A Brilliant PlanTigress came into the kitchen, knowing she would more than likely find Po. Master Shifu was awaiting them all for their usual afternoon training and Po was the only one that hadn't shown up yet. As she expected, he was there. He was standing in front of a boiling pot of water with a bag of rice in one of his hands.A Brilliant Plan4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Po, what are you doing?" He jumped a little, startled by her sudden presence, but quickly realized who it was.
"Whoa, you really enjoy doing that prowling thing don't you?" he said turning around to look at her. She smirked slightly, betraying that she did take some pride in being able to prowl silently. "I just thought I'd cook a little snack before training and…"
"Training is now," she cut him off.
"What? Training is…now?" Po brought his hand to his face, feeling like an idiot as he did. "Really? I could have sworn there was at least like thirty minutes left before Shifu wanted us. Man, he's going to kill me for being late again."
"Maybe not kill you," Tigre
That BoyYou were the boy in the house next door who made me wish I'd never been born.That Boy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
More accurately, that you'd never been born.
You were the boy with the stupid red shirt
And the stupid stuffed tiger
And your stupid clubhouse
That I was not allowed to enter.
You were the boy who brought snail sandwiches to lunch.
You were the boy who'd run off screaming during class.
You were the boy who'd always make me cry
Though I'd never admit it.
You were the boy I was sure would never grow up.
You were the boy who sent me dead flowers on Valentine's Day.
You were the boy I dearly wished would be my friend.
You were the boy who was always shorter than me
Until you got taller than me
And I wasn't sure what to think.
You were the boy who'd ring my doorbell
And hit me in the face with a snowball
And laugh like a hyena.
You were the boy who could write better
Than any other boy in our third grade class.
You got a ribbon for that story
You were the boy who remembered my birthday
Even when no one e
FMA: A Valentine's WithoutThe February air nipped at those unlucky enough to be outdoors. The slushy, melting snow lingered at the sidewalk edges and clung to the branches of bushes and trees. The flower and chocolate shops were seeing a lot of last-minute business. It was a nice enough day with a crisp blue sky filled with wispy clouds.FMA: A Valentine's Without3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Can we get white roses, Mommy? Can we?"
"Of course, dear."
The florist smiled at the mother and daughter, wrapping a bouquet of white roses for the little girl. He pointed at a rack of ribbons, "Which ribbon would you like?" he asked the little girl.
"The red one!"
He chuckled at the little brunette's enthusiasm, pulling a length of the wine-red ribbon from its spool and cutting it. He tied a firm ribbon around the bouquet and gave the price for the whole thing.
The mother paid for the flowers while the florist handed the bouquet to the little girl. "These are for my Daddy!" the little girl smiled, "For Valentine's! He's a hero!" the little girl said. Her mother's smile became
T005:: RotSaliva dribbled from her lips, mingling with the fresh blood dripping from her chin. She ate rather quietly, nibbling on the fingertips. The young girl treated the hand gently. Delicately, even. She licked it up and down before softly pressing her teeth down on the bright, fair flesh. Softly, at first, then harder and harder until the skin burst and scarlet lukewarm fluids rushed into her mouth and flowed serenely down her parched throat.T005:: Rot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her face caked with blood and matted black hair shielding her eyes of an unknown colour. Hunched over, scrawny and weak-looking. Enveloped thinly, everywhere really, in glossy red film of a kind. Anyone, seeing the sight and hearing the sounds that she made coming from a dead-end alley, would have hurried on their way, frightened of becoming the witness to a rape or worse: a murder.
But one man stopped. He cocked his head and listened, his sharp ears picking up more than the usual passers-by. Licking, biting, chomping, chewing... devouring. He did not
Kozmotis PitchinerHis name is Pitch Black,Kozmotis Pitchiner2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And scaring is his game,
But he used to go by,
A very different name
Was his past name,
Some people wonder,
“Why is it not the same?”
He was a strong General,
Who protected the Golden Age,
And was once a guard,
Of the Fearling’s cage
The Fearlings pleaded and begged,
For Kozmotis to let them go,
But the General shook his head,
And simply said, “No.”
