I Once Dreamed...I once dreamed that I had you here beside me, in my arms. I could feel your warmth against my skin and I could smell your wonderful scent. It reminded me of spring time, right after the rain.I Once Dreamed...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But better than your warmth and better than your scent, was the amount of happiness it brought me to have you here, embracing you. You and you alone, had the ability to chase the loneliness away. It was a wonderful feeling and a feeling that disappears within an instant as I realize that you’re not real. You’re only a figment of my imagination. There is only coldness beside me and only my own scent that envelops me.
Yet, despite knowing this, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming of you. I don’t know who you are but in my dreams, you exist. Perhaps you are real, perhaps you are not but sometimes, I like to pretend that my unknown lover is real. I love to tell myself that you and I are meant to be, that we have known each other in previous lives and that our love was so strong, t
Into the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch1INTO THE DARK: A Marshall Lee and Fionna StoryInto the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER ONE: BALANCE
Somewhere in the Land of Aaa, there exists a Dark Forest. Should you ever find yourself lost in those deep woods, there is a good chance you'd never find your way out. Now, it was never easy getting to that area in the first place, and the Keep Out and Danger signs should be enough to steer away any sane person. Even before that, you'd have to pass the Candy Kingdom (which would be a much nicer place to stay, don't you think?), the Grasslands (where you'd find a very radical treehouse, thankyouverymuch), and the Hole in the Center of the World (which wasn't REALLY bottomless, according to rumor). If none of those locations caught your attention, you'd find yourself in the eeriest forest outside of the Nightosphere.
Currently, there was a young human girl lost in the Dark Forest, shoving her way through the thick branches, crushing dead leaves beneath her black shoes, and grumbling because she was covered, head to toe,
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
All She WantediAll She Wanted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The nurse walked across the hall with caution. She saw the man pacing around in frustration and smiled at his worry.
"Congratulations sir." She said, catching him off guard. "You are now a father of a beautiful girl."
She handed him the tiny little frame wrapped in a white thick blanket. Words could not express the joy the man felt in just holding his daughter in his arms. Just then, she opened her eyes; showing a pair of huge hazel eyes.
The little four year old girl raced across the airport. She was excited because she'd never been out of the country before but more importantly she was going to meet her daddy for the first time. She never saw him before because when she was just a little baby his work had made him leave her. She searched the crowd when her mother finally pointed out to a man in a black suit standing quietly, smiling. She ran towards him.
The nine year old girl walked into the bookstore with a guard beside her. Fitted in a custom made white dress and a purse
Hetalia MemeName twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.Hetalia Meme5 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) N. italy
I love a whole lot more, but i just chose the ones that popped up in my mind first :'D
1) Have you read a five/ten fic before?
XDDDDDDD not at all
2) Do you think three is hot? How hot?
FFFFFFFF, of course! It's FRANCE for god sake! :'DDDD
even tho hes a pedo.......XDD only my long lost twin will get this :3
3) What would happen if six got one pregnant?
Germany got N. Itay pregnant?
LOL, SCORE! i honestly didnt plan that XDDDD
that would be so adorable!!! their baby would pawn all other babies and take over the world <3
4) Do you recall any good fics about nine?
pfft, about prussia? of course!
(well, it was actually a prussia/hungary fic, but it counts, right? ;w
5) Would seven and two make a good couple?
HOLYCOW IM ON A ROLL TONIGHT
Emotion The noise is unbearable. It runs through your body and cracks your soul; the sound of fear. It's high pitched, like a scream from a horror movie. Primal. We've evolved in such a way that such a sound sends terror pulsing through us. It's a chain reaction.Emotion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your muscles clench; that's the sound of your wife dying. All the worst thoughts pulse through your head; your mind serves only to exacerbate your horror. Eventually, you can't hear the screaming anymore, not over the sound of your heartbeat. The perfect engine in your chest pumps faster and faster; this is your death as well as hers.
