Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 2DISCLAIMER:Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yugi, Atemu, and others DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!! They belong to the people who made the show and manga, got it? TY!
FROM ATEMU'S P.O.V.
Message: Re. An Inquirey.
Atemu? You're alive? You came back? You gave up your afterlife and pardice? ARE YOU CRAZY!?
The message on his little labtop screen was almost too sweet to bear. It hurt Atemu to look at it, simply because he had finally found him... He had finally found his hikari, his Yugi. And he'd just been called crazy. 'Lovely greeting, Yugi' he thought. Are you crazy. Ah, but it was a good question to ask. Was he crazy? Atemu chuckled a little, and hit the reply button. That's when he felt it.
The wave that crashed down on his hikari, the despair that now, too, enveloped him. He knew he would more acutely feel this if he were near Yugi, but this pain was so intense! Was this what his Yugi had been feeling all this time? He typed rapidly his reply:
You're in pain, Aibou. Where are you? Tell m
Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 1"Logging in as Y-Millennium..."Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Welcome back, Y-Millennium, you have 1 messages, 1 is new!"
18 year-old Yugi Moto, the Japanese top gamer blinked at the computer screen. A message from someone on the forum? That was unusual. He didn't get along very well with people on the Net, just like in real life. Depression ruled him, and it caused him to say very depressing things. Most people just told him to commit suicide, others said get over it, and some were kind enough to lend advice on how to get through this 'phase' of his. But it wasn't a phase. It was because...
Stop thinking about that, Yugi commanded himself. Thinking about that only leads to pain. So, without another thought, Yugi opened the link to his inbox, and checked over the title of the message along with the user name that sent it.
From: Y-Egyptian-King Subject: An Inquirey.
Y-Egyptian King, huh? Thought Yugi. Y-E-K was well-known for his strange opinions on things, and for his way of talking, he'd heard
On The Use Of DeathA little bit of helpful advice to those young padawan writers out there. The following applies to the writers of ALL prose, no matter what genre you're in, so listen up.On The Use Of Death9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Death in the use of storytelling is a very tricky thing, and I've seen plenty of writers and even filmmakers screw it up with the greatest of ease.
Now, please, don't get me wrong, death is a VERY powerful and emotionally motivating tool to use in prose, and can be the deciding factor in whether or not your story is cream or crap. By all means, it's there to be made use of, but you've got to remember that it's no arbitrary thing.
First of all, once you've made the decision to kill a characters, once it's been deemed by the events of your writing that an important person has to die, it has to have meaning behind it, or at least surrounding it. Either they've nobly sacrificed their lives for their loves and comrades, or they've become so depressed and withdrawn they finally turn to suicide for an escape, or their death h
red snowIt was like any other day of romance. Two young couple stood by the street lightred snow9 years ago in General More Like This
waiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat
they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though…the sky was dark grey with white speckled floating down.
Few minutes passed by and it was still quiet. There weren't any shops open at this late hour, nor any customers passing by.
Suddenly the girl spoke quietly.
"I think the dinner went pretty nicely" she said.
"I think the meat could have been less salty thought..." the boy spoke in silence. They laughed silently for few seconds and the conversation stopped. In a moment the boy started to mumble something. The girl looked at him slowly as he started chewing on his finger.
"how many times have I told you not to bite your finger?" she quickly pulled the hand away from his mouth.
"..I…I'm sorry I didn't realize I was" he quickly put his hands back in his pocket.
The girl gulped and closed her eyes. "if the the
Love without a heart ch.1Love without a heartLove without a heart ch.19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What's wrong with you blondie? You move slower than a heartless!" Axel laughed as he dodged another hit from Roxas. The blonde boy growled in frustration while Axel continued to taunt and tease him. He threw his blade to the ground and leaned on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Axel had been training him nonstop since he had woken up. After he first arrived here and recovered completly, Xemens had requested that Axel train Roxas. Roxas didn't really understand completly what he was being trained for exactly, but he went along with it. "A-Axel...can...can we please take a break?" Axel raised a brow. "Tired already? Man you really are weak! Nothing like that keyblade wieling twerp...though you really do resemble him." Roxas looked up. "Do you have to keep compairing me to him?!" He picked his blade back up and charged at Axel. The red head laughed and blocked his hit. "Nice try Roxas, but you need more practice before you can land a hit on me!" Roxas
RikuRoku - Little RedRikuRoku - Little Red8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
MHC: Officalness!! IT BURNS!!!!
MHC: on to the ficcy!
