Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 1)Rachel was upset. Her new stepmother, Linda, was attempting to win her over, and it bothered Rachel greatly. In her Sophomore year of high school, her mother had passed away. After two years of mourning, her father had taken it upon himself to find someone new, because he felt it was what his wife would want. And so, he had met, and eventually married, Linda. Linda was not an awful woman; in fact, she was quite nice, constantly trying to win over Rachel.Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But Rachel would not have it.
She felt that her father had moved on too quickly, that he had jumped back into the fray of things much too soon. "Dad!" She had argued, "You've been alone for less than 2 years, that's less than 1/10 of my life!" But her father had simply refused to hear it. And so, 19 year old Rachel had spent her last summer before college stuck with Linda.
One week into her Summer vacation, Rachel woke up to the most wonderful
Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 3)Rachel lounged lazily in bed, knowing that Linda and Tom were home. She was hoping to avoid talking to Linda, so she laid quietly under her covers, listening for the front door to open, or the shower to turn on, so she could sneak out and grab some food (assuming Linda had made some; since she had eaten everything there was to eat over the weekend).Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 3)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finally, she heard footsteps. Waiting for the sound of the shower turning on, Rachel jumped violently when there was a soft, yet unexpected, knock on her door. Unsure of what to do, Rachel simply waited. The knock was repeated, along with Linda's voice, asking "Rachel? Are you up? Do you mind if I come in?"
Rachel froze. On one hand, she was legitimately concerned that if she kept snubbing Linda, Linda might quit cooking for her. On the OTHER hand, this was the woman who now was married to her father. She scowled, before begrudgingly saying "S
ComfortComfort4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly looked from the door to her kitchen at the man who was clearly too tall for his chair. She was used to being ignored by him in the lab, not talking to her or even looking as she would hand him what ever tool he asked for. But that was usually in front of a microscope, and this This was after an impossible situation. One that she herself would not be able to get through on her own.
Sherlock seemed determined to be alone.
Leaving John would possibly be the hardest thing Sherlock would ever have to do in his life. Knowing that John would have to go through every day believing his best friend had killed himself right in front of him made Molly want to shove Sherlock out the door and straight back to Baker Street. It was hard to look at him. Just sitting there. Like nothing mattered. Not anymore.
His voice surprised her. It was oddly calm and emotionless. Not that Sherlock talk with emotion before, but this was just Empty.
"I'm sorry," Molly said, walking
Fever~It would take some time for April to get used to having mutant ninja turtles as her best friends.~Fever3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It had been a week since she met the Turtles.
The Teenage Mutant FREAKING Ninja Turtles.
April had seen their secret sewer lair, met the giant Japanese rat named Splinter, witnessed their kick-butt ninja skills, and all in one grand evening. Understandably, her mind was still reeling.
But the teen was nothing if not resilient, and took these develops in stride. Meaning, she screamed her head off for the first five minutes. Of course she eventually calmed down, learned the Turtles origins and over the week got to know themrealizing, belatedly, that they were nothing more than normal teenagers; inhumanness and ninja skills aside.
But the constant realization "Oh my freaking God, I met mutant ninja turtles" was a steady mantra through her conscious for the duration of her school week. April had moved through the halls like a zombie, imagining every single morning that the entire T
TMNT-RingTMNT-Ring3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Donatello darted from building to building, not letting the shadow below in the alleyways escape from his view. It was only ten minutes ago that Donatello had heard an alarm go off from a nearby building. A man had ran out with a bag of stolen goods and the mutant knew he couldn’t just let that go.
The ninja knew when he got home he’d probably get an ear full from his brothers and rat father, but he couldn’t just let this man get away with burglary. Not on his watch. Donatello flew from the top of the building he was on and landed gracefully in front of the burglar. The man gasped and turn to escape, but Donatello was faster.
