The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov Twins1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
Johnlock: Tea And An ExperimentJohnlock: Tea And An Experiment3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Entering the shared flat, John shook himself, removing the drops of rain from his coat and hair as if he was a dog, a Tesco's bag in his hand as he made his way into the kitchen, placing the shopping on the table and taking off his still damp coat, slinging it over a chair as he got out the milk, opening the fridge and wrinkling his nose at the random limbs that lay along the food, sighing as he placed the milk inside and shut the door, getting to work on making a cup of tea for himself and his flatmate.
As he walked up the stairs, mugs of tea held tightly in his hands, he heard the distinct melody of the violin, the music flowing from behind the slightly open door of Sherlock's study, making John smile fondly at the soothing sounds.
He pressed his shoulder against the wooden frame, entering with a creak of the floorboards as he stepped gingerly inside, standing still as he watched Sherlock's straight posture, arm moving gracefully as he struck the bow against the strings, playing a fa
Half the BattleBilly couldn’t take it any more. His parents were so mean. So he was going to run away. That would teach them a lesson. He stuffed his backpack with clothes, his favorite action figure, and a jar of peanut butter. He would take care of himself and prove to his parents that they shouldn’t treat him like a baby. And then when he finally came home, it would be on his own terms.Half the Battle2 years ago in Humor More Like This
He waited until midnight. When his parents were sound asleep, he opened his bedroom window and climbed down the latticework from the second story.
Billy made it all the way to the corner before a yellow car transformed into Bumblebee. A military helicopter shone a spotlight over him and several G.I. Joes rappelled down around him. Superman swooped down from the sky, landed, and put his hands on his hips. Captain Planet materialized in a rainbow of light. A manhole creaked open and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles came pouring out of the sewer.
All the assembled heroes scrutinized him.
The First Last KissThe First Last KissThe First Last Kiss8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All of Petes senses snapped to attention at once like a shock running up his spine and he raked in a ragged gasp. He sat bolt up and looked around, disoriented, as his heart thumped painfully against his ribcage. Quick breathing sounded almost like whimpers in the sparse hotel room. It was like every nerve in his body was twitching with anxiety. After a few more minutes of silence, punctured only by his slowing gasps, Pete closed a hand over his slightly damp face finally recognizing his surroundings. His eyes slid shut and he fell back onto the soft bed relief beginning to flood his system.
Oh thank god he groaned, a small smile forming on his lips despite the residual squeezing his heart was being subjected to. The hotel room, though sparse, was nothing less than plush as he and the other members of the touring band had decided that in this city they would live it up by taking separate lavish rooms. Pete looked over to the clock on his beds
Okiku's End....And BeginningThe laughter of young fillies echoed in the small village. It was a humble place. The entire establishment nestled in a valley of snow, surrounded by tall mountains, majestic in their heights. Winter had come once more to the small village, the ponies bustling about in their preparations. Okiku ran about with the other fillies her age, cantering with delight as the proud parents watched. Childhood innocence. As pure as the gentle snowflakes beginning to fall upon the happy scene. If only time could stand still for just a moment and capture that happiness. Sadly, time must move forward in it's inexorable march towards the very end. The children at play paused as quickly as their parents as an unusual tremor was felt under hoof. The questioning silence quickly turned to murmurs of fright. A large group of bandits were rapidly descending upon the village, wildly sounding a cry for battle. The screams of terror echoed as franticly the mothers ran to their homes, grabbing their childern toOkiku's End....And Beginning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sterek - Sweet Fang - part 4Not only was the chain link fence super high, there was barbed wire strung along the top like freaking Christmas lights! WHY WAS THERE BARBED WIRE ON A STRIP MALL FENCE?? Was there a prison around here Stiles didn't know about? Sure, the gun store was just a couple shops down from them and Beacon Hills wasn't short on the occasional shoplifter, but was this really necessary?Sterek - Sweet Fang - part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
There was a little more light in this alley way from the overhead street lamps, so as soon as that big hairy face came lurking from around the corner, Stiles could see every harrowing detail. The sticky patches in its fur shone red against the light's reflection, which confirmed the whole blood or mud issue. Great, so this wasn't the first time Mr. Big Bad Wolf had gone moonlighting as a murderous lunatic.
Stiles had no more time to think as the werewolf closed in on him. Was this it? The end of his short, somewhat sweet life? This was almost worse than the time he got thrashed by that rotten old prune Allison call
To Merlin, from ArthurTo Merlin, from ArthurTo Merlin, from Arthur5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Merlin/Arthur one shot.