The General would grow weary,
Of doing this every day,
But a silver locket with a picture of his daughter,
Made everything okay
The Fearlings caught sight,
Of the locket in Pitchiner’s hand,
And started to unfold,
A dastardly plan
On a particular day,
Kozmotis was weary,
And what he heard next,
Made him almost grow teary
His daughters voice echoed from the cage,
She screamed and she shout,
“The Fearlings have caught me,
Please let me out!”
Before he knew,
What he was doing,
He opened the cage,
And started his own undoing
The Fearlings flew out,
Everything You EverHere lies everything,Everything You Ever4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world I wanted at my feet
So what now?
You lie there.
You lie still.
You lie lifeless
My victory's complete
So hail to the king
For I have won at last
My success has arrived
My wish has been lies
My hopes within reach
(Everything you ever...)
I don't know.
I don't care.
I don't want to.
Arise and sing
For your beautiful hopes.
Your useless efforts
Your hopeless endeavour
Your naive dreams
So your world benign
So you think justice has a voice
And yet "Justice" destroyed you
"Justice" pulled the trigger.
"Justice" ended you, not I.
"Justice" did nothing as you left.
And we all have a choice
Well, now your world is mine
Let "Evil" parade as it will
"Evil" will destroy your home
"Evil" shall end what "Justice" began
"Evil" will suck your world dry
(Everything you ever...)
It doesn't concern me
It doesn't matter
It can't matter anymore
And I am fine
Like you, I can no longer tu
Heartbeat of LonelinessHe always had a photo on hand. His wallet was bursting with a million or more candid snapshots. There were always two tiny angels in his pocket, laughing so loudly that he couldn't hear the gunshots echoing around him during the late nights he spent alone in his office.Heartbeat of Loneliness4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But they could never stop the bullets. They only drowned out the noise.
Happiness is never enough to stop the night from coming.
He hated the way books falling onto the floor all the way on the other side of the room sounded like buildings falling in the midnight silence.
There were so many books in the corner, all sprawled out, one on top of the other. The Elric boys had left them there.
Hughes had insisted that they get some rest after watching Edward fight to keep his eyes open for ten or twenty minutes. He told them they didn't have to clean up, insisted they just leave the books in the corner. Edward smiled a small strange smile that spoke of years he hadn't lived. He wondered if the boy couldn't dream, if all of h
Farewells"Wimp."Farewells3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hah! Pathetic little brat!"
"You call that fighting?! Don't make me laugh, shrimp!"
Shut up. All of you.
"It's fine... don't worry."
"They'll realize their mistake soon. Don't cry, dear."
"Shhh... it's fine. Everything's fine."
I'm not crying, mother. Not anymore. I'm not going to wait, either. I'll make them realize their mistakes. I promise.
"Stand up for yourself. Don't hide behind others."
Is that all you have to say, father? Fine. I wasn't expecting much, anyway.
Nikolai sighed and adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. Finally. The day he'd been waiting for his whole life was finally here. He was leaving his home to join the army. He smiled when a small sound came from his feet.
"You ready for this, Solace?" he asked, crouching down to pet the Vulpix on the head. The Vulpix in question leaned into his touch, whining in pleasure. She shook his hand off when she thought he was simply
14. Smile"Staaaaaaaaaare..."14. Smile4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Gareki attempted to ignore the annoying blonde man who was persistently staring at him while he ate, but, of course, when your opponent is Yogi, resistance is futile. Gareki sighed and put down his fork. "What do you want?" he asked.
Yogi continued examining Gareki as though he were some sort of lab specimen. "Your face..."
"What about it?"
"I was just wondering if it contains the muscles necessary to smile," Yogi said as he leaned back in his chair, the aforementioned expression playing on his lips.
Gareki rolled his eyes. "Do I look like I'm missing muscles in my face? Besides, I do smile, just not for an idiot like you."
"You smirk. I've seen that. But there's a difference. A smirk is more cynical, and a smile is happy."
"Thank you for that marvelous description professor," Gareki said sarcastically, clapping. "Now please leave and allow me to enjoy my meal in peace."
