To War, to WarTo War, to WarTo War, to War3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rainbow Dash slowly made her way amongst rows of dark tents in the Equestrian encampment. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a shade of dark crimson and covering the empty alley in sharp shadows. The only sounds reaching her ears were the crackling of campfires hidden from her view by the tents, no doubt surrounded by silent soldiers who had nothing more to converse about, and the clattering of the armor on her chest meeting her shoulder guards with every step forward. She had been invited by the Princess to attend a meeting of the commanding officers of the four armies in the joined camp. They were to discuss the plans for the coming weeks of the march southwards across the continent.
Dash was alone with her thoughts on her way to the hill in the center of the camp. How had it come to this? Each link in the chain of events leading up to this moment had made sense in its own right, and yet the chain as a whole surpassed her. They were joining other cou
Getting Back On Your Hooves Ch. 1Getting Back On Your Hooves Ch. 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 1 'Unexpected Encounter"
by Kendell2 and Raikou Artist
"Well, it's nice to be back in Canterlot; so much has changed!" Twilight said as she continued walking, excitement in her voice. Sure, she'd been here a few times since she'd moved to Ponyville, but this was really the first time she'd been there just to relax and reconnect with her roots, as opposed to a party or being called to save the world from an ancient evil that escaped its prison. She remembered Rarity's friendship report after Twilight's birthday; don't be ashamed of your roots. That's what had compelled her to come do a little reconnecting with where she'd come from. "Isn't that right, Spike Spike?" she asked, looking back at her assistant to see him falling quite far behind.
Spike panted, struggling to keep up. "Yeah, Twilight," he panted, stopping to catch his breath. "Can I... Can I please ride on your back?" he asked, unable to keep up with the excited Unicorn mare. "I know you're excited, but I can onl
Chapter 4. The Dark StormChapter 4. The Dark Storm6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Dark Approaching Storm
In an Underground laboratory near Los Angeles. Lab techs were busy working away on their various projects. They were some of the world greatest minds in programming, physics, chemistry, and biology; they were working in a darkly illuminated room. In the center was a large towering, reddish green Supercomputer. It was shaped like a pyramid and was conne
Till Death Do Us Part"Agent Montana never thought before he did things, he simply acted. This unfortunate habit got him into a lot of trouble with his superiors and especially his wife, Iowa. Though kind and caring at heart, Monty was always up for a good practically joke and could never pass on the opportunity to dish out a perfect insult.Till Death Do Us Part2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There wasn't a single member of the Freelancer Project that Montana didn't consider his friend, regardless of how they felt toward him. The large Irish man would gladly give his last beer to anyone aboard the Mother of Invention without hesitation. Perhaps it was his giving nature that was his ultimate downfall. Though we all miss him, I feel I speak for all of us in saying we wouldn't have had him any other way.."
Gun shots rang out all around the small team of Freelancers that had been sent out to an Insurrectionist base to retrieve vital information for the Director. Agents Nor
One ShotOne Shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seb kept his gun in hand, his sight tracking John as he jumped from the Taxi. Jim wouldn't just shoot Sherlock, he had to fall, he would never ruin his perfect ending.
There was only one person that could have been shot on that rooftop, no matter how much Seb refused to believe. He brought a hand to his ear, switching on the com system between him and Jim.
"Sir, I need the word, I've got the doctor in sight. Should I Shoot?"
"Boss, I need the word. Yes or no?"
Still no word.
"Dammit Jim, answer me you bastard!" Seb found himself screaming over the line, as if he
could bring Jim back by cursing and insulting him.
Seb focused back on his target.
He could shoot him.
He could do what Jim had promised.
He could burn Sherlock's heart right out with one bullet.
Instead he found himself watching as John screamed his best friends name and began to run. Sherlock had fallen from St Barts, Jim had gotten his perfect ending, what would he have said if Seb were to shoot right now.
Fit for a King: 1-.-.-.-.-Fit for a King: 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jak ain't happy.
