Invisibility (trade: deerrose6)It was annoying, really, that Matthew Williams could be forgotten time and time again, but could never disappear when the bullies decided to pick on him.Invisibility (trade: deerrose6)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The young Canadian held his glasses protectively to his chest, fearing that otherwise they’d be broken. It wouldn’t be the first time; the fragile frames always seemed to be the target of fists. Cruel laughter greeted him from every angle. He refused to cry, refused to show any weakness, not in that way.
Not that there was any truth to his desire to ‘remain strong’. He wasn’t strong to begin with. He never had been. Never would be. Alfred was the strong one, not him.
A tear escaped him.
Suddenly a loud voice interrupted the mocking laughter. “Hey!” The shout was loud, angry, rang with a shockingly strong foreign accent. “You leave him alone!”
The first of the bullies glared at the approaching Italian. “Or what?”
Feliciano put his hands up, closing them into fists.
HelplessHelpless2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I lived in the orphanage on the edge of Ponyville. It was a nice place. The foals there were quite nice too. I couldn't complain. I did wish I had a family though. I would always wonder what it would be like to have a permanent home with a mother and a father. Maybe even a brother or sister. It's too bad my parents didn't want me. They probably thought that I was helpless and wouldn't be able to live up to their expectations or something. I might not have been able to but I am in no way helpless. I guess when you're disabled, ponies automatically assume you can't take care of yourself.
Oh yeah, that's right, I didn't quite introduce myself. My name's Anthea. I'm a unicorn mare and I'm blind.
Anyways, back to the story. Because of my disability, I'd always get special treatment from everypony at the orphanage. Or at least from the ponies who did talk to me. Some wouldn't because they thought I was weird or distant from them which is kinda understandable
BurnedMary grunted as the rough rope was wrapped around her arms, She stood, Naked and Cold. The Freezing Winter Night was made worse by the water she was covered in, the brand on her chest stung, and her cheeks were stained by tears. She stood, the town, her family and friends stood around her, the Preacher glared at her, she wanted to scream, to tell them what he did to her. To Tell them she was victim, she bit her lip. It was pointless. Father Mayers had the town behind him. What did she have? Nothing. “This, Foul Cretin! She has tried to tempt me! Tempt me with her lust! The Devil's lived in this one!” Mary looked around wildly, seeing her mother's tearful face,Burned2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Mother! He's lying! Hel-”
A rock struck her across the forehead, she looked up at her mother, who's face was grim. “You are not my daughter any more, whore of satan!” Mary stopped caring, she didn't care when they branded her again, or put a blindfold on her, and a rope around her neck.
Bronic ConfessionsMy Little Pony.Bronic Confessions4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eight months ago, those words would have sent me and half the internet fleeing in terror. It used to be the antithesis of everything we thought was 'cool'. It was a sugar-coated, diabetes-inducing parade of gumdrops and buttercups. It was what our little sisters watched on Saturday mornings while we were busy gagging ourselves at the 'girlieness' of it. But, in those eight months, a revolution has happened. That revolution has revolved around a single lesson.
Friendship is Magic.
Tack those three words onto the previous three, and you have the bait to a brilliant /co/ war, a revitalization of an entire section on fanfiction.net, and the origin of a whole host of reverse-anthro fanart. But, it is the single most bizarre reversal of thought since the homosexual revolution. Suddenly, it's OK to go into McDonalds and get the girl's Happy Meal. It
Forever and Always: ElysiumAnnabeth sat under the shade of a big maple tree with her eyes closed. She liked the feeling of the gentle breeze that always seemed to be around Elysium caress her cheeks. She could feel the grass beneath her bare feet and smell the dozens of colorful flowers. Relaxing into Percy, who had an arm wrapped around her waist, she sighed happily.Forever and Always: Elysium3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all peaceful. Of course, it always was. What else did people expect from the demigod Paradise?
Percy and Annabeth had arrived some hours ago and they still couldn't believe it: They were dead. After all they had gone through, was this the way it was supposed to end?
Not that she was complaining. He wasn't, either. Word had spread that the war had, after all, been won. And besides, here at Elysium wasn't all that bad.
They had met Silena and Beckendorf, who looked happy to see them again but shocked.
"We didn't expect you'll make it here so soon," Silena said. Then she covered her mouth and went red, looking horrified with her outburst.
Sad Beautiful Tragic"Oh, this is just so heartbreaking," Aphrodite wailed as she dabbed her wet eyes with a handkerchief. Although she still radiated beauty, you could tell she was in bad shape. Her usual, sleek hair was thrown up into a messy bun and black make-up streaked her cheeks. She turned on her heel and flung her arms around Ares, who roughly patted her back.Sad Beautiful Tragic3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"It's not that bad," he muttered into her shoulder. Hearing this, Aphrodite let out another sob and her body shuttered. Poseidon shot the war god a look of pure hatred and for a moment, Ares regretted his words. Hermes had just delivered the news of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase's unfortunate fall into Tartarus, and most of the gods weren't taking it too well, especially Aphrodite.
Pulling herself away from Ares' heat, she sniffled several times before collecting herself and making her way to the center of the Olympus throne room. She took a deep, hoarse breath before stating, "I know we all mourn for our favorite couple's...downfa
Obsessed with Sherlock HolmesYou know you're obsessed with Sherlock Holmes when....Obsessed with Sherlock Holmes5 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
1. You find yourself meticulously examining every new person you meet.
2. You secretly wish you had a Watson 'stache.
3. You don't hang out with your friends anymore because you're locked up in your room... solving cases.
4. The funniest joke? Scotland Yard.
5. You always eat toast for breakfast. Always.
6. You sometimes watch your roommate sleep.
7. Moriarty is your sworn enemy.
8. You see the newest unexplainable disappearance or murder on the news, and think, Sherlock Holmes could handle it.
9. You've picked a side: Granada, 2009, or BBC.
10. You've named your bulldog Gladstone.
11. Pipes and magnifying glasses are suddenly amazingly hot.
12. Your old service revolver is your best friend.
13. To you, Irene Adler is always THE woman.
14. You are lost without
The Cake is a LieThe Cake is a Lie4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The cake is a lie.
Just like everything She promised us.
She promised us cake,
We got death.
AftermathPain, that was the first thing that registered in his brain. Good, pain ment he was still alive. He tried moving, but his limbs were as solid as rocks. He couldn't move. Panic flared for a half second.Aftermath2 months ago in Horror More Like This
He tried once more and cringed. If he tried to move, the pain would increase a dozen-fold. He breathed in sharply, hoping that some air might ease the pain.
He ended up coughing instead. It rattled his whole body, making the pain worse. He couldn't see anything but smoke, the swirling black fog clouded everything in a hazy way. The only thing he could hear was the soft crackle of a possible nearby fire. The only thing he smelled was smoke. The scent burned his nostrils in a unpleasant way. He tasted something too. It took a moment to realise that it the metallic taste of blood. The only thing he felt, was the slightly charred grass underneath him, and the terrible pain that flooded throughout his whole body.
He had to get out of here. If he didn't die of his injuries, this blasted smoke