"Hm..." Yogi absentmindedly tapped his spoon on his already clean plate as he pondered th
WaitingIf I disappeared from this earthWaiting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would anyone wait for me?
If I let them down again and again
Would they still be there?
If I returned to their sides
Would they still believe in me?
If I told them I'm sorry
Would they forgive me?
If I came back and found no one
Would I break down and cry?
If I found a barren empty plain
Would I simply accept with no surprise?
If I waited for the ones I care for
Would I be overjoyed when they returned?
If they finally showed over the horizon
Would I welcome them with open arms?
If they returned by my side
Would I turn them away?
If they begged for forgiveness
Would I leave them to rot?
If they came back and found me
Would they be thankful to me?
If I waited for them for years
Would it mean I trusted them?
If decades passed
Would we still remember each other?
If we lost contact long ago
Would we still wait for one another?
Yours Truly, ByakuyaThe following story is supposed to read like an entry from Byakuya's journal. Yes, he does have one. XD I'm not shipping anybody here, so feel free to interpret as you like. Enjoy!Yours Truly, Byakuya6 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Ah, I fear I may have made a minor social blunder this afternoonthough perhaps that is an outrageous understatement of the gravity of my situation. In my defense, Ill have you know that it is not remotely within my character to ascribe worth to the usually petty social events that populate Seireitei on the usual Saturday. To name a few, drinking parties hosted by the 9th and 10th division lieutenants, wild nights that commence in downtown Seireitei bars and conclude in the 8th division headquarters, and brawls that radiate from the 11th division headquarters fill the routine social calendar. Call me cold or impersonal or perhaps the antithesis of a social butterfly, but I cannot bring myself to indulge fully in such frivolous events.
Im the type, I su
It'll Be OkayShe met him every day at the same place and at the same time. She worked downtown with an organization that took the entire fourteenth floor of one of the city's many skyscrapers and it was on the roof of said building that she met him each and every day.It'll Be Okay4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She never wondered why he came to meet her and she never asked. To be honest, she didn't want to know. All she knew was that she stepped onto the roof at five AM sharp, showing up early for her shift in the hopes that she would see him, and he was always there, standing on the ledge with his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched the sunrise, waiting patientlyalways so patientlyfor her.
This day was no exception. Despite how early it was, it was surprisingly warm out, so she hadn't bothered with a jacket and she was glad she hadn't when she laid eyes on his blond hair, his broad, toned back. She hoped she looked even slightly close to how beautiful he appeared to be. She stepped closer to him and he gave no acknowledgem
Nomster Show: VariaNomster Show: Varia4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Me- Hi Hi! And Welcome to the Nomster Show!! It brings me great pleasure to interview Vongola's Secret Assassination squad! Please put your hands together for the "Varia"!!
Audience- *Cheers & fan girl screams* ( They love the Nomster show XD )
Me- Haha! Alright, let's get started. Everyone please take your sea.. ts.. um, Excuse me! Your sitting in my cha--
Xanxus- Shut up, Scum.
Me- o.o um.. Excuse me, but that's MY chair. There are plenty of other chairs, just for you and the rest of your group! Inner self: Kowakunai yo!
Xanxus- .. . This chair's comfortable, I like it. *death glare*
Me- Gah! alright! It's all yours! Jeez--
Me- O.O is there a problem Squ-Chan?
Squalo- Vooi!! Why is my chair so close to this damned boss?!
Me- *Sigh* would you like me to move the chair for you?
Squalo- Voii, no.. no thanks.
Me- Mhm.. Wheres the others?
Lussuria- Ahhh! Look at all the lovely young men.. I mean ladies here to see me!! Muah~ I love you all~ <3
Worth It"Imagineering is a fickle thing."Worth It3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur nodded, his voice box yet to be installed. The automaton listened intently as his master worked on his right arm on the opposite side of the table.For some reason or other, his master had placed a panel over the wrist before attaching the hand there. He didn't question the reason behind it. How he was to be was up to his master.