This place is gettin' to him. It's crawling underneath his skin, rippin' up every stitch Spargus made—anyone with a pair of eyes can see his game face chipping. The guy hates Haven, and if those snoots knew what was good for the world in general, not to mention his 'EMPIRE', they'd airlift him out before he frikkin' explodes.
The wastelands? That was months ago. Months.
Funny, sayin' that. It used to be 'Oh, that's so last yesterday'-- or even the lovely 'Food? Oh, that was so last week' when we were runnin' from the Guard. But things are bigger now, and bigger don't mean better. It ain't just me and him anymore, and it ain't JUST Haven.
Haven's a… thing now. Before, it was some twisted chain of alleyways that kept Jak and me from gettin' lynched. Some kind of enemy fused with an obstacle course. Now, those alleyways are some neat gridlines on a map—a map filled with whining people who think this is OUR fault, and want us to do cl
The seer stone ch. 6((Listen to this while you read this chapter http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcpYKBTALKY))The seer stone ch. 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had a dream about Dipper that night. It was not a good dream though.
There was a dark shadowy figure. I seemed to know exactly who it was in the dream. Coralline, Mabel, and Wybie, stood behind me, all crying, especially Mabel. The thing that made it so horrible was that Dipper lay dead in my arms.
“You were too close,” the figure said, “too close to love him, so he had to be exterminated.”
“Why did you kill him though? I’m the one you’re after. Why didn’t you kill me?”
“I tried!” the figure yelled, “but I realized the best way to destroy you is by breaking your heart.”
The figure left before I could say anything. I broke down crying. I knew there was a way to bring him back, I just didn’t know how.
The last thing that happened in the dream, before I woke up, was me kissing Dipper’s cold dead
Dance In The Dark Chpt13Adrian held onto the unconscious Sheryl. It had been quite easy to catch up to her, despite her initial speed she seemed to be weakening. The silver probably accounted for some of that, but the fact that she'd passed out hinted at a more serious issue, as did her ice cold skin. His attention was briefly taken by the fact that he sensed Mael passing overhead. Well, that made things simpler if he was in the neighborhood. The faster this was dealt with the better; he did not relish the idea of babysitting a suicidal and potentially homicidal vampire for any length of time. He looked over his shoulder at Aidan, who was also not moving as fast as he should or could normally. "Aidan. You have been with her, do you know the last time she fed?" Adrian watched as his son seemed to be thinking hard about something. It was a process Adrian had never seen occur on Aidan's face and found it rather intriguing.Dance In The Dark Chpt133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Aidan tried to process the memories still lingering from when he drank from her. The last
The NightmareThe Nightmare6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sky was a blaze with dark and orange colors. Smoke billowed into the night sky form various areas of the city. Buildings burned rapidly as fires moved from one area to the next, their flames engulfing everything as if some wild animal were gorging itself on new-found food. It was eerily quiet, except for the flames that arched into the night sky. There was absolutely no movement at all; the city was truly dead.
A young pink haired girl cowered in fear as she moved about the area scanning for any signs of life, both friendly and hostile. How did this happen? One moment she was in bed, and the next all hell breaks loose. S
Dance In The Dark Chpt12Sheryl stood, frozen in place. She wanted to scream at her parents to run, to get out while they had the chance, but her new master had her under tight control. She had been so stupid. Mistaken lust for love, mistaken Anzelm's attention for affection. She knew it had been her own fault, falling for his charms despite repeated warnings from Adrian and her parents. Now he had complete control of her, and her face reluctantly curled into a smile. "Hi mom, hi dad. Glad you could make it." She saw Anzelm come up behind them. She tried to warn them, but her body refused to cooperate. She could only stand there; pleasant smile plastered to her face, as Anzelm exacted his vengeance on her parents, then forced her to help him. It was all her fault. They lost their lives because of her stupidity, because she thought she was in love. "Never again . . ."she thought to herself as she felt her heart break, then freeze. Her consciousness drifted in a fog as she prayed for her own death, for freedoDance In The Dark Chpt123 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dance In The Dark Chpt10"But, Master, I don't understand. What if someone falls in love with a vampire?"Dance In The Dark Chpt103 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Adrian gave his student a stone stare, "It will not, you're far too disciplined for that, Sheryl."
