Another Quirk"C'mon, Blaire," said Prosper. "Just one more time, I promise."Another Quirk6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blaire crossed her arms and shook her head stubbornly at him. She'd been humiliated enough by this stupid "lesson" that he'd insisted on having.
"Fine. How about a deal? You try again, and I'll tell you where I got this scar." Prosper said, pointing to his eyebrow and holding out the soccer ball with his other hand. Blaire bit her lip. She was sick of looking like an idiot...but she really wanted to know where that scar came from. She had asked him a million times already, but he would just grin at her and change the subject. She huffed irritably and blew her bangs out of her face.
"You'll really tell me?" She asked finally.
"No... but I'll give you a clue." He said, smirking at her in that infuriating way of his.
"Should've known." She muttered to herself. She sighed when she saw him still smirking at her, but they both knew she would give in, just as they both knew that Prosper's "clue" would proba
Not a Cougar!(DenmarkxOlder!Reader pt 1)"Hey there hot stuff. Do you believe in love at first site or should I walk by again?"Not a Cougar!(DenmarkxOlder!Reader pt 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ugh, Mathias, not now, I don't have time for your games. I'm really swamped." You groaned at the boisterous Dane. He sat on the corner of your desk, leaning towards you. His blond hair going every which way. You wondered how he got it to stay that way.
"If you need help, I'd be happy to give it to you." he said with a wink. You couldn't help but facepalm at the young man's reply.
"Mathias, please, you're gonna get me in trouble. AGAIN. Please, just go away and let me do my work." You begged from behind your desk.
"Kohler! Leave her alone and back to your station." your supervisor yelled.
"Oops, gotta go, see you at lunch, beautiful." he smiled as he quickly walked back to his cubicle.
You sighed and placed your head on your desk with a heavy sigh.
"He bugging you again?" your supervisor asked.
"Yea, I don't get him. No matter how many times I tell him no, he just keeps at it. I mean, I'm
Half-Blood High Ch.1Hi. My name is Percy Jackson. I was thirteen and had lived a mostly average life until...that day.Half-Blood High Ch.14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Anyway about my life. Like I said it was mostly average, with a few exceptions. For example my Mom met my Dad when she was only seventeen. Life had been pretty hard on her before that. Her parents died in a plane wreck when she was only five and she ended up living with her Uncle. Her Uncle wasn't all that bad, actually he was like a dad to her all the way up to high school when, unfortunately, he caught cancer. He died a few months after, leaving my Mom with no money, High School diploma, or a job.
My Mom's first lucky break was when she met my Dad and they fell in love. She got pregnant with me shortly after and before my Dad got a chance to see me he went on a sea voyage and...well he never came back. Mom always insisted that he was just lost, not dead, lost.
You'd think everything would go down hill from there but actually the opposite happened. When I was three years old Mom saved en
60 Ways to Survive a Horror MovieHow to Survive a Horror Movie60 Ways to Survive a Horror Movie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Do not have sex. Having sex is basically signing your own death certificate.
2. If you're either blond, big boobed, refuse to wear a bra, or all of the above, you're going to get killed, usually when you're fucking your boyfriend (who will also be killed, might I add.)
3. Never joke around and play pranks, because when you're really in trouble no one will believe you or care.
4. Don't go to the toilet at night, especially if it's an outside one, or if you're wear no or minimal clothes.
5. Same goes for showers, whether they're outside or not. Not only will you be unable to defend yourself, you will also die naked, which can be kinda embarrassing, and awkward for whoever finds you. Besides, who knows what the killer does with the body… *Shudder*
6. If you're running away, which you will be, make sure you're wearing proper shoes. High heels or bare feet usually end up in tears. And blood. A lot of blood.
7. Also, if you're running, never look beh
Percabeth ch. 10Percy's PoV.Percabeth ch. 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't even remember when I start to wake up. All I know is that somebody is feeding me ambrosia. Maybe nectar?
"What happened?" I rasp out.
"Shh!" She shushes. "You were attacked. It was scary and you better stay in bed, now. Don't use too much energy!" Annabeth, I immediately recognize.
"You you look.. pretty." I say. I can't hold it in. Even though she's a bit blurry now, I know she's pretty because she's always been pretty.
"Percy, shut up." She says, forcing another spoon of something into my mouth. This spoonful doesn't taste like ambrosia or nectar and I start to spit it out. My vision clears, and I'm no longer dizzy.
"What the hell was that?" I yell. She smiles.
"Just something " I glare.
"Never do that again."
"Whatever you say."
