Ch 7 Oh, Now Why the Concern?Ch 7 Oh, Now Why the Concern?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
OH, NOW WHY THE CONCERN?
CHAPTER 7: It Means: "No Worries"
Sarah's hope for a free night of good sleep degenerated into a rampaging fest of tears and nebulous, half-formed nightmares. After turning her sheet and comforter into tossed, goose down salad, she admitted defeat and crept downstairs at approximately 2 a.m. to check on His Royal Buttinski and Toby. The utter lack of sound should've been her first clue as usually the grandfather clock's tick-tock echoed upstairs at night.
It really was an excessively loud clock, and weren't there clockmaker standards for such things and if so didn't it violate them or the public noise pollution laws. Regardless, she overlooked that obviousness, and blithely strolled down the stairs wrapped in her pink fleece robe, secure in her revenge against the Goblin King. What she discovered defied all expectations. Well...what she failed to discovery really. Or expect, but then can one really have predictable expectations with anything involving g
Love Bites!Love Bites!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good evening miss."
Claire turned around to face the voice. She had been so caught up in the festivities around her that she hadn't noticed anyone behind her. After all, there was so much to see! The entire ballroom was packed full of lavish party guests. Buffet tables lined the walls and men danced with their ladies in the middle of the room with elegance and grace. The overhead glass roof exposed the glowing full moon to the party guests and the stars twinkled madly like morning dew in the early morning. The English countryside stood before them in all its splendor just outside of the castle walls. Claire had been entranced with the sights since she had walked in…but now the sights had begun to grow boring and the brilliant lights and colors dimmed slightly. The surprise of the voice behind her had brightened her spirits a little.
The one who had spoken took her by surprise. He was a tall young man with black hair and deep brown eyes. He had on a finely tailored suit. A black jacket
Sarah's Sweet Sixteen -Part 2SUMMARY Continuation of Sarah's Sweet Sixteen. This chapter covers the first part of her birthday in the Goblin Kingdom.Sarah's Sweet Sixteen -Part 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing...well...not Labyrinth at any rate. No goblins, humans, humanoids or chickens were harmed in the writing of this chapter, although 'Phil' the chicken did suffer a bout of low-self esteem and a goblin did get into my donuts and got soundly thumped for it. Me on the otherhand, I would happily snog Jareth within an inch of his immortal life if given half a chance - just sayin!
WARNING: Some references to 'nekkid' Goblin King (sadly, not explicit. Poor Sarah probably would've swooned had I gone there.) Rating is currently T, but is likely to go up to M later (maybe).
Author's Note: Please read and review... they inspire me to keep going and to write faster.
Admittedly, on her first visit to the castle beyond the Goblin City, Sarah had been somewhat preoccupied, so it was natural that she missed seei
KidnappedHe held her hairKidnapped6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Covered her mouth
"Shhhh" long and drawn out
Soft whimpers came out
from behind the hand
I have you now
A few tears
landed on the hand
"You can't leave now
but I know you wouldn't want to
Isn't that right?"
A few more tears
A few louder whimpers
"I couldn't hear you?"
He pulled the brown hair
Then pushed down
the back of her head
"I want to tell you the pain you caused me. All the sleepness nights. All the hours spent watching you."
Between the whimpers came a broken cry "p-p-ple-ple-ase"
"Are you really going to interrupt my perfect love story?" He moved her head side to side while watching her eyes water. "I didn't think so."
"As I was saying I saw you while on the way to work that first time and thought nothing of it. You were there waiting for the bus. Such a beautiful girl should not be riding the bus. But you were there and I kept going. I didn't you see you the next day so I tho
Dear Journal: 01Dear Journal: 018 years ago in General More Like This
It's been a while, hasn't it? I remember getting this journal the day after I met him. For some reason, I don't like writing his name out. Maybe its because if he gets this journal, and reads it, then he won't know its him. But... he's the only him I know. Oh well, I'll just continue. I had the dream again last night. It's the third time I've had it this week, and it scares me. I can see him doing it. I can see him saying those mean things to me. I always wake up in a sweat and breathing hard. I don't know if I scream aloud like I do in my dream, but my breath always seems to escape me. After my breath comes back to me, my thoughts drift back to the first time I met him.
