Killjoys 07 I-B-Y-D-I-Y-B-M-A"Run rabbit run." The words kept repeating in his head as he ran in search of his savior and for his life. He stopped a few times to try and gauge the direction in which the rocket had come from, but he didn't stop for more than a few seconds each time. If Korse caught up with him, he'd be a dead man. He hadn't even checked if his ray gun was working. It'd taken quite the fall when Korse knocked him onto the ground and it was possible that it was completely broken.Killjoys 07 I-B-Y-D-I-Y-B-M-A3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This couldn't get much worse." Poison panted as he ran through the alleyways between the buildings of the second zone, stopping next to the one he'd guessed his savior had been on top of to shoot from that odd angle. He walked around looking for a door, pulling out his ray gun to take a look at it to try and survey the damage done to it.
The creaking of a hinge interrupted his thoughts. Red and black hair, bright red jacket- it was exactly who he'd thought it had been that had saved him. She hadn't paid an
LOVETEST.PASLOVETEST.PAS8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
while (1>0) do
write('man: '); read(man);
write('woman: '); read(woman);
write('initial passion: '); read(passion);
write('daily event: '); read(event);
Killjoys 05 Flames and Revenge"Where the fuck is it?" The heavy shelf crashed to the ground as she shoved it with just one push, just to get behind it. Its contents spilt all over the floor, some things even being smashed beyond repair but it seemed to be the least of her concerns. Getting down on her hands and knees she ran her fingers through the dust and dirt that had been revealed, searching for something. She smashed her fist into the steel wall, the sound echoing all around her but she ignored it despite that the punch had made her wrist practically crumble from the blow. She was covered in dirt and grime from head to toe and the room behind her looked like the scene of a crime with how she'd destroyed it. She'd been searching all night long and didn't plan on giving it up at this point even though it was well into the morning. She pulled off her jacket and dug through her pockets again just to double check that the missing item wasn't in there. When had she last had it? She couldn't quite remember.Killjoys 05 Flames and Revenge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CursedThe clock of the city hall struck ten. People who were still at work hurried up to be done with their tasks, a few cars were going from a side to another and there was no people walking down the street. Everyone was sleeping in their warms beds, having a pleasant rest. It was the perfect moment to strike, and she knew it. The teenager stood up, rubbed her hands and walked out of the power station. She usually didn’t care about the time when she thought of looking for prisoners, but she had to admit that night made things much easier, and quite fun. Not making any noise, she walked towards the city nearby, down a hill. Wind took some scents, some sounds which made her smile… the scent of thousands of cells awaiting her to be opened, the screams of desperate people begging her to come to them. The teenager had an urge of arriving soon, but she decided to think a bit who she would set free first.Cursed10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“A single? No, I did yesterday… What about a family?”
Glass Heart 39 Love Comforting sleep only lasted for a mere hour or two before the nightmares started. Scarlett tossed and turned throughout the remainder of the night, riddled with bad dreams manifested by overwhelming guilt and fear of the future. Each time she woke up, she found Tony’s arms still around her and considered she could find sleep. He was warm, and each time she fidgeted to try and ease up the tension building from her nightmares, he tightened his grip on her.Glass Heart 39 Love1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually Scarlett gave up on the prospect of a full night’s sleep and lay awake in the hotel bed thinking. Thinking alone in the dark in the middle of the night was never a good idea and considering the prior day’s events. Shining in the pale blue light from his arc reactor Tony lay asleep next to her, occasionally snoring or grumbling in his sleep. What she’d done with
A New Past: Version 2A New Past: Version 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ran blinked his multi-colored eyes open in confusion when he heard a soft vibrating sound come from the other side of the room. He was about to sit up and investigate, when he heard the light "tap, tap, tap" of fingers hitting a keyboard. He then assumed Hisoka had received a late-night text message. He rolled his eyes in frustration and pulled the blankets over his head, letting his eyes closed again. He heard another vibration, followed by that same tapping sound. Once again, he attempted to sleep once more, when there was another vibration.
