KHS Love is Forever Part28***PLEAS READ THE DISCRIPTION BEFORE READING! IT IS VERY IMPORTANT!!!***KHS Love is Forever Part282 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
~~~~~~~~The Baseball Field~~~~~~~~
Sasuke's fists tightened up at the sight of Zaku. A flashback accrued as he remembered that night at Sakura's house. Her thin white body, covered in black and blue gashes. It sent fire to the pit of his stomach, eating and eating away at him. At this time last year all he had cared about was getting into it with Itachi. All that aside, his focus seemed to be placed on Zaku, and Zaku only.
Naruto: Calm down, you're going to run out of steam before you even get out on the field.
Sasuke: Naruto You have no idea
Sasuke: You have no idea what he's done to her.
Naruto: Who? Sakura?
Naruto: I've seen the scars Sasuke, I want to hurt him just as, much as the next guy but this is also the game. Coach warned us about what would happen if we fought again.
Sasuke: How much will Sakura have to go through? She's scared of him but still wants to make him ha
Just a little romance...Sweep me off my feetJust a little romance...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And catch me when I fall
Whisper to me sweet nothings
And give to me your all
I'm sick of all this bullshit
Of the cheap words, lies and hate
I'm sick of being left alone
I'm sick of love always being late
Now I've never been 'girly'
In fact I'm usually the one dressed in black
And I've never needed much
I'm usually quite laid back
But when you've been through what I've been through
And after you've dealt with it all
You decide you want a bit of romance
No matter how small
So is it too much to ask
For just a bit of your time
To read this little love poem
And to hear my thoughts through rhyme?
HaS: Hal Character BioHaS: Hal Character Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hal M. Denmark
A self-proclaimed computer genius from the Clark Computer Company in Jupiter's Moon, Europa. He has been known to steal secret government information which gave him a bounty on his head. Suddenly, a bio-nuclear war in Europa, which spread a certain zombie virus, suddenly sprang up. Fortunately, he used his secret government information to obtain a vaccine from the said virus. Later, Europa was abandoned and Hal was thought to be dead for 5 years.
Currently, he lives in an underground stronghold spending his days trying to look for any trace of humanity left in Europa using radio signals.
Because he has been alone for quite a long time, he spends his spare time playing computer games, reading comics/manga, or watching cartoons/anime. This made some sort of psychological effect on him which drove him to a certain level of eccentricity.
HaS: Miki Character BioHaS: Miki Character Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Miki L. White
She was from a family of scrap scavengers in Europa. Her family likes to tinker with different kinds of scrap and make them into something useful. She has a pet black bear named Warren.
Then one day, sirens rang which marked the beginning of Europa's bio-nuclear war. Before the bombs came, Miki and Warren hid in a bomb-shed for safety. When they came out, everyone else were turned into zombies. Hesitantly, she used a giant dagger made from scrap metal to slay every zombie in sight. She lost her right eye to a zombie who happened to scoop it off. After that, she was left wandering the lands of Europa with Warren.
5 years later, she made a scrap radio satellite to locate any other survivors.
Five years with no one else to talk to except a giant bear named Warren and a bunch of zombies, her psychology became affected. She does not talk much and will usually answer with a straightforward "Ye
DragonsbreathDragonsbreath2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, seriously, what the hell am I doing here?" He growled, relying on anger, at himself, the situation, the people who had attacked him. Anger at anyone. Something to give him...something to focus on. Anything. He gave an exasperated grunt and started to pick himself back up.
That was when he heard the new sound. Now, rustling of leaves, the swaying of branches, all of that kind of thing, you expect it when surrounded by trees. Yes, each forest, or set of woods, or whatever, each of them is distinct. The noises similar, and familiar, but different enough that it can take a little while to adjust between one and the next.
But all more or less the same so that when something different comes along you can pick it out immediately. Complete irrespective of how long you have had to acclimate yourself to the subtle nuance of the environment.
He had heard wind make strange sounds in the past.
Angels of Death: Ch.9Angels of Death: Ch.93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 9: Two Steps Back
As the guardsman's transport ripped through the warp towards Iona-7, above the surface of the planet itself, something was already arriving. Due to its small size, it was able to bypass the scanning systems on the planet's surface, and soon it began to enter the planet's atmosphere.
That night, only a few guardsmen and technicians stationed at Fen-Wrath Mine saw the meteor like structure as it fell from the sky. Very few paid it any attention, and those which did soon lost interest, realising they had more important things to do that watch meteors.
Unfortunately, it wasn't a meteor.
The hunk of metal and debris, which was roughly the size of a land-raider, crashed into the vast jungle surrounding the mine. It ripped through the ground for a few meters, coming to an abrupt stop as it smashed into a tree.