"You have to see what you want and pretend it's there. You have to understand what it is that you want. The shape, size, colour, height, weight, texture and everything in between. You need to know all of this."
Another nod. His master smiled at him and walked over, resting a hand over the panel showing Arthur's heart.
"I don't have this ability, Arthur. But you do. Use it. You're a jester. You bring joy to others. Use your magic for that."
A faint tingling sensation registered in Arthur's brain and he looked down. Though only his head, torso and right arm were complete and attached, he was already learning. Wit
WordsWeak.Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all they are.
Stupid, fragile, completely meaningless.
What are they?
Different noises shoved together
in a horrible pattern
They can't do anything.
They can't kill.
They can't hurt.
They can't revive the dead.
They can't heal.
That's what they are.
Strong, intelligent, brimming with meaning
What are they?
Chords strung together
into a beautiful tune
They can do anything.
They can kill.
They can hurt.
They can revive the dead.
They can heal.
Poisoning minds and clearing the thoughts.
Telling fantastic tales yet giving away nothing.
Smashing hearts and piecing them together.
Slaying hope yet bringing it to blossom.
Tearing down dreams and filling them with life.
That is what words are.
Meds for One Work for TwoSeireitei takes a breather after an unforeseen incident, and Ukitake must face a new medicine--with some not-so-appreciated help from Unohana. Humor. No pairings, but Ukitake/Unohana if you want to see it that way. Enjoy!Meds for One Work for Two7 years ago in Humor More Like This
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A lovely summer day had dawned over Seireitei, refreshing in its own right. Business as usual for the Gotei 13 was currently suspendedafter yesterdays explosion in the research center was finally contained in the early hours of the morning, every shinigami had fully engaged him or herself in the rescue and repairs, working themselves to the bone to keep up with the frantic pace of things. So today had been informally declared a rest and recovery day for the squads to rebuild and reorganize themselves, as well as take some much-needed downtime.
Byakuya was stalking about his mansion in noble silence; Shunsui was lazing about on the roof of the 8th Division, occasionally harassing Nanao-chan; Komamura was attempting
Bleach at the Beach "Yo Baldy, you better put some sunscreen on under your wig or you're gonna have a nasty burn tomorrow." Hiyori flicked the sunscreen at the Vizard and went back to her sandcastle.Bleach at the Beach7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hirako grabbed the sunscreen (SPF 30) and squirted most of it into the sand, despite Hinamori and Rangiku's squeals of protest.
"I don't wear a wig. This hair is perfectly natural." Hirako patted the top of his head. "You're just jealous."
"Yeah, right." Hiyori scoffed, taking off her white T-shirt to reveal a plain black onepiece swimsuit.
"Come on, Rukia!"
Together, they ran screaming into the ocean, hand-in-hand.
"Soi Fon! Soi Fon!"
The second division Captain screamed in protest as Yoruichi dumped a bucket of sand over her.
"You witch!" she spat.
Yoruichi shrugged. "Just clear it off with your spiritual energy
ContentmentDarkness.Contentment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It clawed at the soul,
Ripping and tearing,
The pieces were slowly and painfully being shred away.
All there was was the pain.
The desperate want and need
Gnawing away at the body,
At the mind.
Sparks of light were quickly snuffed out,
Too short to have any reprieve from it.
The screaming started,
The endless, hollow sobbing that echoed,
Reverberating through the darkness,
Making even the air shudder with the pain and sorrow layered in the sounds.
The coldness seeping deep to the core,
Setting everything apart from the pain,
Though it was still etched in the mind.
For what felt like ages was the cold,
A small spark,
A flame of hope.
Wary grab around this beautiful heat.
There's light everywhere,
The spirit slowly pulling itself back together.
See the hands?
Instinctively knowing they're yours,
But it's alri
Diary of a Madman August 16thJune 20, 1979Diary of a Madman August 16th5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To anyone who reads this,
I am lost in the woods. Todd attacked me and if I don't make it out of here alive then he has also killed me.
He's crazy. We woke up in the middle of the night and I heard a wolf howl. It scared me. I told Todd that I was scared and we need to go home; but he wouldn't listen. The howling got louder and I started to cry. He looked into my eyes and I told him, 'I want to go home. I want to be with my family.' He snapped, I saw it in his eyes.
