DeadlineDeadlines. Oh, how Langston Parker hated deadlines. They always seemed to crawl toward him at first, picking their way leisurely through weeks of plotting and typing and revising and retyping; but then they suddenly screamed, "BOO!" and leaped out from behind his computer monitor to torment him through the final weeks leading up to publication. His editors loved setting them. He was all too adept at breaking them.Deadline8 years ago in Horror More Like This
He leaned forward in his computer chair, squinting at the screen through eyes clouded from lack of sleep. Four empty mugs stood at easy reach around him, resting on stacks of discarded manuscript. Stacks that were growing taller with every passing hour when they should have been shrinking – the Day of Reckoning was a mere seventy-two hours away, and he still had fourteen chapters to write.
The bags under his eyes twitched, as though encouraging the lids above them to close. Parker blinked them into submission and rested his fingers on the keyboard once more. They spit out a s
Red Velvet, Black VelvetRose Lalonde is not familiar with adults. Her mother only invites friends for "tea" on occasion, and they all might as well be the same woman. They form a blurred parade in her mind, a never ending procession of socialites toeing the line of middle-age. She sees their different outfits, different press-dried hairstyles, but always, always that same copy-pasted smile fresh from the school of passive aggressive knocks. Oh, what a charming dress, I remember having one like that as a little girl. Oh, you're still writing your little stories? Good for you, it's good to spread out of those dark little horror books you always read. Little, little, little- always the operative word.Red Velvet, Black Velvet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mr. Egbert is different. For one thing he is, as his name may suggest, a man. Her experience with older men is almost non-existent, and from her point of view they might as well be a different species from her entirely: silent, rugged beasts stalking jungles of business suits and automobiles. He does indeed
The Holiday: Chapter OneThe Holiday: Chapter OneThe Holiday: Chapter One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How I detest Mondays. Of course this dislike is deliciously cliché, but I feel entirely justified in my frustration. This particular Monday was presenting itself as one of the worst in quite some time: indeed, I had only been observing rehearsal for an hour and already my head was throbbing.
The usual was taking place, only exaggerated to such an extent that had I been in good health, I would have been doubled over with laughter. Signora Guidicelli was persistently griping about God knows what at the top of her operatic lungs, blurring her French and Italian into one indistinguishable mess. Something akin to pity rose up when I surveyed the poor conductor: he looked utterly exhausted and had long ago abandoned arguing with the diva, instead electing to take a well-deserved nap in the orchestra pit. The acting manager looked no better: he continually raked his ha
TallyThere was the moment.Tally5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course, there were no end of moments with a guy like Luce. Hell, even the way the scrawny eight-year-old punched him in his generous nine-year-old gut with a fist like a goddamn ice-pick and told him to forget about his fucking baseball was one that would never quite leave Lamont Toucey's mind. At that age, the way Luce wielded his curse-words was just about as impressive as the way he handled his elbows, but Lamont was a quick study and had a bit of chubbiness for protection. Older, they barreled through alleys behind bars, laughing and wiping at each other's bloody noses. Not cleaning, mind, just wiping, and then snapping at each other, demanding why they wore their best shirts when this happened every fucking time, you bastard.
The individual punches really weren't noteworthy anymore, but rather a dime-a-dozen. They were some sort of investment in the blood-based bank that was Lamont and Luce, cramming them closer with every new tight ba
Opposites AttractFor as long as he could remember, Lamont Toucey had been raised by his parents by a very strict budget which included limited toys. In his humble ten year old opinion, it sucked, a lot. It really wasn't his fault though. He liked to blame his parents because if they had more money, he'd be able to get that G.I. Joe action figure that he'd been begging them for. Instead he was stuck with a few old hand-me-downs from his father and a baseball that he found one day at a park.Opposites Attract5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The baseball was autographed by Babe Ruth and while Lamont wasn't necessarily a huge fan of baseball, he knew that Babe Ruth was a really good baseball player. It really amazed Lamont that anybody could just leave an autographed baseball laying around in the park. When he initially found it, he tried selling it to the pawn shop down the road, but they wouldn't take it because it didn't appear to be 'legitimate'. At the time, Lamo
When The Mask Comes Off:Chp.29Chapter 29: Battle and BaitWhen The Mask Comes Off:Chp.299 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender, or any of the names or characters of the show. I merely control them for my own twisted pleasure from this point in the story on.
