92. All That I Have The air was heavy, cool, and a little stale. The overhead lights buzzed slightly and sent a soft glare off the white semi-gloss walls, reflecting more brightly off the clear plastic game-cases resting on the racks that lined the walls. The room smelled dusty and faintly plasticky, that reassuring smell that whispered technology to the young men and women who frequented the game store. A beepy, jangly soundtrack filtered in from speakers in the ceiling, overlapped by the sound effects emanating from the small handheld game being played by the youth lounging behind the counter. The single customer in the store finally made a selection and carried her chosen box to the register. The clerk paused and set aside his game and took the case from her.92. All That I Have7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The new Zelda game? Good choice, he said as he removed the box from its thief-repellant case. Thatll be $24.99. He took the womans money an
.:The World Came Together:.Toris stood in front of Feliks hospital room. His pale hand was firmly on the handle, ready to open the door to his screaming friend. But he couldn't. He didn't know why, but his hand just wouldn't move. A frown was on his face, tears in his eyes. He didn't know what to say to his friend. His President, many elite Military and Political leaders were dead..:The World Came Together:.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
97 innocent lives in one plane crash.
His grip on the handled tighten. The ironic thing was, the plane crash that claimed the lives of so many members of Poland's elite happened near the spot where Josef Stalin's NKVD secret police shot dead some 22,000 Polish officers and intellectuals in 1940, wiping out much of the country's wartime leadership. Feliks' screams had gotten louder.
Feliks had really cared about his President. His country cared. Toris turned the handle and threw the door open. The loud noise didn't affect the Pole. He laid on his bed, bandages wrap around him, an IV in his arm. His green eyes were closed, fist
Listening"Near."Listening5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A chocolate bar is snapped between teeth, a strand of white hair curled between fingers.
"Which of us is going to reach Kira first, I wonder?"
"The race is on."
"We're both headed towards the same destination I'll be waiting for you."
There's a soft clicking of heels on tile, echoing in the secure corridor of the headquarters. Right before the doors close, the soft clatter of something hitting the tiles sounds, but the footsteps don't change direction. With a soft hiss, the doors slide closed and Mello is gone.
Near turns his head slowly, finally allowing himself to look in the direction of where the blonde had been standing. There is an object lying on the tiles, the soft lights of the room gleaming softly on its screen. Near stands carefully, ignoring the looks his taskforce is giving him, and shuffles forward in socked feet to scoop it up and slide it into his pocket before returning to his previous position on the floor in the middle of his train trac
The Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird ZapdosThe Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird Zapdos3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mewtwo glared at Lucario, eyes so ferocious he was certain he would go blind if he did not look away from them. Supposedly the powerful psychic had the ability to kill him before he could even blink, and so he sharpened his reflexes as much as possible and was ready to leap away at the slightest notice of an attack. Meanwhile, the dark radiance grew so thick and hopeless that Lucario wondered if maybe he had already been attacked, life fading away from him as he was slowly dying.
Instantly, everything let up as Mewtwo turned his back to them through a swaying motion, Lucario falling forward in surprise.
"Farewell," he said, bending his legs to the ground and getting ready to take off.
"Wait, Mewtwo!" Mew shouted in surprise as she flew towards him, "You came all this way for nothing!?"
"Silence, original!" Mewtwo roared ferociously, stopping himself but still not turning around, "I tolerate your presence under protest. If you wish me to mingle with other legendaries, regular Pokém
First KissFirst Kiss6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Near was excited.
No, he was beyond excited. He didnt even mind when Mello and Matt gave him his daily beating. When they pushed him down the stairs, gave him a swirly, and stole his teddy bear, he didnt even let the smile drop off of his face. Now, you may be wondering why little 5-year-old Near was smiling while being physically abused. He was not a masochist in any way, nor was he old enough to know what the word meant.
He was so excited because his idol, L, was visiting the orphanage that day.
After Mello and Matt got bored of beating him up and getting no response, they left him alone. Running back upstairs to his room, Near grabbed a pink stuffed bunny off of his bed and ran back downstairs, going outside to wait for L. It was a warm spring day, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom basically, a very beautiful morning. Sitting down on the tree swing, Near clutched his bunny tightly to hi
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
TexturesTextureTextures6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Death Note Fanfiction by Raayy. (AKA: ToysAndChocolate)
I DON'T own Death Note.
MelloxNear shounen-ai. Ficlet.
Beta-read by RenaQuicksilver! Thank you so much!!
On the fourth time, he closes his eyes.
You pass your fingers over the skin of his face, from the forehead to the mandible. You pass them once, twice, three, four times, and then he closes his eyes. You dont stop.
You pass them five, six, seven, eight times and he kisses you.
He doesnt have patience with you. You know that and provoke him until he kisses you. You too dont like to wait.
You touch the toys. You touch them more than you play with them. And feel, feel the plastic, metal, aluminum, rubber, wood, paper, cardboard and many, many other textures from your toys.
You have already tried to touch the chocolate. You tried touching different brands and textures; some melted, others liquid, some even cold.