Warnings: slash m/m pairing
Spoilers: Merlin series 1 and 2.
Merlin was giving Arthur's rooms a thorough clean, glad that spring was nearly here and that winter was nearly over.
Arthur seemed to be anxious for winter to be over too, desperate to be able to have longer training sessions with his knights without a storm or snow shower interfering with their practices.
Today, Arthur had gone out on a hunt, leaving Merlin behind to finish a long list of chores he had failed to complete the day before.
Merlin flung open one of Arthur's grand wardrobes and began rooting through it for any garments that needed repairing or were in dire need of a clean. Soon, he came across the horrible outfit Arthur had made him were to the banquet where Nimueh had tricked Merlin to drink from the poisoned chalice. Merlin picked out the feathered hate with distaste and put it on his head. He turned to look in the mirror. He hated that hat. Arthur of course, s
Morning"Seems this is farewell...... Ichigo." Rukia said, a weak smile breaking across her face.Morning4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Seems so." Ichigo replied solemnly. Rukia drew near Ichigo, he leaned in slightly.
"Tell everyone.... I give them my best." Ichigo said as his voice grew shaky.
"Okay....." Rukia whispered. She examined Ichigo's eyes. 'They've grown so weak.' She thought. 'Were they so weak in Hueco Mundo? No.... Could it be his powers? He seemed fine without them. So what is it? Could it be? Does he really....?' Rukia's mind was racing, but she was pulled out of her thoughts by Ichigo's voice.
"Bye, Rukia." Rukia tried to respond, but her lips were frozen. She tried so hard to stifle her own tears, she couldn't move. She paid close attention to Ichigo's eyes, and when she saw the almost imperceptible change, she knew that was it. Rukia couldn't hold back anymore. The tears began to flow, as did the rain once again. Ichigo covered his eyes with his hand.
"Thank you." He said with a forced smile. Rukia,
Log - LithuaniaHis hands are trembling.Log - Lithuania4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is used to it by now; they tremble all the time. From the cold, from the hunger, from the grief. There hasn't been a day in months that had passed without his hands shaking like leaves. But his hands are trembling, and it makes it difficult to wrap the dark green threadbare scarf around his neck and jam his hands into his worn gloves.
Lithuania rolls up his sleeping bag slowly, stuffing it into his knapsack. Stiff snow cracks under his heavy boots as he stands, pulling his bag onto his back over his bulky winter coat. His breath fans out around his face like a cloud as he pushes long, greasy hair away from his face so he can study the thick undergrowth of pine trees surrounding him.
He knows he is going the right way; he feels drawn like iron to a magnet to his homeland. But he still has no idea where he is, only that he is in some forgotten forest in the middle of winter and he hasn't eaten in two days because he ran out of canned food.
The forest is much t
SynesthesiaI fell in love with a pianist's hands.Synesthesia3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They danced across my skin in minuets, his fingers tripping cadenzas up and down my spine. He brushed sonatas through my hair and across my shoulders, pianissimo. I trembled beneath his trills. The primal, earnest rage of Bach swelled in hot crescendos along my throat, beneath my ribs, guided by his hands --- Mozart, coolly logical, raised goosebumps down my arms --- Chopin soothed the fire and finally calmed my hammering heart.
I fell in love with a pianist's hands, listening from the back of the coffee shop while my lungs fought for breath, making wishes until he was gone.
Supernova (someday, I will marry an astronomer)You are firing words into space at stars that will never understand.Supernova (someday, I will marry an astronomer)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let them guess. Have you ever tried explaining to them that you'd like to
pluck them from where they stand to glue them to your ceiling?
They don't know you like I do, they don't know you're scared of the dark.
Comets and asteroids are tricky things. They'll burn a hole through your roof
so I hope you like the troposphere singeing your nostrils.
'What do you suppose stars do after they become supernovae?'
'They become neutron stars. Or black holes, I guess.'
You went quiet after that.
Maybe I should have said that they stay beautiful forever like Hollywood
would have you believe. I could have said that they blaze on and on
for as long as the universe wants to keep us held in the clutches of spiral
galaxies. That they linger on and become what makes up a newborn child
and the last breath of people who have seen eight decades and more. That
they filter down into the shells of your ears and become the fabric and s
AutisticYes I said it, I'm autisticAutistic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not more then you and not less
I think the same as you, sometimes a bit simplistic
I even slightly like, that I must confess
Sometimes people say I'm retarded
I let them do it, I don't care
I might be the person who is disregarded
When I get insulted I only stare
I know the truth
I'm no different from anybody else
Though I might have had a different youth
I will never change
That's something I know for sure
I think that it would be quite strange
I will stick to who I am
We can change what we stand for, but not who we are
For My AngelFor My Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought of you today
Like I always do.