Then there was an eerie silence, only broken by the smouldering from within and around the wreck. After a few seconds, the silence was broken again.
Angels of Death: Ch.7Angels of Death: Ch.73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7: Reinforcements
The time finally came for the imperial transports to take Darrius, Raege and their respective teams to Iona-7.
Raege, Cuddles and Boone were reunited with Zune the day before they were due to leave Xenon. She had been making arrangements with Darrius about the next mission and was confident that the two of them would work well together. Although Raege was a little upset that she'd been excluded from this, it did give her back some of the confidence she may have lost in Darrius after the incident with Michael.
Familiar faces Raege knew well started showing up. The fact that most of the force was getting together was an obvious sign that it would soon be time to leave. Darrius was also meeting back up with his own men. Michael was itching for a fight, as was the rest of his squad. The two psykers were already waiting at the terminal, playing cards. Xerxes and Halo were inspecting the ship and readying the gear for everyone.
Shadow, the mysterious assassin that R
Helena Character ProfileHelena Character Profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Candelarine Helena Junon
Her birthplace was in Geffen, where the Blacksmith Guild once was.
Her father is a great Blacksmith of various weapons and is known by
almost everyone in Rune-Midgard and even at some parts of
Schwartzvald Republic. But it was not until the the conflict of the Mage
and Blacksmith guild that they had to move to Schwartzvald Republic
to continue their business in Einbroch. Her mother lives in Juno who she
gets letters from time to time. Though her father forced her to become
a Blacksmith, she refused due to her interest in firearms. She wants to
invent a gun called "Thor's Hammer".
She has a cheerful and somewhat sassy attitude. She likes to spend
much time drawing. Her upstart liking for firearms make her eyes
sparkle in fascination and other times, she does funny movements.
Valentine's Day PoemEveryone loveValentine's Day Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because today is the day
The love month of the year
The lovely Valentine's Day
You can laugh
You can giggle
Even sing if you may
But you can't cry this time of the year
In lovely Valentine's Day
Don't hold back
About your family today
For they are a part of this wonderful day
This lovely Valentine's Day
One more thing
Three more words
Before all is out to say
I wish you all to be happy today
Happy Valentine's Day
Yaoi Fic, parte 5.[ Guilty Beauty Love, Parte 5# ]Yaoi Fic, parte 5.6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Aos poucos, fui o abraçando, queria sentir o calor de seu corpo, queria poder sentir seu coração bater junto ao meu, queria ele para mim. Ainda um tanto amedrontado, pois não sabia como ele iria reagir se eu o abraçasse, mas meu coração, meus sentimentos, minha alma... Falaram mais alto. Entrelacei meus braços pelo corpo dele, agarrando em sua blusa. Afagava o rosto em seu peitoral, aquela mistura de sentimentos... Amor, medo, ternura, insegurança, conforto, carinho... Me confundia... Me deixava esquisito. Senti uma leve carícia sendo feita em meus cabelos azulados, de fato, ele retribuía em mesmo tom. Ele os acarinhava delicadamente, entrelaçando os dedos pelos fios, fazendo leves movimentos. A cada toque, meu coração pulava, lágrimas não se conteram, escorregaram lentamente pelas maçãs do meu rosto, as mesmas se enrubesci
Poor Hayland.In the city of London, stands 4 short but firm looking stone pillars among piles of rubble. The building was a magnificent theater which housed great dramas played by Victorian-era dramatists. It was a great pride to the people of England but it was destroyed which caused great uproar from all parts of society including the global who called for the reason for it's destruction. The officials hold a tight lip on the issue till a report regarding the issue got leaked out which ignite the uproars to their fullest. Finally the government published their reasons why the building was destroyed.Poor Hayland.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
According to local legend and folklore, there lived a man named Joseph Hayland who came from a peasant village to become a dramatist at the theater. He practiced day and night as he worked in the theater. He watch the many plays and observed how the actors played their roles with great enthusiasm. He listened the voice acting with a keen ear and reenact what he saw in the night when the theater is sil
::Mikkal - Monolog::Mam dwadzieścia pięć lat. Dwadzieścia pięć Kiedy odszedł, miałem osiemnaście. Siedem lat. Siedem cholernych lat. A czasami wydaje mi się, że jeszcze wczoraj siedzieliśmy razem w bibliotece On i ja, razem. Tylko we dwóch::Mikkal - Monolog::4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tamte trzy miesiące były najpiękniejszym okresem mojego dotychczasowego życia. Nie przesadzam; mimo, że od tamtej pory spotkało mnie szczęście, w które nie wierzyłem, że nadejdzie, dopóki faktycznie się nie zjawiło nic nie może się równać z tamtym okresem. Z tamtymi trzema miesiącami.