He grew frustrated and pulled the blankets down slightly, subtly rolling over so as not to alarm his roommate and peered at his through narrowed eyes. His raven-haired companion looked disheveled in the soft glow of his cell phone, and the luminescent light turned his skin a ghostly white color, revealing small bags under his eyes, and blood-shot sclera. He honestly appeared to be a mess, in the raven's opinion. Not to mention his mess
Transformers: The ExchangeRatchet looked around nervously. It was his first time in the field. Before the war started, he wanted to be a medical upgrader. Who wouldn't want to make their fellow Cybertronian stronger, faster, and function longer? When Megatron and his Decepticons rose up, Ratchet changed his goals. He became a battle medic, the last Cybertronian to achieve the title, in hopes of just keeping his friends alive. He looked across the field to see the Decepticon warrior Deadlock, and looked back at his squad commander, Kup.Transformers: The Exchange1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't worry, kid. You'll be in and out in a matter of cycles," Kup said with a smile. This didn't console Ratchet. Kup's squad had been known to lose members left and right, and he didn't want to be amongst those statistics.
The sole female member of the group, Elita-One, chipped in, "You're doing a good thing here Ratchet. If everything goes right, the Autobots will take a huge step forward in this war, and the Decepticons will take a huge step back."
Ratchet knew th
As Darkness Surrounds meAs Darkness Surrounds meAs Darkness Surrounds me4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Darkness surrounds me
wrapping me up in cloths of pain
my heart screams in agony
but my soul remains calm.
Been down this road so many times
as I walk through the valley
the shadows of death
betrayed, alone, hurt.
My feelings for trust linger on
tethering off the edge of defeat
my thoughts of friendship
now a forgotten memory
as darkness surrounds me.
A Lesson about ToleranceTolerance is something that is important to just come along with each other. Not only in internet, but in real life as well.A Lesson about Tolerance4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We all faced in our lives situations in which someone hurt our feelings, or tried to change something about us. When facing such situations, we ask ourselves, why people do such things? Well, I want to explain it to you and hope, that this will get you a better understanding for how important it is to tolerate each other.
How I came up with the subject:
I read the journal of a very close friend of mine and she wrote about her teachers. First she is getting ignored by one, another one is just never pleased and another one told her to quit drawing manga and try comic instead...
Okay, first people might just say 'teachers are stupid, ignore them!' but then again I had to think about my own time in school... and not only in school, but in my private life as well and it keeps bugging me so I just need to write this off.
I always came along greatly with my teachers, be
Spiraling Darkness-Anime poemSpiraling Darkness-Anime poem2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's dark all dark no light to be found.
I desperately call out a name,
But I hear no one's voice but my own.
And I hear an echo, but nothing else.
Who am I calling out?
It sounds like a name, a boy name.
Who is it?
Suddenly, a chilly voice that sounds a boy version of my own responds:
"You took my life in mother's womb!"
"You're a murderer!"
"I should have been the one to live!"
It's his voice again
It's the boy from my dreams that looks just like me.
My twin who wants me dead
But he doesn't exist!
I clutch my ears and fall into a fetal position on the ground.
But the voice keeps getting louder, my hands can't block it out.
I start to spiral down, faster and faster,
Until he gives me his final message:
"The world would be much better off if I had lived and you died."
My vision turns into cracking glass.
Suddenly, it shatters into pieces and the shards begin to fall.
But if you see closely enough,
On every glass shard,
Is the name of a person I hold dear.
Buford"They're gone again Mom!" The distraught wail of my son wafted in through the still open door.Buford2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pulled my head and a load of flailing clothes out of the dryer. "Oh no, sweetie, you're kidding!" I followed the cold draft to the open door. Buford was standing at the bottom of the steps, tears welling up in his blue, seven-year-old eyes. He pointed to the spot where his Jack-o-Lantern used to sit.
My own heart sunk to the spidery frost formations on the steps. He was a timid kid, Buford. He was fiercely intelligent, and he took pride in his work, but he got discouraged easily.
His grin had been so unreserved last night when he had shown Bret and I the lop-sided cackle of his Jack-o-Lantern, his bright little face smudged with the orange-yellow juice and webs of pumpkin guts still trailing from his elbows and fingers. It had been a project of many hours of scooping and carving and even more drawing and redrawing the perfect face. It was his second one this year.
"You said it wo
Tea for TwoI observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide.Tea for Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?"
A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons.
"Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?"
She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil.
"Er, there ought to be a dead squirrel or two out back by the fence. I imagine Mortimer left something, he's always forgetting what he's doing and scampering off, you know how those crazy groundskeepers can be . . ."