You always wander
Inside the deepest
Places of my mind.
I cannot be afraid
Of the dark no more.
Like when I was a young child.
For you live among it; are a part of it
And now I long for it.
I sang for you today.
I did my best to please you.
Yet, I knew you were already because
Your presence here, beside me,
Is so much stronger now.
You have spiraled me
Into your world, which is unlike any fantasy.
And into your passion for music.
You have given it all to me.
Only by the grace of God are you here for me.
Has been my greatest triumph
And these words which I pour from
Are the countless "thank yous"
With much love indeed.
For always and
I will always sing
My voice and my heart
This I shall promise you
For in my life have
I never been given the gift of
Beauty, until you found me.
100 Things Anime Taught Me100 things I learned in anime.100 Things Anime Taught Me5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. Any color ever imagined is a natural hair color.
2. No matter where you are hit or how minor the injury you will bleed out of your mouth.
3. All living things(and some non-living things) contain 50 gallons of blood and every single bit will pour out or shoot out geiser style if you get injured.
4. Nver trust the bald guy. Even if he isn't pure evil, he'll have a major case of ass-holeishness.
5. Nobody's hair is subject to the laws of gravity.
6. It's not really a dog, it's never really a dog.
7. The old guy is the most perverted person ever. Or the most powerful. Or both.
8. Not showing your whole face doubles or triples your power.
9. Other worlds are found in incredibly random places.
10. He's your father.
11. If it talks to you, you're crazy.
12. If it talks to everyone but you, you're crazy.
13. Your eyes must be 3x the size of your nose.
14. You don't necessarily need a nose.
15. Being friends with the main character will automatically cause frea
His Butler, Hosting*Setting: Ouran Academy (yes I thought this would be a fun crossover) with our same cast with the temporary additions of Sebastian and Ciel. Just to make things clear.*His Butler, Hosting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seven months, that's how long I have to live in this hell that I've been shipped to. When the offer to expand my family's toy company outward to Japan I thought I'd just be in fancy hotels eating raw fish until the seven months were up. But no, somehow I managed to be enrolled into the apparently prestigious high school academy, Ouran.
Now the school itself isn't bad, the aesthetics are fairly decent although not to my taste and the academics seem fairly good. It's not a bad place to spend four years of your life but seeing as I am a business man and not some silly high school student, this place may as well be a primary school with finger paint on the walls. Even then I'd stand a better chance on talking my way out of that situation, but sadly I have one set of eyes on me at all times.
My butler, Sebastian Michaelis, i
The Witching HourFreshmen don't get to choose their dorm rooms. There are a few that are set aside specifically for freshmen: the small rooms, the ones with awkward angles, the ones farthest from the Dining Hall. But when the entering class is larger than usual, some of the rooms usually reserved for upperclassmen are opened up. If you're lucky, you could get one of the best rooms available.The Witching Hour3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had a large class. And I got lucky.
My room wasn't huge, especially for sharing with a roommate, but it was on the top floor, right by the Bell Tower. It had a soaring ceiling, with windows nearly as tall. The first thing I did was shove the provided armchair (1960's orange and hard as concrete) up against those windows. When I was satisfactorily perched (far too uncomfortable for lounging), I leaned on the window and gazed out over my kingdom. The room overlooked a private courtyard, filled with silver-green crabgrass a
I Want...I Want....I Want...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'I have to stay calm,' Ichigo thought
'I cannot let this .. this... FREAK.. get to me.. I have to stay calm...'
He swung his sword and sliced Aizen across the chest, making the man stagger back
'I have to stay calm so I can stay alive...'
He dodged an oncoming attack
'I have to stay alive.... so I can see Rukia again...'
He smirked ever so slightly
'I have to see Rukia... I have to see my girl...'
He ran forward
'I want to tease her about me getting taller...'
He shouted in a battle cry and swung his sword again
'I want to pinch her cheek because she's pouting and irritated that I'm a grown up now...'
His sword made contact with Aizen's
'I want to kiss her and make her forget that she's mad at me..'
His sword started to slwoly slice through Butterfly-Man's as if it were nothing but butter
'I want to kiss her better.... make all her wounds better... make her stop hurting...'