He hit me over the head with a rock. I'm bleeding and I am getting a bit dizzy. I just want to you to know that I love you mom. I love you too, dad and I am sorry.
I spent the whole day writing. I tried to get those notes out of my head. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Then... someone knocked on the door. I assumed it was Vanessa. I just sat there typing away. I closed the blinds and stayed in my robe. I keep thinking about how I knew it was me who wrote those notes. It didn't even look li
Origin of SongHis steps were nearly unheard in the great forest as he moved swiftly through the trees, his breath coming in uneven, heavy pants. His black hair was slick with wet mud, his face caked with dirt. His white shirt was smeared with blacks and browns and reds? How curious. Perhaps a bit of red clay? He had seen some earlier, by the river. Yes. Perhaps from thereOrigin of Song5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At last, the boy reached a clearing and stopped to catch his breath. His posture slacked but his eyes were continually locked on the place from whence he had run from, among the bushes and other greenery. All was calm. And all was silent. Nearly.
A great roar erupted throughout the area, causing the young boy to flinch. He bit his lip nervously as the quiet returned. No birds were singing. Not a fly was to be a seen in the thick of the jungle that day. But of course. There never would be. He was the only one left. And, as the only one left, he found it his responsibility his sworn promise to thi
Diary of a Madman August 21stAugust 21st,Diary of a Madman August 21st5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Diary, it is getting late. The hunger is tearing me apart. I must kill that old lady; but I'm just falling apart. My stomach hurts. My eyes burn and the headache I have won't go away. I feel like I am slowly become him. When I look in the mirror, he smiles back at me. When I fall asleep, he forces me stay up. He won't let me eat; he won't let me do anything but write.
My fingers are dripping in blood. My eyes are dripping with tears. My head is dripping in sweat. My mind is dripping with insanity. The walls drip with words.
I know everything. I feel everything. I don't know when this started but it must have been when he killed Sarah. I broke into two people. At first I was the innocent one until he slowly forced his hunger into my mind. Over the years I controlled it pretty well. I only killed two women in college. After that it was usually wives or young single women who had easy routines. I killed them to keep him
Bleach Bloopers Ep.1Bleach Bloopers: Episodes 1Bleach Bloopers Ep.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(episode 1 scene: Street scene AKA: First time I saw a holllow)
Ichigo: Woah ..... she's pretty.... Did I just say that out loud?!
Rukia: Yes, yes you did, and uinfourtinatly that was NOT the line! *glares at him*
Ichigo: *blushes* Ooopse
Rukia: Yeah 'oopse'! Now I have to do that entire thing over again because you can't keep your thoughts to yourself! I'm starting to wonder how you'll make it in this buisness
Ichigo: .... Ya' no Rukia.... I can DEFINATLY play out wanting to kill you...
(episode 1 scene: The Kick scene)
Rukia: You kicked me! But I- ow, you actually kicked me! Ow!
Ichigo: I did? Ooopse, sorry 'bout that
Rukia: You are really NOT good at this! >
And This is Why..."There is NO way you're making me go in there." Road crossed her arms and stared up at her ADD dad."Not with you. No freaking way."And This is Why...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course, Sherrill was referring to the haunted house at the carnival that came almost EVERY year. Yet this was the first year that, not that he's been to the carnival, but the first year he had even gathered up the courage to go in the haunted house.
...And he wanted to bring Road with him.
"Roooad~!" Sherrill whined, clapping his hands together like an anxious first-grader. "This will be the only time we can spend Daddy-Daughter tiiiime!"
Road blinked. "We do that EVERY weekend!" She turned on her heels. "I'm not going in there."
Sherrill frowned. "Fine then. I'll have to use force."
He picked up Road by her arms and threw her over his shoulder.
"Nooo!" Road flailed. "Put me dowwwn!" She looked at a guy eating a funnel cake and yelled, "HELP! This strange man is trying to rape me! Call the police!"
The guy quickly nodded, flung the funnel cake aside, an