Paralysis comes next. That's when you notice the blood. Again your mind races. Surely, it isn't natural to lose that much blood. The paralysis worsens. Before you were tense, now it feels as though your knees are going to give way. That's when you realise i
PilotI woke in a nest of wires, my arms pulled off to either side, my head back and my eyes fixed at the ceiling. There was a man standing above me, straddling my form, perched precariously at the mouth of the recess I was tucked away in, one hand gripping the frame, the other feeling around the back of my neck. He moved by touch alone, certain in his movements, and his fingers closed over the knot of the wires that resided at the base of my skull and pulled, steadily, drawing it out of the socket and I inhaled sharply at the sensation. Like something had been taken from me, or that I'd lost sight of something important. A piece of me gone. It was a keen sense of loss and my eyes went wet with moisture even as he dropped his hand lower along my neck, almost to the shoulders, and pulled out another plug. The wires by my eyes were thinner, and when he pulled these out my vision went black for a moment and when it returned I felt the world was less clear, like a gray haze had been pulledPilot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You play too much Ace Combat?You play too much Ace Combat?7 years ago in Humor More Like This
After a research made trough different forums and website dealing with the gaming subject "Ace Combat"... we found out that this game can cause a serious change in a persons personality and behaviour. This happens often because the players of Ace Combat are often to addicted to that game.
You play too much Ace Combat when:
-You downloaded from the internet all the soundtracks from Ace Combat... including the one of Ace Combat Advance and even the ripoff soundtrack from AC6 demo.
-When a friend of yours convinces you to do something, you reply "Let's do this Garuda 1!".
-You pick a favourite country of AC world according to your own nationality; USA=Osea, Germany=Belka, Russia=Yuktobania, etc.
-You don't find an AC nation comparable to your country, you create your own new country in AC world and you make a whole new Ace Combat version.
-When you're on the shower or bored you normaly whistle, but you whistle AC5 and AC6 main themes.
-You're counting the days until the Circum-Pacific War
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
1234I wish to run like the wind is chasing me,12345 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
and crash as if I were a wave breaking upon the shore.
I have changed, as surely as the ocean's tides. Have we?
I am lifted up then down, like a wave.
...Perhaps I am supposed to be more water than human.
A Storm in Solstheim ch. 2A Storm in Solstheim ch. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By experience I knew that this Temple of Miraak would be filled with ancient traps and locked doors, I would need an expert at that line of work, Arinel was my expert and now he is slaving away building a strange structure, leaving me to rely on a blade for hire. I sat in the Retching Netch leaning on the stone railing of the stairs that lead to the main area of the inn. My eyes rested on a character dressed in armor resembling the armor the city guards wore, but was less bulky. He or she wore red cloth under the gaps in the armor and green goggles over their eyes.
I approached the person, hoping they were who I was looking for; they noticed me approach and looked up to meet my gaze with their hidden eyes. Now that I was closer, I realized this person was male.
"Teldryn Sero, blade for hire" he said in a scratchy voice.
"Myräkkä Windblade," I replied holding out my hand, which he took as we greeted each other "So Teldryn, what are your skills?" I asked.
Teldryn thought for a moment bef
CarmenI met Carmen the day someone set the gym on fire. I’d known who she was before then—I’d heard the whispers of the tricks she pulled, and I’d seen her saunter up and down the clinic halls with a wicked glint in her eyes—but it wasn’t until I watched her drop an empty matchbox into a trashcan outside the smoldering gym that she let me into her incredible world.Carmen2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Mon dieu! I thought you were the nurse ready to bust me again!” she exclaimed. Then she took a moment to look me over. “Wait, I know you. Your name is Emma and you take your meds daily like a model patient. I am Carmen, by the way. Don’t believe the things you hear about me.” She smiled as though we shared a secret.
Carmen was one of those people who had an almost electric energy to her, a mixture of audacity and charm that attracted people like moths to a light. She’d barely introduced herself and I found her fascinating.
“Let’s not waste
Fall Day The winding road wrapped around the mountain. The trees lining the side of the road were all different colors. Ranging from green to red to orange to yellow and to brown. The sun shone down from its place in the crystal clear light blue sky. I loved driving on this road. Granted it was narrow, but there was never much traffic. After reaching the road's end, I stop the car and get out. I lock the car and begin down the trail that one would have to look for in order to find. As I walked, I heard as birds called out their songs.Fall Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Other unseen creatures could be heard rustling through the brush. As for the trees lining both sides of the trail, they were all different colors. Don't even get me started on the beams of sunlight reaching through the trees. It made the walk all the more beautiful. After walking a ways, I heard the trickle of water from a stream. I walked off the trail and found it. I bent to take a drink. The water was cool and ref
A Pocket Full of SkyWhen I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.A Pocket Full of Sky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads you, you must always do for me one small, beautiful thing take a handful of the sky, and place it in your pocket. Take a handful of the sky, and remember, always, that your feet need not always be imprisoned to the ground. Anything you could ever wish for, Lucie, can be yours but only if you study hard, and always feel the freedom of t
There Were FourThere Were FourThere Were Four1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a slow day, and for good reason. November rain drummed down on the streets of the city, sluicing through gutters and filling the air with the gentle scent of soaked concrete. The only people out in such weather had good reasons for braving the cold; they walked with heads ducked and collars turned, single-mindedly hurrying towards their destinations. Few of them stopped to consider a scruffy beggar huddled beneath the mediocre shelter of a bus stop, even when waiting under the same alcove for transportation.
