A 'What If' StoryA 'What If' Story6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anastasia twirled around in her coronation gown as the maid and Sophie were admiring how she looked in it.
"It looks wonderful," Sophie says with much enthusiasm.
"Thanks, I am going to show it to Grandmamma," Anastasia says as she hurries up the stairs to her grandmother, who is in her study at the time.
As Anastasia nears the door to the study, she hears Marie talking with someone. As she listens at the door she finds out that it is Dimitri. 'He is probably collecting the reward money' she thinks with much remorse and anger as she listens to their conversation.
"You sent for me Your Grace," Dimitri says with a bow.
"Ten million rubles, as promised with my gratitude," Marie says gesturing toward the suitcase of money.
Anastasia is just about to turn away from the door when she hears Dimitri's reply.
"I accept your gratitude Your Highness, but I don't want the money," he says.
Anastasia gasps at hearing this. 'Why isn't he accepting the money, I thought that was what he wanted,' Anasta
Couples Counseling - DisneyCouples CounselingCouples Counseling - Disney5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Couples: Cinderella and Prince Charming
Snow White and Prince
Aurora and Prince Phillip
Ariel and Eric
Belle and Beast
Jasmine and Aladdin
Esmeralda and Phoebus
Mulan and Shang
Meg and Hercules
Ever After Tales Pt 2 Prologue- RevisedEver After Tales Pt 2 Prologue- Revised3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A king almost as old as the seasons themselves, or that was how his grandchildren saw him, stared up at a painting of his wife. She was long gone now, buried underneath fall leaves and winter frost, but he remembered her like she had woken with him that very morning.
They met when he was on tour around the kingdom with his father. At the time, the young prince was dreary, for the lady he intended to court was shot down by the king some weeks prior. He hadn't been watching where he was riding and, low and behold, he nearly sent a woman her off the road. The lady, who he came to nickname Spitfire, sent him a nasty glare and, with hands on hips, ordered him to watch where he was going.
As his father was about to arrest her for treason, the prince held up a hand to stop him. Her fox coloured curls startled him and her eyes of royal blue, when they weren't trying to slaughter him with her stare, caught his attention unwillingly. She was the most radiant lady he had laid eyes on, and despite
Firebending Masters part 7As Aang and Zuko take off in the early morning everyone else decided to sleep in except for one person. A young woman sitting on the ground and writing a quick note saying that she will be out and about looking around the temple and won't be back till later on in the evening. Once she was done writing she places the note under Sokka's sword.Firebending Masters part 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then walks back to her room, as soon as she enters her room she is greeted by an interesting sight. There sitting by the table eating an apple was her lover and right next to her was a sleeping Momo.
"How did he get in here?" Katara asked walking over to Azula
"He flew in through the window as soon as he saw me come in here" the young woman responded back finishing off her apple.
"Looks like you made a new friend then" she said smiling
"Yea I guess I did. He reminds me of Xorshiid which is always nice." The princess stated slowly standing up "Ready to go?"
"Where are we going?" Katara asked raising a brow
"Well I found a nice spot for us to hang ou
Zutara- To Love and Have LovedThe young man lying face down on the singed ground groaned heavily in anguish as the waterbender ran to his lifeless from with all the force that pushed her heart forward. Immediately she slid to his side, her heavy breathing unmatched by his as he struggled for air. The weakness of his heartbeat underneath her fingertips was enough to tell the story as she gently flipped him over onto his back, her hand on his heart, and she began to try and heal the fatal wound he had received for her.Zutara- To Love and Have Loved6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She felt for his heartbeat, one hand on his chest, the other with two fingers to his neck, finding almost no pulse, and fear washed over her, as he was silent, didnt move, and barely breathed.
Zuko oh spirits, please she breathed, her eyes searching him over, but just as quickly closed them, completely at a loss at what she could do for him.
