FFM XShe has more books than friends. Even on her Facebook account.
Eleven are duplicated, four are autographed, nine are missing covers, and six are in languages she doesn't speak.
(Her books, not the friends, but one never knows.)
She's worked the same job for three years, saying that it will get her to bigger and better places. It took her three years to figure out that she can't see any places, let alone bigger or better ones.
She writes stories about sad little people like her, except she didn't realize that she was like all of them. She was different because she liked her job. She liked her job until she realized she didn't. And then she couldn't think of anything that set her apart.
She has more books than friends, and she collects them the way one might collect loose change. (Again, the books, not the friends.) She hasn't read all of them, and she doesn't even know that she will. She gathered them all up in order to make herself manic-pixie-dream-girl.
But now, she's a depressive-pi
La NuitShe had never properly taken up the title of reveur. Choosing instead to pass mostly unnoticed by the other circus patrons, she wore standard, albeit still nice, clothing, but the statues ocassionally would give her a smile, or performers a knowing nod. She had been following the circus around for years now, with a group that always attempted to have her properly dress with them once she'd begun to make her own decisions about clothes. Tonight she had given way, at least partially, and worn a white jacket over one of her favourite blouses, a deep indigo with a wide, scoop neckline. Her hair was naturally ebony, tonight she'd agreed to tie her braid with a crimson ribbon.La Nuit3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had been wandering aimlessly for some time now, having little to do with herself. The illusionist, though wonderful, had ceased to be truly captivating, and instead she had begun attempting to discern the woman's techniques, an endeavor she decided none of her business and therefore stopped her visists to th
Love and Death--COLLABTime means almost nothing to those who are immortal, even for the one who invented it. And of course, only one of my brethren ever saw my gift for what it was intended to be. Death was never a curse, despite what the self-appointed Winged Leader of the Heavens will tell you. It was always a blessing, for without death, what is life? What is anything without its opposite? But I doubt I would be here to speak of this were it not for Love.Love and Death--COLLAB5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The time before time was interesting, to say the least. We Powers were never meant to know the first ten seconds of our lives, but there are two who are special in that sense. I who know half that time and remember it as simple pain, and one other of whom I will speak anon. I was the only one of the Powers who had a true sibling; a twin at that. His preferred name is Michael, though he has borne many others.
My preferred name is simply LP, and I too h
ArrowThe boomerang flew with an amazing speed, hitting the rebel in the head. The man fell to the ground with a thud and a cry. The Water Tribe warrior ran toward him with a fierce battle cry, all his fury pouring out into the wordless, inhuman scream. The last thing the rebel saw was a pitch black blade rushing toward him...Arrow3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sokka pulled his space sword out of the man's chest. With one last angry glance at the corpse, he ran back to the clearing where Toph lay bleeding.
The warrior's stomach seemed to have turned inside-out, tangled in his intestines, and caught a violently flapping bat when he saw the blind Earth Bender lying there on her side, unmoving. Her face was pale, her milky-green eyes squeezed shut tight. Her fingers were wrapped around the arrow embedded in her stomach, staining her small hands scarlet. Her long black hair had come slightly undone from it's usual bun and her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps.
"KATARA!" Sokka called his sister several times before kneeling bes
Spoilers: SH: The Empty House Newspaper clippings littered the floor of the small, and damp smelling flat that Sherlock currently resided in. It had been three years since he'd last been in London, and Sherlock believed that he had found a solution to his Final Problem. Soon, it would all be over.Spoilers: SH: The Empty House3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1 Day After The Fall:
"Suicide of a fake genius! Reichenbach Hero falls to his death."
6 Months After The Fall:
"The underground movement 'Believe in Sherlock Holmes' is sweeping through London, and indeed, through the entire world. From back alleys and disused billboards, this protest had humble, if slightly illegal origins. It seemed that nothing was safe from the infamous yellow paint of the protestors. A rather shell shocked John Watson expressed his joy at how much support the late Mr. Holmes was getting. The movement then spread to other parts of the country, and even other countries. 'Believe in Sherlock Holmes' and 'Moriarty was real' graffiti has been s
UnrequitedCrimson eyes watched from afar.Unrequited4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I knew better than to approach him. That was suicide at best given the current situation; Gemini was speaking with Needle, and if I made one false move, I would end up spiked by the Needle Cannon. I wanted to speak with him alone. Tell him how I felt, but that was never going to happen.
It never does.
I approached a little, at least, until Gemini glanced back, his green eyes narrowed. I gulped, my body seizing up. He was still cold as ever, like the chilled glass of the mirror. Frosty. Had I been an organic snake, I would have coiled and slept in the chill of his gaze.
I could hear him speaking to Needle. "I just don't feel safe around that freak, you know?"
My metal heart sank and my eyes pinned. He hated me. He really and truly hated me with all his heart and soul. I knew it was myself who he spoke of. I was just a snake i
Madge - FriendsTheme 11 - FriendsMadge - Friends4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Katniss. Always so cold and distant to me. It had started simply with me feeling sorry for her. Sorry that she was poor and that I had so much. But then, getting to know her all I wanted was to be her friend. But it was obvious all she wanted was for me to go away. I wonder if I annoyed her, always being so persistant. Sitting with her at lunch so she wouldn't be alone. Inviting her over for dinner even though she would never come. I guess she did a good job at hiding her feelings but I could still see right through her.
I wonder now, if she regards me as a friend. She accepted my token, the Mockingjay pin and I watch her now. She is wearing it in the arena. Katniss, covered in blood and dirt, yet the pin doesn't have a scratch on it. It is obvious she treasures it. Does that mean she treasure me too? As a friend? I can't help but feel happy at that idea as I have never really had a friend.
