The Doppelganger 2The book still sings to me, and that's when I pull it from under my bed and stroke the cover. But I never open it, because I know what happens if I do it wrong. It's still blank; but only of ink. I know the secret, you see. It's how I understand the songs, and know the melodies it echoes up to me, through time. There are impressions hidden in the pages- spilled mead and raucous laughter, summer sunshine and frost on dead leaves. The last time I tried feeling them from start to finish, I passed out from the sheer weight of knowledge, and it left my brain scrambled for ages.The Doppelganger 23 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found out things about my past and my family's past. I have Irish on my dad's side of the family, stretching back generations. I'd have said I was surprised when I found out, but that would have been a lie.
People say I've changed since last spring. My face is thinner, my eyes are brighter, I've been "brought out of myself." What they don't know is that I've actually met myself. I've taken to wearing rich, d
It's never too lateYou will have been dead fifteen years tomorrow,It's never too late3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and yet not once have I visited your grave.
I was always busy; there was always time
to see you, to make amends. And yet, I feel
it's all a sham. I could make time, but I fear
the truth. It's easier to believe my lies.
If I went, I'd see your plot, see how you lie
untroubled, beneath the soil. Your tomorrows
ended many yesterdays ago. No fears
to face, no debts to pay. No decisions grave
to weigh your brow. Not like your son. How I feel
the heaviness of this life. There's too much time
and not enough. Lives end every day. It's time
to stop hiding from the pain. My future lies
along a path you've helped me walk. I can feel
your touch in everything I do. Tomorrow
is too late, sometimes. It shall not be graved
into history that I gave into fear.
For too long I feel I've lived a life of fear,
of caution, of safety, and, and yet such times
I had. Oh dad, you'd be turning in your grave
if you saw the choices that I made that lie
Black Butler Creed Xover Reader insert- Prologue"Here you are, ______. Your parents' order."Black Butler Creed Xover Reader insert- Prologue3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Thanks, Mr. Milligan," you said, smiling at the old shopkeeper. You paid for the package and left the store. You could hear the bottles of vanilla extract clacking against each other as you hurried back to your family's bakery. Your parents had just received an order for a huge wedding cake for a noble family, and you needed the vanilla. If they pulled off such a large order, you would be set for a few months at least. With that thought in mind, you began walking a little more carefully.
It was winter time, and snow was falling lightly. The smell of wood smoke was in the air, and the snow crunched beneath your feet. Reveling in the delights of winter, it took you a minute to realize the smell of wood smoke was getting stronger, and smelled like burning bread…
You picked up your pace. You rounded a corner only to find your home in flames.
"MOM! DAD!" You screamed. Someone bumped into you. You didn't get a good look at him; he hid his face we
Confused Love Chapter 1 (Soul Eater)Maka and the gang play a dirty game called,Confused Love Chapter 1 (Soul Eater)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Poisoned Curse". How does it work?
Everyone holds their hands and says the person they
like in their minds.They repeat it six times and---
the Confused Love beigns...
Enjoy this fanfiction of the pairings:
Crona X Maka X Kid X Soul
Liz X Kid
Crona X Patty
Tsubaki X Black Star
The cold breeze came in as Maka Albarn came in.She came in with a sighed,yet Soul seemed worried.She had bags in her hands,and a sort of 'board game' with her.Soul yawned as he came in the kitchen.He saw Maka unloading the foods to the fridge;and head to the living room.Soul wondered what she was doing with all the food;whatsoever,he saw the 'board game' and stared at it.As Maka came back
Brothers: A Story from the Spiral Part OneBrothers: A Story from the Spiral Part One3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by Kristy Cunningham
This is the tale of how James and Christian first meet, and how they become "brothers-in-name". Some of this might be told in the comic later and snippets of backstory might be construed as some to spoilers, so be advised. But for those that need more now, enjoy the short here.
