong the friendship was you bore.
Thank you for standing up for yourself, and for the greatest kiss in the war.
Thank you, Hermione Granger, for showing us what real beauty is.
Thank you for helping girls across the world fight their own demons.
Thank you for teaching us to be strong in the face of death and danger.
So, with all my heart, thank you, Hermione Granger.
Thank you, Luna Lovegood, for ignoring pressure from your peers.
Thank you, for your fashion sense, with radishes on your ears.
Thank you for being yourself, and never backing down.
Thank you, for saving Hogwarts,
VictimVictim5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Few Things Before I Start:
1. This is inspired by the movie Edward Scissorhands. I saw the movie about fifty times, and I KNOW my details aren't right by the movie, but I prefer it like this.
2. Don't let the short lines mislead you - This is NOT a poem.
3. This is my first fanfiction, so please leave a comment about it
There was an abandoned field
at the edge of the town
It was rumored
to be haunted by
Lots of people tried to enter the field
nobody came back to tell about it
no one knew personally one of these victims
but everyone heard about a one.
Amy ran freely
trying to reach the edge of the town
there was a field there
all of her friends said it was haunted
but she wasn't afraid
she was never afraid
she continued to run
into the field.
How nice will it be
when she'll tell all her friends
that she was the only one
who succeed in crossing the field.
In the distance
she suddenly saw a shadow
of a man
dressed in black,
with dark and messy
ReminiscenceKatherine sat alone in the dark tomb. She felt a lot better since Elena had brought her some blood but she hadn't enjoyed giving her vital information in return for it. Katherine wasn't used to giving she only took things without offering anything in return.Reminiscence5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She sighed, stretching her arms. It got boring, sitting there in the dark without anything to do or anyone to talk to. She eyed the journal Elena had brought her. What was the point in reading about her own past when every single memory was burned into her mind? Even so, she reached for it and flipped it over to the first page. It would at least pass the time.
She skimmed over the first few pages, a wry smile on her lips as she read the diary entries she had written when she was fifteen years old. She had been so young, so naïve. Katherine couldn't understand how she could have been like that once. So much had happened since then.
As she turned over another page, something crackled. It was a loose piece of paper
HH Short - Spring Break 1 - 2012HH Short - Spring Break 1 - 20124 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was about 6:13 AM. Ruby stood ready at the bus station with a suitcase. She squeezed the handle tightly and felt her stomach squirm. She was more excited than she has ever been. She was waiting for the others to arrive. She, along with her friends, were about to all go to Jason's home at Crystal Lake for spring break. She squeezed her eyes shut with excitement and swayed back and forth. When she opened her eyes, she saw a shadow towering over her on the ground before her. She quickly turned around and her heart rate went up. Jason was standing there with a duffel bag.
"H-hi," Ruby whispered.
Jason patted her on the head gently and ruffled her hair a bit. Ruby giggled and matted her hair back in place. Just then Stu showed up with Sadako. They too had suitcases. They were ready to go.
"Who else did you invite, big guy?" Stu asked.
"Well I allowed Ruby to invite her friend, Esther. I know Michael and his friend, Sam, are coming. I guess that's it," Jason rep
Bender - DestielIt was a common occurrence for Dean Winchester. His brain would go directly from Survive, survive, kill it and survive to the mental checklist of all those he cared for.Bender - Destiel5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cas was lying somewhere upstairs in excruciating pain for something that little Whore did to him in Enochian. He kinda wished he could gank her again, slower this time.
Leaving Sam with Gideon, Dean raced through the church, finding his angel on the ground, his features screwed up in pain. "Cas! Cas, man, what'd she do to you?"
All he got were a few grunts and something dangerously close to a broken whimper in response, and that set Dean ablaze with anger like he hadn't known in far too long. This was the anger that came with him knowing that someone he loved was getting hurt
Someone he loved.
Dean carefully tried to untwist Cas, to make it so that he could look into the ever-articulate blue eyes. It didn't mat
This is the horror...Carry the little one to her roomThis is the horror...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the tomb
To the place
Where the joy was erased
And pain replaced
All that was inside
Young man, take her soul for a ride
A body is all yours to take
With nothing at stake
Make all innocence fake
Devour her mind with a greedy hand
Bury her youth in the sand
Her innocence lost in an alien land
An alien body took her away
stole what was inside and left decay
Pleasure is on your mind
Young men never find
She is the kind
That breaks so easily
With carreses given teasingly
This crime could very possibly
Be the one that takes her haltingly
to a dark cold grave
Where no one can ever save
but only deprave
Your eyes stare through her coldly
Those eyes undressing her where she sits
You can't wait until she gets
just what you have to give
So take your time
To you sees fine
Though "no" shines
in her eyes
And all the cries
are no lullabies
but shake the girl to sleep
Years later the child falls
into dreams of those halls
where she ran through bleedin
Garrett and KateI cant believe Jacob gave us this!Garrett and Kate7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, now could you slow down?!
Why would I want to do that?! He let out a whoop as he popped a wheelie on the bike, the girl shrieking and clutching tighter to his seemingly human waist.
Maybe because otherwise you get the couch for the next millennia!