"So what happened?" I ask. Her smile fades and she drops her head, frowning. She plays with her hands and refuses to look at me.
"Something attacked you. Nobody saw exactly what it was because it came really fast. But we know
Why? Why Do You Love Me?Afternoon sunlight beamed warmly through an open window in Athena cabin on a typical summer day. Book cracked open on her lap; Annabeth sighed and looked up from reading about the Judgment of Paris. None of the information she was reading about was being retained. Her mind kept drifting to what Percy whispered to her last night in the Dining Hall when he snuck away from his table on his way back from burning his offerings for the gods: "Meet me by the Canoe Lake tomorrow night, midnight."Why? Why Do You Love Me?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
What crazy idea did he have planned? Her birthday already passed, so he couldn't have been planning a birthday surprise. August eighteenth is their two year anniversary, but that's not for another month.
"What's going through your head, Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth asked herself, closing her book.
Annabeth leaned back against the wall beside her bed and started to let her thoughts overcome her mind.
One, four letter name came crept into her head. She clamped her mouth shut, thinking solely about t
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 20Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 203 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 20 Scorpius
"Oh my God, his arm. Oh Merlin, his arm!"
"His arm? Look at all of 'im! He's like a stick figure drawn by a toddler!"
"Move! Move! Move! Do you really think he's comfortable with all of you just inches from him?!" Madam Pumphrey.
"Er, that means we win, right?" Scamander. Didn't matter which one.
"Lorcan! What the hell?!" Albus. And the prior was Lorcan, now.
"What?! It's something I'm curious about!" Damn you, Lorcan.
"Okay! All of you! Out, out, out!" I could hear forced shuffling of feet. Madam Pumphrey was such a hard ass, and yet she was the medic here. I would've shrugged if I could. She's the only one capable of doing what she does.
"WhaWait, Madam Pumphrey! Can't I--?!"
"No! All of you, out!" Before I heard the door slam, she muttered something, and a pair of feet walked back onto the tile of the room. A chair screeched a bit as the person scooted it closer to me.
"Hey Hey, Scorpius. You awake?" Albus asked. I wa
PercyXAnnabeth 4''wake up Annabeth....Annabeth! ANNABETH!!!!" I heard my sister yell...I looked at the time. "I'm gonna get changed and go hang with my boyfriend!"PercyXAnnabeth 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yeah! Percy and I got together at Spin the bottle!"
"You guys didn't play spin the bottle yet!"
"Thats what your gonna be late for!"
"Ohhh....Uh...." I blushed I basically just admited my love toward Percy!
"You better run!" she said. I changed fast. Brushed my hair (leaving it down) and sprinted out the door. I hit someone and fell face first on the grass. Someone knelt down next to me to help me up! My vision was blurry and the only thing I could make out was a pair of seagreen eyes gazing down at me!
"Annabeth? You ok?" Percy asked
"Umm...yeah! Help me up!"
"Sure!!!" He grabbed my waist and hoisted me up.
"Your hair's down!" he noticed.
"It looks" he blushed "Pretty" I smiled!
"Thanks! You clean up well too!"
"Ready for truth or dare?" he asked.
"No, But Thalia is forcing me to go!"
Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 3Two People:Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 33 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Friend and an Outlaw
You opened your eyes slowly and hazily. The buckskin wall of a tent immediately pervaded your vision, and a soft linen blanket rested lightly over your skin against the cold desert night. For a moment you wondered where you were, but then the memory of slaughter and kidnapping filled your mind, and you held very still. To your surprise, you weren't tied up, but you could hear the voices of the same criminals that had raided the manor cheering outside. You held back tears, and felt angry betrayal well up forcefully in your chest. You hadn't known the murdered slaves well, but that didn't change the fact that they'd had lives and families and feelings, not to mention the fact it was your childhood rescue-ee that had done it. The laments were abruptly cut off by a rude hand on your chin, jerking it towards two cold lilac eyes.
"If you're going to pretend to be asleep, at least keep an even breathing rate," he chided mockingly with a cruel
Forbidden Love...Forbidden Love...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you
Je t'aime, mais tu ne m'aimes pas
I love you, but you dont love me
Notre amour est interdit
Our love is forbidden
mais je ne m'inquiète pas
But I dont care
I love you
...et c'est tout ce qui compte
...and thats all that matters
Lonely for a Reason: Prequel to SeekingEDITED August 4, 2012Lonely for a Reason: Prequel to Seeking3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Being Other, immortal, magic, Fae, arcane. Jareth wearied of those descriptors. He was, in fact, Other from Other. True, he was a magical being, in contrast to those creatures without any magic. He was immortal, with little likelihood of dying. Arcane, certainly not mundane. Fae well that's a more difficult distinction. Not Elven, nor dwarven, nor faerie, fiery, goblin, or anything else.
