Mias and Elle fan fiction LibraryThe completed stories I wrote about StressedJenny' characters, Mias and Elle.Mias and Elle fan fiction Library3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Mias and Elle: http://bunny-tune-94.deviantart.com/art/Mias-and-Elle-258441379
A one shot about Elle thinking about her old life.
2. My first full story fanfiction between Mias, Elle, Elias and Abernos.
Angels and KnightsKisame didn't know why he let Sasori do this to him.Angels and Knights5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Friday nights were set aside for going out on the pull, true. And yes, this time it was the redhead's turn to pick the bar. But that didn't mean he had to pick THIS place.
Kisame sighed and looked around the room in despair. It wasn't as if the place was bad. If anything, it was quite classy. Soft lights, tasteful decor and drinks that cost an arm and a leg to buy. Oh yes, very high class, for a gay bar. And therein lays the problem.
He isn't the most classy of guys by far. Granted, when occasion calls for it, he can clean up nicely. But in this bar, most guys were all Armani wearing, more money than sense and downright snobby guys. Not his type at all. Okay, they were all goodlooking, that was a bonus. But, perhaps too goodlooking. The shark felt more than just a little underdressed.
And Sasori, his so-called-friend who dragged him here, had fucked off to chase a blonde. Leaving him to stand here alone like a piece of funiture. Whic
First Kisses- a KisaItaThe first time Kisame had kissed Itachi, it had been a mere impulse.First Kisses- a KisaIta7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Theyd just returned from a difficult assassination in the Rain Village. When he thought back on it, Kisame would reflect with amusement that he couldnt even remember who theyd been sent to kill, nor what he looked like, or even how long the mission had taken to complete. What he COULD remember however was that the polish on Itachis pointer fingers was starting to chip that day, and Itachis feet had scuffed up little clouds of dust when he walked, and that his hair had smelled like Lavender, thanks to the hotel shampoo. (Incidentally, he couldnt remember the hotels name either.) But hed never told his partner any of those things, partly because it was creepy, and partly because the observation about his hair made him sound like a girl. Another thing hed never told his partner about that day was it had been bothering him for a while, the thought of how the Uchiha
How to be A Fanfic WriterThe Fizzaddict approach.How to be A Fanfic Writer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING. This method should only be used if you are willing to consume vast amounts of Dr. Pepper and swear profusely.
1. Promise yourself to go to sleep early the night before. This is so that you can wake up early on your day off, get it over and done with whilst still having time for other activities.
2. Wake at two o'clock in the afternoon and curse for ten minutes.
3. Get dressed and switch on laptop. Get distracted for an hour by DA updates.
4. Turn off the wireless internet so that you cannot be distracted and open office writer.
5. Spend fives minutes unable to think of an opening line.
6. Leave laptop alone and pick up rubbish/clothes/books etcetera off the floor, including fifteen empty cans of Dr. Pepper. This is so that you can have a clean and healthy environment to get the writer juices flowing.
7.Realize that all your anime dvds are out of their cases and put them right. Then alphabetize them, a
DamagedShe held the pen tightly within her fingers, gripping it firmly, though the slickness of her palms made her grasp slippery and loose.Damaged4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With a sharp intake of breath that indulged her greedy lungs and furiously pounding heart, she touched the black ball point to paper, carefully carving letters upon it in a slow, steady manner. The ink marked the once pristine white sheet, bleeding slightly, and she frowned, halting her hand so that she might observe the damage she had brought about or better yet, inflicted upon the innocent, oh-so innocent leaf of paper.
Her grip tightened once more for but a single moment, before it grew lax. She then dropped the pen and ripped herself harshly from the desk.
Landlocked 15Landlocked 156 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ariel took Urchins request like a blast of cold air to the face. Refreshing, relieving, yet--
Why? Ariel asked, shaking the shock from her mind. Urchin laughed his beautiful laugh.
Take a look around, he said. I live in a hovel, confined to the ocean that everyone knows. Nowhere to go, nowhere to call my own. Everyone here knows my past and they treat me different for it. I want a clean slate, Ariel, and new things. Like you.
Ariel sat back, thinking this over.
Theres no way I can say no without sounding like a hypocrite, she mused aloud.
Of course, Urchin smiled. I planned it that way.
Have you thought this out? She asked, trying to be mature.
Have you? H countered. The excuses you gave me earlier were just that: excuses. If we go to the surface, theres no coming back, not even for a visit. Youre to important. You
Charles' TimelineCharles' Timeline2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Lord Charles Viktor Arrhenius
Current age: 232/142*
- 1780: Born in Vadikov, Kreev. Charles' father was a bookkeeper who married into a lordship. His family was technically entitled to high society although they could never keep straight faces at parties. They were rather snarky with their privileged peers and passed this irreverence to their son. Charles had two elder siblings who died in infancy.
- 1808: Marries Katerina Ingmer. They have two children together, Rodolf and Natalie.
- 1811: Charles' father dies and he inherits his title. Not too much changes. He's thirty-one and writes infamously wry columns, essays, and short stories with growing renown.