Nigdy wcześniej ani później nie byłem taki szczęśliwy, jak wtedy. Nigdy więcej nie czułem się taki bezpieczny, taki spełniony Jak z Camillo.
Kocham Ailo. Kocham go całym sercem. Jest najlepszym, co mnie spotkało od śmierci Camil
.:Story of the Frozen Heart:.A frozen heart.:Story of the Frozen Heart:.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Crystalized by eternal silence
A soul living within
- Yet words be stilled
By clear barrier
Seeing outside the glass
Never breaking through
Someone enters this cold world
Placing a hand upon the crystal
Looking in on the chilled soul
Warm fingers ghost over ice
Layers shift away, remaking anew
Warmth of heart
A chance for hope
A chance to meet the world
Outside that frozen chamber
Stilled in life
Tears flow beyond the mirror
Reaching for reformed existance
The march of time begins
A year of warmth
The heart remains frozen
Crystal tears shattering on the ground
Weight of life bears down
The once warm heart
In contact with mine was
The chilled chamber brings comfort
Frozen walls smooth
Snowy floor soft
The view from inside the glass
Was not so bad
'I give up...'
'I give up...'
'Don't stop the march of time for me
I want to watch them pass by'
Eyes flutter shut
A butterfly on the cheek
.:Exchange-Introduction:. Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful mermaid princess whom had the voice of an angel, grace of a dolphin, and eyes like the ocean, and hair like spun gold; all the creatures of the sea admired her and loved her wonderful singing voice. She lived with her kind father, King Poseidon, her sweet old grandmother, Cassiopeia of the Sea, and her six older sisters. The mermaid princess was the youngest of the seven sisters and she wished with all her heart to see the moon from the surface; once she turned one hundred seventy years old, she was allowed to visit the surface world..:Exchange-Introduction:.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
While visiting the surface, she saw a strange object in the distance floating on the water, it was the size of a whale, but could sit atop the water like a vase on a table. Being the curious girl she was, the mermaid swam over to the thing to be known as a ship; she climbed up the side and spotted a handsome man on deck in regal clothing, know
Interview with the amazing DeviousWitch!I was casually browsing through the deviantArt homepage, when a lucid, bright photograph caught my eye like a rainbow on a cloudy day. Curious, I clicked the image http://deviouswitch.deviantart.com/#/d51pmfz for a larger view, and was stunned by the clarity, focus and drive in the photo.Interview with the amazing DeviousWitch!2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I easily found myself searching through the deviant's gallery, mesmerized by the peaceful, yet stimulating watercolor paintings, and sensual, shocking photographs. I eagerly sent Martina, or "DeviousWitch" a note asking for an interview, and, to my delight, accepted!
Silver Journal: I notice a almost reoccurring theme of colors in many of your paintings. Pinks, blues and purples, creating almost a magical portal to a distant world. Is there a reason you use these colors often in your work?
DeviousWitch: Glad you noticed, and thanks, I'm glad it gives a magical feeling to my pics.^^ And yeah, I really love those colors, like you said they give off that magical, mystic feeling, and they're simply so
Cat ChatAfter a satisfying stretch, the boredom-stuck feline prowled through a not-so-wide alley, where the moon shone the brightest, and climbed up the concrete wall. It strolled across the ledge until it found the perfect spot to laze in the moonlight. After judging the different possible spots that it could grace with its slumber, the cat strutted to the spot that was directly facing the moon.Cat Chat2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hello there." said the moon.
"Fuck! What the hell?" replied the cat.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I keep on forgetting that it's not 'normal' to hear me speak. Did I frighten you?"
"No. No. It's not that. I'm used to inanimate objects conversing with me. Last week, I had a debate with a dumpster on how taking trash from its insides was theft. I won the debate of course. But I digress. What I yelped at was the fact that you, in your ignorance of my sleeping habits, woke me up from my soporific state."
"Oh. . . I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get off on the wrong foot."
"That was sarcasm, by the way."
Night LightWitness and seeNight Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the last few flickers
waver and die
behind the curtain of
Burst and scatter,
the flickers will
dirty the curtain
and puncture holes of
Gaze and be awed
at star-soiled sky.
the remains of day
trapped, stagnant in that
Grow drowsy and sleep
under the light-burnt
darkness, and cherish
the glory of this
27.09.05 -::Dance::-27.09.05 -::Dance::-8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
It's a radiant night. It always is on Saturday. People are wild, filled with energy; ready for any kind of action. It's what's to be expected , here in "Santa Fe". A dance club that attracts more than its fair share from others by letting its beat of rapid music flow past its walls, to ring out into the busy night of a terribly busy city. The bright lights of different color don't stand in favor for the others either, for they swing wildly like search lights out towards a pitless sky. Searching for the stars, trying to get them to watch? Perhaps though they never come. The people do, dressed in many shades of color, never judged by appearence. Not here; it doesn't matter. Just the way someone dances.
