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 Plan5 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
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 Without4 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
That BoyYou were the boy in the house next door who made me wish I'd never been born.That Boy6 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
Life Beyond the Living -Ch 1-A story about a boy's journey to knowledge and self-discovery. The questions Riordan left about his little Nico di Angelo will perhaps be answered.Life Beyond the Living -Ch 1-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Go Away!” He yelled. “I hate you! I wish you were dead!”
The ground didn’t swallow me up, but Nico ran down the steps, headed towards the woods. I tried to follow, but I slipped and fell to the icy steps. When I got up, I noticed what I slipped on.
I picked up the god statue Bianca had retrieved from the junkyard for Nico. The only statue he didn’t have, she’d said. A last gift from his sister.
I stared at it with dread, because I now understand why it looked so familiar. I’d seen it before.
It was a statue of Hades, Lord of the Dead.
-Rick Riordan “The Titan’s Curse.”
He ran as if he had death at his heels. His breath was released in tiny puff
Life Beyond the Living -Ch 4-A story about a boy's journey to knowledge and self-discovery. The questions Riordan left about his little Nico di Angelo will perhaps be answered.Life Beyond the Living -Ch 4-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nico stood like a deer in headlights. Before him was his father, the man who had abandoned him and his sister. That god had let Bianca die! Yet, the boy could not find anything to say. Perhaps it was from nerves, or perhaps it was from anger. But what was he to be angry about? After all, he had gotten wanted, after all. He had found his father. That should have been a victory, right? So why did it feel so hollow?
His father sighed softly. He tilted his head slightly to the right. His fingers flexed uneasily. He had the body language of a high instated man in the mists of a tedious situation. Glancing to the women next to him whose earth-tone eyes bored into his skull, Nico could understand. Despite being family, he was not welcomed here. Not with her around.
His father shifted unco
Life Beyond the Living -Ch 3-A story about a boy's journey to knowledge and self-discovery. The questions Riordan left about his little Nico di Angelo will perhaps be answered.Life Beyond the Living -Ch 3-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The door opened to reveal a rather normal-seeming waiting area. To the left there were two low black leather couches, a coffee table with scattered magazines, a few potted trees, and multiple clocks on the wall demonstrating time zones for key cities, including New York, Rome, and Athens. On the wall directly before the door on the far right side was two metal doors closed together, likely being an elevator. To the right of the room was a pedestal that stood higher than the boy.
However, as lovely as the room was, it was the patrons inside that terrified him.
Squeezed together on the couch or randomly scattered around the room were transparent beings. They stood and sat motionlessly and stared off in no particular direction. They were abroad in gender, age, and race. That
Life Beyond the Living -Ch 5-A story about a boy's journey to knowledge and self-discovery. The questions Riordan left about his little Nico di Angelo will perhaps be answered.Life Beyond the Living -Ch 5-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world was like a monochrome English shire. The buildings were old fashioned with traditional pioneer woodwork. The only thing odd about it was that everything was on the greyscale. It was not depressing without colour, in fact; he found it quite interesting but the fact that everything seemed so surreal. He looked down at the cobblestone street which stretched out into a circle of buildings closely built together with small gap pathways in between.
The sky above was the perfect night sky. Shooting stars skated across the sky one right after the other. It reminded him briefly of simple fireworks. The moon was full and glowed like a pale sun that illuminated the dark town.
“She’s excited to meet you.” His escort said aloud. The blond looked up at the
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:: Rot4 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
Wilson Family Holiday ch. 1 'early gift return'Slade Wilson...Wilson Family Holiday ch. 1 'early gift return'3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Rose stood before her Mother's grave, the bag she brought the flowers in hung empty over her shoulder. Fond childhood memories gently surfaced like photographs, lighting the dark void of pain in her chest...Christmas morning Lili would make them all hot chocolate. Herself, Rose, the girls & their children living with them. But Rose always forgot about hers when Lili put on the Santa Clause hat and handed her the first present. Seeing her daughter happy always made Lili smile as if she were watching a precious jewel shine. Rose looked forward to Lili's birthday more than any other day of the year. She'd get so excited she couldnt stop giggling until she gave Lili her present.
These memories provided the only warmth Rose could summon on a day like today. The weather agreed with her, being cloudy, windy and flat out COLD. That cold may very well have been coming from the hole in Rose's heart... or
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
The place stories come from'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.The place stories come from4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited s
FF7:CC The Movie BloopersScene: Zack facing off against Sephiroth in the reactor.FF7:CC The Movie Bloopers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sephiroth! Why did you kill the villagers? Why did you hurt Tifa? Answer me Sephiroth!"
Sephiroth laughed, twitching just barely noticably. "Mother, those people have shown up again. With mother's strength and knowledge she should have been this planet's ruler. But those people... those people... Damn, this thing itches!" He scratched furiously at his head, mussing the long silver hair and pushing it back far enough to show green roots.