Now you dedicate much of your time to textures.
Midnight's StrokeI hate rosesMidnight's Stroke5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And fake promises.
Gold that replaces
The blood of hearts.
I hate guys that
Have money to
To be kind
To be firm
To be humble
Those guys are hard to find.
But a king
Must be such.
As queen I must have
Such a partner.
I am the princess
The one above all.
The crown on my head
Bestows me the throne.
The throne I can
Rule alone without men.
But the kingdom
Cannot do without a suitable king.
The music rings
The food is sweet.
The champagne rich
And the dancers alive.
They are beautiful
It makes me sick
To look at them.
Their hungry eyes
Burning into my throne.
Someone new has
Entered the ball.
My attention has turned
He was different.
A satin suit
And a jeweled crown.
He looked the same
If slightly better
But the way he held
Tall but slightly
Shy yet a little
He would do.
I danced with him
He was funny
And very kind.
He was every
I'm Tamaki and i know itWhen I enter schoolI'm Tamaki and i know it3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
girls be looking like 'he's so cool.'
I can flick my hair,
and every single girl gets my gentle care, yeah!
This is how I roll.
blue blazer, black pants outta control
and when I got a girl in my arms,
I flash a sexy smile a sexy smile and turn on my charms, yeah!
Look into my eyes girl.
Look into my eyes girl.
Look into my eyes girl.
Im the king!
Look into my eyes girl.
Look into my eyes girl.
Look into my eyes girl.
Im the king!
When I enter Ouran,
this is what i see.
I see Haruhi, she's staring at me.
I gotta rose in my lapel,
and i aint afraid to
Im Tamaki and I know it!
Im Tamaki and I know it!
Kyoya thinks he's cool,
but really I'm the prettiest guy at school.
Dont mention the twins.
Hikaru and Kaoru give my brain the spins, yeah!
Honey's cute above all,
and Mori's always there he's guarding his fall.
But my eyes' on Fujioka, she gives me chills!
So I'll get her hand with my princely skills, yeah!
Look into my eyes gir
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Big GirlBig GirlBig Girl8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The first time you met, she was four and you were five. The awkward silence that tends to accompany the primary meeting was vanquished by quiet giggles and innocent, understanding smiles. Your smile was wide and bright and immediate, while hers was shy and slow to show itself. It took little to no effort on your part to coax the curve of her lips to broaden into something beautiful, something that, in your opinion, could rival the sun in brilliance. She never told you, and she never will, but she's always been grateful to you for teaching her how to make her smiles mean something.
The two of you might as well have been conjoined at the heart. Separation was out of the question. Wherever she went, you were there to follow, constantly at her side and more reliable than her shadow. She told you her secrets because she could trust you with them. You told her your craziest dreams and she promised to help make them, one day, come true. When you asked in turn if you could make
You Might Be a DN CharacterYou Might Be a Death Note CharacterYou Might Be a DN Character6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by thefluffyshrimp and the rest of the DNI team
"If your entire wardrobe consists of white shirts and jeans, you might be a redneck."
"If your idea of the ultimate entertainment invention is a bag of potato chips with a TV already in it, you might be a redneck."
"If a guy ever got shot next to you and you didn't see a reason to get up, you might be a redneck."
"If you die after leading the cops on a high speed car chase and you're still smoking a cigarette, you might be a redneck."
"If you're a skinny white kid with long hair, who carries a gun in his leather pants, kidnaps women folk, fights the law, explodes things, and eventually dies in a church......do we need to say it?" :/
"If the local sheriff ever held you in custody with bondage gear, a blind fold, and a gag, you might be a redneck."
"If after finding God......
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Did YOU invite her?Fake happinessDid YOU invite her?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dashed in moonlight
Heart of stone
Eyes of fire
White tassels and ringing bells
Pale makeup and silver wine
Flowers of pink
Guests in black
Bride and Groom dance a
Hard against young eyes
You ask loudly
Did I break the dress code?
Ringlets of chocolate dance around her shoulders
Dark green eyes
Pulling you closer
The music starts playing
The scene resumes
As she walks around, watching
Painted smiles on pale faces
The bride leans in
Asking the question that has made her way across all of their minds:
Who is she?
Trinket BoxDr Elizabeth Weir was sat at her desk reading yet another report of a surprise wraith attack from Colonel Sheppards team. Or at least she was trying to. Her mind kept drifting off. She could probably use a coffee to get her through the rest of the reports but last she had heard Rodney had hidden the remaining stock in a fit of paranoia.Trinket Box6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What the heck, it was late and no one was going to see her.
She went over to a nearby shelf and took down a carved wooden box. IT was her trinket box, where she kept mementos of her home, her family and other things. Some things that she wouldnt be keen for the SGC or any of the other people on Atlantis to learn about, except for the not-so-small fan club of like minded women who shared her fascination.
Come on, when you got right down to it, those wraith were sexy as hell!