Aizen jumped back
Boys of Summer"Pete, come on, you have to pick up sometime. I know your phone's on... Please Peter, just let me explain. I didn't mean for it to happen, I just want t-" And that's where the voice mail cut him off and told him to press 7 for more options.Boys of Summer9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Patrick let out a frustrated sigh, hit 'end', and flipped the phone closed before tossing it to the bed he let himself fall backwards onto. He hated this; this silent treatment. Not returning his phone calls, not answering the door when he went over to his house, not even acknowledging his existence when they were (forced to, in Pete's case) together. Not that Pete had willingly come within 20 feet of him in the past two weeks. He'd fucked up, big time. This, he thought, should be on one of those PSAs about all the terrible things alcohal can lead to. Impaired judgment, horrible auto accidents, drunkenly kissing a stranger while your boyfriend is in the bathroom of a crummy bar...god; he'd done it this time. He knew there was a reason he never drank
Spice! LenxRinRing . . . Ring . . . I groan rolling over towards the side table. The screen read Lilly. I shot a glance at Teto who lay next to me in bed. The clock reads 4 am. That silly ring tone echoed through my mind. "Hey Babe, what's up?" I ask running a finger through the red head's curly hair. She moaned in her sleep cuddling closer to me.Spice! LenxRin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So where did you run off to? And with who?" Came the snark reply. I sighed. Stupid blondes, so clingy.
"Lilly, Lilly. Calm down sweetie. I'm not anywhere. I'm at my friend's house, you remember um Gakupo right?" I ask. Tch. Lying was so easy. Those mushy girls would believe anything.
"Really? Your not lying are you?" She asked.
"Have I ever lied to you?" I make excuses just as readily as I know how to.
"Okay . . . Hey um Saturday my parents won't be home all night, not until Sunday evening. Do you uh want to spend the night?" She asked nervously. I smiled. It's just the one night stand that I look forward too.
"Sure. Hey I got to go, I'm tired I'll see yo
I am notI’m not your little boy.I am not2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re not my little girl.
I’m just someone you met,
And wants to change the world
I’m not the prince in your dreams
I don’t have smarts or might
I’m just the one that screams
And cries to sleep at night
I’m not who you want me to be.
I will never be what you are.
I’m myself, I am free.
I’m not ashamed of my scars
I’m not that weak
You’re not that strong
You still have company
But I’m still alone
So I speak
Though this poem.
It’s not a pretty love song
I’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.
Because I am not perfect,
I’m not retarded,
I’m just like you,
There is always a reason to be
And I won’t regret
I’m always happy to be me.
Bromotions: Scars Part 1Bromotions: Scars Part 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
Seeing his parents killed right in front of him had left him feeling empty. He longed for his mother's lullabies and his father's piggy back rides. He longed for the comfort of being loved. Everyday it became harder and harder to provide for himself and Bolin. They were running out of yuans they got for their allowances, and Mako had to start working in any store that would take someone his age. It was hard to leave Bolin in alleys by himself. Everyday at Narook's Seeweed Noodlery where he cleaned floors, he thought about his brother alone, getting hurt, and it killed him. He couldn't lose him, too.
He was always relieved when he came back and saw Bolin eagerly waiting for dinner. He sat down and handed whatever food he managed to scrape up that day to Bolin and his brother ate as quickly as possible. Mako relaxed and closed his eyes, tired from the days work. He felt a cool breeze and heard his brother's teeth chatter. Mako took off the scarf he always wore, the last object his father
Vampire France X CanadaVampire France X CanadaVampire France X Canada2 years ago in Romance More Like This
NOTE: This is my second yaoi ever, so I apologize if it sucks. And before anyone starts: No, I'm not an anti-FrUK, or America X Canada, or Cuba X Canada, or any other pairing with France or Canada, I love all pairings. But this one is my first favorite pairing ever, and besides, it's cute. So, enjoy.
Matthew walked through the woods at about 8:27 pm, when the sun was going down. Why? He had gone to check on Alfred, who is kind of ill at the moment, but he knew of a short cut through the woods to get back to his house. Matthew sighed to himself and said to no one in particular: "Why is my life so boring? Can't it be just a little more interesting..? Like being the cool kid or somethin'?"
He was unaware of the hungry, predatory, sapphire blue eyes watching him from a few feet away. Oh, his life was DEFIANTLY going to become interesting, and a little more than terrifying. He watched Matthew walk down the path, licking his