In one swift move, the mutant swung his bo staff around and knocked the man clean off his feet. Upon hitting the ground, the mutant could tell the man had been knocked out cold. But to be sure, Donatello poked him with the tip of his staff.
“Serves ya right.” Donatello could hear sirens nearby and he turned to leave. He stopped, curio
Amy Pond TGAmy Pond TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amy Pond TG
Alex Malors stood at the front of the store, the store that sold such amazing stuff inside. The store was said to be every nerd's dream, with Star Trek stuff, such as scale models of the Enterprise, to Star Wars stuff (On the opposite side of the store from Star Trek.), like Ewoks and toy lightsabers. From Torchwood stuff, such as various items seen in the show, to Doctor Who stuff, like Sonic Screwdrivers, and outfits for each Doctor.
However, one item interested him the most. In the back of the store, the g
April and Donnie Hangout (Supposedly)Summary: April and Donatello have a change of plans and decide not to hang out that evening. Mikey is not having it. A Donnie/April one-shot. Based off of the 2012 teenage mutant ninja turtles.April and Donnie Hangout (Supposedly)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rated: PG-13 for stuff
“Well….looks like Murakami’s noodle shop isn’t open today. So much for hanging out,” April told a slightly disappointed Donatello while they both were in the lair that evening. The human and mutant turtle had both planned on hanging out just the two of them for once, without anyone else. Earlier that day, Donnie and April had planned on heading over to Murakami’s noodle shop and just eat there.
The redhead and the turtle slumped against the living room couch side-by-side deep in thought about what they were going to do now. The two of them thought they were alone in the living room. Little did they know, the youngest brother had heard April give out the disappointing news.
Michelangelo popped up from behind the couch startling both Do
Classified:S.S.D. Chapter 1: ChoicesClassified: Sera's Secret Diary: Chapter 1: ChoicesClassified:S.S.D. Chapter 1: Choices4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Integra smirked as she saw all her pathetic man quivering at her glare. "Alright then. Let's begin."
"Chapter 1: Choices
I still can't believe that I, Seras Victoria, am a vampire. I get the willies just thinking about how I am pretty much an animated walking corpse.
The worst part is that I have no one to blame but myself for this. I made the choice. That's right. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.
So what lead up to my bloody (no pun intended) fate. Well, we have to go about a week before I met my master."
Alucard snickered. "So sad, the police girl doesn't want to skip straight to the good part but I guess she's just saving the best part for last.
"Best Part?" Pip asked as he scratched his head.
Walter fixed his monocle as he replied. " He's referring to her death."
"Oh " Pip stated for a second until he suddenly grew angry. "OYE! HOW IN THE HELL IS THAT THE GOOD PART?"
"You see my perverted freckled Frenchman,
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 5“You will forget your talking points, you will lose your confidence, you will embarrass yourself,” said Circe.Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 54 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I will forget my talking points, I will lose my confidence, and I will embarrass myself,” replied Wonder Woman.
Diana awoke in a pile on the floor. Her lasso was tied around her waist. She was wearing the sweats that she had on the night before.
The door swung open and it was Bruce Wayne.
“Bruce, help! Is this a dream!? I saw Circe! What happened!?”
“Hold on, Diana. Lets get you free.”
Bruce looked at the helpless Diana on the floor. He hefted her up and untied her. Bruce then expected the house for signs of a break-in. At first glance, he couldn’t find any.
“Do you remember anything, Diana?”
“Just Circe’s voice, then I suddenly woke up! Thank God you’re here to save me, Bruce.” replied Diana. “Usually, it’s the other way around.”
Bruce ignored her comment.
TMNT-Cliche“Are we there yet?”TMNT-Cliche3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Can I open my eyes now?”
“Love you too.”
Donatello led April O’Neil through the cold autumn night, the icy air brushing against their skin. He had set up for this moment for over a month, and nothing was going to ruin it. Not his brothers, not Splinter, not the Purple Dragons, Foot Clan, and most importantly, not the Shredder. This night belonged to Donatello and Donatello alone.