"But . . ." she was in earnest, she had to know, that Anzelm character had been so, intriguing, "What if a vampire falls in love with a human?"
Adrian just continued to stare at her, "Then the object of their 'affection'," the quotes were actually audible to Sheryl, "is turned into a Vampire as well. Vampires have a need to convert the object of their desire. Why are you asking me these questions? Are you finding yourself attracted to one of your targets?" he glared at her.
"I . . . no master." She lied, she was always bad a lying, but hoped he wouldn't notice this time. She hoped in vain.
Her master's voice was still the monotone he always used, but there was a slight knife's edge to it, "Vampire's don't love; they covet, they desire, they claim. You would become a possession and that is not something you
Symbol HuntSymbol Hunt2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As you trudge along the old trail, muddy and overgrown with angry thorn bushes, you see a glimpse of a tattered, old, worn piece of paper. When you reach down for the paper, you wince as sharp thorns tear at your skin. You lift up the paper, examining it in your hands. The thick paper feels rough and grimy. The text has been faded and blurred, and most of the words are incomprehensible. It seems to be an old flier. In the center lies a triangle. Something within you reacts to this symbol. A shiver runs down your spine. Perhaps you're just cold. But your fate doesn't think so.
Gazing AboveGazing AboveGazing Above4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the heavens, Yue the Moon Spirit looked down on the Earth.
She saw victory. The ones she had loved in life triumphed over the Fire Nation and Sozin's Comet, restoring balance. She watched as they reunited after their separate battles. She watched as the Honorable Prince was crowned to the applause of members of all nations. She watched as those nations rebuilt under the guidance of her friends and family. She watched as love flared between them.
Yue watched all this alone.
Among the changes that were overtaking the globe was a renovation of the Fire Lord's throne room. Dark wood was taken away, and windows were opened in the walls. Gold plating, pressed with intricate designs by the Sun Warriors, gilded every surface of the room, shining like the sun itself. Once completed, Yue's loved ones gathered once again, and witnessed as the new Fire Lord took his place and relit the Fires of the Throne.
Yue alone picked up on the detail; it would be invisible to any rel
Avengers, Dungeons and DragonsAvengers, Dungeons and Dragons2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Agent Coulson cleared his throat. "Okay, so thanks for agreeing to play, guys," he said, fiddling with a d20. "I really appreciate it, and I think we'll all really going to enjoy ourselves."
"Uh yeah," Tony drawled, "Why am I here again? This is a nerd thing. I don't do nerd things."
"No?" asked Steve. "I could have sworn you once said something about going to Dungeons and Dragons camp--"
"Whoa, wait, Tony went to Dungeons and Dragons camp?" Bruce asked.
"Hey! That was a long time ago. In my misguided youth."
"You say that like you outgrew your 'misguided youth.'" Steve retorted. The corner of his mouth quirked as he leaned back in his chair. "Besides, Tony, who knows? You might enjoy yourself. Have a little fun." He tossed a d4 into the air and caught it one-handed.
"Fun?" Tony snorted. "Your idea of 'fun' is a rousing game of gin rummy over apple pie. I don't think you're qualified to define 'fun.'"
"I prefer poker. And what's wrong with apple pie?" asked Steve.
"Well I, for o
Fit for a King: Prologue-.-.-.-Fit for a King: Prologue8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was over. It was finally over.
The adventure was done. Torture, you could call it sometimes, but at the bottom line it was still an adventure-- and it was finally over. Nothing's ever been that done in my life before. At least, nothing that ended, dropped off, ceased to exist… and offered something so warm and promising at the end.
God, there was hope. Solid, tangible, edible. Clean and dry like sand. They even wanted me to be King—King of Spargus. Spargus. I said no, but they offered. Dax wouldn't have liked it. At the end, all I knew was that I wanted to stay in Spargus the rest of my life. There was only Dax and me, then, in our home. That's the way it would stay at the end of our last cloister of trials, even though there were things to regret.
