The Battle for Themyscira 2The Battle for Themyscira 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arrows rained down by the hundreds. It did not take long for Artemis to rally her Amazon sisters and take a full frontal assault against their attackers. By the hundreds, fully armored men stormed the shores of Themyscira. They wore battle armor similar to the Amazons and seemed to have the same kind of warrior's fire the Themysciran women had as well.
"Amazons!" Artemis shouted over the noise of rushing war. "Attack!" she commanded with her sword pointed towards the enemy. She pulled on the golden reins of the Pegasus and flew directly towards the heart of the enemy's swarm. With a great swipe of her blade Artemis took the heads of four of the male warriors clear off.
A wave of angry women followed her down her path with their swords raised. By the hundreds the Amazons stormed into battle. But this was not an epic battle like David versus Goliath. This was a war of the century! While one man would fall on the battle grounds, he took with him two Amazons.
These Warriors's training was
The Battle for Themyscira 1The Battle for Themyscira 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For a glorious twenty years he ruled over his Amazon sisters preaching peace and love. He even opened the borders of Paradise Island to the rest of Man's world. The perfect utopia was available for all to enjoy, but now, Themyscira was under attack on the very shores that were once closed to the feet of man.
"Themyscira will not fall while I am King!" Tristan promised. While his powers were almost nonexistent he was still a deadly warrior who should not be trifled with.
He was surrounded by his Amazon council, they were his inner circle. These were not only the fiercest of the Amazons, but also thd smartest and most experienced in combat. His three daughters were among them, the Princesses of Themyscira.
"Then we shall fight!" Artemis declared. Artemis had become Tristan's personal Champion when he chose to give up his powers. She fought for him and was willing to die in his honor. She raised her sword into the air. Every Amazon in the room joined her. They were al
Jadis (excerpt)Excerpted from my book Her Unwelcome Inheritance, a story about Faerie, going off to school, family tensions, and what to do when people you respect reveal that they believe in something absurd and impossible.Jadis (excerpt)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was burning
Burning behind walls of ice
Grey was on her lips, on her bare throat, on her exposed arms. Her eyes were glassy, the pupils fallen as if grown weary of staring straight ahead, and had, as the centuries passed, slid imperceptibly downward.
Her hands rested in her lap, grey with grey nails. Nothing set her apart from the hundreds on hundreds of other figures sitting in that crowded room, grey and still, clad in clothes deteriorated to hints of ancient splendor in all that room only the gold shone unmuted beneath a fine breading of dust. They sat, row upon row, rank succeeding rank, gazing into the dark recession of the vast unlit room before t
Affections Across Time Ch. 2Affections Across Time Ch. 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For reasons unknown I felt drawn to the sword as well the weird armor I waited until both Mr. Friedle, and Tarah left for lunch before I picked up the ancient sword as I held the magnificent sword in my right hand. . . Both actually since it felt heavy as I held up the sword I noticed the ruby gem in the center of sword's hilt began to glow I felt strongly drawn to the jewel that I looked right into. It was like I was being pulled into the very jewel itself no matter how scared I was I couldn't bring myself to look away I blame my curiosity . The scenery around me changed one minute I went from standing alone in the Antique Shop to the middle of what looked like the center of a castle court yard, by the way the it was set the scenery reminded of a movie I once saw called A Kid in King Arthur's Court. In the distance I swore I could have heard voices as well as clashing of weapons being the very curious person I was I followed the noise my inner self was
The Life of AnimationThe Life of Animation5 years ago in Historical More Like This
"If this business was easy, it would be a sin."
-Hayao Miyazaki, Animerica Magazine. 1993
Animation is the youngest medium of art that mankind has created. Spanning barely over one hundred years, its history is as rich and dramatic as any other. Starting as the simple idea of an illusion of moving art by a couple clever innovators at Edison's film company in the early 1900's, it soon boomed into a mega-corporate commercial venture that employed thousands and captivated millions only decades later. It spread outside of America and took many different forms in many different countries and cultures. Today, the face of animation is very different than it ever was. Computers, corporate chokeholds and the death of the innovators of animation has left a doubtful future for the preservation of animation's defining age.