Almost immediately after his uncle's body tensed at her words, Hanea attacked. She was swift and she was beside Zuko before he could even react to his uncle, let alone the underswipe kick that sent him to the ground on his back. His swords fell to the ground beside him.
She moved to kicked him again and he stopped her foot inches way from his chest. Pushing her back with all his strength, he jumped to his feet and followed through with blast of fire.
She dodged around it easily enough, appearing at his side again and severing the root of his flame at the base of his hands. The flame disappeared into the air as he tried to elbow her
Haunted Chapter EightErikHaunted Chapter Eight3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.
Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was graythe loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the maskgray, gray, gray, and I could not escape from it.
One would assume that an individual in my precarious condition would concern himself with matters of greater importance than the heinous architecture and drab color scheme, yet I was fixated upon it. And by God, I could not abide by it. It was sickening.
For I thirsted for beauty, and yet beauty seemed determined
Escape ArtistsThe hood of the van is pretty sturdy, so it can definitely support both Luce and Lamont and the case of beer sitting between them. They're parked somewhere so far from civilization that when it's especially dark, like now, it really isn't so hard to believe what they say about there being more stars than grains of sand on a beach. That kind of stuff would just sound ridiculous on any night other than this. They would have stayed in the car but with all of Luce's things taking up the backseat, and still more delivery boxes crammed in, there's barely any room left. But who cares. Feels nice out.Escape Artists5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tonight Luce is the escape artist and Lamont is providing the getaway van. This is the way it's always been, for years and years, except this isn't make-believe anymore. Lamont is driving because Luce's license has been revoked for reasons he wouldn't care to explain to his parents. That's all well and good be
SneakyDoc Worth never cut himself while shaving, despite how much he preferred one to the other.Sneaky5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If just for sheer fact of how long he'd been doing it (in alleys, behind bars, in bars after fifteen shots), Worth was damn good at what he did. It all came down to his skill with various pointy objects. He could stitch up a foot-long tear on an idiot like Hanna in less than five minutes. Roughly thirty seconds to an inch, twine making whizzing noises all the while. His hands, gnarled and dirty like those of a starved sixty-year-old man, were trained instruments and concentrated extensions of his overall kickassery.
Shaving was no different. His tendons pulled like levers, always applying the perfect amount of pressure until he finished with clean-scraping noises and a flick of his bamboo-shoot wrist. It was exacting, almost religious in its precision. He went into the shaving zone and only came out when he was baby-smooth all over. It wasn't even cognizant anymore, regardless of ho
ScrapbookingDistractions were fairly easy to come by when it came to the interior of Doc Worth's office.Scrapbooking5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This was something Hanna's zombie companion found himself becoming progressively grateful for, as the weeks rolled by and he ended up spending a lot more time in that office than he would have liked. Hanna once made a cheery remark about these being 'social visits', but in his friend's humble opinion such visits generally shouldn't have involved things like Hanna bleeding all over the floor. And the visits did tend to revolve around this, whether it was due to the latest collateral damage from one of the redhead's cases or simply because of his rather stunning ability to get himself injured doing seemingly simple tasks. Between things like the run-in with that troll under the bridge and Hanna's regular trips down the stairs, the twenty-four year old and his companion tended to find themselves in Worth's office at least once a week.
Therefore things like the series of curses were essentially rou
little bit harmfulSome of his books, he's noticed, have gone missing. He can't actually prove that Worth's taken them- he's never seen the man pocket one, or spotted one on the grubby desk of his office or anything- but hell, it's not like he really needs proof to blame him anyway. But trying to fight with him to get them back seems like a lost cause, so fuck it, he figures, and heads to the bookstore.little bit harmful5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Barnes & Noble in the mall isn't huge, but it's got all of what he's after and it's good enough to wander around in for a bit, at least. He's actually enjoying himself, right up until he turns a corner in the fiction shelves and nearly bumps into Worth.
