The Fallen Star - Ace Hardlight's StoryThe Fallen Star - Ace Hardlight's Story3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Fallen Star is a story based on the life of Ace Hardlight.
Somebody who is more well known to be a ruthless gladiator, a man with an unknown
heroic past and an uncertain future.
What happened after Ace was adopted from an orphanage, raised to become one of the greatest superheroes of the past. And what caused him to turn into a selfish and sadistic gladiator, the champion of DreadZone... several years later? Who were the Sonic 6; the group of heroes who adopted him? And what really happened to Ace after Ratchet defeated
him later on at DreadZone?
The Fallen Star will take you through his life as you uncover his successful past, up until his life was torn apart by a tragic accident. And why he chose to become a killer, rather than to resist the grasp of Gleeman Vox and his gladiator show. Watch how Ratchet reminds him of what he once was; defeating him and freeing him from Vox's grasp. An action which allowed Ace to begin his pathway to redem
The Unsinkable Brain CH. 1The year was 1912 and two mice stood on the docks of Southhampton, England in anticipation of boarding the massive RMS Titantic. One mouse, the shorter of the two, lowered his binoculars and gave a small smile, his pink eyes betraying the glee he felt. His plan was perfect! They would commandeer the mighty ship, this aptly name titan of the seas, and use it to further his goal of taking over the world!The Unsinkable Brain CH. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"There it is, Pinky. The mighty Titanic. They key to my plan for world conquest!"
Pinky dug a finger into his ear, gazing in awe at the Olympic-class ocean liner. 882 feet long, 175 feet tall, and 46,328 tons - it was the biggest ship of its kind and it was leaving that very day for New York. "Naaaarf! It must be a really big lock, Brain!"
Brain only twitched, in too good a mood to let his associate's ridiculous behavior bother him overmuch. "Indeed. Now we need only secure passage before the vessel sets sail. Come, Pinky." He leapt off the coil of rope they'd been s
TG Curse 1Chapter 1: Friday the ThirteenthTG Curse 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is said that a man's life flashes before his eyes just before he dies. The same is true of a bride just before her wedding. Samantha was learning this, sitting in her private suite wearing that breathtakingly white gown. One by one, each of the events leading up to this moment were flashing before her large, hazel eyes.
Her crying subsided as the memory passed of her first girlfriend dumping her that fateful Friday. Back then she was a fifteen year old boy named Sean. She hadn't been called by that name in so long, it felt like a faint whisper from a distant past. As terrible as that Friday was, it would have been nothing had it not been for the previous Friday- Friday the Thirteenth. She shook her head and clenched her fists. If only I had refused. None of this would have ever happened. It was all Simon's fault. She took a shaky breath and sighed softly. A smile flitted across
Fang of Stone Paul Pack, average college sophomore, soon to be a bit beyond average. The bell had rang and he just got through with Mrs. Smith's first period English class. Prodding through the halls after the bell he scurmaged into his messy locker for something much of paper and books. Down the hall, around the corner, through the library, and out Paul came to the opposing wing of the school building, where at the foot of the stairwell lie his next class. Forward Paul went down the steps in a kind of orderly fashion, but no need to stop by the classroom just yet... For lie around the next couple of corners was his favored milk machine. Heading the general direction of it and exchanging a few words with acquaintances he took out his wallet and slid the dollar into the machine, with some taps and a pop out came a Chocolate milk bottle. Now he could focus, more so than without one. ReFang of Stone7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Diddy's Kong Quest, Chapter 1Diddy's Kong Quest, Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Apenapped
Donkey Kong relaxed in his beach chair now that everyone had finally buzzed off. A few weeks ago he and Diddy had recaptured the banana hoard from King K. Rool's clutches, and ever since they returned everyone on DK isle had wanted to talk to him. The worst of them was his grandfather Cranky, who was continuously bragging to DK about "his days", and how hard and dangerous hís adventures had been compared to DK's. Funky had decided DK was a "totally gnarly dude" and wanted to surf with him all day long. Swanky had tried to con DK into participating into one of his rigged games a lot. Of course DK loved the extra attention, especially from Candy, but enough was enough and now he wanted some time of his own.
