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
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
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...1 year 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
Smile.jpg story part 1Smile.jpg story part 14 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
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;
Appledashed"Wow, look at that downpour! Really outdid myself there, didn't I?" Rainbow Dash said, looking out the barn door into the rain she'd made.Appledashed5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ya sure did, sugarcube," Applejack replied, giving the sky-blue pegasus next to her a quick, sidelong glance. True to form, the other mare did not notice it, or the slight quaver of nervousness in the earth pony's voice.
Applejack wasn't much given to planning, she was the first to admit it. She preferred to tackle things straight on when they came up. But that didn't mean she couldn't be more cunning and subtle on the rare occasions when she thought those qualities were required. This was one of those, and so far everything had gone right according to her plan. Now, if she could just gather the courage for the next step!
"Okay, was that all you wanted from me?" Dash continued, stirring her wings with a faint rustle. "Because I think it's just about the time for my special 'Job Well Done' afternoon nap!"
"No!" Applejack yelped, the word coming out
Merely a Mare, 1st InterludeTable of Contents:Merely a Mare, 1st Interlude5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Prologue 1: http://ebonmane.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3bpd0r
Prologue 2: http://ebonmane.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3bu3u8
Chapter 1: http://ebonmane.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3fyezo
1st Interlude: You Are Here
Chapter 2: http://ebonmane.deviantart.com/#/d3gjn81
2nd Interlude: http://ebonmane.deviantart.com/#/d3jdo7e
Chapter 3: http://ebonmane.deviantart.com/#/d3jdor5
3rd Interlude: http://ebonmane.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3kfmyl
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 My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fanfiction involves shipping. If you don't know what that means, please go read up on it at http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Shipping before reading.
If you are made uncomfortable by ANY form of romance between ANY two intelligent beings, this fanfiction may not be to your liking. Continue only with caution.
RepresentationYou did well, Matsuda-san. Souichiro wrapped his arm playfully over his subordinates shoulders as they walked side-by-side down the hallway.Representation9 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
ChellxWheatley: LiliesWheatley sighed and shut yet another handbook, carelessly tossing it onto the collecting pile of handbooks on his bed. Seriously, confessing shouldn't be this hard! All he had to do was walk up to Chell, tell her he loved her and then if she rejected him, go sulk in a corner somewhere. And therein laid the problem, whenever he tried to confess he got nervous, and whenever he got nervous he rambled, and whenever he rambled the topic strayed from what its original intention was entirely (the last time he had tried to confess, somehow the conversation had ended with a theory between the two of them that the Aperture Science-Black Mesa rivalry began when Black Mesa beat Aperture in a softball game). He took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes, exactly how long had he been going at this?ChellxWheatley: Lilies5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well," he thought allowed, replacing his glasses on his face and instead running a hand through near-perpetually messy hair, "maybe if all these guidebooks didn't spout rubbish I wouldn't be havi
SV Chapter 2 War is BuisnessChapter 2SV Chapter 2 War is Buisness4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Applejack: War is Business
The trees were pathetic. Most of them were dead or dying without the care and nourishment they had been receiving for years before. They had even given up on bearing fruit. Only a dozen trees still provided bounty and they were tasteless shells of the gleaming jewels they had once been. Fed only by water and the suffocating smoke of industry, it was a miracle even these trees still stood. This land that had once been a farm of the most delicious apples for miles around had fallen into hard times, only to rise into a different kind of farming. The farming of steel and bronze. The farming of offense and defense. The farming of war machines. That's the kind of farm Sweet Apple Acres was now.
The Barn, which had once been filled with the sounds of content cows, now echoed with the sounds of unwilling metal and the harsh shouts of man. The smell of iron and sweat was always heavy in the air, as though the very walls ha
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
For What It's WorthIt stays with you for awhile.For What It's Worth5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The effects of the main body are a persistent thing, a mess of forgotten electrical impulses from the wires within that had been fried when you'd abruptly been pulled away from it all. The urge to test, the murderous rage, the shock of losing it all in an instant stays with you for awhile, slowly draining away like poison from a wound.
