amuto chapter 10 'trust me'Previous: dont get any ideas.amuto chapter 10 'trust me'6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We were on the highway again, heading home. I thought about the promise I just made and thought that I need to make a few rules. I cleared my throat and said
So if you are staying at my house- I couldnt have him stay at rimas house, the consequences are to great to take the chances.-
than there are going to be rules
1. No dirty thoughts or actions.
2. We leave my house before 6:00Am .
I dont want rima to now I was out.
3. No sleeping with me.
he frowned, I saw he was displeased with all the rules but . There was nothing he could do. I looked over to see him smirking at the road. What was he thinking? I questioned myself.
amuto chapter 8 'trust me'Amu pov:amuto chapter 8 'trust me'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hadnt realize how good looking Ikuto was until now. His dark blue eyes. His long toned body. His dark hair only he can pull off. He walked close and grabbed my hand, his features were even better up close. He took me top his car, which was a Mercedes, open the door for me and I stepped in. He closed the door and went to the other side and climbed in also. He started the engine. He drove to he highway. I asked
where we going?
Im not telling you, its a surprise.
throwing me a smirk.
-15 minutes later-
We were at the beach. I got out of the car. I ran to the sand. I smiled in awe, the ocean was just as beautiful as it is now, as it is in the light. I put both of my feet in after I took off my shoes. The water was cold. It made me shiver. Ikuto walked over to me and rested his chin on my shoulder. He noticed my slight change in temperature.
Are you cold? Ill go get a blanket
I took a step closer into the water. I stepped o
Toothless, Book I, Chapter IToothless, Book I, Chapter I6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Book I: Fallen Arise
He remembered his name.
He could not remember a family name, only a single word.
Martin lay on the ground. His left leg was straight, his right bent beneath it. His arms were outstretched, palms to the gray sky. The hilt of his greatsword, the silvery angel's face there, touched his right fingertips. Its round, smooth cheeks were like a baby girl's.
He was conscious of the battle, of his wounds, of the loss. The notion of a loss, however, retreated through a shimmering barrier at the edge of his consciousness. There, a colonnade, a stand of bright trees, marked the border between the living and the gone. Memories fled to this wall, only to pass through and dissolve. In all of the heroic tales, dying soldiers saw their lives pass before their eyes. No, Martin realized. The memories were just running like rats from a sinking ship, down the ropes only to drown. He watched the backs of their heads.
There was Aine, his wife. She carrie
pencilsif life was a pencil,pencils8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my eraser would be gone.
all used up,
but the lead would live on.
it would make it's mistakes,
but couldn't take them back.
so the lead would live on,
until it cracked.
tucked beneath your bonesthe only thingtucked beneath your bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've ever taught me
is to never find your happiness
in someone else
yet the only thing
i ever want to do
is find all the happiness in the world
tucked beneath your bones
PiscesSymbol: the FishPisces8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ruling Planet: Jupiter / Neptune
Ruling House: Twelfth House
Body Parts: feet
Date with destiny: Cancer, Scorpio
Run for the hills: Gemini, Sagittarius
Where you glow: helping others
What makes you tick: writing poetry
Fitness forecast: meditation
Play date: going to the theatre
Perfect jobs: TV producer, bartender
Best accessory: a toe ring
A sure thing: taking in stray animals
Pleasure: romance, helping others, compassion
Pain: reality, mean people, insensitivity
Kindness: Your compassion and empathy for those who suffer is unparalleled; you're willing to give your mind, body and soul to those who ask for assistance.
What's my line? Make love not war.
wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Three fourthsThe danger that beckons four.Three fourths6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My siblings and I love to have fun
To do stupid things and often run.
My siblings and I, we always want more.
One summer's day
A break was suggested
But a brother protested.
He wants rather to play.
So one of the others
Who's not quite as lame.
Apparently knows a really cool game.
There's a tree that we'll climb
And not one of us can stop
'Till all four kids have reached the top.
What a wonderful use of our time.
I head up first.
My brothers close behind.
For a moment the tree seems kind.
But the challenge proves cruel
And I silently pray
That the old branches shall not give way
But someone's a fool.
I soon turn around.
A branch let us down.
I wear a small frown.
There is a child lifeless on the ground.
A moment sooner and it would have been me.
But I don't really care.
Cause its always been there.