She wasnt exactly certain when this unhealthy obsession with the enemy as Sheppard would call it began, but it was probably after the
The Surfer and the Merman CH 1The Surfer and the Merman CH 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was beautiful, sunny day in Cayucos, California. However, even the perfect weather couldn't improve the mood of one of the local residents as he gloomily walked across the sand. Surfboard in his hand, he stared out into the horizon, his natural blonde hair blowing in the wind. He then realized that he was the only person on the beach, which just made him feel worse. He felt so alone lately, ever since summer began. His parents had left him for a whole month to go visit relatives who lived a few states away. The poor surfer couldn't go with his parents because he had to take summer school classes.
"Fucking Econ...." He grumbled to himself.
The poor highschooler didn't even have any friends to help him with his loneliness. Besides his good looks and likeable personality, he was painfully shy and only had a few friends. And those few friends happened
Thanks for 1000 hitsThanks for 1000 hits7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once you start down the Road of Crack
you know there is no turning back
You'll have Near in leather and Matt wearing toast
a Mello who loves his sofa the most
Ohba and Obata are spinning in their... beds
but I refuse to go back on my meds!
Now Near has quicksand under dandelion locks
and Matt's in love with a cardboard box
Is Mello a wrestler or an angry German kid?
'cos Rod walked in the toilet and saw what he did
shaving his armpits just like a girl
now we'll watch that story unfurl
So much insanity, so little time
there is no reason but here is some rhyme
Yes, the Road of Crack has dealt the strangest fates
and given me some amazing, inspiring mates!
The Care and Feeding of DrowThe Care and Feeding of Drow11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Care and Feeding of Your New Pet Drow!
Thank you for shopping at the Underdark Exotic Pet Store! Remember- mind flayers, drow, svirfneblin, deurgar, aboleths; whatever you fancy, we have it!
Your drow may start out small –common sizes range from three to five inches- but soon it will grow up to a ten inches tall! Remember that your drow needs space, so keep it in a proper sized cage.
Your new drow and you!
Your relationship with your new drow will start as soon as you see that special one in the pet store window, but by now you should have brought him –or her- home. Carefully remove your new drow from the carrying case by lifting him or her out by the scruff of the neck with your fingers. Gloves are advised, as your new drow will likely be disoriented and may react with violence and/or darts, knives, scimitars, short swords, polearms, longswords, and snake whips. If your drow does try to attack you, shake it gently while utt
STOP N' SWOPSTOP N' SWOP4 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm sure everyone remembers the feature Stop n Swop in Banjo Kazooie that was scrapped
for many reasons. If not you've most likely been living under a rock. If you do remember
then I have an interesting tale for you. So I'm sure everyone knows of the supposed
"Spots" of which you can activate SnS. Well while playing Banjo Kazooie on my computer
hooked up via Gamebridge I was hunting down codes for my Gameshark when I found this
website that had an all black background. It had a short description and a code, the
description was as follows. "Have you ever wondered what's behind those doors in Grunty's
Lab? Well now you can finally find out with this code!" What followed was a rather short
two line code with a simple description. I couldn't believe it, like really, I was
entirely skeptical. Though something at the back of my mind wanted me to believe, so I
rubbed my head and sighed and plugged in my Gameshark mounting Banjo Kazooie on top. I
was pretty into hacking games back i
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Wings Of FireWings Of Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Fire
Send me off to the fiery abyss
Free me from life's grip
Morals have been tortured
Strengths have been reversed
Desires have been submersed
I plead for you to pass the torch
Hand over the destiny I've been waiting for
Let me finish off this unbearable dirge
Weep not for singed sins
Leave behind the memories
Mourn not for scarred skin
Forgive every tragedy
Set ablaze that darkness within
Grasp onto serenity
Fuel the flame for the ending
Cling onto clarity
There's peace after pain
Calm can engulf chaos
There's love behind hate
Freedom masks weakness
I've abandoned every promise
I couldn't complete what was said
My hope cannot rise from the ashes
Please, do not follow my footprints of flame
They only lead down a path where infernos cascade
There is no honorable life or even death for what I became
Consume this cruel reality
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
The Hair Rant by XueLianThe Hair Rant by XueLian10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
D: Mine is silver,
A: Mine is gold,
D: Mine is younger—yours is old.
A: Mine is longer,
D: Mine's got bounce,
A: Ladies like hair in copious amounts.
D: I've got bangs—you grew yours out.
A: That's what long hair's all about!
D: I've got 'flip',
A: Well, I've got 'swish',
And more hair than any Esca bish!
D: Mine is shiny!
A: Mine is BLOND!
D: Which means you're an airhead like Lily Frond.*
A: You're just jealous.
D: No, I'm proud.
Hair that long shouldn't be allowed.
A: Meticulous care, brushed every hour…
D: Who'd want to waste half their life in the shower?
A: Mine wafts in the wind,
D: Mine glows with the flame,
A: I even gave mine a name!
(D: O.o *backs away*)
D: Mine's silky soft,
A: My hair is my soul!
D: I'd like to see yours cut under a bowl.
A: I've n