He stopped leading the red head girl and April struggled to peek through Donatello’s hands. The mutant felt himself grin, proud at how smooth everything was going for him.
“Can I open my eyes NOW?”
Donatello dropped his hands and April gasped. He had found a place in the local dump to set down a blanket and picnic. He had rewired an old T.V and DVD player and searched for a good movie the two of them could watch. It wasn’t the most romantic s
TMNT: April's LullabyIt was a quiet night in New York City. Even the villains were all home trying to get some rest. In the sewers of New York, the turtles and Splinter were getting some much needed sleep. Everyone, except Donatello, the brains of the bunch. Donnie had been trying to perfect an invention for over a week now. He hadn't slept in five days because he wanted to finish the project.TMNT: April's Lullaby3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
April had decided to spend the night and train, even though Splinter wasn't awake. She wiped her sweaty forehead and walked out of the dojo towards the pit. She walked past Donnie's lab, but stopped and looked in. She found Donnie at his desk with drooping eyelids. She walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her tiredly.
"Donnie, you should really get some sleep" April suggested.
"I can't sleep. I gotta finish this project to help defeat the Kraang" Donnie said tiredly. His voice was hoarse from not getting sleep.
"Why are you doing this to yourself? It's not healthy to stay awake for fi
The Witch Queen: InterludeThe sounds of footsteps through the stone hallways resonated like a haunting echo, the general striding towards his destination within the castle. As he passed by guards saluting him, the battle-hardened veteran passed by several pictures of the ruler, Queen Irelya Boleslava, the cunning and wise queen of Kruszevya. Her power is known throughout the land, both in her ability to rule, and her affinity of the arcane arts, for she is also known as the Witch Queen. The portraits lining the walls present the splendor and regal poise of the lithe woman in it, giving a confidant smile as her eyes gleamed with her cunning.The Witch Queen: Interlude4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually reaching the large oak doors, the pair of guards opens it as the general strides across the ornate rug, kneeling before his queen. "My lady, I come with news from the front" he states as he raises his head to see the regal ruler. While the portraits did capture much of her essence, there was a, not so little a
TMNT Drabbles(1)TMNT Drabbles3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was easy to tell when Raphael was worried, because he vented it during training. There was an extra hint of brutality to his movements, unable to solve his problems his own way so he had to lash out somehow. He'd never actually talk about his worries as he considered that a weakness. So when his pet Spike began getting ill, Michelangelo knew he'd be very sore very soon. April had promised to go and buy some pet medicine, and the lair was quiet.
After thoroughly pummeling Michelangelo for two straight hours, Raphael went to check on Spike. Donatello was sitting on the floor, silently holding Spike in one arm. This could have easily sent Raphael in a rage - it was a non-spoken rule that, besides Splinter, no one was allowed to touch Spike, lest they wanted an arm broken. But before a battle could begin, Raphael saw that Donatello was doing with his other arm - ever so gently using the tips of his 'fingers' to pet Spike's shell, back and forth. Raphael recognized the motion
Getting out of ShapeGetting out of shape.Getting out of Shape7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As a superheroine the nights of Wonder Woman, also known as to a select few also by her civilian identity Diana Prince, were often filled with action, adventure and intrigue. The sun going down would often mean she would find herself fighting evildoers, going on stakeouts, hunting down vicious criminals and countless other battles.
Hi, Im Chuck Norris and Im here to talk about Bowflex. Tonight was not one of those nights however. Tonight she was stretched out on a couch in her home with a glass of ice water in one hand, and the remote on the other.
There were plenty of other superheroines in the Justice League and thus even for an extremely well experienced and powerful member like Wonder Woman there were nights off for better or worse.
