8: Beauty and the BeastDid all of it really happen? Is Edmund truly…dead?8: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth sat before the fireplace in her bedroom, her feet tucked beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was still trembling after all that had happened, and though she tried to breath evenly, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow even a little.
Garrett had disappeared several hours before with an unconscious Fiona in his arms and a shaken, bleary eyed Mr. Gibbs close at his side.
Beth had asked to help, wanting to be close by when Fiona woke, but both men had insisted that she too needed to rest after her ordeal, and so she had been left with no other choice but to wait anxiously in her bedroom for word of Fiona’s condition.
In an effort to keep her mind off of her worry over Fiona, she busied herself by removing the bandages from her arm and leg.
“Strange,” she murmured when the bandages fell away. Not a scratch marred her pale skin, and there were no scars. To anyone else, it would appear
6: Beauty and the BeastWhen Beth woke she was afraid to move, uncertain of where she was or who might be with her. She opened her eyes only slightly, just enough to see that she was lying in her bed at Blackmoor Castle, the room warm and the walls aglow with shifting light from the fireplace.6: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had the distinct feeling that she was not alone, and when she shifted her head slightly to have a better view of the large wingback chair that was near the window, her heartbeat quickening when she realized that a figure sat there--and she knew with certainty that it was Mr. Thorne.
Beth squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep her breathing steady and even, willing Mr. Thorne to leave her alone so that she could assess her situation in peace and come up with a better means for escaping the castle and the mad creature that Mr. Thorne had transformed into.
"I know you're awake," he muttered. "So you may as well open your eyes and face me."
Her breath caught at the sound of his voice, which no longer sounded gravelly
5: Beauty and the Beast"If I didn't know you so well, Mr. Gibbs, I would think you were mad for being outside during such poor weather," Garrett said, pulling his thick leather gloves from the pocket of his great coat. "The cold is quite unbearable."5: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garrett tugged his gloves on against the biting cold, glancing warily at the dark clouds swirling high above. Though the snowfall had ceased that morning, Garrett could sense the storm would be back with a vengeance by nightfall.
"I hadn't planned on coming out, I assure you," Mr. Gibbs chuckled. "But dear Tilly has been cooped up in the barn these past days, and with this small break in the storm I could not pass up the opportunity to take her out for a short ride. Isn't that right old girl?"
Tilly bobbed her head as Mr. Gibbs ran his gloved hand back and forth against her neck, leading the old mare along through the snow and towards the barn.
Garrett walked beside Mr. Gibbs in silence, his thoughts turning to Mr. Leonard and the letter that he had placed in th
7: Beauty and the BeastIt was nearly dawn when Edmund finally managed to get away from Mrs. Gibbs. The old cow certainly liked to talk, going on and on about her childhood as though Edmund cared in the least about who her parents were and where she had grown up. Mr. Gibbs was no better, prattling on about all manner of things, from horses to hunting to the weather.7: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After sitting through several grueling hours of their mindless blather, he had excused himself, saying that the exhaustion of his ordeal and the anxiety over his wife had given him a dreadful headache, and so he was going to retire to his room for a few hours to rest.
Edmund took the hallway towards the guest quarters, glancing back to be sure that Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs weren't following, then he turned and headed down another hall which led through the dining room and into the foyer.
He crept up the stairs, darting quickly into the darkness of the hallway for fear that he might be spotted. The wind howled outside, making the heavy windows rattle.
DefianceDefiance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Quite a lovely cage you built for her, huh?"
Messirama strode slowly across the room, her arm crossed on the chest in a slightly contemptuous stance. "Now what? Are you planning to keep her in that room for the rest of the fucking time? Feed her like a bird?"
Apparently unconcerned about her rowdy attitude, Vehnas lazily raised his head from the book he was reading and glanced at the woman, which now stood before him.
"Oh dear, dear... holding a grudge, aren't we?" He addressed her casually, "I wonder what could that be for..."