Fortunately, you're going to be here for awhile. Space is a pretty big place, after all.
At first you're just this awful mix of angry and bitter. Because well, this just isn't fair. All you wanted was to get something for yourself for a change, because nothing ever goes right for you. Nothing ever goes right for you and some part of you can't help but observe that it makes sense, and considering what She went and told you, it's kind of funny. The term A.I. normally refers to Artificial Intelligence, but for you it's more like Artificial Idiocy and that'd be a halfway clever train of thought if it weren't completely de
SuicideYou called me up,Suicide11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the phone,
you said you'd taken some pills,
and didn't want, to die alone.
Is your life,
that messed up,
you had to take steps,
to make it stop?
I cried to you,
to call 999,
you said you couldn't listen,
to voices other than mine.
your voice sounded weak,
fighting for breath,
the silence was noticeable
as if i was deaf.
The streets of heaven,
are already full tonight,
full of souls,
souls of angels,
souls like yours,
souls of people,
whose life ended too soon.
has brought nothing but pain,
upon this world.
Mix and Match pt. 211. JealousMix and Match pt. 25 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wheatley would have liked to think he kept a lot of his emotions in check. His co-workers on the other hand would laugh out loud and then say "oh wait, you're serious." Okay, so he was a man who let his emotions drive him rather than his head (which could explain why so many things that seemed like a good idea at the time caught fire...), but he was okay with that. There wasn't anything wrong with feeling like singing whenever you saw the woman he loved or dancing down the halls after she kissed him on the lips. Nope, nothing wrong with that at all (unless your name happened to be Galanos Atlas, who saw Wheatley's emotionally driven nature to be incredibly naïve).
The Bristolian was walking down one of the halls that lead from the main office, one of the interns had asked him to deliver something to the Technology department since he was going in that direction anyway (his and Chell's relationship was pretty common knowledge by this point)
"So anyway beautiful,
Shipping and Handling Chap. 6"Happy Birthday, Dinky!"Shipping and Handling Chap. 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The tiny unicorn squealed with delight as she gazed upon her surprise party. The backyard of the little cottage had been transformed into a veritable filly's wonderland. Several tables were laid out, covered in festive tablecloths and adorned with balloons. A mountain of colorfully wrapped gifts was piled in on one of them, and the rest were laden with large amounts of sweets. There was even a huge custom birthday cake, a real one, professionally prepared at Sugarcube Corner, instead of the muffin topped with a candle Dinky was used to receiving on her birthday.
Many of the fillies and colts from Dinky's class at school stood in the yard as well. Dinky immediately recognized the trio who called themselves the Cutie Mark Crusaders, as well as Pipsqueak, the new colt who had moved from Trottingham a few months earlier. Twist, the geeky but friendly filly who sat next to Dinky in class,
His Way FinalIt was funny how things could change so drastically over time.His Way Final5 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
When he was first activated he was one of the many cores left to collect dust somewhere in one of the unknown parts of Aperture Science. From there he glided along from job to job that She gave him; replacing the ruined tiles on the walls (he ended up crushing a few other cores in the process by accident), killing the plants that had overgrown the facility (he learned that plant-killer and the inner mechanisms of personality cores didn't mix well and caught one on fire), before he was shoved into the cryogenic sleeping wing, tasked with keeping the humans alive until She needed them. This proved harder than it seemed once She finally went offline. She was Aperture Science, it's heart, it's lifeblood, it's pulse. When She went offline, everything started going to Android Hell. Production lines whirred to a stop, turret construction machines halted in the middle of creating a turret, even some
Peripeteia: ProlougeThe hole is open. The story begins.Peripeteia: Prolouge5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky is dark over the Everfree forest. There are stars that shine in the air, but they do not glitter. They seem painted on, mainly for show. They seem slightly wrong. Even the moon, caught between half and crescent as it wanes in time and fades away, seems strangely artificial, with a shape too bulky, and craters too big.