Welcome home, Roxas! Olettes words played through the blondes mind like a broken record. Home More like Hell Roxas hissed as he entered the huge gap in the Twilight squares wallhis red trench coat flickering in the wind behind him like a fire. Upon entering, he was greeted by a beautiful sight: a forest illuminated with fireflies hovering slowly in certain areas. The full moon could be seen through a gap in the trees; making rays of light shine through certain spots in the branches.
The blonde sighed as he casually approached the opening. Upon reaching it, he sat down in the grass before averting his gaze up at the moon.
Roxas sighed and let himself fall backwards onto the soft grass. He smiled to himself. I guess Sora was rightit feels so much better to have this weight lifted off my shoulders. Roxas closed his eyes. A year ago, when Roxas
Nothing v1.5NothingNothing v1.59 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A short play by David Couture
A bare stage. GUY 1 is standing CENTRE stage.
GUY 2 [entering]. Hey.
GUY 1. Hello.
GUY 2. What are you doing?
GUY 1. I'm watching the burning house.
GUY 2. What burning house?
GUY 1. The one that's offstage.
GUY 2. It's offstage?
GUY 1. What do you see onstage?
GUY 2. Nothing.
GUY 1. That's because it's offstage.
GUY 2. Then what's the point?
GUY 1. It's a plot device.
GUY 2. A what?
GUY 1. A plot device. Something introduced to the narrative in order to advance it. In this case, a burning house.
GUY 2. Is it working?
GUY 1. You're here now.
GUY 2. Is it a symbol?
GUY 1. Everything is a symbol.
GUY 2. I don't get it.
I don't think I like this plot device.
GUY 1. Give it time. Have
Can You See Me? SasoDeiBook? Check. Pencils? Check. Notebook? Check. Folder? Check. Backpack? Check. Dairy? Check. Looks like I have everything, un.Can You See Me? SasoDei7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Deidara walked out the door; shutting and locking it behind him. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, walked down the steps in front of his small home, and began his difficult walk to school. It was the middle of December, and the weather was not being kind.
Sasori slammed his fist down on the buzzing alarm clock and groggily climbed out of bed. He brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his hair before throwing on some clothes. He went downstairs and grabbed a piece of toast to eat on the way to school. Grabbing his back pack and slinging it over his shoulder, he exited the house. He didnt bother to lock the door since Chiyo hadnt left yet. Sasori threw his black backpack into the back of his Jaguar. He climbed into the front seat and started the car; pulling out of the driveway and heading o
Things Went Wrong Part IVAs he stepped out of the locker room Riku yawned widely, linking his fingers above his head as he stretched. Despite knowing it did little good he really wished he would wake up a little more, but he supposed having been up until two in the morning had not allowed him enough rest to expect the weariness to wear off anytime too soon.Things Went Wrong Part IV8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He crossed to the side of the gym where the other students were, and barely resisted the impulse to groan when he picked up on Tidus voice. Blitzball was of course the subject and something about a girl named Yuna that had come by during practice, and how cute she was, and something else that he didnt care to pay more attention to as he took his assigned place on the gym floor.
Wasnt that movie great, Riku? Sora inquired, learning around a blond guy named Seifer that had been placed between them specifically to cut down on side chatter. It didnt seem to have had the intended effect at all, and their human wall had learned
Things Went Wrong IIThere was a one day reprieve between that day and the next period of the dreaded class. Eight class periods were halved between blue days and white days, a pointless inclusion of school colors, and thus every other day hed walk into purgatory to work with his personal harbinger of doom.Things Went Wrong II8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One day could be more fleeting than Riku ever realized, even with the droning monotony of his most boring courses. Hed found as the hours hurried along that he wished theyd slow down, the normal crawling pace that hed become accustomed to while he jotted notes and pretended that he cared especially about quadratic formulas or the phases of the moon.
Time had never wanted to behave for him, and soon enough the day was done and hed learned nothing more than the fact that he truly didnt want to be in class the next day. Hed no more desire to be there than he would want his nails pulled out, but he hadnt any choice in the matter and he knew it, a sense of forl
Another Unheard Love PoemIt's like drowning in your own bathtub, with no one to hear you cry.Another Unheard Love Poem9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's like growing to be 110, and spending the last 30 years wishing you'd die.
It's like spending the summer on Miami Beach and going home with no tan.
It's like watching the girl of your dreams in the arms of another man.
It's like walking to her house every day and she's never home.