K-Katara? he whispered, and she gasped, looking at him, his eyes fixed on her; spirits, he looked like a wreck, with his c
Wally and Artemis: After --part 2--Artemis kept going over it in her mind.Wally and Artemis: After --part 2--4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She couldn't stop thinking about what had passed between her and Wally that day. In that moment when the brick wall between them had fallen away, she got carried away and made herself completely open and vulnerable; something she was trained not to do. She still couldn't believe that she let herself fall for Wally's big green puppy-dog eyes
Recently, they had been starting to act civilized towards each other. If she was to be honest with herself, she really didn't hate him "But that doesn't matter He's Wally!" She muttered angrily to her empty room at Mount Justice. Today was just a slip up, a momentary lapse in judgement. She was just being silly, letting her imagination get carried away into thinking there could ever be anything between the two of them .
"He's still just as annoying." she thought to herself, as though this meant 'case closed'.
With a long and heavy sigh she fell back onto her bed, glaring angrily at the d
Wally and Artemis :: The First TimeThe door creaked open and with another giant sob and the sound of a long breath being exhaled, she made her way through her apartment with slow, shaky steps. Almost as soon as her bed was in sight, the blonde woman launched herself at it and collapsed on top of it, her shoulders shuddering as she gripped the velvety soft, violet blanket that she was sprawled out upon. Even its warm caress wasn't enough to ease her pain. Heck, nothing would be. More tears streamed down her face, running over the same place they had been going over for the last hour. A small whine escaped from her parted lips, the sound smooth and uninterrupted until she ran out of breath. A sharp intake and she was at it again, sobbing once more. She gathered the blanket beneath her in a small bundle where her head was and readjusted her position so that her face was now hidden in the depths of the lovely fabric.Wally and Artemis :: The First Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her drenched, gorgeously golden hair began to leave its ties as she tugged at the band she had used to keep
Ever After Tales Pt 3 Prologue- RevisedEver After Tales Pt 3 Prologue- Revised3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aurora awoke with a gasp. Her head sprung from the pillow and as she tried to regain control of her breathing, she heard the warbled mewing of her babe. There was another sound too, a dark cackle, one she knew all too well. The queen tossed back the covers and stumbled to the cradle where her child, her sweet, beautiful baby, lay restlessly. Without hesitation, she reached inside and picked her daughter up. Alina she was named, for she had a feeling her youngest child would be a most noble, if not graceful girl, just like her mother.
She checked her daughter over, making sure she wasn’t dying (a perpetual fear of the woman’s), and after her worries were soothed, she set out to calm her child. Alina’s cries were growing louder, meaning Aurora had best solve the problem before Philip awoke and both parents lost sleep. This being their fourth child, the parents were used to sleepless nights, but now that they were older and had to spend much time chasing after energetic
A Whole New World"Howdy there."A Whole New World4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kurt almost dropped his copy of "The Great Gatsby" when Blaine fell backwards onto the couch beside him, his legs hanging over the back of the couch. Kurt looked down at him with a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"What is up with you?"
"The question is what is with you." Blaine grabbed his book and sat up just long enough to put in under his back.
"Blaine! I need to finish that chapter by tomorrow!" protested Kurt.
"You study too much. You're starting to remind me of Hermione Granger," said Blaine.
Kurt pouted. "With better hair, I hope."
"Way better hair," said Blaine. This made Kurt's face heat up, though it shouldn't. God, he was in love with this boy.
Blaine obviously wasn't, though.
Kurt almost thought after their flirtatious performance of "Baby It's Cold Outside" last semester, they might actually have a chance of moving toward something more than friends.
It was now after the winter holidays, however, and nothing had happened.
"Besides," began Blaine, f
Disney Villain High School 16Facilier shut his locker carefully. His whole body still hurt from his summoning nearly two weeks ago. He was doing his best to avoid any contact with anyone outside of class, lest they notice his condition. He didn't speak up in class, even if he knew the answer to the question. He leapt out of his chair and ran to his next class so he wouldn't run into anyone in the halls. He didn't eat lunch any more. He hardly ate at all. Even the thought of food made him feel nauseous. Though he supposed he could contribute that to his newly awarded powers.Disney Villain High School 163 years ago in Drama More Like This
He stayed after class to talk to Magica de Spell. She was really the only one he could talk to about this stuff.
"Mr. Facilier is there a particular reason why you're still here?" She asked, not looking up from the stack of papers she was grading.