The 1910's saw the rise of animation as a serious medium and the first studios began to appear in the United States. Winsor McCay, a masterful draftsman and artist, had
To be a Werewolf...To be a Werewolf...9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
When Hell is Full...When Hell is Full..When Hell is Full...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by D Mojo Brown
Turner hid in the shadows and took it all in. He remembered the times before things got so far out of hand. He thought about when the people were actually people, and there were so many more of them. When his nerves could take no more, he slid back deeper into the dark and thought. These days, he found himself doing a lot of thinking.
The screaming had stopped and he heard Them slurping away at the woman, the one who was screaming. Soon enough she'd be lumbering along right beside them, looking for other people, maybe looking for him. That is unless They were really hungry, and if that were the case... Turner didn't want to think any harder on it than that.
It used to be that They only seemed to come out when it was dark. That was when there were more people. Now, that didn't seem to matter, day or night. Now, nothing really seemed to matter. Turner used to live a good life, and he never once took that for granted. Now, being alive as Turner was, wou
Electric FeelElectric Feel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jaaaneyyy!" Roxy calls out as she barges in through the front door. "I'm heeeeree!"
I sigh, watching her from the kitchen. "I can tell," I mutter. Roxy bounds over to me, hugging me tightly.
"Oooh Janeyy, it's been a while!"
"I saw you last week."
"Shhhh! That was forever ago!"
I laugh. "Oh, Roxy " I take notice of the bags she left in the living room. "What's that?"
Roxy looks back at the bags. "Oh. Those? It's a surpriiise!"
I give her a wary look. "Like ?"
"Don't worry about it right now, let's go outside! Come on, take your apron off!"
I look down at my blue apron--I was about to start baking for Jake, my crush. "But I was going to bake "
"No time for that!" Roxy reaches around my waist to untie the knot I made. In a flash, the apron is off me. Roxy takes a look at my outfit and clucks her tongue.
"What?" I ask, looking down at my blue and white T-shirt paired with a knee-length blue skirt.
"This outfit is okayyy, but we gotta sex you up!"
"Why? Where are we go
Buffy FactsNicholas Brendan and Charisma Carpenter are not teenagers. They are actually in their upper twenties.Buffy Facts9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Sarah Michelle Gellar does a lot of her own stunts on the series (although not the most dangerous ones). She is able to do those stunts due to her involvement with Tae Kwon-Do, boxing, kick boxing, and gymnastics.
Buffy's old high school in Los Angeles was "Hemary High School".
It takes eight days to film one episode of Buffy.
Sarah Michelle Gellar once said, "How can women be as thin as we are? We have personal trainers to work us out. We have specially prepared meals."
Sophia Crawford (Sarah's stunt double) used to play the Pink Ranger on Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
Sarah Michelle Gellar was initially auditioned for the role of Cordelia but the producers decided that they wanted her in the title role instead.
Sarah Michelle Gellar received $500,000 for her role in "Cruel Intentions" (1999)
Love conspeerence 2Love conspeerence 29 years ago in Humor More Like This
Episode #2: Section 6 and the Timid Beauty
The phone call woke up half of the Hinata, (Naru and Kaolla) Kaolla got to it first.
<I am sorry the number you are calling no longer exists.>
Naru put down the phone and went to Cris' room and knocked on the door, she heard a few grumbles and the sound of Cris moving.
Cris turned over in his sleep then clued into as whom is calling for him. He bolted up right and jumped out of bed clad only in green cargo paints, he ran out his door blowing past Naru and straight to the phone.
<I am in a van heading over to pick you up now, and I trust, you have more then a pair of paints on?>
Cris hung up the phone and turned around only to come face to face with Naru and a vary curious Kaolla. Mitsune was probably still passed out from the heavy drinking she did last night.
