Trusting Others to Guide YouIt is foolish to stop running.Trusting Others to Guide You4 years ago in Drama More Like This
You don't try any tactics, you don't dart into some side-street to try to lose him so you can stop and take a break. Because he's so much better at tactics than you, as much as you're loathe admitting to that. So you just keep running until your sides ache and you can't go on anymore.
Clive knew that and he assumed the other two did as well, but that had been something very wrong to assume. He cursed himself, since when it came down to it he was the only adult between them, but there had been no time to give out instructions, just to run himself and hope that the others ran too.
He'd had to stop in the end though, clutching at his side and breathing heavily. Thankfully, he wasn't alone. The equally exhausted panting from just behind him caused him to look up and see that Crow had made it with him. Clive didn't know a lot about Crow, he knew that Crow had been a friend of Luke's from Misthallery and that they were both working to meet the same goal, but th
Smile.jpg story part 1Smile.jpg story part 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I live in a house, I am on the computer searching a lot of stuff. Then I saw a dog, a husky with a smile. I researched about the mystery of the dog, and found it was a legend. The dog is scary, I printed the picture of the husky, and the next day I brought it to school, I was drawing the unknown husky and my teacher came up to me and said, "What are you drawing?" and I replied, "I am drawing a husky with a smile like I saw on my computer." Later, in school a boy came up to me and said, "What is the husky's name with the smile?" I took my computer out and opened it and went on the internet and hooked up husky with a smile, and saw his name was Smile.dog or Smile.jpg. "His name is Smile.dog hook him up." I said, after school on the bus I took out my computer again and hooked up Smile.dog and found one that was "Red". He had black hair and a peach/yellow fur. The next day at school the boy named Mike went to the hospital because of Schizophrenia. I went to the hospital where Mi
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
Neko-ItalyxReaderNeko-ItalyxReaderNeko-ItalyxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You paused as you walked into the room. So many choices.
You looked around, feeling slightly crest-fallen. None of the cats really looked like on you could get along with.
Maybe you shouldn't buy a cat. You didn't know if your apartment even allowed cats.
Besides, would you really have the time to take care of one?
Sighing, you turned to leave.
"I'm really sorry Miss Elizabeta. I don't think I'm ready for a cat."
She nodded and shrugged, "Come back if you change your mind."
Sighing again, you left.
"I can't deal vith him." You looked over at your German friend. Ludwig was glaring at something behind the couch. He had called you over, saying that his cat was a pain in the ass.
"So what do you want me to do?" Standing up, you walked over and peered around him.
You blinked down at the little cat standing before you. He had a strange curl of hair. His beige fur ruffled.
"What kind of meow
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
Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 5Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.
LOVE IS NEVER CONCEITED
(El amor nunca es ególatra)
- Eso es lo que diría un perdedor. ¿Acaso darse cuenta de lo que no podemos hacer, no es lo mismo que darse por vencido?
- No. Significa perdonarte a ti mismo por lo que no eres capaz de hacer. Tus camaradas están ahí para suplir lo que tú no puedes hacer y para prevenir que ignores las cosas que si puedes lograr. Si quieres saber quién eres tienes que mirar muy dentro de ti y aceptar lo que ves. Yo no fui capaz de hacerlo, engañé demás y a
LoveLove12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is nothing,
Without a kiss.
Love is everything,
When you feel like this.
Love is precious,
When they mean everything to you.
Love is painful,
When they're not with you.
Love is priceless,
The true kind can't be bought.
Love is life...
When it's all you've got.
bleh...tell me how you like it...o.o;
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
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
What If...Everyone wants to believe that they are special. Having magical powers, being long lost royalty, the Chosen Hero to save the day/world, being from another world, or being something more than human. There are endless possibilities if one has enough imagination. The truth of the matter is, everyone wants to believe that they have irreplaceable worth, and they do. It's just that they can't see it. See that whether they are just human or something completely Other, every person is different, and every one of them has worth.What If...10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
This said, There are those of us who simply wish to be like everyone else. To be normal. To be human. To be accepted. Most people forget in their fantasies that being different can be scary. People might try to hurt them because they are afraid of anyone different from them. Of anyone or anything they don't understand. People can be cruel, and merciless. Death, torture, endless taunting, mocking, bullying, and being ostracized are just a few of the possible things that
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.
