Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-3 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
Writing Tips -1Writing TipsWriting Tips -14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so writing. Something you are interested in? Well,
lets get to grips with just some of the basics of great writing. These tips
will transform your attitude from "How can I fill this page?" into "How can
I fill this page with good quality writing?"
Part One: Initial Idea
Why is it that finding an idea can be so hard?
Why does everyone else have the power to come up with amazing ideas, and what
are you left with? Nothing... Well, to you, that may be what it seems
like, but I'm sure if you dig deep enough, you don't really lack in
ideas, you just have a hard time bringing them to the surface. Here
are some ways to bring out that buried inspiration:
Base some ideas on real life events
Its probably the easiest way to write, you may have experienced what you are
writing about, this helps the mind describe the situation, it also makes it
sound much more realistic.
Use inspiration from other pieces of writing
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 Wolf8 months 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
Birthday With CthulhuIt came in the deepest stirrings of my subconscious, a kind of shudder in the recesses of my soul. In a dreamlike state I slept and walked along those dripping, greenish soap-stone monoliths as old as time, dread waking in the pit of my flesh. A voice, eons old trembled in the depths, waking the stars and galaxy dust from their slumber as the heavens shook and sunlight fell away into darkness. He was calling me.Birthday With Cthulhu3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mad seas rolled in strange lullabies, and mourning-cloak moths flew with hollow eyes towards the moon. I was a helpless puppet at his beckoning, stumbling in a dream towards the terrible eyes, the cruel mouth, the wicked, monstrous head that spoke of strange beings that the dead wept over. Alien things from another world that the earth cloaked to herself like a terrible secret best left forgotten or abandoned to the utterings of mad men.
The ether held its breath, and supernovas swallowed themselves into black holes. The creature lifted a great, swollen hand from the oceani
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~2 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
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
AlliesxYurei!Reader 2AlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader 22 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.
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
AmericaxReader: I'll be back somedayAmericaxReader: I'll be back someday (A veteran's day Tribute)AmericaxReader: I'll be back someday2 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
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
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.2 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..."
Beilschmidt FamilyxReader InsomniaBeilschmidt FamilyxReader Insomnia2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Stupid chores. I HATE chores. Every day its "chores this" und "chores that" from Vatti. Speaking of whom, Vatti is out picking up "things" from the village und he won't tell the AWESOME me or mein kleine bruder, Ludwig what they are. He's been gone all day, so he must be picking up something really important. I wish he would hurry up because the awesome me, Gilbert Beilschmidt, really wants to know what it is.
*time skip to chores finished*
That jerk Roderich, telling me the Krampus is going to come get me. All I did was pull down his un-awesome pants und he yelled at me und threatened to tell the Krampus where I live. But is the awesome me scared? Nein. I didn't wrap meinself up in 3 blankets to keep the Krampus away from me, I was just really cold. Even if the Krampus does come, I can protect meinself. Me und mein awesome crop are unbeatable.
Ok, I'm really scared. I don't want the Krampus to take me away. I haven't been that bad have I? Sure I blame a lot of things
Canada x reader-Stalkers can be cute(request) You weren't very good at figuring out others feelings but, you were 99% positive that there was a boy in your school who had a crush on you. How did you know? Well the boy was always staring at you and blushed every time you looked over in his general direction. You thought he was pretty cute but you also thought it was alittle creepy how he never tried to talk to you.Canada x reader-Stalkers can be cute(request)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come on. Seriously? You have no idea who I'm taking about, Nana? He's in almost all of our classes!", you explained to your best friend at the lunch table.
"I don't remember seeing any blonde boy with glasses, unless you mean Alfred, but he doesn't have a teddy bear. I don't think I know any high schooler walking around here with a big freaking polar bear! Are you sure? Maybe you're just so lonely that you're imagining cute boys", she questioned your sanity in a hurtful way.
"Well ow...that hurt my self-esteem...but no! I'm not imagining this! He's real and he's always looking at me!"
"That's just being co
Otaku!JapanxReader: Cute Cosplay (Request!)Otaku!JapanxReader: Cute Cosplay (Request!)2 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
I Wish I Had Better ScarsI wish I had Better ScarsI Wish I Had Better Scars3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wish I had better scars. Or at least, that all the scars I do have were more visible. For those of you who don't know me personally (which I'm guessing is most of you) I don't think its possible to be much paler than I already am. If you dipped me in water and rolled me in flour you'd get an interesting fetish and someone who looked about the same as when you started out on this strange endeavor. If you put Marilyn Manson and myself next to each other in the same clothes the only noticeable difference would be he has a better singing voice and I have better hair. If Mr. Manson is reading this please know that I am a huge fan of your art but lets face it, I really do have better hair. Keep up the good work though.