"I just needed someone I could talk to about dark magic," He said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. Magica looked up at him with a perplexed face. She set her pen dow
What if?What if?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This morning he was asked to meet the Dowager Empress to collect his reward, but he knew what he'll say. The money no longer was important to him. Now the man was losing something much more precious than all the money of this world. He took a deep breath before entering the Dowager Empress's apartments in Grand Palais.
You sent for me, Your Grace? He said bowing in front of the old woman.
Ten million rubles, as promised with my gratitude. Said Marie, pointing him the valise full of money.
I accept your gratitude, Your Highness, but... I don't want the money. He said seriously.
What do you want then?
Unfortunately, nothing you can give. He answered, his voice almost shaking. Again he bowed and began to walk away, but the Empress stopped him. Dimitri could feel hard look of the Empress, as she was in front of him.
You were the boy, weren't you? This servant boy, who got us out. You've saved her life
Why twilight is better than Harry potter...?Twilight unlike Harry Potter has SEX. something to get a mature reader into.Why twilight is better than Harry potter...?2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Twilight unlike Harry Potter started from a dream. Inspiring dreamers.
Twilight unlike Harry Potter shows real depression unlike Harry who always complains his parents died and he didnt even know them or when his uncle. or whoever died he was happy in a couple of days.
Bella she was really and truly depressed and HURT.
Twilight books arent as long as Harry Potter books you dont have to sit there and read page aftert page of nothingness
Twilight teaches us that we can be mature about bad situations and that we dont have to "fight" things out we can sit down and talk about things like mature adults.
Twilight teaches us that we dont have to fall in love with one person and stay in love with them for the rest of our lives. for example bella and edward and jacob she had choices. even though she had picked edward she CHOSE to do it.
Twilight teaches us the true value of love. yeah it might have lust in it. but it
Zutara Week 2014: Sockssocks: (noun) a garment for the foot and lower part of the leg, typically knitted from wool, cotton, or nylonZutara Week 2014: Socks10 months ago in Drama More Like This
It’s the socks.
Katara is reclining comfortably in the computer chair at the other end of the room, half turned to face her beloved computers. One screen is running some kind of program that he can’t identify, but the other is playing what seemed to be a movie. He can’t see what movie it is, but the words he can hear sound Victorian.
She hasn’t heard his approach, all her attention focused on the movie and intermittently dipping a spoon into a small tub of ice cream. She seems perfectly at ease, secreted away in the corner of his (admittedly massive and industrial) office at the top of the Agni-Kai Enterprise’s building; part of him wonders why she is here, alone, on a Friday night.
He will never admit it aloud, but he really does find Katara adorable. He tried not to, in the beginning, but she had worn him down: her honesty is both refre
Sanitation EngineersAround 7 to 8am on Fridays, the garbage trunk always swings around Andy's house. Andy knows this not because he actually cares but because he just happens to be in the house around this time. It is summer, after all, and although Andy is a rather outdoors inclined boy, he still likes to be lazy once in a while and just sleep in.Sanitation Engineers5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Still, around 7 to 8am on Fridays, Andy always springs up out of bed at the sound of the clunky old truck, hair a mess and clad in his light blue Woody pajamas. He runs to the stairs and makes a wild dash to the front door of his house, stopping at its warm welcome mat.
Andy, still with the 'sleepies,' as his mother called them, in his eyes, pushes his face against the cold wood of the door, and peeks out of the eyehole.
Every single Friday, Andy sees the same thing the old black garbage truck is pulled up onto his street, its black coat covered in signs of its age a thin layer of dust and specks of rust freckled a
Breathing air..Breathing air.Breathing air..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they say I don't belong there
stay away from those wretched things
dangerous, far too dangerous.
I'm fascinated by these creatures
but he inhales my poison.
Can't believe I'm here
to deep for the sun to touch
cold seeping in
such a simple little bargain
so much I could gain
Oh, to be human!
we'd always be together
the land our home
if I'd just start to sing.
the agreement has been made
darkness swirls through the water
reaching into me
my voice continues to sing
but my lips cease to move
blue eyes wide in terror.