Fortunately, Diddy had stopped following him around wherever he went. Perhaps he was angry with DK, as Donkey had claimed to everyone Diddy had been knocked out during the first minute of their fight with King K. Rool, and that DK had finished the crocodile
Pool PartyTom was giddy. Here was his chance to prove himself capable to his friends! As a new homeowner, he had not only a place to host parties, but also an above ground pool and deck. Rather than be late to everything, he could take credit for organizing everything. His best friends, Jack and Stephen, were somewhat skeptical.Pool Party4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You haven't even unpacked, and already you want to host a party?" Stephen scoffed.
"You've heard of a housewarming party!" Tom insisted.
"Tom," Jack interjected, "you don't throw those for yourself. That's telling people to get you gifts."
"Fine," Tom said. "We'll call it a cookout, backyard barbecue, whatever. Pool party."
"Do you even know how to operate a pool?" quizzed Stephen.
"How hard can it be?" laughed Tom. "Fill it up with water, and all the pool stuff's in the garage."
"Give him a break," Jack told Stephen. "He's got a point. How hard can it be?"
Stephen avoided eye contact but relented.
Saturday, Tom was almost ready. He had ribs to barbecue, napkins, the go
Karen and the Unexpected Transformation"Where is he?"Karen and the Unexpected Transformation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is ridiculous."
"Excuse me. Ma'am?"
"You'll have to come closer. I can't hear you."
"That's better. What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you'd seen a friend of mine."
"What's he look like?"
"Well, he's not a friend exactly. He's sort of the narrator."
"That still doesn't tell me what he looks like."
"Have you seen anyone around here tonight?"
"Oh! There was this one fellow. He was waiting over there by those columns, when all of a sudden, he turned into a werewolf and ran off."
"How could you tell he was waiting?"
"He kept looking around aimlessly, and he was holding a pen and paper but not writing anything."
"Great, that must have been him."
"Well, if it was, I assure you he was in no condition to be narrating anything."
"Now what am I supposed to do?"
"What are you asking me for?"
"All I know is, there's supposed to be an unexpected transformation tonight, and he's supposed to take notes."
"I told you he turned into a werewolf. Are y
Wannabe WerewolvesThe walls of sound hit my chest like a second heartbeat. The crowd pushed against the stage as a song erupted out into the bar. I hung off to the side as the band crashed into their big finale. The lead singer planted himself in front of his microphone screaming. To the side, I saw my friend Aidan's mouth moving excitedly, saying something about ears. Leaning in, I shouted "What?!" my throat hoarse from the effort.Wannabe Werewolves3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Confused that I misheard him, he gestured to the other side of the stage. Squinting, I saw little in the dark swarm of people hopping along to the chorus. Just then, I saw what my friend was aiming toward: someone looking vaguely bored, hands in his pockets, back against the wall. I looked back at Aidan unimpressed, and he tried to talk over the music again. Giving up in frustration, he grabbed his ears, yanked them up to a point, let them go, and pointed again at the stranger.
Looking again, I was stunned to find that the guy's ears tapered off to a point just below the cro
Once Again - Suicide PoemDoes suicide solve anything?Once Again - Suicide Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does running away help?
Well let ask you you a question,
Do you heal a wound with fire?
Suicide takes away pain
You say so sadly
But it takes away the happiness
From you and all the others
Why, why, why
Echos in your head
Voices you try to silence
But they just move instead
You'll run away, and then what
Do you know the world at all?
Is this the place that you grew up in
No, not at all
If you have a scrap what do you do
Do you pour more pain on yourself
What do you think your parents would say
And your friends as well
Never say you don't have
Friends who are there
They're always just around the corner
Stay alive to find them
Why, why, why
Echos in your head
You scream for imaginary people
But you should reach out to real ones instead
Being alive may be hard
But hard is what makes you happy
It was through hard times you were born
And everyone else before you
Ask your mom and dad
Or anyone older in age
They can lead in the right direction
It does exist, just
LTs - Scripted or Non-Scripted“Scripted; scripted; scripted; argh!”LTs - Scripted or Non-Scripted2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Daffy looked up from his 50-page script with little to no interest as the rabbit walking next to him flipped through the pages of his, frustration stamped over his face. It was a rare occurrence to see Bugs Bunny upset about something. He was the one in control of every situation Warner Brothers dished out at him. He was the one who let everything negative slide with a shrug of his shoulders and a chomp in a carrot. Daffy was the complainer.
