Konoha High Chapter ElevenKiba's POVKonoha High Chapter Eleven3 years ago in Drama More Like This
When I came to school the next day, it was like everyone was staring at me. I wasn't an idiot, I knew why; everyone knew about Choji liking Ino. I couldn't even describe how much I wanted to punch someone or something right now. I mean, I finally get the girl of my dreams and already, someone wants her too. I don't get it. Ino has been single for a while; couldn't he tell me then?
Naruto: Hey, Kiba.
Naruto was leaning on the lockers with Hinata's hand tangled with his. Part of me grew angry that I might not be able to do that with Ino one day.
Kiba: Hey Naruto, Hinata.
Hinata: Hey, Kiba. You okay?
I looked at her surprised. Why was she asking me that?
Kiba: Yeah, why?
Hinata: "Well, you know the whole Choji liking Ino thing". She said putting her hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, though. She fell for you, not him."
I looked at Naruto and he looked guiltier than a murder on a witness stand. He had tried to escape with Hinata just when she had said that but I grabbed his arm.
Violet Nuance 8"Ughhh, Eridan enough. We've been here for hourth."Violet Nuance 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Half an hour to be exact."
School went by quickly and much more smoothly then usual, unless you count Sollux tripping up the stairs. Anyways, Sollux eventually picked up on why Eridan offered to take him shopping anyways; he couldn't drive. So, Sollux was basically his ride and that was it. It was pretty obvious he was being used either way.
"Ampora, pleathe. Do you need to look at each individual article of clothing on the rack?" Sollux asked with an irritated tone of voice.
"Yes." Was Eridan's only answer. Plain and simple.
Sollux cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Oh... okay then." How else was he supposed to reply? He watched the other boredly in silence, leaning against one of the racks and staring down at the floor.
Eridan caught a glance of Sollux's expression out of the corner of his eye and sighed. "Wwe came here for your Prom outfit right? Wwell, go look." He offered,
Silence- PrologueEyes open.Silence- Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An opening door.
Words: Here you go, filth.
A smacking sound.
A closing door.
A sharp intake of breath, and his eyes opened again. His cheek felt red--It was on fire. He felt the flames lick at his eyelids, just begging for him to do something about this sharp pain beneath his skin. He opened his eyes. Darkness.
He shifted slightly, and cried out. Splinter-like pains ran up and down his side. Moving his arm slowly, he gently massaged just below his ribcage. He winced, the defined bones crackling beneath his fingertips.
His fingers tickled the scratches in his stomach, making him laugh. The sound shocked him--It was hollow, almost robotic, echoing off of the surrounding walls.
The door opened again and more footsteps entered the room. It was a new one today. The cologne with a different scent. The footsteps with a different tone. More self absorbed than usual.
The albino had come to visit. The blond could smell his breath from the door.
--Sadstuck-- Nepkat RoleplaySlight warning, this contains NepetaxKarkat if you don't like it.--Sadstuck-- Nepkat Roleplay4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The setting is after Gamzee came in and beat Nepeta to death(?). But since it doesn't show Nepeta's "DEAD" tag, I'm assuming she's bleeding to death. So she pesters Karkat and tells him she loves him. Apparently my fellow roleplayer was crying during the setting.
[05:18] -- arsenicCatnip [AC] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 17:18 --
[05:18] AC: :33
TG: Kiss the girlThe day was absolutely beautiful. The sun was shining, the grass looked a magnificent green, birds sang their songs of happiness and love, and today was the day Jade was supposed to fly in.TG: Kiss the girl4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dave was ecstatic, checking his outfit once, twice, and once more in a effort to look like his look was effortless. Slicking back his hair once more, adjusting his aviators, he composed a straight face and admired his look in the mirror. Discreetly of course. It would be rather uncool to be caught staring at himself.
Presently, the doorbell startled Dave out of his self-study. Recomposing a straight face, he nonchalantly strolled to the front door. Opening it, he was pleased with how fantastic Jade looked. Slightly stunned.
She was wearing a short blue dress, with a simple black jacket. It complimented her eyes and hair, and really fit her personality well. He kept a composed face as she hugged him rather forcefully, and then cooly returned the embrace.
GG: are you ready to go!!
Hand in ha
Jade - The Color of Sight 1The first time Jade noticed the changes, she was about eight years old. She hadn't really paid any attention to it at first; her mind had been occupied with roaming the island with Bec. She was a spacy child with the attention span of a frog, and she could barely focus on anything for longer than an hour. Except for her garden. She could stay in that greenhouse for days and not notice anything.Jade - The Color of Sight 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But the signs were there.