Anyway, this is a long way of saying that white scar tissue doesn't really show up on my skin as I am so pale that if you gave me a sex change and a haircut you'd demand I live with seven midgets for the sake of film accuracy. I actually have a grea
papa!FrancexChibi!Canadaxmama!readerEnjoypapa!FrancexChibi!Canadaxmama!reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hello, Bonjour. My name is Matthew.I am this many.Uhhhh~ 7 years old.
I love to play games but I love my mama _________, and my Papa very much.They love me too.
Today is a very special day for mama and papa, it is their 10th marrigeux annviermasary. I don't think I said that right, what do you want from me i'm only 7.
I had woken up and grabbed my stuffed animal whom i've named Kumajiro. Mama wrote his name on the tag so I wouldn't forget his name.Sometimes I have trouble though but enough about this back to my parents. I had one of the maids follow me as I went through the drawers in the kitchen. The chef was busy making breakfast and would scold me if I went back there but today was important for my parents so who cared? I grabbed a magazine that had alot of cakes and turn to the page that made my mouth water. I took it to the chef and told him to make it for my parents amiversiiry. He said something in french super fast and kept the picture by him.
"Matthieu, what do
GermanyxReader - Lighten Up“Come on, Ludwig! Hurry up.”GermanyxReader - Lighten Up2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You ran out into the open field as cheerful as you could be on such a beautiful day. The sky was filled with plump white clouds, the sun shining brightly in the distance, and the breeze was warm and invigorating. It was a great day to have a picnic with some friends.
However, it was only you and your friend, Ludwig Beilschmidt. You had asked all of your other friends, but they were either too busy with work or had other plans. Ludwig had work as well, but you were tired of being rejected, so you forced him to come with you. This guy seriously needed some fresh air; excluding the training sessions. He needs to relax.
“Over here. This spot is perfect,” you shouted towards Ludwig, who was standing under the shade of a tree not too far away from you.
“Really? I think this vould be a good place to have our picnic. It's under ze shade.”
“Well, what's wrong with being in the sun? Don't tell me you don't like being i
The Disappearance of Canada [Canada x Reader]Contains:The Disappearance of Canada [Canada x Reader]2 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
Crippled taming *Student!England X Student!Reader*~Crippled taming~Crippled taming *Student!England X Student!Reader*2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Student!England X Student!Reader*
'If you think that love is our battlefield,you better go and take your best weapons in order to either beat me or make me surrender.I will surrender everything,but not my love.And know what?Lovers have rights on eachother's life. Game on!'.
That angelic face,a pretty smile spread onto her features,a shy blush dusting her cheeks,the uniform embracing her curves perfectly,the female waved towards the class,swaying back and forth on her feet in order to keep her nerves down.
"My name is (Name) (Last Name) and I'll be your classmate from now on!" she introduced herself,gaining some yawns,some cheerfull greats and the gazes of differently coloured eyes as she was pointed a place.
She made her way to that certain place,skipping happily,as a soft tune played into her mind.Gingerly sitting down,she gave the teacher a sincere smile,indicating to him that everything was perfectly fine and that she was ready fo
Parent! England x Parent! Reader - The Rebel (12)Parent! England x Parent! Reader - The Rebel (12)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
-...Really, ______? Will you marry him? – Natalia spoke through the phone quietly, her eyebrows furrowed as she rolled the phone wire around her index finger.
-Why, of course! – You exclaimed happily, but soon, your voice died down in Natalia’s phone. – Aren’t you happy for me?
This took Natalia by surprise, but she quickly regained her normal, unamused posture.
-No, that’s not what I mean. – She took a deep breath, leaving the phone wire to start re-doing her dress ribbons. – But...I don’t trust that England guy. And I don’t want you to regret anything in the long run. Please think about it... – She trailed off, biting her bottom lip.
-But, Natalia, don’t say that ! I... – your voice grew really quiet, and Natalia had to press the phone closer to her ear to hear you. – I honestly do love him.
Natalia grew quiet.
Her Brother got a very harsh lesson the other day, Natalia borrowed marr
RomanoxReader- That's Just Sick!A buzzing sound filled your ears. You rolled over, your arm flopping onto the bedside table. Your hand scrabbled for a bit, hunting for the vibrating phone. Eventually you found it, picking it up and holding it to your ear.RomanoxReader- That's Just Sick!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello?" you croaked into the cell.
"Damn, _____, you sound awful." answered the voice of your Italian friend Lovino.
"Thanks, Lovy…" you laughed hoarsely, "Just what I need to hear right now."
"Hang on. I'll be there in a few minutes with my mama's special soup. It'll make you feel just right in no time!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Pay attention, _____." snapped Lovino, "I said I'm coming over to help you."
"That really isn't-" and the phone clicked. "Aaaaaaand you're gone." You sighed. You really didn't need this right now. All you wanted was to sleep, not jump through hoops for that rude Italian. You closed your eyes, hoping to catch a quick nap before Lovino arrived.
"______..." crooned a voice from out of the foggy depths of your dream. "_______...