She made a sound a bit like the braying of a hound.
"Perhaps you don't. Anyhow, come along."
When dealing with the dead, it's best to be polite. I suppose I would be anyhow, though, I can't help it. It's simply
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*THE Zombie Survival Guide3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers
What the Dere?- Guide to TypesA lot of manga and anime fans have come across these terms tons of times, but what the heck do they mean?What the Dere?- Guide to Types3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a fellow artist/novelist myself, I shall break down the good, the bad and the downright ugly when it comes to the Deres.
Tsundere- the most common type of "dere" there is. But what exactly defines a tsundere?
To be put bluntly, a tsundere character acts tough on the outside, but is a real softie once you get to know him/her. Kagami from Lucky Star is a perfect example of this. She acts harsh towards our favorite practical joker, Konata, but she shows her true colors when someone pushes the right buttons. Another good example is Beatrice from Umineko no Naku Koro ni. Beneath that seemingly cold exterior lies a heart of gold (no pun intended). Of course, she would never admit these feelings to Battler or any one of her friends. Only we, the viewers, know her secret.
Another trait of the tsundere is that they often hit the person they care about (but the "victim" is ever rarely sev
Creando un nuevo PersonajeEl siguiente artículo fue escrito basado en mi propia experiencia.Creando un nuevo Personaje4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No digo que sea la verdad absoluta o que deben seguir todos mis pasos porque si no sus personajes no sirven. NO!.
Simplemente comparto con ustedes lo que aprendí cuando fui RPC y estuve inmersa en ese mundo.
CREANDO UN NUEVO PERSONAJE:
Un nuevo personaje es algo más complejo que solo dibujar una monita o monito X y darle camisa y falda/pantalón para que no esté desnudo/a. Hay muchos más detalles que cuidar detrás de la apariencia.
Este artículo será un poco largo, y constará de varias "secciones", además de que estará enfocado a los famosos RPC's que tan de moda estuvieron en su tiempo, principalmente del fandom de Naruto, pero tengan en cuenta que los consejos aqui presentados pueden ser aplicados en cualquier otro fandom diferente.
Antes de continuar, aclaremos diferencias para evitar futuras confusiones:
RPC: Es el acrónimo de "Role Play Character", es decir, un personaje que se utiliza para lo que no
Pacific Rim: Cherno AlphaThe loudspeakers in the Vladivostok Shatterdome blared, the dreaded news echoing through spartan grey corridors. Technicians dropped whatever they were doing and scurried to their appointed positions. It took mere moments for the aging speakers in the mess hall to take up the message.Pacific Rim: Cherno Alpha8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Category 4 Kaiju detected. Designation: Charybdis."
Sasha growled like an animal, standing up from the table. She had neatly combed blonde hair, bordering on white. "Another, only three weeks later. In the middle of lunch. Inconvenient." Aleksis rose to stand beside her, an enormous bear of a man with a shock of black hair on his chin. His bowl of mushroom soup forgotten, he followed as she strode out of the mess hall.
A technician ran up to them with a tablet and gave them a salute. "Lieutenants!" he cried. Sasha didn't even slow down, leaving Aleksis to take the tablet and dismiss the man with a nod. "You really should pay other people some heed," he said. She didn't reply. It wasn't the first time he'
ElanaElana3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She catches herself on evenings like these trying to say exactly the things she doesn't want to say, so she writes them and tears them apart instead. Her pen is forming a man-made lake on the paper as she writes A-A-A-A-A, unable to finish your name.
In the dead of night, after she tells you she is going to sleep, she sneaks out, marks her garden with a sign bearing your smile, and plants a seed. She fights her right hand as it reaches to flood ink and dirt over your picture and your seed, and she tries to describe to it what the tree will look like, but she honestly has no idea.
Sometimes she lies when you ask how she feels, like when you wanted her to tell you about the first time she saw the sea. Staring at the waves, drowning what they love and falling in love with what they drown, she almost saw the curls of her hair, the cold glint of her own eyes in the capricious, roiling water, but she told you she just grabbed some shells and went home.