Is that why you get so excited? I can't help myself as I shift my eyes from the activity around us, standing in line to this place that you love, already on the tips of your toes as if a child on a car trip eagerly awaiting his question of "how much farther" it would be until they got ther
LaSonicchiana's 3rd commissionIt was a dark day. Usually the sun was up; a bird or two could be heard singing to one another a distance away. Not today; today the surrounding region remained silent, a ghastly cloud holding the sunshine captive. Shadows seemed closer to the forest edge than usual. Evil played at the outskirts of good. Or it could be a figment of Lloyd's imagination. After all, he had just fought and lost to Kratosagain.LaSonicchiana's 3rd commission2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not wanting to deal with it, Irving once again separated himself from his group. He could feel their concern, their wanting to say something to him, but he just didn't need it. What he did need was space and time; space away from prying eyes or curious questions. Basically far from anyone in particular, not to forget time: a few hours, perhaps a week or two. Just something.
Sighing, Lloyd closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. If he was being honest with himself, then all he really wanted was for just one person to understand him and say it would be alright. Curse it all,
LaSonicchiana's 2nd commissionThe overhead ceiling light swung in small circles, squeaking every five seconds. Lloyd knew it was five seconds because he has been in the same cell for some time and had nothing better to do other than count the time away. The truth was Lloyd didn't know how much time had come and gone. Hours, days, weeks; Hell, it could have been months for all he knew. His only company during all that had been this lonely ceiling light, its eerie sounds, and a sinister voice within his mind.LaSonicchiana's 2nd commission2 years ago in Settings More Like This
That voice hadn't been there before, he knew. Hadn't been able to get in, but then again, Lloyd didn't remember much of anything these dark days. His past? Well, what of it? Was there even a birth? Parents or family? What of friends?
Pain shot through his mind, so overwhelming that Lloyd vomited. Strapped to the table on his back as he was, there was no other place for the bail to go but on him. Now his cell smelted of stall blood, rotting flesh from the mice, and puck. Desperate the revolting aromas; Lloyd welc
LaSonicchiana's commissionA piercing pain, white-hot and aching, shot through Lloyd's mind like a rod smoldered in fire. He crouched there in the brick cell, holding his head in trembling hands as if it were going to split. And perhaps it was.LaSonicchiana's commission2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It felt like eternality to Lloyd since he could think straight, to a time when his body wasn't constantly engulfed in pain. Then again, he and his body hasn't quite been the same since leaving home to aide Colette on the Journey of Regeneration. In fact, it was because of said quest that Lloyd Irving ended up a prisoner of Kvar at the Asgard Human Ranch; because he and his team tried bringing down the Grand Cardinal. A mission that gone sour.
At least Colette got away safely, Lloyd whispered to himself. As he began to breathe semi-regularly again, the burning pain returned tenfold. You think she's safe? I'll show you safe! No one attempts a break-in during my guard! Lloyd's breath exploded from his chest as a shallow rasp as his body was picked up and thrown
AftermathWhat comes - I wonderAftermath3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after a bang?
What can you do - I ponder
when you feel
the cinders stroke your outburnt skin?
There's nothing you can see.
Your eyes were blown right out of their sockets.
There's nothing you can taste
Your senses numbed and choqued by what-
just happened, in your life.
your heart has burnt,
but somehow -
To stay in place. And, to stay put.
the devil is at work again.
I know it.
I feel it.
Because any loving,
would have let my tainted heart,
find peace at last, in nothingness.
You fiendish devil,
you evil scum.
you use your weapon
way too cruelly.
It is the devil's work.
She Sleeps and The World EndsShe Sleeps and The World EndsShe Sleeps and The World Ends8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The unicorns were the last to go. Considering the circumstances this was admirable, really; there was a whole world of things left still to go and everyone was certain the unicorns would be up there high on the list, maybe number five, maybe number sixty, but definitely not number three-thousand eight-hundred and three. Though this was not the worst surprise of The Great Disappearing, it certainly was a pleasant one, because unicorns are glorious animals.
Manes of silver-twined gold and elegant, thin legs that spindle to the Earth as if drilling their next step, silk fur that whispers with lilac and sometimes wanders to the color of cloud and slender ears that are just a little too long for an equine. But, alas, they did go, just like everything else, and they weren't the last or the largest surprise anyway. When the dwarves went they took with them a whole entire mountain, and when the pixies died out so did all the lights in the fireflies' rear-ends. The