She huffed at his mocking tone and leaned nonchalantly against the wooden bureau behind her, folding her arms tighter against her breast. "Really, as if you had to guess."
He turned his attention back to the book, the beads of his bracelets tingling lightly as he leafed through the pages. "Leave now, darling. As much as I enjoy having your gorgeous self around, I can see you're going to start talking soon, and it just detracts from your whole 'being
Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
The Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird ZapdosThe Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird Zapdos3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mewtwo glared at Lucario, eyes so ferocious he was certain he would go blind if he did not look away from them. Supposedly the powerful psychic had the ability to kill him before he could even blink, and so he sharpened his reflexes as much as possible and was ready to leap away at the slightest notice of an attack. Meanwhile, the dark radiance grew so thick and hopeless that Lucario wondered if maybe he had already been attacked, life fading away from him as he was slowly dying.
Instantly, everything let up as Mewtwo turned his back to them through a swaying motion, Lucario falling forward in surprise.
"Farewell," he said, bending his legs to the ground and getting ready to take off.
"Wait, Mewtwo!" Mew shouted in surprise as she flew towards him, "You came all this way for nothing!?"
"Silence, original!" Mewtwo roared ferociously, stopping himself but still not turning around, "I tolerate your presence under protest. If you wish me to mingle with other legendaries, regular Pokém
Fly AwayFly Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scootaloo groaned and pulled her pillow over her head.
Scootaloo let out a sigh and pushed her pillow aside, turning her head to look out her window. The sun had barely risen over the trees of Sweet Apple Acres. Dawn must've been within the last hour.
"Every Morning... Confound those Apples."
She chuckled and rubbed at her eyes. She really shouldn't be complaining. Apple Bloom and her family had taken her in and cared for her like she was kin over the years; they had even allowed her to build a cloud house over their property once she was old enough to want the privacy.
Scootaloo rolled out of her bed, stretching her legs after she landed on the "floor" of her bedroom. The Apples were awesome ponies she thought to herself as she walked over to her shower room, and the closest thing she had to a family. Scootaloo walked into her wash room and pressed a small cloud that seemed out of place into the wall. Instantly it began to rain throughout the small room. She
Gotta Put a Smile on Your FaceGotta Put a Smile on Your Face4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rainbow Dash flew through town at such speed that she was just a chromatic blur. Everypony looked up at the rainbow maned pegasus wondering what had her in such a hurry this time. Thankfully none of the ponies that saw her called her down, she just didn't have anytime to stop this morning. Dash looked back to make sure her saddlebags were still hanging on tight as she sped through the sky over Ponyville towards her home, a bowl with a wooden spoon held in her mouth.
She touched down on the "patio" of her home without slowing down and sped through the door. Running over to her kitchen she dropped the bowl onto the counter and undid her saddlebags, letting them drop to the floor.
"Aggh, what to do, what to do!"
Dash rummaged through the contents of her saddlebags and brought out a thick pink book with a wooden spoon and eggbeater on the cover. She dropped it onto the counter and started rifling through the pages of the cook book she had borrowed earlier from Twilight, frantically searchi
Karelle - Prologue ENGLISHPrologueKarelle - Prologue ENGLISH5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On this sunny morning, the streets of Marseille were half deserted. The heat of the last few weeks had sent the people of the lower towns down to the port with meager hopes of catching a cool breeze. The rancid and nauseating odor that wafted through the narrow street of the city had died down a little, carried away by an unexpected sea breeze. Thus diluted, the air seemed almost breathable. In the distance, the cries of a colourful crowd blended into the high pitch screeches of the sea gulls soaring over the city. The market had opened early that morning. This gave the masses a way to quiet their grumbling stomachs while filling the pockets of some greedy merchants.