It was late at night and dimmer than the essence of darkness. The only light came from street lamps. However, one store still had its lights on, and it was a candy store. I scampered over with bare feet to the huge window of the store and drooled over the huge selection of candy. I saw people move inside
The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 4 Despite the rain, the fire didn't seem willing to surrender. It raged ravenous, devouring tents, supplies, equipment and it had also reached a small store of gunpowder, causing a huge explosion.The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Orcs and goblins were at work, trying to contain the flames and extinguish them with buckets of water. Even the magicians were trying to do their best with spells of containment and obstruction. Vondel was watching a few dozen meters away from the fire, the swarming creatures intent to quell the fire. His eyes were fine fissures imbued with hatred and his expression was pulled nervously. He was soaked. His white hair clung to his white skin, as well as his clothes. However, he did not move nor utter a single word for several minutes. He hated the fire. And most of all he hated the setbacks. Nothing and no one should hinder his plans. But when this happened, and he had no culprit to blame, frustration and anger grew in him enormously.
In the Middle of a FestivalBrown eyes widened and fingers twitched as a young individual stepped closer to the booth. With a quick lick to dry lips the youngster reached out his hands and cringed.In the Middle of a Festival9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And don't let me catch you around the fireworks booth!"
Umino Iruka stopped, the razor edge warning from his cater-wailing mother drifted through his head as he took a step back from the booth decorated with fireworks, each in different sizes and shapes to entice the lil' bastard of a prankster inside of him. Honestly he was a ninja... academy student; they were trained with handling exploding objects.
The eleven-year-old shook his head as he wandered down the busy streets of a town wrapped up in a celebration. Iruka had never attended a festival outside of Fire Country, heck he had never been to a festival outside of Konoha and it seemed his family had just landed in a village that was still ripe in a week long festival dedicated to some event of days long past.
He and his parents were on their merry wa
A Fall to Grace chp. 1Chapter 1: Unexpected RevivalA Fall to Grace chp. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sif had never considered herself a vain woman. Proud, yes. She was a fearsome warrior, proving through hard work and determination that she could be just as strong as any man. She was goddess of the harvest, providing fruitful times to the humans and giving them food that they needed to survive. And she knew she was beautiful, able to take off her armor for a dress at times and the look suited her just as well as her sword did.
But she was not vain. She knew that there were stronger than she. She knew she would same day meet her match and die honorably in combat. She knew there were others who were just as beautiful, even more so than she. Let it never be said that Sif, as proud as she was, did not know her limitations.
And yet, to see she had lost Thor to a human woman, it was a strike to her.
Sif had never loved Thor, not in that way. But she did care for him, saw him as a good man despite his attitude at times. He loved his friends and would never inten
Who Knew America X EnglandAlfred always loved Iggy. Even though when he tried to show his affection, England would always scowl and look away, blushing. Alfred knew he felt the same way, he could see it in his face. The way he would smile, look at him, insult him. Arthur just didn't want to admit that he had feelings for the younger nation. Alfred could accept that, Iggy really wasn't the one who shared his feelings with people. He leaned against the door, seeing England. "Hey, Iggy."Who Knew America X England5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arthur glanced up, seeing the blonde haired man leaning in the doorway. "What do you want, git?"
"Can't I just talk?"
"No, I've got paper work to do. Goodbye, Alfred." Arthur headed out the door, walking passed Alfred.
Alfred sighed, watching the older nation leave. It's funny, their relationship. They really did make an odd pair, Alfred being the affectionate one and Arthur being a cold, stuffy old Brit. But, Alfred didn't mind. He loved to take control of Arthur, to pull him out of his comfort zone once and a while. I
Vicious Vendetta - Chapter OneI silently ground my teeth as my impatience was soon wearing thin. The varnished mirror has cracked in my recentVicious Vendetta - Chapter One3 years ago in Settings More Like This
absence creating, a ripple of broekn glass along its face. How had it been smahed when I myself, held the only key to the house. As I gazed around for any trace of evidential knowledge that may lead me to the asnwer. Being only a deceitful scientist my mind wasnt prepared for this type of thorough investigation, although my gaze soon fell upon something that would make the puzzle all too clear. My long, slender fingers felt the evidence and I soon brought it close to examine, It was a ragged piece of tan cloth the shade of light brown. This I knew could only belong to one man.
"Gnnng...-Layton!" The name was spat in pure hate from my mouth at this point. Why the bloody hell had this pompous bastard been in my house!? I swiftly drew my beloved sword from its sheeth and watched its shine as my tanned face was reflected on its blade. He'd pay for breaking and entering my home..
Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 11As Scorpius watched Lily, Rose and Mr. Potter saying their goodbyes, it made Scorpius reflect on how differently his family interacted.Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 113 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Scorpius did not come from a demonstrative family. He heard them referenced to as cold, unfeeling, icy and other terms one would associate with glaciers or praying mantises. He never felt that was an accurate assessment of his family, but knew decorum would keep him from ever saying how much it irked him. His family always had a veneer of reserved civility in public, that was true, but they felt things very deeply.