Pain sears through my body
scales rip apart for flesh.
weight of the ocean crashing down on my lungs
must swim away
my visions fading fast
but I can still see your face
I cannot whisper my pain.
No longer a little sea-maid
Now I'm breathing air.
Still Waiting for the AirbagsSid considers himself a pretty amazing guy.Still Waiting for the Airbags5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To most onlookers, Sid is a high school dropout that got a job that practically called to him garbage disposal. It only makes sense for shit to handle shit. It's the view of most middle class ingrates that Sid has gotten used to. Well, fuck them and their white collars.
If anything, Sid was glad he was a garbage man. He had to wake up early, yeah, but after a semi-normal work day he could play the rest of the morning (and night) away. Handling other people's trash also had its physical advantages, of course. Sid had slowly grown from a skinny, pasty teenager to a tan, well-muscled young man. If he felt especially sexy that day, he would wear his old skull print shirt. The feeling of his muscles being barely contained by the flimsy cloth gave him a feeling of pride and an air of confidence. The staring housewives probably helped with that.
Let it Shine (Rapunzel Cover)Let it Shine (Rapunzel Cover)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The moon shines on my tower tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A tower of isolation
And that makes me a princess
The wind is howling like this feeling trapped inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Don’t let them in, Don’t let them see
Be the good girl Mother told me to be
Conceal, don’t sing, don’t let it show
But now they’ll know
Let it shine, Let it shine
Let my hair glow all through the night
Let it shine, Let it shine
It doesn’t matter it’s my life
I don’t care if she’s mad at me
Let my hair glow on
The sun can shine on my any day
It’s funny how this new world
Is different from what I know
And it’s like the fears that I once had
Can’t get to me at all
Now I can use my powers
To test the limits and heal the wounds
Keep running now, run past the trees
Let it shine, Let it shine
I see the lanterns in the sky
Let it shine, Let it shine
You’ll never see me cry
It’s my life
Wally and Artemis: AfterIn one quick movement Wally leaned forward and kissed her on the nose. Artemis's eyes narrowed as she glared at him, slightly surprised behind her mask of anger.Wally and Artemis: After4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You're lucky green is my favorite color," she said, her anger softening into annoyance as she looked into his deep green eyes, "Cause otherwise you'd be in a lot of pain right now."
He grinned at her with his usual childlike smile. Then an ominous shadow seemed to stir behind his eyes.
" I'm just glad you're okay " he muttered, his expression becoming serious as he looked up at her through his eyelashes. Artemis's pre-made retort caught in her throat as she absorbed the look on his face. The way his gaze seemed to be looking into her, instead of past her, was so out of character for Wally that it took her a few moments to pull her thoughts back together.
"It was just a simulation Wally, it wasn't real. I was never in any danger "
Minus the comma she added in her head. He continued to stare at her with th
My ElizabethMy Elizabeth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time has come for me to leave you.
You are still so young, hardly past your years of toddling.
It pains me to know that I will not be around to witness your growth.
I wonder if you will even remember me.
Or will you believe the words that my enemies will whisper of me.
That I was nothing more than a harlot that managed to win herself the throne.
That I was a witch that laid a spell over the King to force him to throw away his true Queen.
I hope that you will not take heed of such vicious words.
I want you to remember me for what I truly was, even if everyone else forgets.
That I wanted the love of the King more than I ever wanted his crown.
That it didn't matter to me that you were born a girl instead of a boy, for I fell for you the moment I laid eyes upon you.
Remember that if nothing else, that I will always love you.
I pray for you to have the strength to carry on without me.
I have little doubt that you will one day take the throne for your own.
For you are my daughter.
If the House Could TalkIf the House Could Talk1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If the house could talk, what would it say?
"I knew not how they'd use me that day.
In the early morning, the 17th of July,
Occurred an execution based on a lie.
When I was built, I didn't know I'd be
The site of a murder of royalty."
"11 innocent people died that night,
In my cellar, red blood spilled on white.
Killed by the soldiers, unaware of their fate,
They didn't know it until it was too late.
How could the Bolsheviks go so far
As to murder the family and the ex-czar?"