James Hartwell sat on a rock on a strange planet waiting for his mother to return from a visit with an old friend. He'd never been to any planet Earth before, but decided he didn't like it on account of how loud the inhabitants were in his mind. The voices were so wracked with choices that this planet alone must be responsible for half of the worlds within the Spiral. He had to work hard to push the voices and feeling out, which was much harder for a four year old Named One than an Elder. He held his breath, concentrating on the wind moving through the curls of his white-gold hair and the kiss of the soft yel
Christmas Party! Kayu ran towards Kaname. So he carried his son.Christmas Party!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
" Yuki, Are you ready?" Kaname cried out.
" Wait a minute darling.I'm seeking a ribbon to bind the Christmas cards."
" I kept it on the table Yuki."
" Oh! Thanks Kaname. I just found it."
" Papa,Where are we going?" Kayu asked curiously.
" Son,We are going to grandfather's place." Kaname similed.
" Papa,Is Rukatsu coming today?"
" Yes son,not only him,Rinse also will come today." Kaname kissed his forehead.
" I can't wait papa. " Kayu clapped.
" You will see a nice Christmas tree and many decorations there." Kaname increased his happiness.
" Mama come soon.I can't wait any more." Kayu yelled.
" OK.Let's go." Yuki smiled with Kayu.
After a few hours, they reached t
Sage's Apprentice -DGM fanfic- CH 2Sage's Apprentice -DGM fanfic- CH 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was around 7 pm and Bookman, Lavi, Allen, and Kanda were headed for the town where they were scheduled to meet up with a legendary person called the Sage of Life who had requested their audience. It was the middle of spring and the four had been walking in the foggy weather for over six hours just to reach their destination.
"This 'Sage' guy better not be some kind of joke We've been walking for hours! My feet are killing me I'm starting to think this town doesn't even exist " the young bookman jr. complained.
Allen's stomach grumbled. "I hear you I haven't eaten since lunch They better have something to eat ready when we get there "
Kanda, who hadn't even broken a sweat, scoffed at them. "How pathetic. You should have just stayed home, Moyashi."
"My name's Allen! Ugh It's not like I wanted to go, but he specifically asked to meet me and I don't want to be rude."
"It's not like he would've missed much if you stayed at HQ."
"Pfft says the guy w
No me Niegues Cap. 3 [ArgXcHi]La luna estaba preciosa, blanca como la nieve, pero sin embargo, aún no estaba llena. Seguía siendo una media luna.No me Niegues Cap. 3 [ArgXcHi]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-¿Estás seguro de lo que haces Martín?- Preguntaba el paraguayo al volante. Manuel se había quedado dormido y Martín lo tenía rodeado con su brazo.
-Vos sabes, te he dicho que las cosas no están bien... Sé lo que hago...- Martín se oía seguro. Tenía claro lo que iba a pasar, al cabo de unas semanas más. Él sabe que solo con esto puede evitarlo- Haré que las cosas vuelvan a hacer como antes...- "Que vuelva a nacer el amor"
-Bien, en caso de cualquier cosa, llámenme y los vendré a recoger...
-Gracias Dani...- No se dijo más del tema. Manuel se acomoda, dejando su cabeza en el hombro de Martín. "Te amo Manu" El chileno oía esa voz, que le repetía lo mismo muchas veces...
Manuel soñaba. Él estaba sentado en una banca de una plaza, sin niños y estaba muy oscuro.
-Martín!... Martín!... ¿onde estai?- Se pone de pie- Mart...- Sus ojos se oscurecen por dos grandes manos- Chucha ¿Q
Hearts of Glass, Steel, Fire and Ice: Part 2Being creatures of habit, Orihime's footsteps eventually led to the front steps of Urahara's Shop and Ichigo followed along after her.Hearts of Glass, Steel, Fire and Ice: Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Also out of habit, Orihime called out as she approached the threshold, "Good morning!" in her usual cheerful tone to which there was a just as cheery reply from the back room telling the visitors to come in.
In the back room of the store, Kisuke Urahara had a ledger open and seemed to be taking inventory. While he seemed to give off an air of breezy carelessness, the shop owner was impeccably dressed with a crisp white shirt, pressed pants that were slightly wrinkled from the work done so far that day and a deep purple apron protecting his clothes from dust and dirt.