If you spent an evening with them, Scorpius found it almost entirely enjoyable, minus the rare bigoted statements he would have to ignore from his grandparents. They could easily communicate with each other with no more than a glance, or a word, and a whole slew of unsaids, would be said. Was that not a sign of closeness, warmness, and familial bliss? Of course, not everyone can appreciate subtlety.
The Weasleys were not like that. Subtle wa
Sheogorath Stops ByPrize for LadyRedDarknessSheogorath Stops By3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The sun was drawing closer to the horizon, sending a mist over the small group and casting a chill down their spines.
"We should not be here," peeped Merrill from under her hood.
Hawke looked down at her, silently agreeing. Varric walked just ahead with Bianca before him. They had stumbled upon the ancient ruins as they explored Sundermount. Hawke had become intrigued because he had never seen something so ancient as the stone walls that now surrounded them. There were symbols etched into the walls that Merrill didn't recognise, and the chance to explore had overpowered him.
He was curious by nature, but now he wished he had gone and come back. They had wondered way too far into the ruins and now the light above the broken ceiling was breaking, which would mean if they couldn't find their way out then they would have to camp there. But the twilight was brining an unnerving feeling over the three of them, and Hawke was starting to curse his curiosity.
Senior Year- chap. 1 Chapter one- Phase OneSenior Year- chap. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tap tap tap. Alfred rolled over and threw his pillow at the window. Grunting he curled under his blankets. Tap tap tap. Blue eyes narrowed dangerously under the red and white stripped blanket. "Da'n it Danny Imma kill jou." He growled, tan leg extending over the edge of the bed and landing none to gracefully on the ground. As he swung the other over he sat up and threw his stuffed cheeseburger plush at the window where the Danish boy sat balanced perfectly on the sill like a cat.
Standing up he drug himself over to the window and shoved it up into it's open position. Before he popped the screen out however he growled, "Whaddaya want you bat? It's wha' 2 in the mornin'?" Danny grinned then said loftily, flashing his 'I've-got-a-secret-you-need-to-know' grin.
"Just open up, I've got a little present for you." Alfred raised an eyebrow and sighed,
attack part oneattack part one5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was never suppose to happen- no matter how many times Alfred told himself this, he couldn't help but keep replaying this stupid scenario in his head. That damn Briton- why did he have to be so stupid and take things so seriously? He would never know, but it was just a joke- just merely a joke that he cracked while in a meeting with some of the other countries in the UN. They were all talking about their past wars at random and Alfred decided to bring up one of his most epic battles within US history- the Revolutionary War between him and Briton. Of course, he felt a little ill at ease with it, and he could tell Arthur was to an extent, but he went on with it. It was alright, they were all listening, and he joked about how Briton was just not that powerful compared to a ragtag team of colonists who had a score to settle, amongst other things. It was just a joke, but.. Arthur didn't see it as that. Rubbing his eyes, the American had tried to not think of it. Stupid Briton. Why was he
BBC Sherlock: 3 ficlets inspired by songs1.Glee Cast - Smooth CriminalBBC Sherlock: 3 ficlets inspired by songs3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moment Sherlock went inside the house, he knew something was amiss. He had this gut feeling telling him that John was in danger, that's why he ran home like a madman in the first place. But he didn't realise how accurate he was in his predictions, until he saw bloodstains on the carpet. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't waste any time.
"John!" he yelled at the top of his lungs and rushed headlong upstairs. He was cautious, his senses working at full steam, and he kept tracking the blood trail like a trained dog. His mind started analysing situation and he instantly knew what had happened. John answered the door since Mrs Hudson was away, the visitor stabbed him, John fought him off and started running away into the apartment.
The bloodstains and reddish shoe prints led into Sherlock's bedroom. The door was ajar.
"John, are you okay? ", he shouted while running towards the room. And there John was, lying motionless on the floor in a pool of
US x UK - Trying To Be America"This is the worst idea you have ever had" Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England snapped, he was looking at his reflection in the floor length mirror in his bedroom. His fingers ran over the faint scarred outline on his arm from when he had a tattoo in the 80's. Heavy metal was popular then. It was like he was going back in time. He should never have agreed to this, he looked ridiculous...he looked so...so.. American!US x UK - Trying To Be America5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing, England grabbed his *shudder* backpack, his hand etching to reach for his leather satchel instead, and closing the door behind him proceeded to head towards the bus stop. Not car...bus stop.
Grumbling slightly he shifted his feet, he swore these trainers oh! *Sneakers* were cutting off the blood supply to his brain, they were so bloody tight!
As the bus pulled up, Arthur shoved his Ipod headphones into his ears, wincing slightly when the volume sky rocketed as he turned the white wheel on the device.
