YeBum-The Vampire and The Werewolf chap.5YeBum-The Vampire and The Werewolf chap.52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why are you still in that vampire's house?"
Yesung woke up to a werewolf's voice. His room was practically at the second floor but since the place was very quiet, he could hear the conversation outside the window between the two werewolves by the house's doorstep.
"This was once my house too." Kibum retorted. "And he used to be my brother." This time Kibum had a softer and sadder tone of voice. "He's dying because I bit him but he doesn't hate me at all and wants me to stay by his side."
"He might be tricking you. Telling you to stay by his side when he's actually contacting other vampires. Then they'll come and kill you or maybe torture you to tell them where the wolf pack is." From what Yesung could hear, he could sense that this werewolf has a lot of hatred towards vampires.
"No. I trust him. I knew him all my life."
"But he lied to you all your life."
royal slave chapter 16Royal slave: chapter 16royal slave chapter 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was so glad to finally return home. I had missed my mom and dad so much and naturally i had been very happy to see them again. Before i had met Jasmine's mother, i was really concerned that i would never see my mother or my father again. I owned the royal family alot. If it wasn't for them, then i might've never returned home.
Years had passed by. Alot had changed since i returned home. The royals had allowed me to come over and play with Jasmine when either of us asked. And naturally, i began to have a good bond with Jasmine and her parents.
I was 17-years-old now. I was getting my personal belongings packed. For i wasmaking myself ready for a one-way journey to the royal palace. I had planned to work there as a slave seeing as there wasn't anything i could do here. But that wasn't the main the reason. I actually wanted to spend much more time with Jasmine. If i went to work for her father and mother, then i would spend 24 hours a day/ 7 days a wee
Change of hearts 1Fanfic of SherlockChange of hearts 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Change of hearts 1
"I can't believe my dear Howard is gone!"cried the old widow out as peramedics removed the dead body of her murdered husband. "Anyone who pops to mind that hated your husband so much that he wanted him dead?"I asked not interested in the grief of the wheeping widow.
"What he means is that we're sorry for your loss ma'am."John picked in, trying to smooth-talk my emotionless action. "But we want to catch the killer of your husband as quickly as possible and therefor we need to question any person of interest. Is there someone in preticuliar where Mr. Jamesson spended a lot of time with?". "Well..."she sniffed. "There is one person who knew my husband better then I did and that's our granddaughter. She lives here at the mansion ever since she was 15 because her parents died in a car accident. Even though she has the rebelious character of her late mother instead of the character of my late son, she and my husband sticked together like g
SurvivalSurvival4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora's orders were simple: Find and kill. Discreetly, if possible; no need for a fuss. The Target was somewhere in this district of Roma, nearby. She knew nothing more than the fact he'd be somewhat lavishly dressed and in a hood. That was all the information she'd need. She's never had trouble identifing any targets before. They all had the same gait, the same malice in their eyes to certain people in the crowd.
Fiora sighed as she rose from the bench she had been resting on. It was dusk, and he'd be out here soon. They all always come out at night, when no one can see. She started off towards the now closing shops, her split dress and long chesnut hair flowing behind her. She scanned the dispersing groups of civilians. No one that fit the criteria. All of them just regular people of Roma, from peddlers to nobles.
About to start off heading east towards the Pantheon, her trained eyes caught a glimpse of rough dark material flowing in a nearby alley. Someone was there. Her
-IshidaxOrihime :: Weakness--IshidaxOrihime :: Weakness-5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She has to see it.
She has to know it's there.
She's so mistaken, so innocent and so unknowing in thinking that she loves him.
She can't love him.
She shouldn't love him.
I want her to love me.
I want her to see what I can see, I want her to realize that she doesn't belong with him, with the boy who cannot make up his mind and who loves someone else.
I love her.
I love her more than anyone else; more than Rukia, who fell into our lives, more than Kurosaki, whom her misguided affection is for, much more than that man who calls himself my father...
I want to tell her, but I know I cannot.
She loves him.
Even though it hurts her, even though it isn't really love, she believes that she loves him.