Mostly for worse all things considered, given that Diana simply didnt get much of what passed for entertainment in the &
Departure"They need us, Arnold." Stella said gently, fighting back tears. "We have to go back there. I don't want to spend another day worrying about them. They've done so much for us, we owe it to them. And...so do you."Departure5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arnold knew this, he knew this well. The Green Eyed people did need their help, and he truly owed it to them, after what they had done for his parents, and for him and his classmates back three years ago. He knew what he had to do. What had to be done. It wasn't going to be easy, all things considered. A life-changing thing like this was never easy, no matter how exciting or how important. You could never deny how it wasn't easy to do. Not in the least. And not just the process of it, either. But the feelings. Everything that came with it, whatever that may be.
In his case, it was going to be hard to leave everyone behind. His friends, his grandparents, the boarders, and of course... Helga. His ex-girlfriend. Whom he still did love and care about immensely.
Sticks and Stones11:34 blinked in cheerful neon green from the LED screen of the kitchen's alarm clock, spilling onto the floorboards as April did her best (worst) ninja impression to sneak into the room. The wood beneath her sock-clad feet creaked audibly, and she winced as the sound echoed through her aunt's home. When her relative didn't come barging in with a bat the teen decided that she hadn't been woken and continued toward the refrigerator.Sticks and Stones3 years ago in Humor More Like This
She knew that contained within the frigid icebox rested her aunt's specialtycoconut cream pie, of which April wasn't supposed to have until after lunch the following day. And that wasn't going to happen.
All other thoughts banished from her mind save one steady mantra(must get pie, don't wake up Auntie, must get pie, don't wake up Auntie) and her fingers were centimeters away from the fridge's handle when she heard the window against the far wall open.
The sane part of her brain knew that such a thing was impossible; her aunt's apartment was on the ten
TMNT Swimming Lesson, Pt.1It was another hot summer day in New York. The humid air made it even more miserable. April walked down the streets toward the back ally way with the closest manhole cover to her best friends' lair. The world in front of her was blurred and the cars seems as though they were swaying unnaturally. April shook her head. She was fine, which meant her distorted view of the world was caused by the heat steaming off the scalding pavement. She hoped the sewers were cooler than the sweltering heat in the city above.TMNT Swimming Lesson, Pt.12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She reached down to the manhole cover, but stopped before she touched it. It was 100 degrees (at least), the sun was beating down, and she was about to touch a metal manhole cover. When did she sink to Mikey's intelligence level? Looking around, she saw some old cardboard and rags near the dumpster in the ally way and used that to maneuver the burning manhole cover from the entrance to the sewers.
Thankfully, the sewers were a bit cooler than New York. It was most likely because the
Sherlock- NurseWarning- contains post reichenbach spoilers.Sherlock- Nurse4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Molly Hooper was having a bad day.
It was her day off, or, at least, was supposed to be. And yet she was here. Truthfully, she hadn't left Bart's in nearly two days, save for a quick pop home for a wash before she received an urgent call to return. Then she came back to find her favorite sociopath bleeding in the mortuary, appearing dead. She'd managed to stop the bleeding without bandaging him, thankfully. Bandages would come later, out of sight.
He looked bloody awful, or at the least, both bloody and awful. Doubtless a closed-casket funeral would be in order. Thank God. She didn't know how they'd pull of an open casket. She waited, but no-one came to see the body. The report said that he had been dead on arrival. And he had probably seemed it. Molly knew a bit about anesthetics, and the particular one she'd given to the man was actually from one of his earlier cases. A man had faked his death by the drug, and luckily she still had a bit t
Catwoman TGCatwoman TG3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
One night, I was playing Batman Arkham City's Catwoman missions when there was a knock on the door. I paused the game and went over to the door. I opened the door and saw a small package on the ground. I picked it up and took it upstairs.
I opened the package, it was a cat necklace. I put it around my neck, "Wow, it fits me perfectly!" I said. Suddenly, it began to glow.