It's like being called by no one, but spending every minute on the phone.
It's like investing all your hopes and dreams in the most unreliable bank of mental faith.
It's like feeling every minute of your countless efforts has been a waste.
It's like getting dumped at the altar and still wearing the ring.
It's knowing she'll read this, and it won't change a fucking thing...
A Whisper in your EarI love all of my friends on DA more than anythingA Whisper in your Ear10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but for the person this poem is too ...... you know who you are.....
Fate Rewrite P. 1Fate Rewrite P. 110 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, white socks and a white shirt. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Nice weather today, eh?
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. What, like Godfrey?
GOD. No. Like God.
PETER. As in… [pointing skywards]
PETER. Your parents had high expectations or something?
GOD. I have no p
Who Am I - BlingieWho am I?Who Am I - Blingie9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a person. A brother. A son. A friend.
I like pasta. I go to school. I get good grades.
I go into town. I hang out. I want to get a job.
I like watching TV, playing video games, reading.
I don't like swimming, skateboarding or public speaking.
I get sick. I like to sleep in. I'm terrible at exams.
I support my friends. They support me.
I can be happy. Sad. Excited. Bored.
I like renting movies and eating pizzas on a Friday night.
I play piano. I watch Monty Python.
I spill things on my shirt. I have a weird taste in music.
Gay is not who I am. It does not define my personality.
Gay is not what I am. It does not change that I am human.
Gay is not when I am. There is no beginning and no end.
Gay is not where I am. There is no such place.
Gay is not why I am. There is no reason for it.
I am what I am.
Q and A - Anonymous"Why?" that is my ultimate question.Q and A - Anonymous9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know the answers.
Q: "Why am I so scared?"
A: We live in a small town, people can't know we're "different."
Q: "Why does my heart speed up every time I hear your voice?"
A: You're voice is one of the most beautiful sounds on earth.
Q: "Why can't I tell you how I feel?"
A: I am scared you will reject me, you don't like women much.
Q: "Why do I hate your ex, even though your better off without him?"
A: He broke you're heart. You still love him. I wish you would love me instead.
Q: "Why do I always hope you'll call when I am down?"
A: You know what to say to make me feel better… and I love talking with you.
Q: "Why can't I talk to everyone about how great you are?"
A: We are both women, and we are both still in the closet.
Q:"Why can't I leave Him to be with you?"
A: I Love Him too
But the most important answer to "WHY" is:
Because I Love You.
Because I love two people, totally
Stand in the RainHe stands in the forest and lets the rain pour over him.Stand in the Rain7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His hair sticks to his face and his neck and his clothes are heavy now that they're wet but in the rain you can hardly tell he's crying.
And the rain dims the pain a bit, too.
That is, the pain from his lost arms.
His aching heart and dry throat aren't about to be cured by a few raindrops.
He's tired and hungry and thirsty and bleeding but he doesn't really care about all that.
What he does care about is that the one person who cared about him is lying face-down in the mud with two swords piercing his heart in a distant cave.
He's numb, apparently.
There's no rage.
No hatred for the wretched girl and old hag who did this to him.
There's only pain.
There's only pain and it's unbearable.
He thinks he's going to break down any minute now because surely no human being was meant to deal with this sort of misery.
The rain and the wind gain intensity and it's cold, so cold but he suspects it's more the loneliness than the weather
Step by Step - IejNeh, no pink clouds here. I never was one for pink. The little triangle I can live with though, wink wink, nudge nudge.Step by Step - Iej10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So just clouds, picture yourself some nice, solid clouds. White 'n fluffy ones. And then a small, blond girl with glasses and baggy clothes skipping around on them. Wheee! See? She looks pretty content there, right? Yeah, that's me in my little piece of sky. Let's keep me there.
I stretch all the way up to the cabinet to grab some plates. Damn you, five feet and six inches of me. Grow some. On my toes I strain to get them and yay, finally manage to get them. Back on my feet, phew.
Then suddenly I feel two hands slip around my middle, all the way. A warm head with bright blue eyes and a big, big smile appears on my shoulder. Talking about a rush of blood to the head there, I'm sure some fire-alarm will go off anytime here.
Everyone: meet my girlfriend. Girlfriend, audience, audience, girlfriend. Yes, got introduced properly? So this is my girlfriend, a big yay t
Letter to DeidaraDear Deidara,Letter to Deidara7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've never been a very social person.
Even as a child, I enjoyed solitude. That's why this is so hard for me to say. But I have to, I really do, because if I don't tell you now I never will.