He breaks her down.
He destroys her, even if neither of them realize it.
She smiles and says it is heroism, he swoops in blindly and says nothing at all. He doesn't love her. He is confused; unable to decide if he cares for her, or merely for the safety of a friend.
I care for her.
Enough that I w
...:Lila Thomson BIO:...NOTE: This template was taken from FearMyPiplup and some of the information may be the same, because our OC's are twins....:Lila Thomson BIO:...2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Lila Chelsea Thomson
Age: 15 years of age
Birthday: May 23rd
Hair Color: A violet coilour
Eye Color: Bright green
Skin Color: Pale
Lives: Cerulean City
Goals: To befriend loads of different kinds of Pokemon and to become the most succesful Pokemon co-ordinater. She also wants to travel all around the world.
-Eevee (partner Pokemon)
Likes: Participating in contests, her pokemon, friends, swimming, battling, Chile, baking poffins, raising her pokemon.
Dislikes: Getting into trouble, being told she's wrong, people hitting her, being shouted at, dry food, being alone.
Personality Traits: Hyper, a little full of
RematchRematch2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
The Training Room
The sound of metal being crushed, torn to shreds by an angry emerald-skinned giant, who decided to vent his rage, echoes throughout the entire room. A thunderous roar soon follows as the Green Goliath lashes out against the remaining obstacles that dared to assault him. In a matter of minutes everything is destroyed, leaving nothing but carnage and destruction in his wake.
JARVIS' announcement goes seemingly unnoticed by the Hulk, blocked out by his breathing and the savage rage that threatened to consume his mind. He stands motionless, unmoving from the very spot where he terminated the remaining obstacles. Then he heard the sound of hands clapping together, which immediately causes him to turn in the direction that the sound originated f
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
Nieve y AzucarNieve y Azucar6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
En Rumania, a la sombra de los helados bosques, muchos demonios invertían el tiempo de su fin de semana para salir de cacería a sus terrenos. Vigilar como halcones desde elevadas copas y descargar sus mortales garras sobre cualquier intruso era una manera digna de pasar el tiempo, hacer trazos complicados en la dura corteza de un árbol y marcarla con su aroma también era otra manera en que un macho seguía ejerciendo sus funciones y desde luego enalteciendo el nombre de su clan.
Para Aurion Barsov las mañanas, eran un poco diferentes
-Amor, ¡buenos días! El clima es maravilloso y esta mañana encontré un nuevo nido de gorriones en uno de los arboles de aquí cerca Aurion sintió como un delgado pero notable peso caía sobre él, que aun se mantenía entre las sabanas Aurion, ¡querido, anda abre los ojos!
La cariñosa y melodiosa voz insistió un par de veces más antes de
IshiHime DrabblesIt never occurred to him, and he never does, but her smile was so contagious that it made him do so. She was like a drug, slowly taking over his supposed sane mind, breaking all the barriers he put up all those years that separated him from society, giving him new eyes. Uryu should stay away from Inoue-san if he still wants to keep things as it is. But then, he doesn't. No. He hates how he was as much as how he hates buttons & the word haphazard. He wants her to drown him in her overwhelming warmth he has been yearning for all these years.IshiHime Drabbles4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mornings had never been kind toward him. He has always been waking up to the unpleasantly cold atmosphere that made him want to stay a little bit more in bed. But he wouldn't care. Not at all. Now that he had all the warmth he'll ever need by his side. Hence, all the more reason to linger more in bed.
Uryu is in pain. Although, he can't seem to distinguish which hurts more; being stabbed by his own friend, or seeing the woman he ever loved in tea
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Game Shop (Parody)GAME SHOP (Parody of "Thrift Shop" by Mackelmore) [WORK IN PROGRESS]Game Shop (Parody)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hey, can we go game shopping?
I’m gonna buy some games
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I-i-I’m huntin’ lookin’ for a bargain
This is fucking awesome
Talk inta the chat like what up I got Bioshock
Not Infinite, I just got the first one from a game shop
Getting games new couldn’t be any lamer
The people like “Damn, that’s a cheap ass gamer!”