Aw youre such a wet blanket Katie
Urgh, he said as he sniffed. The things I do for you woman
Kate smiled as she lifted her head from the jaguar. But I like your eyes
Garret glared at her before sucking the jaguar dry, he wondered if Edward could hear his mental grumbling from a thousand miles away.
You know, fires just arent the same without marshmallows
Kate cocked her head at her mate quizzically. Whats a marshmallow?
Garret nearly fell over. You mean to tell me that something that has been around since 2000 BC has never been
mozart and usWe are still living with Mozart,mozart and us7 years ago in Other More Like This
down the hall, third door on the right,
third-floor walkup behind the KFC
on the corner of one street and another
we remain unable to leave him.
He follows us home when we stop visiting
and waits on the back porch for handouts:
water, a sandwich, sheet music, that baby grand piano
we always meant to learn to play.
He sits and he waves to the neighbors
and he waits, a stray cat we adopted
without meaning to, we have the heart neither to
keep him or give him away. He will not stay
in the attic or in his apartment, but.
He plays so nicely. He plays our strings
like a cat's cradle of violins and we
cannot help but respond.
writers blockeach word i writewriters block5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it seems wrong
like the lines do not meet the paper
they do not belong
the pencil breaks
my earaser is dead
from scratching the paper
a hole rips
into the paper
the anger gets worse
the fire burns brighter
another crumpled paper
lies on the floor
a new clean paper
to destroy once more
Lost in the FrostOk, this is set in between Tales of Asgard (where our favorite Asgardians are younger than the film) and the Thor movie's age ranges. This is not going to follow any already set story. In age comparisons;Lost in the Frost5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Thor & Fandral: 17
Hogun, Sif and Volstagg: 19
Odin and Frigga: 40-60ish
I do not own marvel or the Thor series. Norse mythology belongs to the world and is free to use.
Not set in any particular Thor verse- just use your imagination.
Please review here- don't sneak behind my back to have a snit fit over my story like a big baby or flame for the sake of flaming.
Warnings: Possible groping, alcohol use, hinted sexy times, and ideologically sensitive. Yaoi. Don't like? Please turn back now. I won't have time for you.
Things were always happy in Asgard. When Loki was happy, the rest of Asgard seemed to gain nothing but smiles and humorous laughs from the Trickster God. Loki always played tricks, but when he was happy, the tricks ende
Never Learned to Fly VINever Learned to Fly VI7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Never Learned to Fly, Chapter VI: The Truth is Not Enough
The day had been long and tiring. All Addie wanted to do was go home and rest. Her mother had promised to take her shopping for the party that was to be held at the Dancing Bear tavern on Saturday night. As she approached the front door of her house, she untied her apron and draped it over her arm.
"Mum!" she called as she entered, "I'm home!" Her mother didn't answer. Perhaps she wasn't home yet. "Mum?" Addie tried again.
A noise came from the kitchen and Addie heard a dish shatter. "Mum what are you doing?" she laughed. Her mother had always been a little clumsy. Addie walked into the kitchen to find Kate leaning on a table to hold herself up, blood dripping down the front of her dress.
"Oh my god!" Addie cried, "Mum!" She rushed to her, helping her stand and walking her over to her bed. "What happened?" she asked.
Addie laid her mother on her
HH Short - Spring Break 3 - 2012HH Short - Spring Break 3 - 20124 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jason cooked the hot dogs as Ruby prepared the buns. Esther got out the condiments and placed them on the table next to the prepared buns on plates. When one batch was finished, Jason would put them on the buns and have Ruby put them near the condiments. Sadako prepared a few cans on beans in one pot. Stu got out sodas and prepared four pitchers for drinks. One with coca-cola, one with caffeine free cola, one with lemonade, and one with water. He put ice cubes in and set the pitches in the fridge to keep them cold until dinner was ready. Even Sam pitched in. He prepared a bowl of sweets from his bag for dessert.
When the food was ready, Sadako called out to the others. They came in and prepared their hotdogs with whatever they wanted on them. Sadako scooped beans onto their plates as they passed by. Stu placed out cups with the pitchers. Everyone, and eventually the ones who helped prepare the meal, all sat down at two tables they pulled together. The meal was delicious. They all laugh
Bellatrix and Voldemort C23-26Chapter 23Bellatrix and Voldemort C23-265 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Dark Lord's grip on Bellatrix's dress tightened and he leaned in closer to her face, his eyes burning into hers. She felt her breathing increase, as if it wasn't already rapid. "Is that the prophecy, James?" Her master growled, still staring into her eyes, as if he were talking to her.
"Sure is, my Lord." James said happily. Bellatrix didn't dare take her eyes away from her master's; no matter how much she wanted to cast a glance at James. He continued to stare directly into her eyes. Bellatrix could feel his mind burning into hers.
"Well done, James." The Dark Lord sighed finally, as if releasing all of his anger. He didn't loosen his grip on Bellatrix as he turned to look at James. Bellatrix took this chance to stare at the floor, suddenly not wanting to look at James. "You know where to put the prophecy James." He said. "I want you to bring it there and then come back here. We need to teach Bellatrix a lesson."
"With pleasure, my Lord." James said, still happily. Bell