He looked so, completely and horrif
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
Unknown - USxUK Chap 1"England~!"Unknown - USxUK Chap 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
England sighed as he put his elbow on his desk and put his chin in his hand. He glanced up to see one of his classmates walk up to him. The teen out his hands on the desk and smiled. "What do you want Francis?" he asked.
Francis pulled up a chair to the desk and sat in it backwards so that he put his elbows on the desk too. He pouted slightly "England, you're not supposed to call me by my real name! You have to call me 'France', remember? It's for Geography! You said you would help me get at least a B with this." He told him.
"Sorry, France " England mumbled.
France smiled "There you go! It's not that hard to remember either. But that' not why I'm here!"
"Oh boy. Let me guess, more gossip form what you heard in your G.R.M.P ?"
"Yup! And I'm telling you England, you need to come to one of our meetings. It's not as strange as some people would tell you."
"I think I'll pass. I'm not gay so why would I want to go to a Gay Rights Moment Party?"
"Are you sure about that
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 2"This is not a good idea." Vorstag stated for what felt like the thirtieth time that day. "Daedra are dangerous beings, and there's no guarantee that they'll help us." Azaron's ears remained pinned to his skill, as they had been almost since leaving Ivarstead for Solitude.Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I know," The Khajiit replied. "But I am already this one's champion, so she will at the least hear us out." As they had descended the seven-thousand steps, Azaron had explained to Vorstag and Marcurio how, at least two years earlier, he and Tarene had stumbled upon a crystal beacon, hidden in a bandit's fort. Meridia had spoken to them - summoned them to her shrine - and ordered them to cleanse her temple of a necromancer who had taken up residence. They had done so, and the Daedric Prince had named them as her Champions. A despiser of the undead, Meridia was a powerful being who would take no great liking to a long-dead mage seeking to return to life.
Two carriages and one long hike later, they were beginning to a
(7) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]Sherlock and John ran towards the river.(7) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I suppose they found the guard out cold." John panted.
"We should have hidden it." Sherlock said. "It was a stupid mistake."
"Sorry." John exhaled.
They'd just met the river, and were now running alongside it.
"It's not your fault. At least we got out of town before they noticed; otherwise I don't think we'd have any hope." Sherlock said while slowing his pace. "We should be safe to move at a brisk walk. News of our escape wouldn't have reached Riverwood yet."
They kept walking, and John spotted a stone bridge, and behind it, the small village of Riverwood. They crossed the bridge when they got to it, and Sherlock took lead. They entered a building; it was a general goods store. There was the ring of a bell when Sherlock pushed the door open, and their gaze was met by that of the shopkeeper.
"I was just about to close up." the Dark Elf spoke in rough voice.
"Please, we won't be long; we just want to buy some food." Sherlock said in the kindest
APH Humpty Dumpty's heartEngland, nay, Great Britain smiled down at his new little colony in triumph. He had finally gained his beloved America's brother from France. And though Canada was shy at first, upon seeing how happy America was with Great Britain, he gradually warmed up to the growing empire. Ever since defeating Spain's armada, Great Britain had become one of the strongest countries in the world. And thanks to the French-Indian War, he was now in possession of both North American colonies.APH Humpty Dumpty's heart5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Engwand! Engwand!" America came running up to me with a bunny in his arms. One hand was clenched tightly around something obscured from Great Britain's vision. "Wook what I found, Arthur!"
Great Britain sighed, ruffling the child's hair as he hoped into the empire's arms. "How many times do I have to tell you America? Don't call me Arthur. Call me Great Britain ."
"Oh, okay, Engwand."
He sighed, giving up on correcting the boy. "What did you find?"
America opened up his palm to show a little seashell in the shape
The Enemy WithinThe Enemy Within:The Enemy Within3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain
Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?
Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this feeling take it's toll...
And I feel him, I feel him cry
And I feel him, I feel him cry
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Why can't you see?
We'll both be sorry
If you take this life from me!
In Death We Share Ch.1In Death We Share Ch.14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The previous story to this fanfic is, Fated Farewell The link can be found in the artist description.
Story Summary Between every battle is a calm before a storm and it is vitally important within those moments to reflect on what has been, what is, and what might be for the future. This story bridges a gap of understanding, friendship, and trust as Ichigo comforts Kein in her most important realizations of her past.
If We Could Go Back
"One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it." "The past is our definition. We may strive, with good reason, to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it, but we will escape it only by adding something better to it." "Events in the past may be roughly divided into those which probably never happened and those which do not matter." These are a few of many teachings that exist within the world and have existed for eons. However, as many times as individuals are taught to look towards the