Zack winced. "Cut! Do you have to break character so suddenly?"
Iren smiled sheepishly, still scratching his head. "Sorry, but the wig really itches."
Zack sighed. "Okay, let's just try it again from the top."
Scene: Zack and Aerith talking on the playground
Aerith watched as Zack fidgetted in the awkward silence. As she studied him, something caught her attention. "So pretty..."
Zack turned to look at her, caught off guard by the sudden compliment. "The face?"
She smiled. "The eyes
The StargazerThe boy was trembling in fear, eighteen feet above the ground. After a quick glance down, he knew his fears had been fulfilled. They were here.The Stargazer4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been sitting there for hours, grateful for every second he could spend away from them. This spot, hidden between the branches of the highest tree in a three mile radius, was perfect for such purposes, although he knew they'd come looking for him, eventually. But he'd always been so certain that they would never actually find him. In his childish naivety he'd always hoped for the best, he'd always hoped for a place he could finally call home. Pressed against the thick stem, mud all over his face and leaves everywhere else, even in his mouth [they tasted like freedom] he had felt more at home than anywhere else.
Yet, even this safe place would be taken away from him, he realized, as he heard that voice, calling his name. The voice which had made him tremble, scream, suffer and beg for forgiveness for so many times. He started praying, desp
Happy Birthday ByakuyaHappy Birthday Byakuya!Happy Birthday Byakuya6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Byakuya was NOT looking forward to this AT ALL, he was used to having small celebrations, no big deal, that his birthday would go nearly un-noticed, but now that he had a five-year-old daughter that was an impossible mission, he really hadn't expected wat he saw wen he opened the doors to the living room that a disaster was awaiting him, his jaw had nearly dropped wen he saw it, the room was covered in balloons, confetti, and an asorted color of ribbons, "Daddy Daddy!!" Chikai called, "How old are you today?" ".... Very old," he replied, Chikai giggled, "Uncle Ichi says that you're SOOO old that you were born before dirt!" Byakuya hung his head, wen was he going to get the nerve to slaughter that boy in his sleep? Hisanna giggled too, "Well he isn't QUITE that old," and that's wen he recalled wat was stopping him from slaughtering the boy in his sleep, not only was his sister bound to him for eternity, but his wife and child happened to LIKE the boy! "Daddy!!! D
PrayI don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there... Allen said quietly, bent over his small bed in prayer. It was his first time praying, or being exposed to religeon at all. I don't know if you will listen to a humble prayer. The soft locks of deep brown covering his eyes were softer than he had ever remembered them being; Mana had helped him take a bath today, as he was still weak from the cold and illness he had recently picked up. Sickness seemed to hurt him more than anyone else in their small troope. He and others had guessed it was because he hadn't been properly taken care of in never. Only recently had he had other people who could and were willing to take care of him. He had been Mana's 'son' for a year or so, and they decided it was time he looked to religeon.Pray7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They told him bits and pieces of religeons, and let him decide which he wanted to learn about. Christianity was first on the list, and so Allen found himself praying quietly that night,
Roy's PockyRoy's Pocky9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hey! shouted an excited Roy Mustang, barging into the room of his office. Riza sat in her chair with a bored expression, Ed and Winry sitting at the sofa beside it. They finally came!! he announced happily.
Riza stood from her chair and calmly walked over to him. There was a small box in his hands, no bigger than one that holds a small toy. On the top was labeled in a strange inscription. Riza recognized as Japanese writing. The only place she knew who would write in such a language would be the country of Xing.
But what would Roy have with a box from Xing?
Sir? Riza asked curiously.
I ordered this from Xing a LONG time ago! Roy answered for her. How he always knew her thoughts shell never know. I heard of these sweets there that are delicious! More tasty than chocolate here even! he said rushing to his desk. Along the way, he was accidentally tripped by a certain foot
One Big Happy FamilyOne Big Happy, Slightly Crazy and Not Altogether Normal, Family - An Avengers MinificOne Big Happy Family4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sometimes, Steve felt like he was the father of the Avengers, always looking out for the other members, trying to keep them out of too much trouble, and generally keeping things in order. He was the one who kept Thor from smashing coffee mugs, stopped Natasha from strangling the pizza guy with her thighs, and jammed Clint's quiver whenever he threatened to blow up Tony's stuff with his explosive arrows. Needless to say, he was kept busy a lot of the time.
If he was the father, he mused one day, then Bruce was the protective older brother who kept a watchful eye on the others from a distance. He was quiet and reserved most of the time, but if any of them came into harm's way, Steve knew he was there, ready to jump in and protect them if needed.
Clint and Natasha were the unruly twins, constantly bickering yet clearly fond of one another, completely inseparable with all the inside jokes th
Death To Those Who Hate MeDeath to those who hate meDeath To Those Who Hate Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate me for who I am
What I am
But what exactly am I?
I'm just a human.