You snort and say she has no idea what
In the shoes of an AspieIn the Shoes of an AspieIn the shoes of an Aspie2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Note: This is my experiences and thoughts on what it is like to be an Aspie. I understand others have their own experiences and opinions and I respect them for that. The reason I wrote this was a hope that those who read this gain some understanding as to how people with Asperger's live their lives. However each person is unique so their behaviour and way of life may be different to mine.
I wake to the sound of my alarm going off. I groan Ugh not again... I grope for my mobile and switch it off; the alarm is rather noisy. Here I go again; having to put on that masquerade; going undercover yet again. If only people would just understand what it is like to live the way I and many others like me have to live each and every day ..
Just imagine yourself living in a world where you see and deal with everything differently. Put yourself in the shoes of an Aspie; a person with Asperger's Syndrome. It's a high-functioning form of Autism. It's hard to
Lost and FoundTitle: Lost & FoundLost and Found3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Characters: Alex/Evan and other characters/pairings.
Disclaimer: I do not own WWE or the people mentioned. I only own this story.
Word Count: 2,082
Summary: Alex has to find the WWE Championship Belt before RAW starts. Evan returns the belt.
A/N: Let's just say that 'Dashing' Cody Rhodes is in RAW and Evan wasn't injured. At least in this story that is.
WWE wrestler 'Dashing' Cody Rhodes dashed the halls and turned corners within the arena, dressed up in his wrestling gear with a hidden object in his arms, obscured by his black jacket as he ran towards the men's locker room to meet up with his friends.
Cody opened the door and smiled when he found his friends, Ted and Evan, sitting on the bench getting ready as well for the upcoming live broadcast of RAW.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Cody asked as he puts down the jacket covered object on the floor and kneels behind Ted with his arms wrapped around his boyfriend's waist a
Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
The Love ShackThe Love Shack8 years ago in General More Like This
Far away, thousand of miles from here, there is a black mountain. And on that black mountain, hiding in the mist of a forest, there is a small shack. And inside that shack there is a box, and in that box there is a heart. My heart, so no one can ever break it. Not even you. Even if you try, you will not be able to break my heart.
I'm here, with you.
I'm all here, touching your skin, gazing at you naked, inviting as silk.
We're together, but you are angry at me for meeting with others, for not living together. You're angry at me for not telling you I love you.
I can't love you. My heart is far away, thousand of miles from here, inside a shack, inside a box.
You are always so serious. Smile once in a while; don't take life so hard. We are doing all right as it is, aren't we?
No heart. We don't need the heart to have a good time. You don't have to handle commitment with this kind of seriousness.
"I'm leaving you, and you will end up alone" you said. "Good" I said.
"If you want to
His Butler, EndHis Butler, End2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yet another outfit of his is stuffed into a suitcase, his maid lingers by his bed with her hands clasped to her chest as she stares with wide eyes. In her whole three years of services has she never seen the small, powerful figure of Ciel Phantomhive in a hurry so strong that he didn't even bother with changing to prepare to leave.
This morning had happened in such a confusion, first when she came in to awaken him Mey-Rin found the young earl in the hallways of all places dragging a suitcase into his room. He had promptly slammed it atop his bed, wrenched open his wardrobe and began a frantic stuffing of clothes.
He hadn't even bothered to change out of his nightclothes, a large white shirt that was worn by his father, Vincent Phantomhive. Somehow Mey-Rin was able to convince him to wear a pair of pants, which he tore from his closet wrenching them around his waist then continued his work.
"Young master," Mey-Rin calls as Ciel sits atop his luggage bouncing up and down a few times befo
It Bit Me"And tomorrow we'll install the kitchen cabinets along this wall here," the man gestured into the adjacent room.It Bit Me1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My mother nodded in agreement as the construction contractor spoke. All the while, I sat slouched in boredom against the unpainted drywall of my newly-constructed home, my eyes wandering around the unborn living room as I searched for something, anything, to pique my interest. I desperately prayed for any form of entertainment or distraction, but the room loomed in desolate quietness. The scruffy man with my mother turned and stretched his hand out towards the wall directly across from me, redressing the cryptically dull conversation into that of the addition of a new fireplace. I gave another sigh of boredom and rested my small chin on top of my crossed arms. But just then, salvation presented itself to me in the form of a slight glinting atop the nearby counter dividing the two rooms.
I returned my gaze to my mother, who still stood with her back to me, nodding on occasion