The Everfree forest seems natural enough, darkened to near blackness as it is, but it is strangely without sound. There is wind, as it blows at Force Three or Four, tugging at every branch and leaf, whistling as they undulate in the breeze. But the animals are absent. Nature seems silenced. As if all that grew, moved, thought and ate were at some secret place of worship. Or if they had fled from some great, powerful force of destruction.
A few leaves individually flit between the trees. Was that a rabbit, darting behind the tree? The grass bends and sways.
Then comes the step. Water parts and leaps, in the wake of the ste
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad4 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
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
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
The Perfect Night SkyThe Perfect Night Sky.The Perfect Night Sky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
a MLP:FiM FanFic.
by Twilight_Crow and PhilomenaSage
All My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is property of Hasbro, Inc.
Young unicorn Twilight Sparkle silently stood in the open balcony of the astronomy tower of Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. The city of Canterlot gleamed below, the sun almost setting in the afternoon.
"Any moment now." she said to herself while trying to steady her breathing. She was nervous. She kept staring through the part of the day that was her namesake, anticipating.
Inside the tower room a door opened, and an earth pony came in. He had a sky blue coat and a deep blue mane, a pair of glasses on his nose, and a blue telescope cutie mark on his flank. He carried a box filled with papers and scrolls in his mouth.
As he walked into the room, he acknowledged the purple unicorn´s presence in the balcony. He stared at her quietly. Always early, always one step ahead, always prepared. He raised an eyebrow as he procee
rejectionrejection11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I lay alone, crying in my bed,
With a permanent rain cloud over my head,
I feel that life is letting me go,
The whole world goes by so slow,
With me just watching as time goes by,
And I stare at the moon in the dark night sky,
And I wish for just a moment that I wasn't me,
Why cant the people around me see?
That even though im not a work of art,
It doesn't mean you can break my heart,
The soul shattering stares at me you give,
If only you knew how hard my life is to live,
With so many rejections from the closest most dear,
Im screaming inside if only you'd hear,
If I was beautiful would you notice me?
Would I be visible for all to see?
If I was gorgeous, a picture of beauty
Loud outgoing or bubbly a cutie,
Why cant you look inside and see?
Or cant you love me for just being me?
Southern Comfort Ch. 2Lightning danced across the darkened sky and bathed the room in a stark white pallor. The flash faded into darkness before a gentle glow dissolved the shadows and materialized in the doorway. A young mare fostered the light, and came into full visibility as she strode in with the lantern in tow. She set it down and adjusted it slightly, smiling as the eerie atmosphere gave way to a more comfortable coziness.Southern Comfort Ch. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Applejack lowered herself to her haunches, and she breathed soft sigh of contentment. Though she would never openly admit it, the momentary respite from the bitter cold of the outdoors felt wonderful. Frost clung to her slack mane and her forelegs ached from the muddied slurry of the fields. The storm had begun. They were ready and waiting for it. In the urgency of their preparations, she had not noticed her younger sister's absence. However, as the weather turned for the worse, she had found herself needing more and more to know that the little filly was safe.
It was a
BandagesBro Strider stood frozen in surprise as he watched Dave run back into the building, clutching his bloody side and slamming the door behind him. He looked down at his sword where it had lodged in the cement from the last swing, and noticed a thin strip of red on the edge. Shit. He hadn't meant to do that. He yanked it out and wiped the blood off on his shirt as he ran to the roof exit.Bandages5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Bro was a master of swordplay and controlling the blade, but that didn't change the fact of the matter: if you swing a sharp object enough at someone, you'd eventually hit them. This wasn't the first time this had happened, of course. Bro gave Dave little cuts and bruises all the time, and Dave even managed to lay some on him. They usually didn't draw this much blood, though, and judging by Dave's reaction this one must've hurt like a bitch. It was enough to generate some serious concern for his little bro.
He ran into the puppet-strewn living room of the apartment and looked around. No sign of Dave, he m