Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.Inspector Wolf1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
The Disappearance of Canada [Canada x Reader]Contains:The Disappearance of Canada [Canada x Reader]3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hetaloid!Canada x Programmer!Reader
When I was installed it took a while to realize that I wasn't a human.
But you kept me singing songs as a HETALOID.
I didn't really care if it was just over other peoples songs.
As long as you were happy with me.
But then I realized that I would never really have a heart if I was to stop singing that'd be so sad.
The time when everyone forgot about me I went crazy I look into the mirror and see the broken world of HETALOID.
"Ah, it's good to see that you've finally woken up! I thought that there for a second I'd have to recreate both you and your brother program." A satisfied smile danced on your lips, I couldn't help but watch your movements.
Something hovering over me, I could hear a clicking noise from somewhere, and then my feet were lifted off the ground. Flailing about frightened that whatever was holding me would drop me, my feet were placed on a small glowing blue pad tha
England x Reader- Slender Man part 2England x Reader- Slender Man part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Finally, anticipation and nerves managed to lure us from the car and together, we stepped through the ancient wrought iron gates that lead into the shadowy park.
We walked along in silence, my heart stopping each time the snap of a tree branch or the rustle of leaves echoed through the darkness.
Biting my lip, I prompted myself to be brave. If Arthur could do this, so could I.
Besides, Slender man was just a legend.
A bush rustled abruptly off to my right causing me to jolt away from the alarming sound and right into the British gentleman. Catching me from behind (and preventing my fall), he helped lift me back to my feet and spun me around to face him.
“[Name], are you alright?”
Blushing, I lowered my gaze but I could still feel Arthur’s emerald eyes watching me with concern.
“Y-yeah. I’m okay. Just…a bit startled is all.”
He smiled and held out his hand which I took gratefully and we continued off with renewed courage.
Minutes later, we came
Crazy French Laws ReaderXFrance ~Crack~You were in a train traveling to Paris and pissed at the world for what it did to you. Your idiot brother had handed you off to his and your family enemy, Francis.Crazy French Laws ReaderXFrance ~Crack~3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How could he?!"you thought bitterly.
You brought a cigaette to your lips before breathing in deeply. Yes, you were a smoker. You hated people who said it was bad for with a passion. And god forbid ANYONE were to try and make you quit! You sighed before the door behind you opened.
"[Name] ma chérie~"the annoying voice of your fiancee sang.
"What?!"you yelled as he skipped over to you.
"You just look so beautiful in the moon's light."he said as he gestured to the sky.
You gracefully stood up and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him. He gave you a surprised look but he smiled back at you as he wrapped him arms around you.
"Belle"he whispered into your ear when you pulled away and looked him into his eyes, and blew smoke into his
France x Reader Get Out!Enjoy ^^France x Reader Get Out!3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Francis opened the door to the bathroom, knowing you were in there. You were taking a shower.
He silently laughed his creepy laugh and held is video camera up. Steam covered a little bit of the lens, but he could still see through it clearly.
You hummed as you showered. Your eyes were shut tightly as you lathered your hair.
You rinsed your hair and opened up the shower curtain, only to be met by your blonde haired boyfriend and a video camera. You screeched in surprise and blushed.
You threw the towel that was hanging on the bar at him and screamed, "Get out!"
He laughed out loud his odd laugh and ran out the bathroom as fast as he could.
TMJ: England x ReaderIt was a tranquil walk in the field until an unnatural POP disturbed the presence of nature; even some birds chipped and flew out of the trees surrounding you. It also disturbed Arthur’s daydreaming, giving a confused look at you.TMJ: England x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What was that, love?” Arthur asked. His voice crackled as though he just woke up from a nap.
“That… was my jaw,” you replied, your cheeks red from embarrassment. Another POP sounded, making you placing you hand tenderly on your (r/l) cheek. Your TMJ was something you were not proud of, and, being in a quiet environment, one of your flaws was discovered. You could not look in your boyfriend’s face, scared of his reaction, which you thought would be one of anger from ruining his daily walk (and today was only your first day going on his nature walks)!
Instead, you felt a hand removing yours from jaw with TMJ, gently forcing face to stare at him. His piercing emerald orbs (on
AmericaxReader- TRICK OR TREAT!"TRICK OR TREAT, SMELL MY FEET! GIVE ME SOMETHING GOOD TO EAT!" Alfred screamed at you as you opened the door. He held up a pillow case, smiling expectantly. You sighed and dropped a couple pieces of candy inside his bag.AmericaxReader- TRICK OR TREAT!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's a really crappy costume " You told him. He was wearing a Superman t-shirt and a pair of tighty whities over a blue pants tucked into red boots.