- 1814: After an increasingly distant and cool relationship, Katerina and Charles divorce, Katerina feeling Charles is disconnected and uninterested in being a father, more devoted to his writing than his family. Charles does not contest this, Katerina moves elsewhere with their children. Charles would be
I love you, mommy.Mother: I love you, sweetie.I love you, mommy.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Daughter (Age 4): I love you, mommy!
Mother: I love you, sweetie.
Daughter (Age 10): Make sure to drop me off a block away from school, I'll walk.
Mother: I love you, sweetie.
Daughter (Age 16): Whatever.
Mother: I love you, sweetie.
Daughter (Age 20): Yeah, Yeah, mom. I gotta get back to work.
Mother: I love you, sweetie.
Daughter (Age 32): Aha, alright.
Daughter (Age 43): -Places rose on tombstone- I love you, mommy...
Love your mom.
You may not realize it now but she really does loves you.
Do yourself a favor and don't realize it last minute.
What are they....What are they....3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You don't know me right now, but trust me, I look just like you!
Let me tell you about myself!
I'm a boy, that has brown hair, and blue eyes just like you mommy!
You don't know me but when you figure out who I am, I bet you well be proud and happy!
Today you told daddy about your little tube that appeared a cross after you urinated.
You seemed to be surprised to me!
When you told dad he seemed angry.
I don't think you noticed though.
You said later that night that you enjoyed and loved me so.
I love you too Mommy!
The next day, daddy had a weird smell in his mouth... He punched you.
And he hurt you. I heard your heart that soothed me to sleep, is now beating really fast!
I got scared. You jumped back and put your hands on me to protect me.
I don't like daddy. He is scary. The other day he came up to you and apologized.
I still think he is a bad man. When I grow up, I will make sure no one will hurt you!
Tonight, you didn't talk to me or touch me, or even sing. You usually do,
Pride Parade The air was fresh as she ran through the streets for today was special dayPride Parade2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A smile spread across the child's face once she spotted the parade
There were colors and colors everywhere dancing all around
People cheering and singing with glee and confetti on the ground
The little girl cheered and jumped up and down and waved into the crowd
But her cheering was stopped once she noticed a child who simply wasn't allowed
A woman stood above her with her hand on her shoulder, grim as could be
The child was crying and looking away, she obviously didn't agree
She had to do something; she couldn't just stare, so the girl did what was brave
The raven haired child darted out past the parade and over to their way
The blonde young girl with tears in her eyes looked at her with fear
The woman glared with her black big eyes, probably thinking she was queer
"How is it that you're crying right now, this is such a happy day!"
"Please won't you join me and take my hand as we w
Jingle Bells with AutobotsAll Transformers belong to HasTak and the song is based off Cartoon Network's version of Jingle Bells which aired long ago. No profit is made off this fanfic.Jingle Bells with Autobots7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Blaster's at the concert
Snowballs for Red Alert!
Jazz is in the snow
an' Prowl crashed the sleigh
Sunny thinks he's really cool
Belly laughs all the way!
Hound went downhill
an' Ironhide's in flight
Sideswipe broke the skating rink
which started the snowball fight!
Gears just ranted
Brawn ploughed the snow!
and 'Bolt got mistletoe!
Smokescreen's on the piste
Perceptor got hugged
Wheelie got clubbed
and Grimlock had a feast!
Arcee's in Paris
and Huffer's in Vietnam
Sludge got his building blocks
to which Omega Supreme facepalmed!
'Bee is falling
Kup is calling
Skyfire's in the ice
Hoist went weird
Slingshot sure ain't nice!
Blurr is slurring
2nd person fiction and YouYou like fiction written in the second person. You may not admit it to yourself, but deep down, you really do. It teases you with its confrontational otherness, its flamboyantly displayed post-modernism, its teeth.2nd person fiction and You4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do not look at its teeth. You do not want to look at its teeth.
Fiction written in the second person and you have a long history of denial. At first, you were sure it couldn't be done. Then it was done, and it was done to you, and you liked it, too, but it was only the one time and you were kind of drunk. It was an experiment, and it was interesting as an experiment, but that was all it was.
Only, of course, it wasn't.
Fiction written in the second person has invaded your dreams, and what's worse, your sexual fantasies. You'd be picturing a luscious blonde, rubbing her rubbables, yearning for your touch, when suddenly a voice would pop into your head, calmly narrating what you were doing: "You are picturing a luscious blonde," the voice would say, "rubbing her rubbables. Hey
FemHawke x Fenris: The RitualThe RitualFemHawke x Fenris: The Ritual4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story Elements: drama/comfort/angst
Pairing: female mage Hawke and Fenris
Synopsis: Fenris and Hawke discuss the ritual that Fenris endured at the hands of the magisters/Danarius. Descriptions of the ritual with back and forth between the two. Implied Romance.
Hawke took a seat next to Fenris at her desk in the library. He had chosen a book about lyrium of all things. Such dry reading.
"Why lyrium Fenris? I thought you wouldn't want a book discussing something so... close to home," Hawke said gently as she flitted her eyes to Fenris' markings. He must have caught her glance.