My NameMy NameMy Name3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It means clumsy, giggly, sarcastic
It is the number five
It's like the warm glow of a summer afternoon's sunset
It is pretending to be ruler of the world
It's the memory of Momma and Daddy making breakfast
Who taught me love and joy.
Whenever she cleaned and held me tight; when he read me books or gave me piggyback rides
My name is ValstressaJynx
It means to be unafraid to dance in the world's end. Where anyone can see.
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
You.You told me onceYou.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Love Poem to AndreiMy brotherLove Poem to Andrei5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while you are asleep
I think of your thigh
and I am comforted.
you think of me as a parasite,
but I see you as my god.
My freedom of motion.
I am sorry
for my heavy limbs,
my unresponsive body.
I am sorry I cannot speak to you.
Though we are attached at the thigh
we lack connection.
While your lover
is on top of you
I can see him refuse to touch me
while you shy away;
your love is mine vicariously.
OC short- Father-daughter timeOC short- Father-daughter time7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Kahi sat perched upon her father's back. Of course, it helped that he was a burly tiger and she a six year old girl. She was wearing a dainty pink and white dress with frills on the hem, but thanks to her wild black hair and grubby skin she managed to make it look untidy.
The girl petted the tuft of black fur on his head, then grasped Reg's ears.
Don't pull too hard Kahi, those are the only ears I got! he teased, half grumbling and half laughing.
Hmph Daddy! Real kitties don't talk! Kahi pouted, slumping on Reg's back and swinging her legs.
Aren't I a lot better than a kitty? he chuckled. Kahi considered this for a moment.
Hmm well yeah I 'spose. Real kitties are a lot smaller and they always run away from me. But Daddy can carry me around and he's not a kitty all the time.... she said swinging her arms round his ruffled neck. She sighed.
When will I be able to turn into a tiger, Daddy? It's not fair that only you
Puppet 1 - SleepwalkerChapter onePuppet 1 - Sleepwalker7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- I don’t care what you’re murmuring, Ryuzaki ordered you to bring him a cake! You’re useless anyway, so you can sleep in the day time. And hurry up, or he’ll lose his idea! And it will be your fault! Now go! Don’t sleep you fool! – said annoyed and exited Watari, pushing somnambulic body of Matsuda on the street and putting a pack of yens in his hand. Iron door loudly slapped in front of him.
Five minutes after poor cop realized, that he’s not on cosy sofa – he’s on an important mission – he must get L some cake. At four o’clock. In the morning. MORNING?! Matsuda felt completely shocked realizing this Mission Impossible… he felt only cold wind and empty streets around. The streets he should walk through to find a cake.
- Cake… cake… cake for Ryuzaki… sure… - he walked with halfclosed eyes leaving his legs on intuition. – At four o’clock… and I forgot the list o
RepresentationYou did well, Matsuda-san. Souichiro wrapped his arm playfully over his subordinates shoulders as they walked side-by-side down the hallway.Representation8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The younger male smiled and chuckled in a somewhat embarrassed way, Thanks, chief.
It had been a difficult task, but the NPA serial killer investigation team had cracked the case involving a man with a sick fascination with killing young children. Matsuda was a man in his late twenties that avidly tried to help in investigations, even though many a person considered him particularly bumbling and inadequate in his field. There were occasions, such as this one, where he was able to figure out significant leads and help the team move forward.
Matsuda frowned at an occurring thought, to which he debated greatly. Truth be told, he had what one would call a crush on his boss who was, unfortunately, in his early fifties and had a family. He knew for a fact that the chance he had with Yagami Souichiro wasnt even a candl
Merely a Mare Chapter 5Table of Contents: http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/05/story-merely-mare.htmlMerely a Mare Chapter 54 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warnings and Disclaimers:
Characters in this work are property of their respective owners, I do not own any of them, and do not intend to make any sort of profit off of this work.
This is a My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fanfiction.
And now, on with the show:
Merely a Mare, Chapter 5:
Rainbow Dash knocked on the library door. She was disappointed, but not surprised, when Spike opened it.
The dragonling sighed, shaking his head, "Sorry Dash, same as yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. And-,"
"I get it," the pegasus interjected, "She's still up there. Did she at least say anything?"
The response came in a dejected monotone, "Nope. Nothing. It's like..." Spike paused, turning to look at the stairs to Twilight's room, then stepped outside. He pulled the door closed behind him. "Look Dash, I'm scared. I think something might have happened with th