As soon as he saw Orihime, Kisuke's smile widened as he said, "Well, well, well. You'd think I'd be used to you both dropping by my humble establishment so often, but it is always a pleasure to see you two come walking through my door each and every time."
Orihime's cheeks were a little pin
Enchanted (Crona X Maka)This is a one-shot story about Maka X CronaEnchanted (Crona X Maka)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Story takes place at the park at night,
Maka finds herself in love with Crona
Cona's side of story,He explains how wonder struck he is
He also realizes how he would be without her.
Enjoy this Fanfic of Crona X Maka One-shot Story ^_^
I do not own Soul Eater Whatsoever!
There I was,walking with Maka-Chan along with Soul.I walked quietly as we headed out to the park,yet Soul and Maka were carrying the conversation.At least,I could see her and be with her.I wonder if she has someone to take to the Ball next month?I think she has Soul with her.I-I really wanted to dance with a girl for once.Even if it was with...Maka.
Lunch Break and a Can of WormsDisclaimer: I do not own "Despicable Me" or any of it's characters. They belong to Illumination Entertainment. I do, however, own my two OC's here. I'm receiving no profit for this work, I just wrote it for fun and laughs.Lunch Break and a Can of Worms5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Note: This is my first fan-fic. (Yay!), but it's also more of an experimental fic. I won't give too much away, but I will say I think it's always more entertaining when you can only hear half of a phone conversation...
Lunch Break and a Can of Worms
It's often been said it's best to separate work from home. And yet, there's a surprising number of people out there who decorate their office so it's more like their home. And then there's that number of people who fill their offices with stuff that would make their Grannies cry. Or maybe just look at them like they'd grown an extra index finger on the side of their head. Some people just can't handle knowing there's an orangutan bikini calendar next to a photo of the family dog.
But, regardless, you can
Hearts of Glass, Steel, Ice and Fire: PrologueOftentimes, people will say when the winter wind blows they swear they can hear a mournful voice moaning on the wind. When children ask their parents who the lady is who is crying so loud outside, the parents wisely calm their children simply saying that the children are only imagining things that it's only the regular wind outside trying to get inside now go back and finish setting the table for dinner.Hearts of Glass, Steel, Ice and Fire: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
However, little do the wise and knowledgeable parents understand that their children are actually right. There is a lady who rides upon the cold yet strong North Wind bringing the blessings and curses of winter with her. And as she passes by homes inhabited by those same families, she will oftentimes look inside the frost covered windows and sing in her low, melancholy voice to the occupants of that same residence, though only the children heed her song.
She is the Snow Queen.
Apologies to LaoEach day is its own microstep--Apologies to Lao4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since I woke from my mother's womb,
I longed to mimic new words, trammel
the sound until it blossomed
like a newborn, and oh how I birthed
stories--told them how I wanted
the author's sacrosanct title
once I've grown. But growing meant
learning the practice of citizens
and their due contribution: beast-slaying
nature of please, thank you,
an apology: sincere
or not. Then there is time--the first
breath of nine, exhalation
of five, the suffocating mandate
of overtime. You grow used to it:
the cyclical disappearance of parents,
pervasive need of sleep, a home-
cooked meal's gradual transmogrification
to a microwave's impatient beeps,
the drive-thru's static, monotoned voice
by a man who has already learned
what I am learning: to cherish
the alarm's morning hymn over my mother's--
now I'm rarely late for work--can navigate
those can-lined aisles, the cold-grey
of the warehouse with deep strides
until I lose track of every step within
my eight hours--my mind
Boylan BooksI first see Neal across the open sparkle mall floor, paused in serious contemplation thought speaking solely to self, whispers not for ears or voices only thoughts, shining thoughts, open thoughts thinking marvelous wonders of books and dust and corporate-but-not bookstores. His hair is green not really but blue and green pirate green, red bandanna is he a pirate? asks the little girl with pigtails and chocolate snot embarrassed mother shoo be nice that's rude tugging hand with look of so sorry, she's five, not smart enough yet, please forgive and Neal with open half-grin smiling not really there but almost, not speaking but almost, not accepting or forgiving or out-loud speaking but just shelving, shelving, shelving.Boylan Books3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And when I stretch across open sparkle-sparkle tile mall floor (checked with gum and scuffed tile and not-allowed skateboards) Neal looks up, somewhat barely, face open innocent quiet not-there. I ask applications? Are you hiring? because I need a job but
What is Christmas?Bleach Fanfic: HitsuKarinWhat is Christmas?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Four bundled up figures that go by the name of Kurosaki walked along the snowy cobbled streets of London, carrying a large pewter bowl that contains a concoction of ale, wine, cider and apples called wassail. It might seem strange to find a family with a name like Kurosaki in the heart of the English empire, but they had emigrated from Japan a little more than a year ago. They could not stay there anymore, they're sympathies for the Western nations made them unwelcome in their homeland, so they were forced to move and chose England as their new home.