Because every time I fight, I lose things.
I lose time, I lose blood, and I lose people. There are only so many ways you can be cut, but people are even more dangerous. You can lose them wi
Kissing DisasterAK47.Kissing Disaster5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gabe and Pete glance up at me, looking confused. I lean against the doorway.
Party. Now. Whos in?
Sure. Ill go for it.
Pete says, standing and stretching.
With the mixtape recording tomorrow and all, its probably not a good idea. But since when have I listened to a good idea?
Gabe? You in a get-wasted mood?
Im always in a get wasted mood.
Gabe says, grabbing his leather jacket and sliding his lanky arms into it.
Count me in.
Its New York. Nighttime. The Decaydance bands are all headed to Angels & Kings - its kind of tradition. The night before recording, whatever band heads to AK47 to hang out and let off some steam. Usually its only one band at a time, sometimes two. With everyone in town for the mixtape recording, the promise of a fun night hangs in the air.
You need to think of something by tomorrow.
Pete says from the backseat. He a
Those nights.Those nights.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
If Thera ever said, that she spends some nights after drinking a rather large amount of lyrium with Justice, everyone would just laugh and assume she was trying to be funny; however she isn’t and it turns out that Justice loves those nights. It was one of the few times the mage would let him out, without a fight.
“So why do women paint their nails again?” Justice asked watching Thera sit on her bed, with much intent as she moved a small brush over one of her finger nails, moving the pigment around on it.
“I personally can’t say. I never really had money so I couldn’t afford such things; but I think it’s because it makes us feel pretty.” Thera said smiling. As much of a tomboy she was, she did take joy in doing things like this, mostly because Anders always noticed when she changed colors. He also acted differently when she was all ‘dolled’ up. He was more territorial of her and also he would becom
Things the Orgy will never sayThings the Orgy will never say8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I. Xemnas: " I want my mommy"!
II. Xigbar: " I'm not wearing underwear today"~
III. Xaldin: " Im a Aichmophobic" –sniff-
IV. Vexen: "Awe dose somebody need a hug"?
V. Lexaeus: "I look good in pink…"
VI. Zexion: "And I was like, "Oh my gosh"! and she was like "Oh my gosh,"! and then they were all like "Oh my gosh,"! and soon everyone was like "Oh my goshing,"! Ya know?
VII. Saix: "That's it I'm taking anger management"
VIII. Axel: "The hills are alive with the sound of MUZZECK"!
IX. Demyx: "Screw music I'm going to become an attorney"!
X. Luxord: "Gambling is a vice of the Devil"! –frails Bible around-
XI. Marluxia: -HA-CHO- "God damn these stupid flowers"!
XII. Larxene: " AH it's a BUGGEH get it away, get it awaaay"!
XIII. Roxas: " I AM not emo"
NinjaTales From Caduceus: Chapter 5 "Ninja"Ninja7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Out of all the employees at Caduceus, only one seemed to care about Halloween.
His name, was Tyler Chase.
Every year, Sidney sent out a memo that invited the employees to dress up for the holiday, failing to solicit any form of excitement from anyone but the blonde surgeon.
The night before Halloween, Tyler called everyone on staff to make sure that they were going to dress up with him. And like the nice people they all were, assured their co-worker that he would not be the only one dressed up.
But when Tyler Chase walked into work to see no one decked out but himself
You guys are the biggest bunch of lame-asses I have ever met!
Sidney laughed from his office as Tyler stomped down the hallway angrily.
Dressed in full ninja gear, Tyler rounded the corner of Caduceuss second floor, walking into the break room.