Kaolla bounded down the hall to get dressed, Cris marveled at the energy of the small girl and Naru slugged him for his troubles. He got dressed in Green kakies, beside
The Battle for Themyscira 3The Battle for Themyscira 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Alexandria no!" Artemis shouted before the Amazon Princess could advance. Alexandria looked to her commander with question. Why would she stop her from confronting Superman?
"That is not Superman..." Artemis simply stated with great severity. Behind the imposter man of steel others rose into the air. All of them were Superman. The one in the center eyes' ignited with red light. Quickly a thin beam of heat vision escaped and fired down on the island. The Amazons quickly jumped for cover.
"It's a Superman robot!!" Tatyana quickly shouted in the air. She pointed her trident at the fleet of robotic Kryptonians. Lightning shot out of her trident and blasted four of the nine Supermen imposters. The robot men pummeled to the ground and crashed hard against the stone floor.
The remaining five robots shot through the sky as a piloted team. Alexandria flew into the air. With her hammer in hand she clobbered the Supermen, however one missed her blows and continued to soa
FANFICTIONS INVOLVING RAPEPSA ABOUT WRITING FANFICTIONFANFICTIONS INVOLVING RAPE1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
TW: Rape, Discussion about Rape, etc.
I know some of you guys aren't aware of this, but it is not okay to write any fanfiction where someone is a rapist, is being raped, or anything like that. Rape is a very very very sensitive topic, and it is never okay to write a fanfiction about it that glorifies it and makes it out less of a horrible thing than it really is. I've seen this used in many a fanfiction and its upsetting to see good characters turned into monsters by fanfiction writers. (notable examples of these characters include: France from Hetalia, and Cronus from Homestuck) Now before you say things like: "but it's just a fanfiction!" "it's not real!" "it's not hurting anyone!" "but [insert character here] is a rapist so it's okay!"
PLEASE LISTEN: None of these are valid excuses, or likely true in the slightest. There is NEVER an excuse for writing about rape in this way. Rape is a horrible horrible crime tha
Parenting and SexDame never intends to be a parent, but on the off chance she gets with someone who really wants kids, then she'll adopt. She doesn't intend to adopt any babies but what the fuck ever let's get on with thisParenting and Sex3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
First and foremost: Sex, genitalia, and the like will be an open discussion all the time 24/7.
Obviously I won't be doing things in front of the kid or to the kid but I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever in a million years make the poor thing feel like their body is wrong, gross, dirty, or the like, or that sexuality is the same.
The child will never be ashamed to come to me with questions, curiosities, help, and general discussion about their body, other bodies, sex, and the like. I will make sure of it. It will be as natural to talk to me about it as it will be to talk to me about dinner.
I will never hesitate to say the words "vulva", "vagina", "clitoris", "penis", "testicles", "anus", "nipple", "breast", and the like. Oh well okay that might be a lie I mig
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
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Timeless Sands PrologueTimeless Sands Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Pharaoh gasped for breath as his whole body throbbed in agony his mind clouded from fever. By the god's why must he suffer as such? This painful torment, did he not do the best that he could? Should he have tried harder in helping his people bring back the old ways, or was it something else that he had done wrong?
Yet that elixir that woman had given him showed no signs of help with his pain, instead it seemed to have it increase, his eyes felt as if it were being burned from the inside out. That woman had lied to him in his great need, saying such nonsense of some stone tablet; he should have had her taken away for what she had done.
He could no longer take the pain anymore, he let out a cry of pain, his wife the Queen came running to his side, calling for doctors and the like.