It was not an easy move; the English were a proud nation and at first had a hard time accepting a Japanese family as one of their own. But the father, Isshin, opened a home clinic and offered aid for people of every station. That, plus the fact that he was very skilled, made him the doctor of choice for many families. As such, the family was well off financially, they weren't as prosperous as the rich, well
LingerieEvery woman owns one garmentLingerie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not diamonds
with perfect exteriors--
we are fractured, as we
realize hourglasses can be exchanged
for quartz watches that are
faster, more convenient,
incapable of failure
made by the obsolete.
IkutoxReader The Cat Knight and the PrincessIkutoxReader The Cat Knight and the Princess3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and Ikuto have been great friends for some time now..Always hanging out and teasing each other.You have always had a crush on the guy but you never wanted to tell him since you were never sure about how he felt towards you.He would sometimes be surrounded by fangirls which made you kinda gag.Ikuto never really payed attention to those girls anyway.He only seemed to notice you.You guessed that the only reason why he did was because you were his best friend.He was also very protective of you.Always saying to you that:"I'm your knight and you are my princess.I will always protect you and care for you." you always laughed at him everytime he would say that since it reminded you of when you two were kids and you,Ikuto,and his little sister Utau,would play castle and Ikuto would always be the knight."(your name)!Wait up!Why are you always leaving me behind?"Ikuto shouted at you from a distance away yet catching up to you quite quickly."I only leave you behind because you're too slow you
Despicable Me Too Ch. 8As the parent-child dance was scheduled for that Saturday, it came around rather quickly. Apparently it was supposed to be at least a little formal, so the day before, everyone had gone out and bought a nice outfit to wear. The girls all got party dresses, Jayden got a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, Corinne got a blouse and some black pants, and Vector got a polo shirt and a pair of white pants.Despicable Me Too Ch. 85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Before they left for the school, the girls busied themselves making sure their hair looked right, while Vector and Jayden waited, ready, on the couch, wondering why girls always took so long to get ready. After a while they came out into the main room, ready to go.
Vector swept his gaze across all of them. Meghan, happy and finally noticed now, Isabel, whom he had allowed to wear just a little bit of makeup for the occasion, Jayden, who had taught him that everyone was special in their own way, and Sabrina, whom he had helped to finally put herself out there and make friends. To think
Hearts of Glass, Steel, Fire and Ice: Part 1"Good morning Ichigo!!"Hearts of Glass, Steel, Fire and Ice: Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The twelve year old boy's eyes snapped open and he had less than a split second to react before he registered a large palm about to smash into his face. Rolling himself off of his bed and onto the floor, Ichigo kept rolling and knocked into a pair of man-sized legs, which he remorselessly barreled into. As he had hoped, the owner of the legs lost his balance and fell with a loud thump onto the floor.
"Owie!! Ichigo! How could you do that to your own father?"