Jade was slowly losing her sight.
It wasn't anything big. At least, not at first. She'd notice small things, like how certain shades of red slowly became dull and lifeless. How the sky didn't quite seem as blue as the day before. And how the light surrounding her best friend seemed to waver between gray and green some days.
But they were things that could be easily ignored.
So she did. She ignored the signs for as long as she could.
Birthdays came and went, and Jade was content to just fill out her prescription for glasses and send it to the eye care specialist grandpa
I think I love you most of allBack and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.I think I love you most of all9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Tin Woodsman watched as his friend, the Scarecrow, kept pacing first one way, and then back, in the field. He had been at it so long that he was starting to create a rut. And still the Scarecrow paced, a daisy flower clutched in one hand. Both hands were gesturing expressively as he talked to himself.
The Cowardly Lion ambled up to where the Tin Woodsman leaned against a fence. The Lion flopped down next to him, and proceeded to watch the Scarecrow silently for a while, as well, until he finally spoke up.
"What's happened to Scarecrow? Have his brains gone bad?"
The Tin Woodsman let out a sound that might have been a snort. Or it could have just been a squeaky joint. "Not that I know of, Lion. As far as I know, what he's doing is trying to get up the courage to tell Dorothy he's in love with her."
"Oh, that," said the Lion dismissively. He had been waiting for that ever since Dorothy had come back to them, and brought along her Aunt E
In His Natural HabitatThey beat Jack, finished their session, and dropped back onto the earth like they'reIn His Natural Habitat4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
supposed to live like normal people.
After the years of playing that dumbshit game, and Jade actually being with real
people, she was even lonelier than before. She missed them all, escpecially Dave. She only really
got to spend time with him a few times, then they were back home. They've talked on skype
a few times, even planned trips, but they never ended up going through with it.
If you listened closely, you could hear her snoring softly, burrowed in a nest of blankets
and pillows. The alarm went off, waking her up to the sound of constant, high pitched beeping.
She didn't even have to get up at a certain time, she just chose to. She liked to get up early
to start her day, not wanting to waste it away sleeping, as she used to due to her narcolepsy.
Luckily, she'd gotten over it the past few years.
She shuffled out of bed and smoothed out the wrinkles in her pajama pants. Her hair
A Snow Lit NightA Snow Lit Night4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A Snow Lit Night
In mid winter when the snow is lightly falling in the sun set sky. Two people are walking down the side walk in a park near the girls house. The boy is named Dave and the girl is named Jade. Jade's brother John is Dave's best friend. Today Dave found the strength to ask his long time friend, Jade, to take a walk with him. She put on her blue dress, red coat, boots, blue scarf and matching hat when he showed up to walk with her.
At first they were both quiet, Dave's palms sweated in his gloves. As the sun settled they walked along the road and as it seemed like an hour and after some random chatter Jade linked her arm with his and leaned her head on his shoulder. He glanced at her and smiled as they kept walking.
"Why did you ask me to walk with you?" Jade finally asked after several blocks of walking in the Seattle lights.
"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to talk to you without John around," Dave answered back. He looked straight while walking, his b
Miracle CatA normal day. Everyone was in the lab, minding their own business or having conversations with one another. Nepeta was sitting at her computer desk, idly playing with a ball of Kanaya's yarn. She sighed, feeling utterly bored, then heard honking and yelling behind her. She turned around, curious as to waht could be going on.Miracle Cat4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was greeted with the sight of Gamzee and Karkat having an animated conversation, Karkat angry about something, and Gamzee trying to chill him out. Nepeta simply giggled. Gamzee could always make her laugh with his silly antics. Karkat stormed out of the room, (to no one's surprise), and left Gamzee to stare off into space. Nepeta looked back to her ball of yarn, then decided that it could wait. She sauturned over to where Gamzee stood staring at something that only he could see, and Nepeta'd tail swished curiously. She straightened up, standing right next to Gamzee, and looked off into the distance also, trying to see what he did. After a momnet, Gamzee finally
April FoolsIf Egbert is the "Pranking Master", does that make me a Pranking God? I mean, I'm pretty sure having his face go redder than my text, or Terezi's favorite chalk addiction has gotta count for something. Rose was a bit too easy, I don't think she even remembered what day it is. Her face was so priceless though, at least until she started throwing her creepy voodoo shit at me.April Fools4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only Harley is left, and to be honest, I feel kinda bad about my original plan. She probably won't even get it at first, or faint or some weird shit. Maybe she'd fall asleep during it... but if I let her off easy, I won't hear the end of it, especially from Bro.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] at 10:15am --
TG: you awake???