But if there was anyone who knew Bugs better than anyone, even the studios’ director, it was Daffy Duck. After decades of working with each other, Daffy was the only one who knew every little thing that irritated the hare. And if there was one thing he knew that bothered Bugs more than anything, it was—
“Another scripted episode!” Bugs exclaimed, waving the pack of papers before him. “Dat’s the thoid one dis month!”
Daffy rolled his eyes before
Secret"Colin, your mother and I have noticed that you've been sneaking out of the house at night recently."Secret3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knew that this would come sometime. He always had to leave the window slitted slightly so as to facilitate reentry, and the consequent alteration in the temperature of his bedroom could be felt. He had been dozing off in several classes over the past few weeks after sleepless nights, his parents nearly giving up trying to rouse him earlier than the fifteen minutes he'd need to freshen up. Yawning, he'd wrap himself in his bathrobe, occluding the sight of any residual mud but if they had taken any glance under his covers (he tried to avoid this by making his bed properly every day and thus allay suspicions), they would have seen streaks of humus brown where his feet would kick back and forth. He didn't know what he would say to them. Did they know what he was doing? Had they surreptitiously spied on him one night?
"We're somewhat concerned," said his mother, and their eyes met
Obsessions Are Like RestaurantsObsessions Are Like Restaurants3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
For months on end you hear about how good the restaurant is. From EVERYone. You avoid it cause you're so sick of hearing about it.
Then finally, when the hype dies down a little, you go in secret. You sit down. You're given the menu--which only lists desserts--and you order.
Then, brought to you on a gigantic silver platter, you are given the best, most sinfully delicious cakes, cookies, pastries, etc. you have ever tasted in your ENTIRE LIFE. You eat and you eat and you eat and you eat. You're up all night on a sugar high.
Days pass. Weeks pass. Suddenly, ordinary food doesn't taste good anymore. Meat? No thanks. Veggies? Bleh. Fruit? Not unless it's strawberry shortcake. Your pride forgotten, you rush to the restaurant every single day for every single meal. You talk, think, breathe, Deviantart/Pinterest/Youtube/Facebook/Twitter it CONSTANTLY. How have you lived without this glorious place for so long?!?
Eventually, however, your start to notice that the highs are no longer as high-i
BLaJA's The Rescuers 1BLaJA's The Rescuers 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Benny, Leo and Johnny's Adventures of The Rescuers
Devil's Bayou, an uncharted but dangerous swampland located in Louisiana, far away from civilization. Almost 30 years ago, a riverboat was badly damaged by a fire, being left behind and rotting away. But there are residents inside the riverboat, making it a hideout.
After a thunderstorm passes by, a little girl with braided red hair quietly opens the door and reaches to the balcony of the boat. Two enormous alligators with collars locked up with chains for the night, watches over the girl as if she is planning to escape. But she is not at the moment.
She has a message in a bottle, which she drops into the water as the bottle begins its journey to find someone to rescue her.
The bottle successfully exited the waters of Louisiana and entered the rocky waters of the Gulf of Mexico. The bottle then reached to the Gulf Stream which quickly enters the Atlantic Ocean
DefectiveDefective4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chad stood in his driveway, admiring his handiwork. The vintage Mustang gleamed like some giant emerald. There was still wax to wipe off, but not on the paint.
Chad hardly could have asked for a better Saturday. Summer was over, but warm weather had returned for one last gasp. After two weeks of sweaters and corduroys, he circled the car in a polo shirt and shorts, not a care in the world.
As one awakened from the best dream ever, Chad was slow to source the sound. Mosquitoes? Surely not, though there might be some at sunset. Birds? No, way too ugly, unless pterodactyls were back from the dead. And besides, those technically were lizards anyway.