A small, useless human
One who dreams
Dreams and wishes
Amongst the words of a book
Amongst the images of a comic
Amongst the tales of a game
So why am I hated?
Because I'm different?
Everyone is lost in a book
So why me?
Because I like things
Things that people consider repulsive?
Because I read things
Things people consider sick and mortifying?
Or because..... because?
Whatever the reason
It matters not.
I am who I am
You can't change me.
Not my family
Not my friends.
Only I can change me
But I won't.
Simply because I see no reason to
Therefore I've but one message to all:
Death to those who hate me.
Diary of a Madman August 12thAugust 12thDiary of a Madman August 12th5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can feel it calling.
I drove by Julie's house and noticed a suspicious car parked across the street. I knew for a fact that the Martin's didn't own a similar car. They owned a '76 Silverado.
So I kept driving and I found a nice hidden place to park and then I walked.
I was desperate. I could not keep the cops from stopping me tonight. She needed to die tonight, Diary. I wasn't prepared to use my backup plan but I had no other choice. I walked through a 10 acre yard in the moonlight carrying a filled gas can. The grass was wet and I was leaving footprints. It didn't matter, she has to die.
I broke in through the back door and crept in. The living room window was wide open. It left a perfect view of the staircase leading up to the bedroom on the second floor. The cop outside should be able to see anyone enter her bedroom.
It didn't matter. I poured gasoline throughout the back of the house and lit a match.
I ran, and I ran, until I passed out.
Decor - D. Gray-manJasdebi always waited until the very last opportunity to wrap presents. Their door would be annihilated with wrapping paper, something taped on it warning passersby to steer clear. Box after box would be wrapped twice- first messily by Jasdero, then nicely by Debitt.Decor - D. Gray-man8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The problem wasnt really the presents they wrapped so much as what they wrapped once they finished with the gifts. Leftover wrapping paper simply wouldnt do, according to the twins. The doors were the first things to go, in their room and then on the rest of the upstairs. Rhode could always expect her door to come out looking nice and like a giant present, but Tikis door somehow managed to look like it had mutilated by a butcher with poor taste in patterns and multiple bows tied around it. He had learned long ago that any attempt to rip down the décor would only result in even more disastrous covering, though, so that was how it stayed until Rhode decided to fix it or it was time for the akuma to cle
Diary of a Madman August 3rdDiary of a Madman by L. VeraDiary of a Madman August 3rd5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What a great day. I could not wait to tell you how it went. I went down to check for mail and guess who I saw? Vanessa. I even introduced myself to her. I told her I lived across the hall from her and she apologized for not introducing herself earlier. She was traveling back and forth from her home town, trying to get stuff situated before college started.
She was more beautiful than I imagined. She was working on her master's in English Literature. What a surprise, right? I told her I was a writer and had a couple of books published. We talked for almost an hour. We talked as we walked back to our apartment and she invited me to a party she was having on Friday.
She was really nice and quite beautiful. This may be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Don't worry Diary. You are still my best friend.
I woke up really early today. I decided to go out and buy some new clothes. That's where I met Julie.
Penny for Your ThoughtsI spent my childhood kneeling on the hard wooden floors of a temple located away from the cities and towns. I lived in that temple with my sister until we were old enough that we were sent out of the temple to attend a proper middle school instead of being cared for by the priests there. I should have left by myself, but Sara came with me.Penny for Your Thoughts3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She calls herself Sora now. The twit.
I met Miyabi in high school. Does he remember? Probably not.
His teary face is cute. His angry face is cute. His happy face isn't so cute, but he's still cute. Miyabi is cute.
I don't want him to get bored of me. How do I make this interesting…?
Teasing the person you love sure is fun.
"Miyabi" is written with the characters for "graceful" or "elegant". It doesn't suit him. The slut. He he he...
I want to know everything about him. I know everything about him.
He's mine. I've locked him up and tied him to me. But it's still not enough.
Don't speak, don't listen, don't see. No one else but me.
If you hate m
Diary of a Madman FinaleAugust 22nd, 1988Diary of a Madman Finale5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Todd Casil is dead.
When those bullets ripped through him we meet face to face. I saw him die there in my arms. My mother was there, watching. She walked up to me and said, "Everything will be okay. He's dead now. But you need to get up. You need to live. You need to redeem yourself."
I saw a light. This beautiful white light flooded over the darkness in my apartment. And through that darkness was a policeman. As his hand with the flashlight moved to press his walkie-talkie, I hit him hard with the corner of you, my Diary. You saved me.
I lifted Vanessa from the floor and sneaked out the backway of the apartments. I drove to my old home and left her out in the woods. Across from her, I left my Diary. She looked just like Sarah lying there in the woods. I didn't want to hurt her. I knew at this moment that the hunger was gone. I didn't need to kill anyone that reminds me of Sarah or my mother.
Todd Casil is dead.
I hope that whoever reads this D