The danger that beckons three.
Calvin- School PaperCalvin- School Paper3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
From the corner of the tavern he watched everyone inconspicuously. People avoided the man's shady figure; he had an air about him, reflecting furtive thoughts that he couldn't hide. The young man swept away his rugged hair, which fell back over his slit pupils and brown irises. Most of his face was covered in a veil of shadow cast by his tattered brown cloak. What could be seen of his thin face formed a grimace, revealing a row of flashy, pointed teeth. Being around humans was enough to make him sick. Suddenly he rose with supernatural grace and stalked out of the dreary tavern into a slowly darkening fog. He did not hate humans, in fact, he felt quite the opposite. Leaving them was the only way he knew how to protect them. How he felt and what he had become should have made humans seem no more than prey. Having been one though made him try to go against his new instincts. Not long ago he had been transformed into a walking disease and one of humanity's greatest fears
TT: Nights of Venom - Ch 9CHAPTER IXTT: Nights of Venom - Ch 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2:17AM PST, Thursday, 10 December
Jump City South Police District, 3rd Shift, Zone 4, Section 2, Patrol Car 9-Lima-67
The night shift started at 10:00PM, though once the bars and clubs closed for the evening the workload would decrease exponentially. Officers Josh Radford and John Tobin had been working this section of town for the last several months. They knew most the ins and outs, all the back alleys and hold up buildings. The two of them were consummate professionals, always at the ready and taking their roles as lawmen seriously.
Tonight was then, surely, an exception. While returning to their patrol car after walking a brief foot beat, they got jumped. The last thing that either officer saw as a skull-like face mask with a blood red x through the left eye. The assailant, a student of martial arts, seemed to drop out of thin air. It happened so fast that neither officer was
Pool of Illusionary WaterPool of Illusionary WaterPool of Illusionary Water2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This appears to be a large pool of water, but the water itself is an illusion. The pool is often about twenty feet wide and twenty feet deep, but could be of any size. It can look like a natural pool or be part of a constructed pool or fountain.
The water may be clear or opaque or even dark and stagnant. Any variation of objects of features may exist at the pool bottom, even doors, portals or stairs. The illusion would hide these from view. The illusionary water may contain illusionary fish swimming about or have a false image of treasure and a false bottom only about five feet down.
Depending on the strength of the illusion, a person interacting with the water will detect the illusion on a Will save vs. DC15 or DC20. The pool of water is created using a permanent image spell, or more than one permanent image spell (d20 3.5e Players Handbook p260).
Wolves of the Beyond ShatteredWolves of the Beyond Shattered4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Adrina nestled close to her mother, belly full of warm tasty milk. The soft belly fur of Numee kept the young she pup warm against the cold storm blowing in from the far north. Akio curled closer to his sister and mother, wrapping his small puppy tail around his sisters. Together the black and white pups looked like the ying and yang symbol. Accenting each other perfectly. Adrina could make out the heart beats of both her mother, the milk giver and life giver, and her brother. His was much like hers, small and rhythmic, while Numee's was much louder and melodious.
The pup knew that while in the presence of her milk giver that she was safe and warm. Safe from the cruel world around her, safe from the taunts of other, safe from the one thing that was precious to any wolf pup that milk givers tried to allow them to hold onto as long as possible, innocence. Innocence is a brilliant thing that comes and goes as quickly as it came. If born into the clan, these pups would have endured the fat
We're all just Meat and BonesWe're all just Meat and Bones3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm going to die.
No, I'm going to change into them. I should probably write this down directly, quickly, and to the point. In about an hour I will cease to be Ryan, English major at Lander University in Greenwood SC, and I will start my life anew as a zombie. Yea, an undead corpse that stumbles around all day searching for human flesh. I will be nameless just one undead among thousands.
Which is exactly why I'm writing this letter on this stack of blank receipts. I'm holed up in The Dixie, a local burger joint. Ironically, I always thought the old-timey and weathered neon sign out front would make a perfect apocalypse backdrop. Now, I'm not so sure. It flickers constantly, illuminating the gyrating bodies of the dead like some twisted disco party. This hovel will be my resting place, or my stomping ground, depending on how you view the situation.