Even among a category of beings, he was unique, and thus, alone.
Lonely because he ruled the Goblin Kingdom, and few of his equals relished the constant tumult inherent within a population of those having the wisdom of over-tired three-year-olds who were coming down off of a sugar rush.
There were Fae, Elven, and other beings of comparable intellectual, magical, or other abilities within his Realm. Some could match him in games of skill or amusement, and one or two could best him in a limerick challenge. He relished the occasional debate or even flat-out argument among these
A Normal Date? Unlikely....****Excerpt from a fanfiction I'm writing with my friend. I know they may be a little OOC, but my laziness kicks in and I don't proof read. Percy and Annabeth are in San Francisco and Thorn the manticore is back working for a mysterious master. He caused an explosion, putting Mr. Chase in the hospital. The girl Payton is a flirty empousa Percabeth met on the train to San Francisco and she completely ignored the fact Percy has a girlfriend. Before this part Percy and Annabeth stop in the Intercontinental hotel and get directions from a lady named Tammi. Percy realizes that the empousa he fought at his freshman orientation was named Tammi, but that's crazy that she reformed that fast . . . or is it?****A Normal Date? Unlikely....4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Percy and Annabeth took a nice stroll on the way to the Chase's house. Annabeth thankfully still remembered where her house was and lead Percy to it the long way home. In the mean time they passed by a vacant club named 'Fahrenheit' with a security guard out in front, fixing his
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 5Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 5 - Rose
I was late to Herbology. The second time I had been late to that class in all my time at Hogwarts (the first time being in my second year, when two girls decided to turn my alarm off to be "funny"). Nevill--I mean, Professor Longbottom--noticed. He asked me to stay after, quickly sending a note to Professor Trelawney, although she probably "saw it coming" with her "Sight."
"You can sit, Rose," he said. He didn't have to ask me twice. My body was still tired from last night. I plopped into a chair heavily.
"What's going on, Rose?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I just had a rough night last night I rough night." My answer was fine until I thought I needed to explain myself more. Damn me and my overanalyzing flaw.
"Would you like to elaborate?" he said after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"Er it might be good if you did." Neville gave me a look that it seems only parents can pull off perfectly. It's made it convince someone to
Percabeth Challenge 1: YesPercabeth Challenge 1: Yes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Percy sat on the edge of the dock, though he had grown much taller since he'd last sat here, his feet now submerged in the water instead of dangling over it like before. He kicked at the fish that came to him in recognition, but they didn't swim off. They didn't even flinch, as if they knew he wasn't actually going to kick them or hurt them in anyway, but it was something to deal with his anxiety. She was late.
They had been to the small dock many times before. It was where they went when they wanted to be alone, at first just to enjoy each other, and then it seemed there was something else, but it never occurred like he'd hoped. He angrily threw another flower petal at the water, although this action made him look more like a child than a seriously frustrated young man.
He practically jumped into the water at the sound of her voice, but somehow kept his balance as she stepped onto the wood hesitantly, keeping her eyes on her bare feet. He couldn't speak. Her
Only a Dream 15As her comment hit the Goblin King, his cape came back with startling force, though now his face was bright red instead of lividly pale. Glitter puffed off him in clouds, and he snorted like an affronted bull.Only a Dream 154 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Okay...so maybe not like Tinkerbell, then..." Sarah knew when to retreat. Usually. However, she couldn't resist adding, "Granted, if you've ever seen the Disney version, you do share a few simil-"
He cut her off with one word, "Mother!"
Looking around quickly, Sarah demanded, "Where?!"
"You sound just like her..."
"You did not just tell me that I remind you of your mother! There is no way I am anything like that evil ice queen! Take it back or so help me I'll find a way to put some of the Bog in your now sparkly bathtub!" Her voice had gotten so brittle it could have cracked if you dropped it.
"See see see?!" Jareth had raised his hand and was now pointing at her.
"Don't 'See see see' me!" Sarah stalked towards him and he backed up until he hit
Every Breath You TakeI HAD to write this. It was just within me after reading some fanfics. Takes place 12 years after TLO but like THoO never happened. So they'd be like, 28.Every Breath You Take3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Percy watched her chest move up and down with her breathing. Her rhythm matched his. A smile crept unto his face. He remembered all the fighting, and he was enjoying the peace that came after. Her stomach was starting to form the bump that would disappear in a couple of months. They had spent all last night looking at the name book. The room was already prepared, pink owls decorated the walls and a few pieces of white furniture were scattered around the floor. Annabeth had stayed up late on her designs for the new mall they'd commissioned to her.