That was why I persisted. She was alone and I knew what that was like.
CatoClove - Return HomeTheme 10 - HomeCatoClove - Return Home4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Two people can win.
If they are from the same District
Two people can win if they are from the same District.
I could barely get it through me head. All this time, throughout the duration of the games, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about that momment. Clove.
Eventually, I was confident that it would come down to the two of us. Just the two of us. Two people from District 2 who both want to win and return home. I dreaded that momment, when it would finally come.
That I would have to kill the one person I truly love. I wondered, if I would be able to do it. I think she, Clove, was wondering the same thing too. Would we be able to destroy each other? And if we did, would we be able to live on?
But now there is a chance, that we will both survive. There are only a few of us left now in these games. Only Katniss and Peeta are dangers too us, able to benifit from the rule change. They won't be a match for us though. Clove and I, we will both be able to go home.
Finnick- Watching Her BreakTheme 3 - BrokenFinnick- Watching Her Break4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was reaped. Her name pulled out. Annie Cresta. At that time, she was just another tribute. I had seen her around, known of her. But I never knew her. I was her mentor. She was a tribute who would most likley die. That was what I saw when I met her for the first time, as she walked up onto the stage, looking scared but confident. Just another tribute.
I never thought she would creep up on me like she did. Playing with my emotions, toying with my affections. She reminded me of myself in some ways. A hopeless romantic. Flirty. All those kinds of things. But I didn't realise. I didn't realise the feelings until I saw her standing on the metal plate, ready to run into the bloodbath. I didn't know until then.
Because that was the momment I, Finnick Odair realised my feelings for Annie Cresta. Before then, it had just been a few tentative and stolen kisses. She stole them from me and for both of us it was just something akin to a holiday romance. Sweet while it lasted but
Rue - Death On Her Brithday100 FanFic Challenge - The Hunger GamesRue - Death On Her Brithday4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Theme 1 - Birthday
Today is her birthday. Rue's. We all gather around the small table in our home, the whole family, and cut into a tiny cake. We had worked hard to get the money for the cake and even had paid extra to have Happy Birthday Rue written on the top in red icing. We celebrate, even though she isn't here with us. Thirteen she is today. A teenager. I wonder if she even knows what day it is today. Where she is right now, in the arena. A tribute in the Hunger Games. Does she know that today is her birthday?
"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you..." My family sings and I am the only one not joining in. Its all I can do to think back to her, the last time I saw her. At the Reaping.
"Rue Soma." The escort called out and I watched my sister tremble as she walked up the stage. Standing beside the male tribute, Thresh, she looked like a little rag doll. The reality in our minds was ever so present in her's too. She was going to die and
Self DefensetentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG]Self Defense3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
TT: We need to talk.
TG: look lalonde i know youve got like this enormous crush on me
TG: and i mean how could you not
TG: but i just dont feel that way about you girl
TG: sorry to break your heart
TT: Dave, I'm not here for idle chatter.
TT: John told me about your latest injury.
TG: what the fuck man he said he would keep it a secret
TG: and this is exactly why
TG: i knew youd be getting up on me with psychobable shit for no goddamn reason
TG: im fine it was an accident dont worry about it
TT: He broke your arm. That isn't just an accident. That is child abuse.
TG: we were sparring
TG: shit happens
TT: I've had my misgivings about your brother for a very long time. He shouldn't be sparring with a boy your age, Dave, not if he's going to break your arm.
TT: I think you need to seriously take a look at what he's doing to you and consider the option of leaving.
TG: fuck what
TG: what the fuck do you mean leaving
The Big Leather-Bound BookDolores Umbridge yawned and stretched under the thick green and silver comforter. She strained her ears for sound, but the girls' dormitory was silent. She parted the heavy green curtains which surrounded her four-poster bed and surveyed the room. The other beds were empty. Her roommates had already gone to breakfast.The Big Leather-Bound Book2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dolores' gaze rested on the large, long-haired orange cat which was snoozing at the foot of her bed. She swiftly grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and yanked it towards her. The cat made a wild, desperate struggle to elude her grasp, but it was all in vain. He had been declawed and his teeth had been filed down. Resigned to his fate, he gave an angry growl as the girl squeezed him tightly to her chest.
"Oh, Mr. Binkles, wasn't that nice of the girls to let me sleep in! They are so considerate! I'd better hurry and get dressed or I'll miss breakfast."
Dolores swung her feet over the side of the bed and slipped them into a pair of fluffy pink slippers which
Hatter's Point of View Part 1Hatter's Point of View Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Do you know what the next flavor is, number 10?" The man asked the suit who stood opposite him.
"I think the queen said something about 'pure conscience" or something like that." The suit said. He handed the man a clipboard. He signed it, and handed it back. "The boxes of teas are being unloaded at dock 4." The suit said.
"Dock 4? But that's halfway across the city!" The man protested.
The suit shrugged. "Sorry Hatter, that was the only open dock." He bowed his head slightly, and left.
Hatter grumbled something incoherent for a few minutes, and hit a buzzer on his desk.
"Yes?" Came a squeaky voice.
"The new teas are coming in to dock 4. Get someone on it. 200 crates are coming in, so make sure they can handle it."
"Yes, Hatter." Came the voice.
I don't get paid enough for this. He thought. I hope the resistance doesn't want any of these teas. The Suits will be keeping tabs on the new flavors for awhile. The resistance usually wanted some of the teas to experiment with.