From his spot on the floor, Ichigo sat up, crossed his arms and said unconcernedly, "I could ask you the same question."
Before any more words could be exchanged, the bedroom door opened once again to reveal a woman's head as she looked around the door to see what was going on. When she saw the grown man lying on the floor in tears and the young boy sitting up showing no signs of remorse, she mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly before she managed to compose her features into a neutral expression.
Bestest Friends 6Duel StartBestest Friends 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Serenity: 4000 LP
Wanda: 4000 LP
Serenity: Turn 1
“I guess I’ll start by putting a monster in defense mode and two cards face down. Your move.”
Wanda: Turn 1
“I’ve never been allowed to go second before. I already like this duel!” Wanda drew her card and said, “I’ll begin by activating my Toyland field spell! Thanks to this, I can summon two monsters every turn as long as I don’t activate any spell cards on the same turn. Since I can’t use this effect just yet, I’ll just summon Fashion Doll in attack mode.”
Fashion Doll summoned: 1850 ATK.
“Fashion Doll, attack the facedown monster!”
Flip summon: The Forgiving Maiden, 2000 DEF.
Fashion Doll Attack: Failed
Serenity: 4000 LP
Wanda: 3850 LP
“Aw, I was hoping it’d be a weaker monster,” Wanda playfully whined. “Oh, well. I’ll just put two cards facedown and end my turn.”
Serenity: Turn 2
“Okay, so far so g
The worn-down crossThe worn-down crossThe worn-down cross2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You pulled out an old looking cross necklace, marveling at the beauty of it. Despite the fact that it was old it was to you, beautiful; you had an appreciation for old things. They were both beautiful and fascinating; they had a story which asked to be unlocked. Whilst new things, to you, were boring; they had no backstory, and no beauty. You sat marveling it; unaware that the owner of it was walking over to you at that very moment. You felt someone tap your shoulder, and looked up to see Alucard; Seras' "co-worker". "Is this yours?" You asked with a quiet voice. "It is mine, milady." He continued. "You seem to have taken quite an interest in this old thing." "I like old things, they always have an interesting story to them." He chuckled at your reply. "Get in the closet, already!" A man with an irish accent yelled. Alucard covered your eyes and guided you to the closet. As you went in, Seras spoke, "If you want out of there, scream; remember, Alucard, seven minutes
A Good Scolding"Hello?"A Good Scolding5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The voice wafted through the shining white fortress, though no one stirred. Its two occupants, a villain and villainess by the names of Vector and Matrix (or, Victor and Corinne Perkins, legally) were currently dozing together on the bright orange couch in the living room, the TV playing in the background. However, a loud buzz from the doorbell jolted them awake. They sat up, rubbed their eyes, and stared up at the TV, now displaying the security camera footage. Two young girls stood staring into one of the cameras.
"Oh, that must be the cookies I ordered!" Vector said, jumping up from the couch to let the girls in. Corinne followed.
Once the girls were inside they began to unload the wagons they had been towing with them, counting off as they did.
"So, that's four Choco-Swirlies, four Toffee Totes, four Mini Mints, four Caramel Clumpies, and eighteen Coco-Nutties " one of the girls read off her order sheet. "You guys planning on living off these after surviving 2012 or s
My PrinceMy Prince3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The rain would not stop, it felt as if this day would never end. I was scared, when I saw Kyo, in his true form. What was I thinking? Did I really think that I knew what this curse was about? How could I actually think that I knew what any of the Sohma's were going through? Akito was right. I don't know the pain he and the others go through, day and night. I know I have to see if Kyo is okay, but how could he be? I don't know how to act in front of him and I don't want to hurt him even more. Yuki must be worried. He never shows his emotions, but I am sure he must be worried about Kyo in some way. At least I hope he is.
I mustered up all the strength that I could to pull myself out of the miserable place that I was in. I had to let Kyo know that I care for him, that I never want to see him in pain. What he means to me. So, I started to drag my feet through the woods, but I could barely see what was in front of me. What would mom think right now? Would she be telling me to comfort Kyo or