Okay, here goes...
I love you, brat.
I love you with every fiber of my being. My life's been brighter since you came into it. When I'm about to give up and feel like throwing my heart container into Zetsu's room, your bright blue eyes and brilliant smile save me.
I don't know why I'm telling you this there is, after all, no chance that someone like you would ever love an unfeeling puppet like me. No, you deserve much better. But still, I can't help but wonder what it'd be like falling askeep in your arms.
I'd kiss your forehead and cheer you up when you cry.
I'd play with your hair and laugh with you when you're happy.
I'd sit on the edge of your bed, watch you dream about happy things and hear you breath.
I'd fight the nightmares away when they come, be your knight in shining
Olives - ShiverBeast" Hey, pass the remote."Olives - ShiverBeast9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare blankly at the screen,
as if the bright
pixels hypnotized me to
I pass the remote.
The silence grew as she surfs
through the channels,
as if something would
I feel the sofa somehow
away from her, as if
it is saving me from
the violent silence.
I could almost hear
the remote's taps-
each molecular sound
seems to be pushing me-
ever so closely to
I feel her eyes upon me even
though they stare
sharply at the screen. I
feel she is breathing
in the words
I've wanted to say.
Mindlessly, I clear my
"Mom, I need to tell you
She continues changing the
"What?" She says
with a discouraging tone;
her gaze changes to the
where lays an empty jar of green
some slices of cheddar
"Where are the olives ?"
My words seem to be captured by
lack of compassion. I continue,
willing to stop her
hypnotic trance towards
willing to cease
AsexualAsexualAsexual6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
More than I care to admit
They'd say it's because I'm a
I don't know
Thinking about space
That I've never felt
Yes, I'm curious
But only by thoughts
Want to have sex.
Is that wrong?
Time To GoMemories start to fadeTime To Go9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And soon it takes more than your name
To make me smile again
I know you don't love me
I can't deny it anymore
Have to stop playing these little games with myself
Stop saying you'll soon love me for sure
You're standing with that girl again
The one with lip gloss smudged all over her face
You move your hands to her waist
And keep them there.
To show her off without a care
Or a single thought
As to how I might feel
At least I'm not a floozy and what I feel is real
To be honest I smile to myself whenever you get hurt
Then think of ways to mend a broken heart
Some homebrewed remedy for a fresh start
You're taking up needed space in my heart
Sitting there, gathering dust
There should be nothing left for you,
No love or lust
Just pure obsession
And it's time to let go.
Perfect AsianSo you want to be an Asian?Perfect Asian8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then well put you through some tests
Have you ever solved equations,
And shied out of your requests?
Have you ever scored a hundred,
On any tests youve taken,
And have you ever wondered
How you were ever mistaken?
You have? Good job, youre on your way,
To becoming a fine Asian
But dont get too confident,
Youre still only partly Asian
Have you ever discovered,
Mistakes on teachers tests?
And got extra points recovered,
When a test is reassessed?
Can you solve logarithms,
And calculate the discriminant,
Do you know the meaning of biorhythm,
And is all your thinking immanent?
You can? Good enough, thats step two,
Youve passed so far, and youre pretty smart,
Yet thats not all you need,
Step up, and well see, if youre styles on par
Is your wardrobe style questionable,
And all your best clothes cheap?
And to make your glasses acceptable,
Are they as thick as thimbles are deep?
Is your he
If Only I Knew SoonerApril 2005If Only I Knew Sooner10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He knew it all along.
From the first time he and I met,
until I confessed to him tonight.
He knew that every time I caught her eye
my insides exploded into a thousand choruses
saying how much I care for her.
He knew that catching her eye
was catching a lifetime of happiness for me.
He knew. But I didn't.
If only I knew.
If only I knew sooner,
Before I had grown attached to this other man
Before lifetimes had come and gone
And happiness had been reinstated without her
If only I knew sooner.
I knew tonight though
sitting next to her,
my heart spiraling round and round
Beating as if just for her alone
and yet it beats for two.
A year has past,
and yet my heart has not moved on.
I saw her yesterday and it was the same.
Her eyes still enchant me; her lips still taunt me,
and I, I cannot seem to move.
Paralyzed by her words, her movements even,
it's as though not a second has past
and no one has changed.
I'm still just as nervous as I was then.
When Your Heart Stops Beating When Your Heart Stops BeatingWhen Your Heart Stops Beating9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong.
My second is that she's lying.
When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed think