Phobia: Stainless Steel Chpt. 5Phobia: Stainless Steel Chpt. 53 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter 5 - Daredevil vs. Penguin/Red Hood vs. Two-Face
- The Next Morning -
The sun's rays warmed the road as the yellow taxicab drove up to the entrance of Wayne Manor. Stopping at the gate, the passenger doors opened, allowing Matt, Eddie and Charlotte to step outside. Heading for the trunk, Eddie reached for his friends' bags and handed them out to both of them, slamming the trunk shut after. As Eddie and Charlotte walked up to the gate, Matt reached into the back of his trousers and retrieved his wallet. Feeling how each note was folded, so he could tell the difference between the notes, he pulled out the amount required and handed it to the cab driver.
"Keep the change" Matt insisted, getting a grateful nod from the cab driver as he walked away. Reaching the gate, Eddie noticed a speaker attached to the wall beside it. Pressing the button beneath the speaker, he heard a static sound on the other.
"Hello?" Eddie asked, nervously awaiting a response.
"May I ask who is speaking?" an
She learned to Rise...A hardened man, a sickened beast,She learned to Rise...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His anger and rage threatened to never cease.
In the prison of Hell, looking up at the sky,
His only soft feelings of hope began to die.
His soul rotted for years.
The inhumanity dried up any remaining tears.
A baby's cries erupted one night.
The sound was foreign and inspiring, as was the sight.
The broken man, his heart so charred,
Watched the baby grow up, his expression hard.
Hatred manifested for the mother, who brought the girl into this hell.
Didn't she know how many prisoners had tried to escape and fell?
How cruel was that mother, to bring that girl straight into death.
She'd never feel warmth and happiness on her breath.
Especially not after her mother was taken and killed.
In the commotion of the screaming struggle, the broken man's arms were filled.
He held the girl close and dashed away,
"I will protect you." She heard him say.
The guards weren't concerned with the abandoned five year old.
They had done what they'd been told.
Still Waters Beyond the StormStill Waters Beyond the Storm3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is above and beyond
the realm where soar the children
of my ever undying Lord.
My mind is forever enraptured
by the very thoughts...
the concepts that are so limitless.
God what glory is to be beheld!
Lead me by still waters my Lord,
Beyond the storms of this wretched world.
Pray I that my intrigue
is never felt as a thorn in Heaven's walls,
as my only wish bring true wisdom home.
Thou art my God,
ascended and surrounding,
forever the greatest of praise goes to you.
From my lips come prayer,
From my hands comes worship,
From my heart comes faith.
Channel my voice through, O'abounding angels!
Though my thoughts often plague me,
I make attempts to please you all that I can.
As it was once said,
"I shall fear no storm,
for I am learning to sail my ship!"
Orphan!XReader: Blizzard (1/3)Orphan!XReader: Blizzard (1/3)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One December morning...
A young woman feverishly shuffled letter after letter in her hands. Tears visibly hung from her lashes whilst she lifted her head towards Toris, a faithful servant and big brother figure ever since his Russian master adopted this (h/c) lady as a ten year old child.
“Fortunately, I saved some before Mr. Braginsky burned them yesterday. I just learned that he kept those letters hidden for years.” whispered the meek man though no one was in the locked bedroom, other than the two of them. Based from experience, Toris was cautiously aware that his master had this strange habit of terrifying anyone at unexpected moments and it was impossible not to happen again, even though it was 4am in that morning.
“B-but Папа told me that Toni didn’t c-care anymore.” She shakily sobbed, her nimble fingers trembling w
~Crowns (Chapter 1)~ EnglandXReader~Crowns (Chapter 1)~ EnglandXReader2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on, ____! Can't you keep up?" the voice was annoyingly taunting, and you felt your cheeks start the all too familiar burning once again.
You wanted to yell 'Shut up!' or cuss them out, but instead your heart dropped, knowing you would never have the courage too. The feeling in your chest was sickening, one of complete despair.
You tried to force your legs forward faster, but the energy seemed to have been drained from your body. You watched the bodies far in front of you bounce with every quick step they took. That's all you could do, after all. You couldn't shout back at them, you weren't entitled too. Because... you were different.
You weren't like them. Their perfect pale, tan, or dark skin, and their rich colorful eyes. Their smooth hair.
You're (skin color) skin wasn't the nice shades of theirs, it was like clay. It was pasty, and often oily. Your eyes were a dull shade of (e/c), the light hidden. Your (h/
Hunting chapter 1Hunting chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
A scream. My mother's scream came from downstairs and I ran out my room to her. "Mommy! Why are you screaming?" I asked and walked into the kitchen. There she was. A tall man was holding her limp body. The man looked over at me and smiled. Blood covered his mouth and his fangs were shining in the light of the lamp. I looked in horror at him, who was this guy? What happened to my mother? The guy walked over to me and dropped the lifeless body of my mother on the ground. I stepped backwards but the man was suddenly behind me. I could feel his breath in my neck.
"You smell so delicious.. even better then your mother." the man's voice was soft but I knew he was dangerous. I wanted to run but I couldn't move, my body refused to even move an inch. The man turned me around and I looked straight into his dark cold eyes. He smiled and licked his fangs.
"W-what are you?" I asked and he started laughing, an evil dark laugh.
"I'm a vampire, kid. And you know what I do? I drink blood of people, lik
Denmark x Reader: King of EverythingHi there. This is my first Denmark x Reader story. Plus, this is my second xReader story and I am nervous about this...Denmark x Reader: King of Everything2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hope you guys enjoy this...
Contest entry for...
~~~*At the bar*~~~
"(Name), you need to start wearing skirts, I don't like you wearing jeans so much." said your boyfriend, Mathias. He was always bossing me around, telling me to everything he asked, 'do this' 'do that'! It was annoying. But I couldn't help but not to break up with him. Because of his hair that stick up, his baby-blue eyes, and that toothy grin that makes all the girls faint or drool all over him. He was so handsome, I couldn't break up with him...until that one night at the bar...I saw him cheating on me...
It was when he order me to get a beer for him. When I can back to your table, he was making out with another girl, about your age and weari
Misguided Ghost.Misguided Ghost.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was driven by an overwhelming sense of fear. Despair. Echoes of the agony he'd felt just hours before.
His feet pounded against the hard ground, crashing through crackling grass made heavy and wet by the rain pouring from the sky. The clouds were dark and menacing above him, and white mist swirled around his feet.
He hoped he was imagining the sound of pursuers, the white noise of the rain muffling his ears. The blood roaring in them didn't help his hearing either.
Rain caked his long, dark hair to his face in thick strands. Droplets clung to his skin and hoodie, speckling the scorpion tattoo on his neck. The one he'd saved up all his money to get, only to be hurt afterwards, hurt by the very same person who'd inked it onto his skin.
His hands wiped the water from his eyes, half tears, half rain. It didn't do much.
He saw something familiar in the distance, a hulking mass of rusted trains, all retired from the railroad long ago. And, nestled in between two of the largest cars, a spa
Mikey the Matchmaker: Frerard: OneshotOne cold and wintry evening,Mikey the Matchmaker: Frerard: Oneshot2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The eve ‘fore Christmas Day,
Two boys walked up to a house,
They were the Brothers Way…
“JINGLE BEEELLS, BATMAN SMEEELLS, ROBIN LAID AN EEEGGG!!”
Gerard socked Mikey in the shoulder to shut him up and rolled his eyes. “I swear Mikes, you dis Batman one more time and I will shove that wreath down your throat!”
He pointed threateningly at the leafy, evergreen wreath that hung on Frank’s door before ringing the doorbell.
Gerard was not in the best of moods. He had not slept well that night, having had drunk too much coffee the day before. This morning, his headphones had broken and he’d burnt his fingers while baking cookies with Mikey. And to add insult to injury, wherever he looked, he could see couples happily staring at each other with love filled eyes or going on romantic little strolls on Christmas Eve while he was stuck in the "friend zone" with his crush. Oh, and he was with his little brother, wh
GermanyxReader: The Nightingale on Christmas Sighing gently, you watched the waves hit the shore at your feet. The tempurature was warm; but not so extreamly hot that you would jump in to cool down. It was probably in the 70s right now.GermanyxReader: The Nightingale on Christmas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though, it was Christmas Eve, it was nice and warm out, making it a great time just to go outside and relax in the weather.
You and Germany have had an allience for a good few months now. He had visited once or twice but you hardly expected him to come. The sun was already setting on this day but you didn't mind. He told you he'd be around for New Year's.
You turned yourself around but looked back once more at the beautiful sun setting beneath the crystal water and smiled,'I wonder,' You thought with a blush,'What he's doing.'
Little did you know, what Germany was doing was listening to the flight attendent,"We are now making our final decent on the island. Please wait until the plane has come to a complete stop. And Merry Christmas."
The Frayed Thread (FrancexReader)You stood in the kitchen, shadows eclipsing your expression. But Francis knew what you were thinking. He saw it every time he did this. And he did this a lot. He stood there, after slinking in, arm rubbing his head, grinning sheepishly. The night had long since darkened the small, beautiful kitchen in your apartment. Moonlight shone of the contours of the marble counter top, and bounced off your face . Your soft, sweet, face. It was scowling, he knew.The Frayed Thread (FrancexReader)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Sorry mon cher. I got caught up with old friends.” He said, taking a step toward you. You stepped back, fists clenched. He winced as if your first was clenching his heart and not empty air.
Your voice was ice, slithering around his neck like a noose, and tightening, tightening. “For six hours? Until one in the morning?” At the end of your sentence your voice lifted, indicating that it was a question. But the flat, monotone said otherwise. You were no fool. Neither was he.
“They were very good friends. Oi, (N
My Chemical SmileMy Chemical Smile3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Truly, the walls were a light shade of orange and green. Autumnal colors, matching the current season. But my broken mind wouldn't let me see the color. To me, the walls were bleach white, like those of a prison camp. Fitting, to how I saw the cursed place. They called it a psych ward, but I saw the truth. It was an asylum. A place for the broken and insane. Like me. The last destination before you reached the point of no return.
I had been dropped here the night my mind broke itself down. It was cold, and because I spoke next to none of the native language, we had trouble finding the right place in the vast expanse of the hospital. Finally we found something that looked promising. A stretcher with arm and leg straps. In my broken, weary state, I assumed they were meant for me, so I hid behind my mother like a child afraid of a nearing sto
Are you near me? - chapter 3 [Frerard]GERARD'S POVAre you near me? - chapter 3 [Frerard]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I walked through the living room, where Mikey and mom were sitting on the couch, drinking coffee. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, shivering a little.
"Go to bed, honey," mom said, smiling. "I have to make my bed…" she pointed at the couch. I sighed. She left the rooms for us, but she will sleep in the living room. I feel a little sad for her, but she says it's nothing bad after all, because she only sleeps and then leaves to work. "You ate something already?"
I nodded quickly. "We ordered pizza just before you came here… we slept long." I said and Mikey nodded, taking a sip from his coffee. Mom nodded.
"Good. Now, both of you, to bed… tomorrow we're going to see the school and sign you up in there," she said. I groaned and nodded. No, school no… but… the guy next door and the guard's son go there… the guy next door is… nice after all. But no, no school, no… "Now, off to bed!"
I nodded and walked to the hall. The boxes were already in each room, but I feel too lazy to make my
Prince! FranceX Reader The Tale of CinerellaYou woke in a bed that very much wasn't yours.Prince! FranceX Reader The Tale of Cinerella2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was just a simple little thing that was right beside a fireplace. You were in a small and modest room. It looked more like attic space or a cellar somewhere.
"What happened....?" You said to yourself as you rubbed you (e/c) eyes.
You were certainly not in your apartment, or the library. Standing up, you also noticed you were no longer in the clothes you had worn earlier, but in a ratty brown dress and white apron. "What the...?"
You went to the small window to get an idea of where you were. That's when you nearly had a heart attack. You were in a storybook village. That isnt a cute way of saying the place was a cute old fashioned town. You were in one of the freaking villages you saw in the storybooks illistrations. Complete with fancy castle in the distance.
"I'm dreaming...." You said to yourself. "I'm dreaming. I will open my eyes and be back home." You shut your eyes tight and counted to ten before you opened them again.
A Very Hetalia Christmas (Prussia's Ending)A Very Hetalia Christmas (Prussia's Ending)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After finishing with your shower, you wandered out of the bathroom in nothing more then a tiny towel; which was promptly taken off when you reached your room and used to try drying your hair a bit more before you attempted to get dressed. You assumed you had a long day of shopping and preparing ahead of you so thus you wore your pretty undergarments.
That adorable pair of (f/c) panties with the lace at the top and the matching demi bra, the ones you wore when you needed that extra boost in the day. Grabbing a pair of dark denim blue jeans, you pulled them on. The tatter bottoms of the beloved jeans were due to the constant wear, nonetheless they looked good on you. You then grabbed a white button down t-shit with small puffed sleeves, pulling it over your shoulder before buttoning down the top. For the final touch, you grabbed a black vest adding it to your outfit for the day.
Admiring yourself in the mirror, you leaned over to examine your cleavage. The vest was cut low to accent your
The Walker.I make sure there are enough bullets in my gun before propping my feet up on the coffee table set in front of me.The Walker.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you okay?" the brunet beside me asks, reaching over and lightly poking me in the thigh. He gestures toward the rifle lying across my lap before going back to poking me in the thigh.
I nod. "Yeah, Brendon. I'm fine. The gun's fully loadedsurprisingly."
Brendon Urie nods back and leans toward the arm of the shitty black futon we're using as a couch. "Man, I would kill for some Red Bull," he says to no one in particular. "Or some Starbursts. Fuck."
I take this time to dig my sunglasses out from the cushions of the futon and smash them on my face. My vision is only slightly distorted. Brendon looks like he's got a bad case of sunburnespecially around his eyes from his red framesand the glass door we're standingwell, sittingguard of is a dimmer shade of the color maroon. Yeah, nothing too serious.
Brendon groans from beside me. "I'm so
SnakebiteThe Assassin rolled down the sloped shingled roof and went right over the edge. The Borgia gunman followed, smiling in triumph under the closed-faced helmet he wore. The Assassin grabbed the rain trough running alongside the roof edge and tried to swing back up to the roof but too late. The Borgia gunman was already there, treading on his fingers. His gun was pointed at the Assassin's head. Ezio gritted his teeth in pain. The Drachen armour dragged his whole body downwards. He panted consciously willing himself upwards.Snakebite4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, Assassino, here it all ends," the gunman gloated. "Once I blow your head off, my Lord's troubles will be over."
Ezio could never for the life of him understand why the higher ranking Borgia commanders always felt this need to rejoice when the Assassino was still very much alive. Volpe had tried to explain it to him once but Ezio had still not understood. It had something to do with small men and inflated egos.
The dangling Assassin, biting his lip in pain, manage
DenmarkxReader- Stubborn"Mathias!" you cried out, looking at the messy-haired blonde tumbling down the hill and hitting a tree. You had been taking your time hiking up it, being cautious of every step you took, so you were quite behind the Danish man who had charged ahead without a care in the world. You ran as quickly you could up the steep slope towards your boyfriend. Pushing back the dizziness you felt from the high altitude, you frantically asked, "Mathias, are you okay?" He looked up at you and smiled. His hair was even more ruffled and had bits of leaves threaded amongst the strands, and his face and clothes were dirty.DenmarkxReader- Stubborn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm fine, _____! Don't worry- that was great! Wow, did you see me? I rolled so fast!" He laughed.
"M-Mathias! This is definetely NOT funny! I think you have a concussion! It wouldn't surprise me considering how hard you hit-"
"_____ I said I'm fine. Now quit worrying and help me up."
You said nothing further and pulled the man to his feet. You were still studying him worriedly, but he
Germany X Reader TrainingYou were running hard, like really hard. You were about to pass out. You wanted to stop but you couldn't. Mainly because of your strict german boyfriend was right behind you making you run. You looked back and stared him. You loved his beautiful blonde hair that was always slicked back neatly. When he was training a few stray hairs seemed to find their way out of place into his face making him look sexier than he did before in you opinion. His icy blue eyes stared back intensively back into yours. You rolled yours eyes and turned back around. You would always watch Ludwig train with his friends. Kiku,a small japanese man, seemed to never really have any trouble training. Feli.................. that was a different story. He was a sweet bubbly entergetic man but, lazy as hell. The only time you seen him running was when wanted pasta or Ludwig told him Arthur was behind him. You always thought it was funny to see him run like a bat fresh out of hell when he heard that. LudwigGermany X Reader Training2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Book ThiefLips of the survivorThe Book Thief4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Speak meaningless words
That will never reach the ears
Of her companion.
Burning snow floats
To the ground:
She finds him,
The survivor finds him.
His face is ashen,
As her lips
Press to his
For the first time,
For the last time.
She blocks out
And she thinks
Of the past
She cannot relive.
Spots of ash are cooled
By trembling salt water.
His soul loosed by the dark one
By the gentle one
Raw and fresh
To the everlasting end...
"Danke schön, Saumensch."
The Wolf SongThis song is dedicated to all the Wolves,The Wolf Song10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
who had fallen for the pack,
who had died to save us.
Gods bless your bravery.
We will never forget...
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Left hearts full of loneliness.
For the freedom’s sake you have fallen,
They‘ve left your dreams forever broken!
You died to save us, your sacrifice…
It’s the greatest heroism in our eyes!
So brave kids of wildness,
Left hearts full of sadness.
We’ll remember, we’ll never forget… never!
Knowing killing you was the worse crime ever,
We’ll keep the memories of you with honour,
Swearing they won’t kill our kind anymore!
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Our hearts full of loneliness.
So brave kids of wildness,
Our hearts full of sadness.
You’ve given us the might for now and ever.
The power to don’t let them win – never!
We all solemnly swear, that we’ll fight…
‘til the very end of this dying night!
Where We Belong RomanoxReaderWhere We Belong RomanoxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where We Belong
Lovino that is a name that suits me just fine. I was never one to welcome someone with open arms. And those I did, I wrapped my arms around their necks in hopes they might choke and leave me alone. Ya see growing up in the streets of southern Italy was sometimes nice, but sometimes rough. I never really cared who marched into my life, or who left. After all that’s how it worked, and how it always will. Or at least I thought.
When I was about seventeen I met her. A bella, she had flowing (h/c) hair, and sparkling (e/c) eyes. I had never seen someone like this, nor have I acted over someone the way I did her. I always wanted her around. From day one when I saw her, she had a smile that seemed to make clouds part and let the sunshine come out. Her name was (y/n) and somehow she mattered.
When I heard she was going to move away, my heart shattered, this girl was leaving southern Italy and moving off somewhere else I couldn’t help but fell los