Strolling in, stuff to buy
Going where the handhelds lie
Models all in pink ‘cept
The Game Boy Colors, those are white
Game Gear games, then I think
“Super Columns, that looks cheap”
Wish I did some research
Could be as bad as E.T.
But shit, it’s just 95 cents!
If I get confident, watchin’ it
My collection gets me compliments
Passing out from those midnight sessions
Let’s Plays I be copyin’
But me and money truckin’ in
I am browsin’ an
Welcome to the Dark Woods, MissIt's so much fun!Welcome to the Dark Woods, Miss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their solemn grins hung over the crowd, showing the deepest pain.
I want to die.
"Welcome to our circus," the deformed one fell to the ground. "Tonight, who would like to see the display the fright of these horrid beings?"
Get me out of here, please.
Voices echoed through the crowd. Chanting ceased when the ringmaster held up her hand. "It is time to begin," she cleared her throat. "Oh, the deformity!"
Slowly, a tiny girl, no more than sixteen, made her way down the street. A basket of treats bobbed in the clutches of her left arm, hopeful and just asking to be eaten.
"No nonsense," she spoke. "No eating treats, they're for Meito." The girl was cross with herself. She had no willpower, how was she to travel to the city and walk back to her humble home in the outskirts without sneaking a tempting bite of a chocolate-coated apple? Her short brown hair fell in front of her face. Almond brown, her mother would state. Chocolate, her fath
Premonition BluesPremonition Blues4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snow was heavy
under midnight's guise.
The white ground reflected
city lights into the clouds:
it was as bright as the half light
that bled over the mountains
and flowed into the valleys
just hours before (the sun
The air was silent:
a powder keg soundtrack
sitting on a camel's back.
There were dead flags
on poles or lying in ashes.
Smoke seeped through the earth
on every horizon
like the breath
of a dragon slumbering
after a fierce campaign.
No one was left
to inhale the dust and ash.
Their bodies were dormant
and they dreamed their faith.
And a Dandelion stood stout
in a field of grey and soot.
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
An artistAn artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
I Would Kiss YouI Would Kiss You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Would Kiss You
When I see you lying there
With the moonlight in your hair
As your weariness has carried you to sleep
I look on your lovely face
So relaxed and full of grace
And I would kiss you.
When I look into your eyes
And I feel you hypnotize
And transport me to the place I long to go
Your lips look so fine to me
There is nowhere else to be
Oh, I would kiss you!
When we laugh and play and tease
You fill up my heart with ease
And the joy you give my life just overflows
I would take you in my arms
I am so captive to your charms
Ah, I would kiss you!
When I see that you are sad
For some reason feeling bad
My heart aches along with you until it goes
I would brush away your tears
Try to comfort all your fears
And, I would kiss you
When comes that fateful day
When one of us must pass away
And I hope that I go first, but heaven knows
The one thing I most will miss
I s the rapture of your kiss
The final thing I'd do is this
I would kiss you
Yes, I would kiss you
Viper's Fury - Chapter 1Viper's Fury - Chapter 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
U.S. Interstellar Marine Corps, Forward Operating Installation SMMC Micheal P. Barrett
Interstellar War I, Argo-Vela Constellation Combat Zone - "Op. Untamed Fury", Vibora Report
Interview with Capt. Jamie Pearson, Staff Sgt. Larry Jones, PO1-SWO Gordon Boudreaux
Reporter - Craig Freeman, CNN-BBC News Affiliate
Recorded Data Archives, 2095.11.10, Nova-VII
Three Naval Infantry soldiers, two Marines and a Navy SEAL, walked the United States Interstellar Marine Corps, FOI SMMC Michael P. Barrett Walk of Remembrance. I quietly followed their march around the barracks, through the fields and onto the shiny black deck where memorials were placed for Marines both missing- and killed-in-action during the First Interstellar War.
Around the base, groups of recruits were being run right into the ground by their drill instructors as they chanted cadences from the Marine Corps years' past. The drill instructors barked the cadence lines and recruits sung along.
"A-lo right, a-lo right la