They both pause, staring at each other; Worth doesn't exactly look startled, or sheepish, but sort of both of those at once mixed together with the usual smugness, condescension, and grime. His own mouth, he's pretty sure, is hanging open (seriously, Worth in a book shop?) but he can't even be self-conscious enough right now to car
Shin Riders Episode 13Shin Riders Episode 134 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kamen Rider Double-O: Shin Riders Vs. Great Leader
(仮面ライダー ダブルーオ： 真ライダー 対 グレト リダー)
Episode 13: Those who will not fight, will not survive!! (戦わなければ、生き残れない!!)
By: Pablo L. Puente Jr.
[Date: November 13, 2003]
Secret War takes the Lives of many.
By: Kiddo Shinji
In the recent months, there has been a string of bizarre cases in where random amount of people have gone missing into thin air in heavily populated areas. The police have been left baffled due to the lack of any evidence or any witnesses at the scene of crime. With the lack of any evidence or witnesses many of these cases have been deemed cold. To those who have been missing leave deep wounds in t
ME2- Cameo Squad MembersNotes:ME2- Cameo Squad Members5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If the character has a personal weapon, those will be listed in parentheses after the category they fall under; their weapon will still improve when Shepard upgrades that category, but they cannot be switched out for other weapons of that type.
Loyalty Powers are only useable after the Loyalty Mission for that character is completed.
Class Powers are a passive adjustment to the character's stats and performance; they also essentially determine the character's title.
All powers may be Evolved once they reach the maximum level, allowing the player to choose one of two specializations.
There are 3 types of lifebars that enemies can have, which stack on top of each other: Shields, Armor and Health. An enemy is considered unprotected once both Shields and Armor are gone. Allied characters have Shields and Health, and once Health runs out, the character is incapacitated until combat ends.
This is in no way supposed to be indicative of the actual game, just imaginative conjecture of ho
HiNaBN: No kidney thieves 'ere He didn't know why Worth kept putting him through this.HiNaBN: No kidney thieves 'ere5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everytime Conrad had been hungry since Adelaide had bitten him, he'd had to call the good doctor. Well, perhaps 'good' was a bit of an overstatement. Perhaps 'quack' was a better word.
Then there was Lamont, Worth's assistant. Lamont was okay. Lamont was tolerable. Lamont had a stupid laugh, but sometimes Conrad even enjoyed his company.
Really, he liked Lamont. But he didn't like Worth.
He had never felt one iota of a friendly feeling toward Worth, despite what Toni or Hanna said. He only every wanted to punch the doctor very hard directly in the face whenever they were in the same room together.
He received a phone call from Worth as soon as the sun had finally slipped below the oily horizon, and made a mental note to kill his phone for having caller ID.
"Hello?" Conrad said ruefully.
What is this I don't evenD--> 100k at your matespritWhat is this I don't even4 years ago in Humor More Like This
D--> Now back to me
D--> Now back at your matesprit
D--> Now back to me
D--> Sadly he isn't me
D--> But if he stopped using science wands and switched to his FISTS, he could smell like me
D--> 100k down
D--> Back up
D--> Where are you
D--> You're on your matesprit's ship
D--> With the troll your matesprit could smell like
D--> What's in your hand
D--> Back at me
D--> I HAVE IT
D--> It is your matesprit's science wand, which I have DEBUNKED
D--> Anything is possible when your matesprit uses STRENGTH instead of science
D--> I'm on a hoofbeast
Englandxreader: An 'Accidental' Meeting'What exactly does she want to give me again?' you thought to yourself.Englandxreader: An 'Accidental' Meeting3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were wandering around the classical section of the local bookstore, browsing through some of Shakespeare's plays. Your friend Adreana had insisted that you come with her for some reason, saying something about a late birthday present before telling you she would be picking you up in an hour and hanging up. You were kind of curious as to what the present was, even though you had insisted that it was alright. You smiled to yourself. It seemed like just the thing she would do though.