GG: hi dave!!
TG: ill take that as a yes
TG: mind if i come over
TG: i wanted to tell you a great story involving egbert.
GG: why don't you just tell me here, or is that not coooool enough?
TG: i have to show the actions or whatever
TG: is it safe?
Nestled Like SpoonsThe innumerable stars punching holes in the lacy black skies and the big grey disk of the moon are the only source of illumination for the small room. The shades are up, letting the soft, redwhitegold light coat the messy wood floor, with its four carefully placed, threadbare rectangles of carpet, the scratched wooden desk with its cluttered, colourful surface, and the full-size bed, the dominating piece of furniture in the room, the only concession to the occupants' new coupleship.Nestled Like Spoons3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everything is covered with a quiet radiance, a sheen of ice, which freezes the moment in time. Nothing moves not the image on the dark computer screen, not the small, solitary dust bunny under the bed, and certainly not the people lying on top of it, who are nestled together like spoons. In this crystal moment, they appear barely to be breathing, but then one of them sighs softly and that thought is gone.
The air is cool, smooth, and still. The only thing that rustles is Jade's hair as Dave breathes
The EndThe endThe End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Digging the grave of the short story that is your life
Rambling the worms around your trembling knees.
In the frozen land you will bury you own mind,
That soiled memory of a character you once were.
And in the meadow of forgotten hopes,
Wrapped in the foggy gray cloak of the bitter morning,
You float through the vast harmony of Earth,
That you will no longer reach with your stone-cold hands,
Nor see with your dark veiled eyes.
But do not despair, fool,
For those who swallowed your words like honey-wine,
Will remember to follow the trail you left behind,
That same path you were once led into,
Before closing your eyes on the marvels laying upon you.
Your Name is Jade Harley: 6Chapter 6: The MoviesYour Name is Jade Harley: 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your name is Jade Harley, and you are up way too early.
You had a pretty restless night. You woke up curled up in a ball, the same way you had fallen asleep. You sat up, rubbed you eyes, and looked around. You had almost forgotten that you crashed in Dirk's room last night. There were posters of cartoon ponies, and robot parts everywhere. You shuddered at the sight of them then flopped back down on the pillow. You glance over at the clock. The face of the clock had three glowing red numbers on it that read four thirty. This means you had only been asleep for about three hours. You groaned and placed your hands on your face. Your glasses were still on. You giggled to yourself.
I must have been really tired.
Your smile then fell as you remember why. Something had happened three hours ago. Something that still hurt. You had a fig
The way forward, the way backWhen Hunk said he had something to show Dorothy, she couldn't help but smile at his enthusiam. Ever since she'd gotten back from Oz (or woken up from her strange dream, as everyone else said), Dorothy had found everyone treating her differently, as if she was suddenly some delicate thing, instead of a strong Kansas farm girl.The way forward, the way back9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The truth was, Dorothy was different, and she wasn't just the Kansas farm girl she used to be. But that was difficult to explain, when no one believed her about Oz, so she kept it to herself. Hunk was the only one who treated her the same, though he now went out of his way to try and cheer his long-time friend out of the sad mood she'd been in lately.
That was how she found herself following him through the cornfield, trying to keep up with his long strides. He would look back every once in a while, laughing and waiting for her to catch up.
It was hard sometimes, seeing the farm-hands, and it was
Red and GreenUgh. You hate this time of year. Everything is so cold and wet and its even worst because instead of being at home, in somewhat cold weather of Texas, you're up in New York at your sister's Christmas party. Gosh you hate Christmas.Red and Green4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You pull up in your rented car, missing the all too-much heat of your pickup from back home. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself for the soon to be onslaught of too much fun-for others.
You walk up to the door, stomping your feet to get the stupid snow out form your boots. Somehow, who knows the chick is cazy, she knows you're here. She opens the door, her trademark smirk on her face. She looks up and down, smiling normally as she lets you in.
"You must hate this weather. Please, some and sit down. The others aren't here yet: they were carpooling and got stuff in traffic." She looks at you with that same knowing gleam in her eye. "Sit down, dear brother."
You take off your boots, jacket, hat and everything else that she knitted for you, (the girl can'
The BullyHelloThe Bully2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you today
yes I did
you looked even more pathetic than what you used to
as you cling to your boyfriend
showing him off like he is some kind of trophy
you have nothing better to brag about
other than the ''hunk'' you call your ''love'' your ''baby'' or any kind of foolish name you come up with
or so you think ,but you hide the fact that he only wants to fuck you
and then move on to the next one
your just another piece of meat to him
do you know that?
no you wouldn't
you're too naïve and small minded to look through all the sweet words he rubs over your raging hormones
I saw you today
I know you saw me too
do you remember it ?
do you remember all the times you fucked with me
do you remember each single letter of all the names you called me
want me to spell it out for you?