"And why not Hawke, I shouldn't care to know more about what was carved into me?" He retorted. Hawke recoiled a bit from his gaze. He must have caught that, too.
"I'm sorry. It's just, this book has so many uses for lyrium. How Templars use it, how mages use it to augment their powers, but nothing about it being bran
Angel in HellI gave you my love,Angel in Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul, my voice.
And asked only for love in return.
You were my light,
My light in darkness.
But you betrayed me,
Saw my dark secret.
Saw it, and left me.
Once again I was alone,
Alone in my darkness.
My one love gone.
Why, my angel?
Why must you hate me?
Look past the monster, see the man!
But when you refused,
So cruelly denied me,
I truly became that monster you feared.
I gave you everything,
And at last gave you freedom.
Freedom from me, the Angel in Hell.
Again I'm alone,
With only the memory of your kiss,
This sweet memory my comfort.
Bitter Mana: Secret GiftsBitter Mana: Secret Gifts4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The streets of Hightown had been host to many strange pairings though each shopkeeper or stall owner had yet to see anything like the group currently browsing the market.
It consisted of a pirate, a dwarf, a mysterious looking woman, and the main object of all the stares a white haired, tattooed elf with a sword almost as long as he was tall strapped across his back. He followed a few steps behind the others, a grim expression on his face and Maker protect whoever made eye contact with him.
They were shopping Fenris HATED shopping. As they entered yet another shop he suddenly got the urge to reach into his own chest and rip out his heart. ANYTHING to get out of this
"OOOH what do you think of this?" Isabela's voice rang out as she picked up a particularly revealing garment.
"I think you show enough skin for all the women in our merry band of misfits already Izzy." Imoen quietly responded, her cheeks flushing a delicious red as she glanced away from the corset. Fenr
tencourage must be a dominant trait,ten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for how else could you handle
a pin-pulled grenade
with such delicacy
unfortunate truthhearts beat better when they're brokenunfortunate truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your Phantom is Here!Are you lonely? Are you a hopeless romantic? Do you like music? Are you a girl or just an extremely feminine guy? If you answered at least 3 of those questions, then this is for you!Your Phantom is Here!3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Tired of those guys that "just want one thing"? Are you the obsessive type? Are you turned on by death? The Phantom of the Opera is here to Take You Away!
With any voice, any race and any language, the angles of music are here to suit YOUR needs!
If you are depressed, he will sing for you!
If someone pissed you off, he will "take care of them"!
If you need to get away from everyday problems, because you are a poor unfortunate soul that just can't take it because everyone loves you too much, he will TAKE YOU AWAY!
If you want to settle down, he has already taken the liberty of sneaking into your room at night to get your ring size, and has stolen the measures of your bodice from the dress maker! Your ring and dress are ready!
If you lost your father, he will BE YO DADDEH!
Get your angel of music, today! Try
a writer's worst nightmareWords have failed me so:a writer's worst nightmare2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Disappointment shakes my frame;
They elude me still.
England X Reader : A Day of MemoriesEngland X Reader : A Day of Memories3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stared at him gently, saying your name as you stroke his golden hair with such calmness.
Arthur closed his eyes and he quickly ventured to a deep slumber.
Looking at his face, it made you want to doze off with him "I wonder what is he seeing in his dreams?" You asked yourself. Then you suddenly remembered that he's been calling everyone unicorns at the drugstore a moment ago. So you thought that maybe, he's been dreaming of them. You simply laughed. "No. I don't think so "
Then He began talking to himself again. "Unicorns Pixies . Pirates " He whispered as you stared at him. You even thought that he's eerie, strange and You imagined that he's chanting a spell to curse someone.
"You're weird But " You chuckled at him.
"Whhhhat..?" Arthur asked.
You glanced at him with shock. "I thought you're asle
Beside You in Time: 18881888: London, EnglandBeside You in Time: 18883 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ghosts roamed the streets when the fogs rolled into London. Men, women and children grew quiet and moved slowly, because they couldn't see more than half a block in front of them, and half of the things they did see weren't actually there. After decades of walking through the pea soup, it was still difficult to overcome the natural, human fear of dark corners and shadowy figures. Even the light from the street lamps along the wide street of Piccadilly fractured in the haze.
Kagome had prowled in the dark for far too long to fear the shadows - the few things that could hunt her didn't bother to hide. Instead, the fog provided anonymity, protecting her from stares that followed her whenever she left the East. If not for the acrid smell and the yellow film that clung to every surface, including the lungs of every Londoner, she could have appreciated this ethereal world created by the burning of soft coal. At the moment, she wished she could walk in the fog rat
the problem with humans is too much competitionBeing brushed to the side because I am not a worldly geniusthe problem with humans is too much competition2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
does not mean
I am not valuable.
Perfection is far from my flailing hands,
answers evade my mind and my tongue;
this does not make me worthless;
She burrows under my flesh, a parasitic tick
carrying her own brand of Lyme Disease;
her plague cannot be cured.
No one else ever feels ill from her wounds;
they are all immune