If you find this letter, watch out. It won't be me this letter is me, or what's left of me, Ryan. Mor
WR- A Lost Paradise? P3WR- A Lost Paradise? P33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
HEAVEN'S NOT ENOUGH
Tsume awoke with a yawn and stretched out his cramped body. Asante was curled up comfortably beside him. They must have dozed off.
A pitiful mewling sound grabbed his attention and made his ears twitch with annoyance. A cat of some sorts.
Tsume sat up slowly and looked over the edge of the roof into the alleyway below.
He saw the cat, which was nothing more than a pitiful little kitten.
Usually he would have just growled and left the thing alone.
Except this time, the kitten was being picked up by a boy. A boy Tsume had seen before and had promised to meet in Paradise.
"Toboe " Tsume said lowly, and then realizing the boy probably couldn't hear him he shouted, "TOBOE!"
Toboe's head jerked up to look at the roof above him as the white haired man landed with a thud on the ground beside him.
Tsume stared hard at the red haired boy, who froze where he was standing as though he was utterly terrified. Tsume had to admit that his reaction hurt.
WR- The Journey to Paradise P31WR- The Journey to Paradise P313 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WOLF'S RAIN- THE JOURNEY TO PARADISE
SCENT OF A FLOWER, BLOOD OF THE WOLVES
The wind blew viciously as the three scarred wolves ran beside the battered car.
Inside it, the pink haired girl leant against the side of the door, her hair blowing in the breeze that came through the broken glass of the window. Her eyes were shut, her eyelashes fanned out.
"I hope we're going in the right direction." Hubb muttered, keeping his eyes on the ground ahead of them. "Paradise is somewhere up ahead isn't it?"
Cheza opened her deep pink eyes. "Yes. It is "
"Are you in any pain?" Hubb asked, concerned.
Cheza shook her head, clutching her white cloak tighter around herself.
"It's so strange." Hubb whispered. "I'm not sure when, but at some point I started to believe. In all of it. You. The wolves. And Paradise. I'm seeing the world clearly for the first time, just as it's about to end. A little too late huh?"
"It will not end " Cheza explained, though her voice was not even above a
TT: Nights of Venom - Ch 7CHAPTER VIITT: Nights of Venom - Ch 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
8:05PM PST, Tuesday, 8 December
California Marine Corps Air Station (MCAS) Miramar
The MPs on the tarmac had trained all their weapons on the taxiing F-35 as it traversed down the flight line toward the end of the main runway. Confronted by three vehicle-mounted .50 caliber machine guns, however, the pilot wisely stopped the aircraft. The gun-equipped Humvees and two MP squad cars established a perimeter around the jet, aiming their weapons at the cockpit as they awaited instructions. They soon realized that instructions would come too late.
The VTOL jet engine began to emit a high-pitched whine as the RPMs climbed higher. The thrust vectoring nozzle pointed downwards, the under-wing thrusters opened and the panels behind the cockpit parted to reveal the lift fan, allowing for the intake of fresh air to feed the massive turbofan engine. The MPs heard the air raid siren go off, but it was soon replaced by the thun
TT: Nights of Venom - Ch 3CHAPTER IIITT: Nights of Venom - Ch 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
3:45AM PST, Sunday, 6 December
Jump City Angel of Mercy Hospital
The constant beep of an EKG grew louder as Red X lazily opened his eyes. What he saw both surprised and alarmed him. To his left, a grey curtain covered a window in the corner; to his right was a fabric partition, obviously to keep him hidden from the other person in the adjacent bed. Directly in front of his bed was a small table with a black box sitting on it. Above the table was a TV whose prime was obviously back in 1982, the large dial knobs dating it. The most surprising thing, and not in a good way, was that someone was sitting in the chair directly to his right. As his vision cleared and the silhouette came into view, X felt his eyebrows rise up onto his forehead. Of all the people he did not want to see, he would have to be the first on the list.
Robin looked upon the stirring thief with a thousand yard s
Mistakes (?)You called me out from my bedMistakes (?)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the middle of the night
I left my prison silently;
no one awoken by my flight.
I found you in the streetlight,
So far gone that you lay with me
on the rain-wet ground.
You stretched your body over mine,
said I was the only girl for you,
I kissed you in the soaking grass,
though I knew it wasn't true.
Your mouth tasted like alcohol,
your breath smelled of smoke,
I fell asleep in your arms
so you'd be there when I woke.