"My Love please!" his wife begged. "You cannot leave us yet, you cannot leave me or your people, you said you would remain until you became old! Please do not leave me "
He looked to his wife,
Punk!EnglandxSinger!Reader - SaviorPunk!EnglandxSinger!Reader - Savior2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Edit: This song isn't Savior by Skillet OR by Black Veil Brides! I'm sorry! It's Savior by Rise Against! *goes to corner of shame*
You were reading your favourite book at the coffee shop near your house, and realized you had made a mistake coming there. Not knowing there was a Rock Band competition happening today on the café stage, the place was crowded with teenagers from your school. The ones you did not want to see outside of that place.
You tried to concentrate on your book, but finally put it down on the table in defeat. It was too loud for your taste, but you tried not to let it bring down your mood. As you observed your perimeter, your eyes made its way to the stage. Yeah, the drummer was good. The guitarists were awesome too. But, oh god, that singer.
That singer was tone deaf.
As the song finished, the audience around the stage cheered for everyone but the singer, as you assumed. For about a half hour, you watched people come onto the
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
Love Consperacy 1Love Consperacy 19 years ago in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina, nor any of it's characters, but I do own Cris Leary, Matt and Ellen, I hope that Ken doesn't sue my ass because I am poor as hell right now
" " = English
"Thoughts" = Thoughts
Notes & Writing=Notes and Writing
( )= A.N.
Episode #1: Enter Meat Head
"Argh, who would have thought bleaching a house would take so much out of a guy-" the man fell on the sofa. "-and that weird old lady, thinking I am some Kei.....nero something, I wounder if this guy and I do look alike, well except that I am not Japanease, though it would be cool. That lady was nice enough to offer me a job, but what do I know about managing a dorm........ and I'd have to move to Japan..... I'll have to ask Matt to borrow the money. Well I can't turn down the offer now."
adults.i.adults.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
The media doesn’t support a positive body image
because it’s not good for business.
They want us anxious and afraid
of seeing the numbers on a scale go up.
We’re not worth our weight in gold.
It’s what we don’t weigh
My first boyfriend, who panicked when I touched him
would say “I’m fat”
the way somebody says “I should have never been born.”
They want us spending our money
on designer jeans, instead of groceries,
on concealer and diet plans, instead of an education.
Please don’t starve yourself.
Believe me, I’ve tried
and your body will start to eat itself from the inside out and
if you let it
it’ll get to some valuable stuff.
they’ll only appreciate your body when it’s a corpse.
They won’t notice you
until there’s nothing to be noticed
they’ll mourn and wish for something
that is no longer
In the second grade, I learned that
Bored Nearly to DeathSusanna Victoria Blevins was ten. She had everything a girl her age, could ever want. She was an only child in a well to do family and her parents doted on her. The girl lacked for nothing, except for maybe imagination. She was in a constant need for entertainment. She had a wonderful room, full of all the magnificent things she asked for. Her friends loved coming over to play, for Susanna had all the latest and greatest toys. Everything they saw advertised on the television, could be found in there. Susanna had many friends, and it was not just because she had so many nice things to play with. She was a pleasant enough girl and always shared her things with others. She enjoyed her friends because they were spontaneous girls, full of ideas of things to do. Susanna appreciated this because she was prone to boredom. Boredom was something that this little girl loathed. In fact Susanna often thought that if she were ever to get too bored that it just might kill her. So she did what she couBored Nearly to Death3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Terrible Night for a Walk...Sandra was out late, and knew she should not be. The campus had put up a curfew after the murders began. She was making her way back home as quickly and carefully as she could. Sandra thought she heard a sound behind her. She held her breath and slowed her walk. It seemed all she could hear was her heart pumping away like an engine in her chest. She stopped walking altogether and craned her neck, in the direction of the sound. She paused for about a minute, hearing nothing, and broke back into her power walking stride.Terrible Night for a Walk...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was not safe to be on the streets at night. Campus security and the police would be out tonight, as they had been since these killings began. Ten days ago a girl in the same building as her was found stabbed to death just outside of the Scrounge. She was not part of Sandra's small circle of friends, but she knew who she was. A week ago, a girl who lived in her building was found in