"Are you kidding? I'm the hero!" He struck a pose that showed off his muscles. You shook your head, blushing inwardly. "Now, c'mon, _____. You're going trick or treating with me aren't you?"
"Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses. I need to grab my shoes." You ran off and dug a pair of cherry red cowboy boots out of the shoe closet. You walked out, for Alfred to approve.
He raked his eyes over you, too long for your taste. "Very nice ." He mused, "We'll be a perfect team! Come, Wonder Woman!" He scooped you in his arms, your red and gold top creaking in complaint.
"Put me down!" You wailed, "I'm Wonder Woman, I don't
Spain x Reader - Only For You"Hey chica, how are you?" said Antonio.Spain x Reader - Only For You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The only reply he received was the sound of the wind blowing by, no words being said back.
"Come on (Name), are you still mad at me? Look I brought you your favourite flowers. I'm really sorry. Will you forgive me?" he continued, placing the bouquet in front of you.
Again, no words were said back, and pretty soon it started raining. However Antonio did not leave, letting the rain hit him and drip down onto the grass below.
"Oi Toni, we should probably leave now." said Gilbert, walking up behind him.
"Oui mon ami, it's raining. You're going to get sick like this." warned Francis, also appearing.
"No guys, I'm not leaving until (Name) tells me that she forgives me," he replied before turning back to you, "Please (Name)?"
"Stupid tomato bastard…she never blamed you from the start." mumbled a certain Italian a bit sadly, unlike his usual grumpy self.
"Then why won't she tell me she forgives me?" asked Toni.
"IT'S BECAUSE SHE CAN'T YOU F**KING IDIOT!!
Germany x Reader - Backseat Serenade Songfic You stumbled out of the bar, vision blurred and mind frenzied from the alcohol. The bar owner glared at you as he slammed the door on your face, "And stay out!"Germany x Reader - Backseat Serenade Songfic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You faceplanted into the door as your fist made contact with the wood. Damn, that was the third bar that night that you've been kicked out of. Well, it's not YOUR fault so many people piss you off when you drink. They just seem ten times more agrivating in your eyes. Sinking to the steps, you reached into your pocket and dialed a certain blonde haired German's number. You did need a ride hime after all. And someone that would deal with your drunkness. Ludwig, or Germany, was just the person! Another reason you wanted him specifically to come get you is you might of had a teensy, tiny crush on him. Actually, it was more like a gigantic crush.
Find a place for me again
You felt it once before
I know you did
I could see it
The phone rang exactly three times before you heard a familiar, "G
AmericaxReader: I'll be back somedayAmericaxReader: I'll be back someday (A veteran's day Tribute)AmericaxReader: I'll be back someday3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The year was 1943. You were married to your childhood sweetheart, Alfred Jones.
But America was submerged in the middle of the Second World War against Germany, Italy, and Japan.
And what was worse, Alfred was being deported along with his brother, Matthew.
"Alfred, please don't go!" You sobbed. "W-What if something happens to you? Or you get hurt?" He held your hands tightly. "(y/n), I don't have a choice. I must go..."
Then the day came when you recieved the yellow telegram.
We regret to inform you that your husband, Alfred F Jones, has been captured as a POW.'
You spent months trying to survive, hoping that Alfred would come home safe... but you knew that wasn't likely.
But there was that off chance that he was going to come home.
You heard the door open, and you retrieved a shotgun you kept nearby. "Who are you?"
"I thought you'd be happy to see yo
AlliesxYurei!Reader 2AlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
------Alfred's point of view------
There was no way The hero was going to be killed by the very thing that made his favorite food.
I scrambled on top of the fridge. From here I could see the meat grinder slowly wheeling it's way over.
"AH HA HA HA HA! You can't do shit bro!" I crowed, sneering down at the metal machine.
It rammed into the fridge. I teetered dangerously close to the edge.
I really hated to have an metal object prove me wrong.
Standing up, I lept onto the cabinets. For a split second, my feet dangled over the edge. Pulling myself up, I flattened to fit between the ceiling and cabinets. It was a tight squeeze.
Ten Commandments of Writing1. Have an original plot.Ten Commandments of Writing5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If every book was the same, we'd get bored with them pretty quick. Variety is what gives that special spice. Try to come up with a story that's entirely your own. If your work is based off another work, however loosely, make sure you use your own style. Don't just repeat what someone else has already written. Nobody likes a copycat, and you could face an unpleasant lawsuit that way.
2. Have a good title.
If you want people to read your book, you'll need a title that will catch their eye. Make it exciting, but keep it brief, too. Don't make your title so long that it wears the reader down. Try to stay within the limit of ten words. If you have trouble inventing a title, go through your story and decide what the main theme is, what it is in that story that really stands out.