It was hardly surprising. I was under the shelter because it kept off the worst of the rain, not because I expected coins. It had just seemed rather silly not to put down the tin, you know? Besides, there’s something to be said for taking a while to watch people go by, their stories trailing behind them like the ragged ends of an old cloak. While I might not have gotten enough
Dusk Rises- Chapter 13Dusk Rises- Chapter 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The city was buzzing with talk of what had become known as 'the slums incident.' Twilight and Archangel were walking through the market, dressed in black hooded jumpers. The white hood and cloak that was used to be their disguise was now the only thing giving away their identity. Since they were taking some time off to recover, and owing to the fact that the spring festival had started and the city was in a state of peace, there wasn't much need for them to intervene in anything. Archangel was still walking with a limp, the injury he sustained to his hind leg healing slower than normal because he couldn't find the time to rest it. Since he and David were the least injured members of the team, they had taken it upon themselves to not only take care of the others, but to also train the four new recruits that had joined them, three ponies and one griffin. The one that Twilight was most surprised to see was a white Earth pony with green eyes and a silvery mane and tail. Not long before the
Ten Commandments of Writing1. Have an original plot.Ten Commandments of Writing4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If every book was the same, we'd get bored with them pretty quick. Variety is what gives that special spice. Try to come up with a story that's entirely your own. If your work is based off another work, however loosely, make sure you use your own style. Don't just repeat what someone else has already written. Nobody likes a copycat, and you could face an unpleasant lawsuit that way.
2. Have a good title.
If you want people to read your book, you'll need a title that will catch their eye. Make it exciting, but keep it brief, too. Don't make your title so long that it wears the reader down. Try to stay within the limit of ten words. If you have trouble inventing a title, go through your story and decide what the main theme is, what it is in that story that really stands out.
3. Make your characters as believable as possible.
The characters are what make the story a story. You learn about them, sympathize with them, and hate them.
Writing Paranormal CharactersAs a writer of prose, you may at some point to want to write about a character or characters which are paranormal. We could perhaps debate over the exact definition of the word paranormal, and some may prefer supernatural - a word more closely associated with magic, whereas paranormal tends to be taken to mean something outside the realms of science (though of course, it is not as clear-cut as that, and you may like to think that I am wrong in saying this).Writing Paranormal Characters6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
For the purposes of this guide, both paranormal and supernatural refer to conscious beings, not found in the animal kingdom, that differ in some way to what I controversially call normal humans (some paranormal beings may be human, in part or in whole). To give some well-known examples: ghosts, vampires, witches, werewolves and mermaids all fall into this category. The details, of course, are up to the writer. If you t
One Wish to Rule Them AllOne Wish to Rule Them All3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Authors Note: May contain a few minor bad words.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" Ciel yelled at the group of wild and obnoxious people including his servants, that stupid prince and Agni, Madame Red, Lau and Ran-Mao, and many more. Everyone looked back at him forgetting about the package. No one spoke a word. Ciel's patience was already thin.
"Sebastian, I order you to tell me what's going on!" Ciel hissed at his butler. Upon those words Sebastian straightened up his suite while still standing on Grell's face and began his long tale of the day with everyone.
The young master had worked Sebastian non-stop with errands today and now it was time to turn in. Sebastian grieving a sigh began to take off his black coat when he felt a letter in his left breast pocket. Pulling it out did he immediately figured out who it was fro
Ages of LifeAges of Life3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Since the very first dawn, the earth was covered with living things of all shapes and sizes. Even if one race died, another would soon take its place, and barely a corner of the Great House was empty. From the deepest layers of the sea, to the highest reaches of the sky, its creatures flew and swam and crawled and swarmed and burrowed.
There were insects smaller than a speck of dust, and trees so huge they shaded mountains. There were creatures that were as numerous as flies, and those which consisted of one single being in each generation. There were species who had to live their lives and bear children within a few hours of a day, and those who walked the earth for ages, watching other races come and go.
All of them ate and slept and loved and died, all in their own manner. As well as the trees that were content with digging their roots into the dirt and basking in the sun, there were races that waged wars and formed kingdoms. As well as beings who only thought of food and procreatio
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M