I felt very strange as if I was changing and becoming a different person. Suddenly, my hips burst outward as pockets of fat made them rounder. I grabbed my ass as fat pushed it into a sexy heart shape. I could feel the fat draining from my calves as they turned slender and soft, while my thighs thickened out until my trousers were filled up. My feet soon slipped out of their shoes and socks as they cracked down seven sizes. I felt my feet arched slightly, toes shrinking down as the nails became pedicured, leaving behind very dainty feet.
I tried to get used to my new legs and walked a little, unconsci
Shakira TGShakira TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jorge was a huge soccer fan, and he watched FIFA almost religiously, alas, he had broken his right leg severely when he was young, so he could not play. The FIFA Cup 2010 was beginning today and he tuned in. Shakira was the one that made the song for the Cup, and as the tournament kicked off her song began, Jorge liked it. He thought that if he was her maybe he could he could finally do something, finally play soccer. With that thought he felt his right leg begin twitch and tingle, he didn't think much of it, it was always stinging or tingling so it wasn't too bad. His other leg began to change as well as his leg hair fell out as they smoothed and grew tanner. The changes went down to the his feet that shrunk. The tingly feeling was now very recognizable because it went to his crotch, his penis was sucked inside of him, that was then replace with a tight vagina. His stomach was reshaped and hardened into a sexy six pack. His hips expanded out while his chest expanded into two sexy brea
Disney Princess TG- RapunzelRyan was taking a walk along a small well-worn dirt part on his family's property. His brown leather hiking boots crunched on the scattered pebbles and his denim blue jeans wrinkled slightly around the thighs as he continued along his journey. His grey T-shirt waved around from his motions and his short jet black hair clung to the back of his head as his green eyes covered with large rounded glasses suddenly caught a glint of metal. He moved towards it, slightly flattening a shrub and picked up the object. He discovered it was a crown; most likely silver with several rubys adorning the ring and three flower petal-like shapes pointing upward on the front. He held it in his right hand, wondering why this strange piece of jewelry was here when a blinding white light engulfed him. He closed his eyes the best he could as he was transported to the top room of a stand-alone cobble tower surrounded by nothing but forest. The bright light dimmed to nonexistence, leaving him at awe as to what haDisney Princess TG- Rapunzel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DeathNever had I seen such destruction. I have played witness to the brutal torture carried out in the prisons back in Persia and have, indeed, experienced said torture myself, but neverDeath7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was as if his house had imploded upon itself. Chairs were scattered upon the floor, lethal-looking slivers of wood jutting out from the legs that had been snapped in half. His fine loveseats had been shredded, bits of stuffing seeping out sheepishly from between tattered burgundy upholstery. Beneath a graveyard of empty and broken wine bottles, the carpets were littered with ominous red stains. The same red liquid had dried to a brown upon the walls, and ran down the stone in serpentine lines. Everywhere I looked, there was devastation. There was no beauty. This place was a wasteland. Everything was gone. Smashed. Shattered. Annihilated. Ruined. Gnarled. Broken, broken, broken!
I very nearly wept when I tripped over something large and gold, the dim candlelight dancing on its poor surface. Upon clo
Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 19) The walk home was hell. Literally hell. "Literally fucking hell!" Andrea grumbled as she held her hand against her forehead, attempting to stave off the frankly outrageous wind they were having. She had tried to hangout for a bit to see Kate, you know, to say goodbye, but the girl was so damn busy! She hadn't popped her head out in almost fifteen minutes and Andrea wasn't made of time! Well... She kinda was, but damn if the futon wasn't calling her name with it's siren song. So, despite her agonizingly overfilled belly, Andrea gathered up the gumption to march back to their apartment.Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 19)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Of course, gumption be damned, because it was so windy! Andrea's hand up on her face lead to the tiniest bit of her bloated belly peeking out of her formerly loose sweater, which acted as a sort of windsock, billowing up with wind and creeping up constantly, until Andrea finally had to just hold the damn thing