"I thought they'd be banished to England or France,
I would have warned them, had I the chance.
I'd ask for answers if I could,
But I can't speak. I'm just brick and wood.
What could I do but stand in the city
Empty and lifeless, my rooms filled with pity?"
"The House of Special Purpose was what I was named.
But death was my purpose. It made me ashamed.
Sometimes I swore I could still hear them cry
On the night they were killed, even as time went by.
Almost 60 years after, I was torn to the ground.
Maybe it was fo
TToSS chapter 1: OverthinkingTToSS chapter 1: Overthinking3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a sad afternoon for little Joe Lesieg. He was inside the house while his mother was out in the yard. She told him to come out and soak up the sun since it was a beautiful day. But it wasn't to Joe. To him, everything seemed ugly.
The house was too hot, the sky was to yellow, and in no time at all his mother would make him attend a class with a special teacher named was Mrs. Kizzlekoo.
Mrs. Kizzlekoo didn't sound mean. Joe met her a few times before. She was a perfectly nice lady with really big hair and a very small head. The problem was Mrs. Kizzlekoo taught kids who were stupid. If you attended a class with her, or anyone like her, it meant you were stupid. At least, that's what Joe thought.
He told his mother how he felt but she shook it off. "You're not stupid Joe. Mrs. Kizzlekoo just wants to help you," she said.
She was right, Joe wasn't stupid. He was a "thinker". Thinkers are anything but stupid. In fact, some of them can think up the greatest inventions in th
Day in the Fairy JungleBTW, she's not wearing her hat, but her red bow on her head. Her clothes are like the movie, minus the coat and scarf.Day in the Fairy Jungle5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
London, England, 1898
Olivia Flaversham was looking outside her window one night. She gazed at the stars and the moon with a sigh and smile. "The stars are sure pretty." she said to herself.
Suddenly, one of the starts starts falling from space and over to where Olivia was at.
Olivia looked up and watched in amazement before suddenly, the star came so close to her that it blinded her with bright light.
Olivia lied on the ground, unconcious, before she was splattered with some water that woke her up.
"Oh goody, you're awake!" a white mouse girl in a leafy blue dress said, smiling.
Olivia blinked and looked around. "W-W-Where am I?" she asked, a lil scared and curious.
"Oh no need to be frightened little miss." the mouse said, smiling. "You're in our fairy home."
"F-Fairy home?" Olivia asked. She then noticed that the mouse woman had w
The Leather Jacket: AmericaXAmelia Earhart"Fly with me."The Leather Jacket: AmericaXAmelia Earhart3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You heard me Fly with me."
"I-I'm not too keen about being in air, Amelia."
Alfred really was nervous about this. He looked to the woman at his side, uncertain of what to say to her, to convince her that her feet belonged on the ground, with his. However, Amelia Earhart was not to be deterred. Her enthusiasm was not helping. She was simply overly excited about her trip across the world. But he feared for her. If she missed one island, she was in trouble. No one would save her. It would rely heavily on her navigator and Alfred wasn't sure if the bimbo she had working with her was going to be able to handle the job she was assigning him. He wanted to go out and find her the best navigator the world had to offer, but she refused, though she did laugh at the thought. She had flown solo so many times that she was a good navigator herself, but he worried still.
"You'll be fine, Al!" she exclaimed, grinning broadly. "It's the bee's knees once you get up the
AT - Beauty and the BeastBeauty and the BeastAT - Beauty and the Beast7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Finally. He finally had her at his mercy, cornered and with her back to the boarding supporting the general store. He squatted down, his monocle gleaming in the sunlight, causing her to raise her arms to block the glint before she had been temporarily blinded. The glare died down after he adjusted the piece of rounded glass on his face, and once she could look him in the face again, she glared.
I thought you were run out of town, she said, her hands turning into tight fists against the skirt of her dress.
He chuckled, recalling rather unpleasant memories if only for the sake of humoring her. What goes around comes around. Including the train, my dear. It was all at matter of patience that assured my return.
The glare turned into a look that made his blood boil. She was smirking at him, lips tight and eyes narrowed on him. And won't your owner miss you? She knew from the beginning he had been too high class to be a s