There it was again. Tornado siren? Fat chance, without a cloud in the sky. Maybe an ambulance, or a fire engine off in the distance
Chad could feel it in his teeth, and his nails to a lesser extent: the change was upon him. Instinctively, he backed away from the car, so as not to scratch it. We all have
Echoes in the NightEchoes in the Night4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Echoes in the Night
Black. That was all I could see. Darkness in all directions. Up, down; left, right. And it was cold. So bitterly cold. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering from not only the cold, but also in fear. Where am I? How did I get here? I couldn't remember a thing.
"H-Hello?" I called timidly, my voice barely above a whisper. I strained my ears to hear a sound, any sound, any signs of life.
But nothing. Just absolute silence.
The phrase "silent as the grave" entered my head, and I shivered again as chills went down my spine. I began to walk forward slowly, my steps echoing throughout this eerie place. I had absolutely no idea where I was going, but it was better than just sitting doing nothing. I had to find some way out.
After walking for some time, the darkness began to recede a bit, from a pitch black to a charcoal gray. I could now see a little ways away, but not very far, as a fog had seemed to settle over the area. It felt as if I'd been walking for ages
LU Character Profile: Sylth VesterName: Sylth VesterLU Character Profile: Sylth Vester2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Real name: Sylth Xever Cat Jr.
Age: 40 years old (30 when released from his curse)
Race of species: Domestic Tuxedo cat
Eye color: Lime green (red when he was wearing the helmet)
Fur color: Black and white
Powers: Power-claws, high-jump, and Feline senses (which is kind of like spider-senses)
Uniform color: Black and white
Years ago, before Ace and the gang were born, Sylth was actually the first Loonatic to be chosen, but something lead him to the wrong path of wrath and depression, that soon turned him evil.
Sylth was raised by the original ruler of Planet Blanc, King Noel, ever since he was a kitten.
Along the side of Noel's pride and joy was Tweetums, a young canary that he found on the night he took in Sylth.
Noel treated both of them equally like they were his own sons, however he had to choose only one of them to be his successor, and be the new ruler of Blanc.
As Sylth and Tweetums grew up to
NightmareJack whistled idly as he strolled through the nearly-empty Warren. Almost everyone was either asleep or gone, since Easter had just finished. It had been over a year since the Guardians had defeated Pitch, and Jack, surprisingly, felt bored. He’d thought that, even with Pitch gone, his new duties as Guardian would keep him busy all the time. Surprisingly enough, that wasn’t true. He essentially went around doing the same things he always did, except for those times he was visiting North, or Tooth, or Bunny.Nightmare2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bunny… Thinking of the giant Pookah did strange things to Jack’s insides. But that wasn’t so strange, not really. Jack had always admired the Pookah, even before the conflict with Pitch. The blizzards and snowstorms he’d occasionally conjured on Easter Sundays were just his way of tweaking the large rabbit’s nose, so to speak. Not that he wouldn’t mind actually tweaking the rabbit’s nose…
A scream interrupted his thoughts
Story of Whippet and Ebonclaw Alex was just getting up, leaned back and yawned. He had had a late night, everyone had celebrated his birthday the previous night, so he had eaten a lot and been awake for a long time really. He got dressed and washes his face and such things he did of the morning. *Ding-Dong* Rang Alex's doorbell, as he wondered who it could be at this early. But before answering the door the clock read as 2:43 pm in the afternoon so it wasn't actually all that early. He opened the door and saw his good friend Brennan; he was holding something, but Alex couldn't make it out, actually Brennan was holding two packages... 'Hi' He saysStory of Whippet and Ebonclaw8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
'Oh hey Bren, um...care to come it?'
'Thank you, that'd be great.' *Brennan walks in swiftly with the two wrapped packages, and sits them tenderly on the table.* 'Well, see I couldn't make it to your party last night, so here're these to make amens : D'
DreamJack sat on a window ledge in North’s workshop, looking out over the Arctic landscape. Behind him, the bustle of the workshop clamored, creating background noise that Jack turned out. His thoughts were still in the Warren, where he’d left Bunny behind without looking back. He hadn’t looked back because he knew that if he had, he would have stayed, and probably said some things best kept to himself.Dream2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Like how he felt about the Pookah.