And yet, abandoning the Square with unusual energy, a sweaty, out of breath, young boy appeared. Carried away by the momentum, he crashed into the façade of a dilapidated house. It took him but a moment to recover his balance and continue on his way. The pitter-patter of his bare feet reverberated from
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.The Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquisitively.
"It's one of her emotions. This doesn't attack the same way that normal diseases do, there are all sorts of different symptoms. Right now, she is sad and the only way that I know how to explain it is that she is feeling down."
"What do you mean by down?"
"Her emotions can best be described as ones that are upwhen she is feeling good, and
STOP N' SWOPSTOP N' SWOP3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm sure everyone remembers the feature Stop n Swop in Banjo Kazooie that was scrapped
for many reasons. If not you've most likely been living under a rock. If you do remember
then I have an interesting tale for you. So I'm sure everyone knows of the supposed
"Spots" of which you can activate SnS. Well while playing Banjo Kazooie on my computer
hooked up via Gamebridge I was hunting down codes for my Gameshark when I found this
website that had an all black background. It had a short description and a code, the
description was as follows. "Have you ever wondered what's behind those doors in Grunty's
Lab? Well now you can finally find out with this code!" What followed was a rather short
two line code with a simple description. I couldn't believe it, like really, I was
entirely skeptical. Though something at the back of my mind wanted me to believe, so I
rubbed my head and sighed and plugged in my Gameshark mounting Banjo Kazooie on top. I
was pretty into hacking games back i
You.You told me onceYou.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Wings Of FireWings Of Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Fire
Send me off to the fiery abyss
Free me from life's grip
Morals have been tortured
Strengths have been reversed
Desires have been submersed
I plead for you to pass the torch
Hand over the destiny I've been waiting for
Let me finish off this unbearable dirge
Weep not for singed sins
Leave behind the memories
Mourn not for scarred skin
Forgive every tragedy
Set ablaze that darkness within
Grasp onto serenity
Fuel the flame for the ending
Cling onto clarity
There's peace after pain
Calm can engulf chaos
There's love behind hate
Freedom masks weakness
I've abandoned every promise
I couldn't complete what was said
My hope cannot rise from the ashes
Please, do not follow my footprints of flame
They only lead down a path where infernos cascade
There is no honorable life or even death for what I became
Consume this cruel reality
I See PeopleI see peopleI See People3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see people crying
I see people dying
I watch the slum of the world
I watch m' steal, cheat and lie
I watch m' torture, punish and kill
And to be honest
It doesn't even phase me
My heart doesn't feel remorse at the sight of a child in vain
My heart doesn't beat with sorrow as I watch m' cringe in pain
This cruel and despicable world
This evil and cynical world
Has burned my soul
Has hardened my heart
Tears dare not touch my cheek
For my hardened eyes are to bare and bleak
For such a pleasure
Oh such a pleasure
But I must be strong
For this is what this world has made me out to be
A child I am not
For fear of being mild
My soul no longer tender and wild
32 years between them
Will never see love
For they see people
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
drossilladrossilla4 years ago in Humor More Like This
un dia un cientifico loco experimentaba en la más recondito y obscuro de su laboritorio, creó una sustancia que mutaria en un reptil gigantesco a una persona... así que un buen día dross fue de compras al mercado, él cientifico lo vio y aprovecho cuando dross se distrajo, para quitarle la bolsa para ponerle la sustancia en su coca cola, terminando dross de acabarse la muestras gratis de la chava buenona, le regreso la bolsa con todo ecepto el helado de vainilla, siguio a dross para ver los resultados del experimento, pero fue algo tardado ya que por la gorda el auto no subio el tope se daño, y tuvieron que irse a pie, pero la gorda se canso y dross la tuvo que cargar...ya en casa dross espero hasta despues de sus 20 pajas diarias, beber su coca cola, y se transformo en drossilla y el cientifico huyó pero dross lo piso antes de darse cuenta, por sus nuevos instintos penso en llebar a la gorda en sus manos hasta la punta del edificio más alto, pero