He spotted Derek over at the coffee maker, taking a sip of his precious caffeinated beverage as he
Halloween Preparation TimeHalloween Preparation TimeHalloween Preparation Time5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clothing, costume pieces, and various rolls of fabric were strewn around the hallway and adjoining rooms in the merriment of the festive spirits. Halloween was always a chaotic event and one of the most important holidays within the original Organization XXVI, and as tradition went, the next generation would be just as chaotic and extravagant during this holiday as well. Careful not to step on any of the decorations and the various multi-colored witches hats and bats carelessly askew through the walk way, Ryo made his way into the room where the two girls he was in charge of for the evening event. This room held order no better than the rest of the costume storage area. Only this time there were boxes over flowing with props, costumes, and various trick-or-treat bags that the Organization constantly went through every year.
"What about this?" a young girl who looked not unlike her mother held a sparkling purple witches gown fitting her. Her red hair ha
A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Excuse me, Princess?"
"Just one moment!" Thunk. Somewhat dazed, Luna pulled her face away from the desk. "Come in!" she said, her horn and muzzle throbbing slightly.
Through the door trotted - oh, what a surprise! Yet another pony levitating a stack of papers about twice the size of the last. "Princess," he said, oblivious to the piercingly-annoyed glare in Luna's eyes, "The request to change the Equestrian national tree from the Holly Oak to the Bay Willow has been withdrawn, so the reinstatement paperwork needs to be filled out."
This late at night? "Alright," replied Luna, already readying her quill, "I think I can-"
"And," he interrupted, "The budget cuts for the School for Gifted Unicorns need to be finalized."
That again?! "Of course." Luna nodded, keeping her voice
Eternal Bonds Chapter 1.Eternal Bonds Chapter 1.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a calm, yet cold day in Ponyville. The weather team had done a fine job with weather conditions lately. The week had been filled with the warm sun shining over the snow covered landscape; making it glitter in the sunlight. In the distance, Canterlot could be seen shimmering in the sunlight as if it was frozen in time and space. The sight was one to behold as the white marble walls of the royal castle appeared like a second sun on the horizon.
Ponyville was just a couple of days away from the traditional Winter Wrap Up. Everyone was busy preparing their homes and tools for the job. Applejack spent the last couple of days fixing the damages the plows had sustained during the last Winter Wrap Up, but was struggling to get it done. The equipment was much more totaled than originally thought. Rainbow Dash, on her vacation day, even joined in on Applejack's endeavors by keeping the sky clear of clouds so that the work could
Experiment 15 Ch 2: Death ListMinutes later, or what I think is minutes, I cough slightly. Jeez I feel like hell. You'd be amazed how much dying really messes with ya.Experiment 15 Ch 2: Death List7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then, just as I'm beginning to wake up, I hear someone walk towards me. They must be pretty skinny. I can barely feel the vibrations from their footsteps. Then, whoever it is, lifts the sheet off my face and I opened one eye to look at them. Wouldn't ya know it. It's the ninja girl.
"Hi." I say casually. Apparently she wasn't expecting that since she screamed and jumped about 10 feet. Unfortunately, when she jumped, she dropped the sheet back onto my face.
"Thank you." I mutter sarcastically as push the sheet aside. "What? Haven't you ever seen a corpse before?"
I look around them and see nothing but looks of shock.
Then Blond Boy (aka Cloud) speaks up. "Yes. But the ones we normally see don't talk." I look at them surprised.
Really? Well what the hell kinda corpses do you see?
Dead ones. Cid muttered, his mouth
IIIIt had been three days to date since Jim's little show.III2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian was waiting for Moriarty's return. He would continue forth with his daily routine, constantly expecting Jim to sidle up alongside him with that grin of his, hat pulled down low over his sunglass clad eyes, a hand tugging on Seb's arm, dragging him home, giving him a new assignment.
It had been three weeks to date since Jim's little feature.
Sebastian wasn't worried yet. Why should he be? His boss would do this quite frequently, vanishing for months at a time on some sudden whim of his fancy. Whether it was to take down a target or because a new hobby had captured his interest for a short period, sending him dancing around the globe to collect them all.
It had been three months to date since Jim's little exposé.
Sebastian still wasn't worried about his boss, but there was this feeling in the pit of his stomach, much like a lead ball weighing him down.
He made certain to jog by Jim's