Jack sighed and laid his head on his arms, which were folded across the tops of his knees. Since he’d left the Warren and headed for North’s home, Jack had come to the conclusion that he didn’t just admire Bunnymund anymore: He flat-out loved him. And not in the big-brother way, in the you’re-the-only-one-I-want-to-spend-forever-with way. But what were the odds that the Pookah could ever feel the same way? All Jack had ever done was annoy the older Guardian, and nothing to endear himself to Bunny.
BLaJA's The Rescuers 2BLaJA's The Rescuers 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Benny, Leo and Johnny's Adventures of The Rescuers
The leaders of the Fantasy Adventure Team--Benny, Leo, Johnny and Rae--arrive at the United Nations, a worldwide organization where politicians from all corners of the globe to come to New York City to discuss their matters from their countries. The reason why the leaders are there is because they have received a message from an anonymous person getting their immediate assistance. They were supposed to meet at 11:00, but the anonymous person didn't show up yet.
As they wait, many different people, from the senator from Zimbabwe to an ambassador from Holland pass them by, going in or out of the swinging doors. Each and almost everyone who enter or exit the doors carrying suitcases containing very important documents. But that is not all they are carrying, so they never expect of this--mice traveling in their suitcases!
Like the human politicians, the mice com
Return of the Were-Beast - part 1Return of the Were-Beast - part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was October 1, and the spirit of Halloween was spreading through out the city. The heat of summer had been replaced by brisk autumn winds. Children were picking out pumpkins to carve into Jack-o-Lanterns and costumes to wear for Trick-or-treating. Adults were stocking up on candy to hand out to children as well as streamers, cob webbing and other Halloween decorations for their homes.
All the while, a new science lab had opened up ten blocks down the street from the LionKingHeart Fantasy Films studio. It wasn't the type of lab for studying computer programs, new technology, medicines or the vastness of space. Rather, it was a genetics lab. A sign on the roof of the building read "Gen-U-Tech."
Inside the lab, there were cages used for holding animals. Most of the cages were the metal bars while a couple were displays with glass like the kind seen in the reptile house at the zoo. T
Return of the Great Cat and Mouse Chapter 7Return of the Great Cat and Mouse Chapter 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Bird Kingdom CATrosiphe
Toto, Baron, and Lune flew across the Pacific Ocean to Brazil, but it didn't take long for them to arrive because Lune had some teleporting dust to help them make it there faster.
"Here we are, Brazil..." said Lune admiring the view from Toto’s back.
Baron looked down also at the land below them.
"Where to now?" asked Toto.
"My friend lived in Bahia for a time, but due to circumstances, I think we might find him in Rio de Janeiro." said Lune scanning the area.
Just then a bunch of colorful birds flew by them in a hurry.
"Hmph, good thing Muta isn't here. Or else he would cause a threat to the Bird Kingdom by eating everyone." Toto said rolling his eyes.
Lune looked with worry at the birds that just flew by them.
"Hold on... something looks seriously wrong..." Lune said.
Baron turned to Lune.
"Those birds look like they were... panicking..." said Lune.
"Your right..." said Toto looking back at them.
Lune, Baron, and Toto exchanged gl
NightmareNightmare4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Basil! Basil, wake up! Come on, chap, wake up!"
Basil was jerked out of his sleep by someone shouting, and he gasped and sat bolt upright in his bed. He was startled to see Dawson standing next to him, shaking him violently by the shoulder. "Dawson! W-What's going on?"
Before the doctor could answer, Mrs. Judson burst through the door. "Mr. Basil!" she cried frantically. "I thought I heard screaming! Are you alright?!"
"Yes, I'm fine," Basil replied confusedly. "Who was screaming?"
Dawson looked concerned. "You were, Basil."
"I I was?"
"Yes. But you were asleep. I shook you, trying to wake you up, but you wouldn't stop. Are you alright?"
Basil ran a hand through his ruffled hair. He remembered the dream now. "Y-yes, I'm fine," he replied slightly embarrassed. "It was It was only a dream. Sorry to have woken you."
Finally, Basil was able to convince the landlady that he was perfectly alright, she left the room and went back to bed. But Dawson looked at his friend a