But then she said she had to go to the bathroom, and it had already been a little more than five minutes. You were a bit worried, but you brushed it off, sure that she could take care of herself. Scanning the various titles, you suddenly saw one that Adreana had been pestering you to read for quite some time now- "Love's Labor's Lost". A bit unfortunately for you, that very one was located on the highest shelf, just barely out of your
The Holiday: Chapter SixJust a bit further, Christine assured me, huffing a little as she dragged her luggage along, It should be beyond that hill over there. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose had grown pink in the frigid air. Her brows were furrowed with exhaustion from our long walk, and it was clear that she wanted nothing more to reach the cabin, drop her bags, and collapse on the featherbed. However, despite her discomfort, she managed to maintain a cheery disposition.The Holiday: Chapter Six7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As you have probably guessed, that was not the case with me.
I should think that hailing a brougham would have been far more practical, I began, nearly ready to rip out the tongue of the next unfortunate person who gave me a nasty look.
Erik, here are no broughams here, at least not in these little side streets. Besides, look at how lovely it is here! She grinned brilliantly. You wouldnt want to miss this scenery, would you?
Yes, I would very much like to miss this sc
When The Mask Comes Off:Chp.31Chapter 31: GoodbyeWhen The Mask Comes Off:Chp.319 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender, or any of the names or characters of the show. I merely control them for my own twisted pleasure from this point in the story on.
Katara awoke on her stomach. Her memory came back in a panicked rush and she realized quickly that she hadn't been dreaming.
She was on her feet within a moment and winced when her head suddenly pounded hard enough to make her plop right back on the ground. That hurt, whatever it was. She reached around her head and touched the bump at the base of her skull gently.
"It's a nasty bump, but there should be no lasting damage." Katara looked up at the sound of Iroh's voice and looked over to the sound, slightly surprised to see Iroh and a motionless Hanae.
They were sitting across from one another, the fire between them, drinking tea. At first
Stay Chapter 4"Commander Alenko?"Stay Chapter 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kaidan fought to keep from pinching the bridge of his nose as Lilith called out to him. Her attempts at flirting had become more pronounced lately and she hadn't seemed to understand the gentle, yet subtle ways he'd been trying to show his disinterest. He didn't want to come right out and tell her to stop, for one reason and one reason only - he had too few allies on this colony and couldn't afford to alienate even one of them, even if she had become more of a pain in his backside the past month.
"Yes, Lilith?" he replied, his gaze focused on the calibrations for the GARDIAN in front of him.
"Still haven't figured it out?" she asked.
"I don't know what's wrong! I've gone over every single piece of code, every targeting parameter, and nothing is out of order. I just don't understand why it isn't working!" he sighed, frustration evident in his tone.
"Well, um, a group of us are having a small dinner gathering tonight and I w
Taismo: Cosmo discovers Tails' feelings for her This is one-shot is set between episodes 65 and 69 of Sonic X. It's clear by this point that Tails is infatuated with Cosmo, as he admits to himself that he has feelings for Cosmo in episode 65 and nearly tells her that she is beautiful! Cosmo doesn't display any major noticeable romantic feelings towards Tails in ep. 65 but it's clear she has a crush on him before they fall into the lake of love.Taismo: Cosmo discovers Tails' feelings for her3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Anyway, that's the background for this story. Hope you enjoy!
Cosmo stood, hands held on her chest, on a corridor of the Blue Typhoon staring out of a window. Sonic stood next to her, leaning casually on the wall just before it met the window. Cosmo sighed deeply.
"Sonic, aren't the stars just beautiful? I think I could stand here forever."
Sonic displayed a lesser interest in the stars but seemed happy to stare out of the window with her. "They sure are, Cosmo" he replied cheerily.
Just then Tails walked past. "Hi Tails." said Cosmo, clearly happy to see him.
"Hey buddy. How's it