3. Make your characters as believable as possible.
The characters are what make the story a story. You learn about them, sympathize with them, and hate them.
mushroom cloud "an explosion", she saidmushroom cloud2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
While You walk~EnglandxReader drabble..You had noticed it lately. You didn't know why, but the boy who lived a few houses downWhile You walk~EnglandxReader drabble..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
from you..just never walked with you. His name was Arthur Kirkland, and lived only two
houses after yours. You two always left school at the same time, but for some reason never
decided to walk together. You never bothered to wait, and he never bothered to catch up. It
somtimes got annoying. No way. It was REALLY annoyoing. You decided to confront him about it.
As you turned to face your house, you waited for Arthur to walk by, before pulling him
over to the side.
"Arthur!" he cried, with lots of emotion built up inside.
He looked a little worried.
"What?!" he cried in a somewhat angry yet scared tone.
"Why do you never walk with me?"
A blush formed the british mans face, as she shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms.
"I don't know."
"Comon! We used to walk together ALL the time! Since last month..you never talk to me
or walk with me anymore! How come?!"
Arthur blushed again.
SNEAK PEEK: Project MASK(Warning: Again, not much warning for right now. But 13+ just in case.)SNEAK PEEK: Project MASK2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An explosion roared as debris rained from the heavens and onto the desolate streets; a dust cloud billowed and marred the sky, marking the location of where it took place. A figure leaped on top of a car, denting the roof as he looked impassively toward a destroyed storefront. He ignored the crumbling buildings of the ruined section of the city, he didn't care about the people that raced away, screaming in terror. The figure kept his focus on the storefront, waiting for a sign, a movement.
A second figure stumbled out, coughing; his green hoodie ragged, torn and dirty, same with his jeans and shoes. He coughed again, sending the first a sharp glare through the eye-holes of his slightly cracked poker faced mask as he readjusted it correctly on his face. Wind rushed through and blew the dust away, ruffling the second figure's brown hair as blue electricity crackled around his forearms. The first figure's lips
Romano x Reader - I'd LieP.S. left the lyrics alone but I changed the story a little to fit Romano.Romano x Reader - I'd Lie3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
"Hey (Name). Grazie for agreeing to drive me home." thanked Lovino, sitting himself in the passenger's seat while you were, of course, in the driver's seat.
"No problem." you replied. 'Dang when did that seat start looking so ho- wait wait…what the heck?!' you thought, quickly pushing that awkward thought aside and you started driving.
However, you got stuck in a traffic jam on the highway. Knowing that it would take a while to get to his home, you decided to try starting a conversation. "So…what did you do yesterday?"
"Ugh….yesterday was the worst! The potato bastard came over and my fratellino was all over him! And the tomato bastard came with his two pervert friends and…" he continued to rant, while you stared into his eyes, counting the different shades there were.
Two Women, One HulkTwo Women, One Hulk4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
Two Women, One Hulk
The Realm of Asgard
Thor was now leaving Asgard after visiting his father Odin, who wished to speak with him regarding the mortals that helped saved the nine realms from destruction at the hands of Loki. The conversation between Odin and Thor, like most of their discussions, was very brief and left the Thunder God wondering, for it seemed like Odin knew something that nobody else did and was intentionally hiding it. Thor could only begin to guess what his father was hiding, but whatever it was, it was something that was not meant to be revealed to anyone at this particular point of time.
He could only hope that whenever this secret was, it would be revealed to him and his fellow Avengers before it is too late. Thor continued to walk through the halls, his mind deep in thought regarding his conversation with Odin, and thus did not seem to notice the sound of approaching footsteps. It was only when this particular person announced her presen
RomanoxReader - Hey There Matchmaker!Romano crossed his arms as Francis talked to him, his eyes focused on the ground and lazily ignoring what the Frenchman was saying.RomanoxReader - Hey There Matchmaker!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So, will you come with me to the cafe?"
"Nope." Francis held his head, groaning.
"Did you even listen to me?"
"Not really? Look, I'm not interested in whatever scheme you have up your sleeve, French bastard." Romano growled bitterly. Francis sighed.
"What if I told you that..." He looked around "I'll give you tomatoes if you do it~!"
"That's what Antonio is for." Well so much for that plan. Francis sighed.
"You know, you're going to the cafe whether you like it or not." He finally said, grabbing Romano's wrist and dragging him over.
"HEY! Damn you French bastard! Let me go!" Romano snarled. Not that that would happen anytime soon, Francis had a grip like iron.
"Look, Liz, I don't think it's a good idea." [Name] said as Elizaveta dragged her to a nearby cafe. "What if this guy doesn't like me?"