Percy leaned down and kissed her lips softly. He repeated this several times. His sea green eyes were filled with love for the woman who h
Only a Dream 12The first sneeze didn't overly bother Jareth. Or the second. However, by the sixth, he began to get just a little suspicious. By that point, he was glad Erik was at a meeting for the college's music faculty. If he had been present, the large amount of glitter each sneeze brought with it would have sent him into fits. The masked man just couldn't appreciate the stuffOnly a Dream 124 years ago in Romance More Like This
However, James Norrington, who was working on something a few feet away, did his best to take Erik's place. "What in the world?" He exclaimed after the eight attack sent glitter into his face.
Jareth's only response was another resounding "Achoo!"
"For the love of Someone's having a great time talking about you, aren't they?" The Englishman picked up the stack of papers and shook them, watching copious amounts of glitter fall out.
If James had been paying attention, he would have seen Jareth's mismatched eyes fly wide, right before another sneeze grabbed him. This time, he nearly shot off the couch, it w
Eyes That Watch MeEyes that watch me,Eyes That Watch Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes that don't.
Eyes that follow me,
eyes that won't.
Eyes in my family and
eyes in my friends.
Eyes in nature that
never seem to end.
Eyes that watch every move I make,
every breath I take,
every word I utter and mutter and stutter.
Eyes that judge me, love me and hate me;
Eyes that fear me, loathe me, pity me;
Eyes that want to be me and curse me for existing.
But the eyes that watch me the most,
always the most critical,
are the eyes that
When I Was a ChildWhen I was a childWhen I Was a Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the eye.
I have learned that this is a bitter place
Painted colours by my madness,
Where errant and airy thoughts drift by
Whose wings I have lit on fire.
I am still a child,
But I am a hollow, broken thing
With frightened, suffering eyes.
Still, my mind is pleading
That my heart will soon stop beating,
But somehow I survive.
I still he
EvieIt started with the falling flowers. Evie sat on the small balcony's balustrade and watched the red petals drift down to the street. They were the only color on the gray asphalt, surrounded by lighter gray walls under a cloudy sky.Evie1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Like diamonds, Evie thought, or drops of blood.
Her feet dangled in the air, five stories above the ground. Her parents always told her not to sit on the balustrade like that – you'll break your neck one of these days – but when she was alone, Evie did it nonetheless. Hour after hour, day after day.
Only the old man living in the flat above would accompany her, though he probably didn't even know that she was there. Humming, he would water his flowers, pluck off dead leaves, put them from the shade into the sun and back again. Every day, until now.
Now, the red petals were falling, and Evie knew that he was gone.
Hug"Ha! Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"Hug4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It is a gun. But I am also happy to see you."
"...I knew it was a gun, Rich. I was making a joke, you know? Because your gun was sticking out like- oh, nevermind. You friggin' aliens will never get the joke."
"You could try the line again? I will laugh this time."
"No. It's ruined now."
"Is that why you are upset, then?"
"I'm not upset. It just would've been a good joke."
"You are upset. Your symptoms show it."
"Gah- I told you to stop doing that! You don't need to know my body temperature or metabolism at the moment or whatever the heck you were looking for. Stop using your weird power things."
"They are not weird."
"Maybe not on Mars."
"I didn't come from Mars."
"You know what I mean!"
"Sometimes I am not sure, little earthling."
"Seriously. Don't call me that."
"I have nothing else to call you, since you stated that you preferred me not to call you Elizabeth Sandra Lener."
"That's my full name. Just call me Liz. D
Falling - Ch 1 - Labyrinth fanficFalling - Ch 1 - Labyrinth fanfic3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Their celebration insulted and infuriated him. How dare his subjects fête his defeat by this mortal girl. A woman child hardly able to understand the dire ramifications of her deed, yet she heedlessly rejoiced his trouncing without a thought for the future; any futureher friends', her's, and especially not his. In his owl aspect, Jareth watched through Sarah's bedroom window as her group of ridiculously loyal friends cavorted; the gnashing of his beak unnoticed by the shortsighted fools...every last one.
From the precise moment her footsteps paced upon his kingdom's grounds, Jareth perceived a shuddering in the foundation's fabrics. Her immediate and profound effect on his world fascinated and alarmed him. This mortal, this girl: She was different than the previous challengers, and despite his best efforts to impede her (going so far as to offer himself to the stupid chit) he learned how very right his instincts proved. He should have left her banished in
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