TT: Nights of Venom - Ch 2CHAPTER IITT: Nights of Venom - Ch 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
11:09PM PST, Saturday, 5 December
Jump City - Outside abandoned Alameda Naval Air Station
The road leading back to the decrepit base was smooth, a paradox to the rusted and corroded buildings and hangers strewn about the concrete landscape. There were no streetlights along this stretch of asphalt and even less traffic. The area was bathed in darkness, a haven for anyone or anything that wished to remain invisible from prying eyes.
The jet black motorcycle flying down the road blended perfectly into the night, its presence only indicated by the bright swath of its headlamps and burning tail light. The sound it made was a subdued buzz as it traversed down the road at 80 miles per hour, the exhaust note virtually inaudible from more than a quarter mile away. The rider, also clad entirely in black, now clicked down on the shift lever and let off the throttle, the steady hum of the engine now whining as it spun down.
this is to my friendsthis is to the peoplethis is to my friends5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who can build me up
and break me
all in the same breath.
this is to the girls
who are so unique
and not afraid to be themselves
i can't help but admire you all.
this is to the boys
who make me laugh
and teach me to play the craziest of games
you feed my sense of adventure.
this is to the group
that embarrasses me at school and beyond
making me spit sarcasm at you
and act like i don't know you.
this is to the people
who i don't deserve to have
to build me up
to break me down.
this is to the individuals
whom i truly love with all my heart
if you ever left me
i'd be broken.
this is to the people
who i love most of all
but act like i don't
and they don't deserve that.
this is to the people
who make life worth living
the day a bit brighter
and a smile worth sharing.
this is to my friends.
i love you all.
One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 23One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 232 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Taste of the Immortal
Is the Mortal Realm all that there is? No, of course not. When the gods wanted to create us mortals, the only way to do so was to imbue us with a piece of themselves. That piece became our immortal soul and that, like the gods themselves, endures for all eternity. But where does that soul go after our deaths? It goes to a plane within the Immortal Realm where the gods themselves either watch over and protect or ignore and abandon us.
— Archpriest Gallenicas of Salervurg
He was back home. It was not Bronwyn's house in Kubei nor was it Fitno's house, but home. It was the house he had grown up in, the house his parents had owned until they died. He was back in Sandrin, back when things were peaceful and happy. Syler could sense it all, every detail, and his soul savored every moment. He remembered the smells of his mother's cooking, the bubbling of the boiling pots full of potions his father was making, and the sound of his sister laug
WR- A Lost Paradise? P15WR- A Lost Paradise? P153 years ago in Drama More Like This
WOLF'S RAIN- A LOST PARADISE?
THE DARKNESS IS COMING
"It came from nowhere .devoured the city in a wave of blackness " Gretchen breathed, recalling what had driven her pack so far from their home. "The humans simply disappeared into it. We ran. We just ran "
"There was a young human couple. They helped us get away " Tien said biting her lip. "They didn't even try to run; they just told us that a white wolf would open Paradise for the wolves. That there was no point in them trying to run from it "
"Hubb and Cher ." Sue whispered. "It has to be Hubb and Cher "
"This world is dying. The closer you get to Paradise Kiba, the more of this world fades " Aki explained his voice grave.
"But that's not fair!!" Sue yelled. "Not all humans are bad!!"
"Be still." Conan- (the brown and black wolf from earlier) - ordered, his tone harsh. "Learn to hold your tongue around your elders."
Sue flattened her ears against her head and lay d
TT: Nights of Venom - Ch 10CHAPTER XTT: Nights of Venom - Ch 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
6:17AM PST, Thursday, 10 December
Jump City Titans Tower
Raven levitated out of her room and down the hallway. Her daily ritual of a cold shower, mediation and getting dressed now behind her, she looked forward to the final phase of her routine; herbal tea. A hot cup of that stuff, what BB liked to call plant juice, was usually the capstone to her day. After breakfast, it seemed, the day would gradually decline or drop off a sheer cliff. Either way, she knew that so long as her tea was there to help her start her day, at least it would start on a good note.
As the doors to the living room parted, Raven could see things were not as they should be. The normal morning quiet had been replaced by a cacophony of radio traffic, static laced voices being broadcast over airwaves at different frequencies. Various wave patters were displayed on the screen, at the center of which was a map. Ov