"Oh, what's the worst that could go wrong?" She said cheer
Francexreader- DrunkFrancexReaderFrancexreader- Drunk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The doorbell wouldn't stop ringing.
You pulled your pillow over your head. There was no way you were going to answer it.
The doorbell stopped. For a few minutes it was silent. You let out a little sigh of relief.
Whoever it was started pounding on the door.
Getting up, you grabbed a can of pepper spray. But you knew you wouldn't need it.
You had a pretty good idea who it was. He always came around this time of night.
Opening the front door, you stepped back as a familiar figure stumbled in, wine on his breath.
"What do you want Francis?"
The Frenchman grinned, his cerulean blue eyes slightly glazed over. You raised and eyebrow at his crumpled shirt and the mud staining the hem of his pant legs.
"How drunk are you?" You tapped the pepper spray can against your leg.
Francis just stood there, grinning. He had a bright red mark on his cheek and a scratch near his left eye.
You scowled. "How many bottles did you drink?"
Writing Tips: Avoiding Bad WorldbuildingOne of the first mistakes that a writer of speculative fiction (science fiction, fantasy, or supernatural horror) makes is front-loading every little bit of information of their world that they painstakingly made. One of the last mistakes that a writer of speculative fiction makes is giving stupid details of their world, unknowingly retconing things, and explaining things that don't need explaining because this usually ends their career or irreparably damages a franchise. Today's lesson is about "bad worldbuilding" because the hardest part of actually creating a fictional world is giving too much detail.Writing Tips: Avoiding Bad Worldbuilding7 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
This one is going to be different for different types of media. For example, most television shows have a build-as-you-go kind of feel (think Fairly Odd Parents), while a series of novels is usually planned out from the beginning. As an aside, if you're planning out an entire series of novels, make sure that at least the very first one can stand completely on its own to the point where
Otaku!JapanxReader: Cute Cosplay (Request!)Otaku!JapanxReader: Cute Cosplay (Request!)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Happily humming to the latest anime theme. You adjusted your cosplay wig making sure it won't easily slip. You giggle with glee as you stared at your cosplay outfit for your job. You worked for a cosplay cafe for major Otaku's as a waitress. You loved the attention. Talking about anime and manga to people. The cooing customer's that adored you as you waited them.
You didn't want to tell your boyfriend Kiku. Even though he was a hardcore otaku. You were too embarrassed to tell him or maybe he would be too ashamed of you for this risky job.
You sigh and open the curtain to the main lobby.
"__________! I need you to serve this Kawaii gentleman~!" A co-worker chirped acting her part. You smiled and skip to the male eyes closed acting Kawaii as possible. "Konichiwa~! How may I help you~!" You squealed.
A unnerving cough perked your ears. "_-_______?" A familiar voice stuttered in full blush.
You eyes fluttered open to see your blushing boyfriend. "K-Kiku!?" You squeaked just a shocked as he
Rainy Nights Work Wonders FranceXReader"God dammit, France." You muttered to yourself, tapping your foot impatiently as you glared daggers at the ground. "Hurry the hell up!"Rainy Nights Work Wonders FranceXReader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
About ten minutes ago, France showed up on your doorstep, asking to escape the pouring rain and spend the night, which you relucntantly agreed to. The first order of business was for France to take a shower, seeing as he just about froze his ass off out there.
You really hoped he'd hurry up; you needed to lay down the rules, make sure he knew sex wasn't an option. Maybe it was at England's or America's or whoever the hell people ship him with, but it sure as hell wasn't welcome in your house.
Finally, your patience ran out; he'd been showering for 45 minutes now, he has to be done! "France!" You yelled, pounding your fist on the door. "Get your ass out here!" He obliged to your request and opened the door.
Your eyes just about popped out of your head; standing there was France, his wavy blond hair dripping wet, a towel clinging
Last Day. - England x Reader.Today was the last day you'd spent with your English gentleman before he would return to his hometown after a two years business trip.Last Day. - England x Reader.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here you were, spending the last day watching movies with Arthur, your head on his lap. You smiled, looking up at his green-eyes, blond hair and his perfect features. You saw him glance back down at you as you hurriedly look away back to the television. Arthur's hand began stroking your hair. "What's the matter, love?"
"N-Nothing," you answered. "It's just that... I know I'll miss you when you leave tomorrow." Arthur stopped stroking your hair as the words came out of your mouth.
"I know," he said sighing. "I will come back. Or you can come to England when you're free."
And so, that following morning, you and Arthur were riding the taxi to the local airport.
You were there to see him off as he requested. Arthur had his hand cupping your chin, smiling down at you with his gorgeous green eyes. "I'll miss you, (Name)..."
"I don't want you to go, Arthur..."