B I T C H
I can go on ,but we shouldn't get nasty now
I saw you today
you were wearing that smile
the same smile you took from your closet of skeletons
you wear so many of them
I know they a
On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for AdultsMy dear Lucy,On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for Adults1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be
your affectionate Godfather,
– Dedication of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe
Some time ago I wrote an open letter on the supposed unsuitability of fairytales for children, criticizing the notion that children should be sheltered from fairytales. Another view, even more prevalent, is that fairytales are an exclusively children's literature, the rightful
StephanoXReader - French Delicacy pt 3Stephano x Reader - French Delicacy - Part ThreeStephanoXReader - French Delicacy pt 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
His lips felt cool against yours. He tasted faintly of spices. His scent washed over you. He smelled of the desert. Your hands reached up to his chest, acting out of instinct, as his hands wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. His chest felt hard against yours, and you could slightly make out the muscles that were under his robes. The kiss then increased in passion as your fingers clenched softly into his clothes.
"Mademoiselle..." His murmured words fell warmly against your skin as his hands slid down to your hips, pulling you ever closer to him. This moment with him felt so natural, so amazing, that there was nothing in this world that would possibly ruin this moment.
There was a flash of a camera. You squeaked, pulling away from Stephano, who kept his arms around your waist, but was glaring in the direction of the camera flash. You looked over to see who the hell took the picture.
It was your boss. Knelt down on one kn
Not AloneNot Alone4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes
A/N: This story takes place after Loki's defeat in the Season 1 finale "A Day Unlike Any Other" and during the celebration with the Avengers that took place in Asgard afterward.
The Realm Of Asgard
The Avengers celebrate their victory over Loki, thus saving the nine realms from utter destruction from the hands of Thor's mad brother. However, there was one among them who chose to remain alone and indifferent in the whole celebration, his emerald green irises looking on and watching as his teammates conversed with the other Asgardians. His massive size, which dwarfed the largest Asgardian and even Odin's imposing stature, made him stand out as much as his green flesh and his torn purple pants. He's th
La Belle et la BeteLa Belle et la Bete1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La Belle et la Bête.
“ How doth I say unto thee, O my lovely?
That I adoreth thee, very dearly!
All I receive is hatred and apathy.
To receive thine affection I find myself unworthy!
To every eye I am but unsightly.
I am named as hideous and the most beastly!
They call me an animal.
Find this ‘being’ utterly cruel!
Glance within me I pray unto thee.
For there dwelleth a heart free from impurity.
A heart that yearneth for ye truly.
A heart that nurtures love purely!
Thou my dame are one true beauty!
A beautiful soul in a beautiful body!
Thou eyes are like the deepest ocean!
Hair glisten like the brilliant hues of heaven!
Tender art thou like an alluring daisy.
I love to covet thine smile, so very happy!
This soul can’t afford to lose thine compassion.
Without thee, life will equal a wicked perdition!
Unto ye I durst not confess.
I fear that ye wilt look upon me with dire bitterness.”
”O dear dream come rest unto my eye.
Gamzee and Me 4Gamzee and me were very happy together so far, but we still had a problem. My mom didn't know about our love!Gamzee and Me 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So we decided to go see her to tell her. I wanted to impress her and put on my nicest dress.
It was an angelic pretty fruits parlor dress. On my breast was some heart shaped piece of cloth with vertical stripes, they were pink and black. The straps were rather thin with black. On waist level was another striped bow. On the skirt bit the stripes had some small designs on them, then at the bottom were cups of cute milkshakes, and more lace. It was a really good looking dress on me, and it matched my then pink hair (but now they're black with pink highlights.).
Gamzee blushed purple when he saw me coming, his orbs filled with love and adoration and admiration and respect and love. He took my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it, the windows to his soul boring into mine deeply, like we were making love with our eyes, except in more innocent because it wasn't sex but really maki
Olivia Flynn's Official Character Profile~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Olivia Flynn's Official Character Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Olivia Marceline Flynn Garcia-Shapiro
MEANING: “Peace of the olive tree” (Whatever that means XD)
NICKNAME: Livie, Livs, Ollie and Olive
MEANING: The first two are her common nickname from her friends, Ollie is an embarrassing name from Phineas and Olive is Darwin’s nickname for her when he likes to tease her
ACTUAL AGE: 12
RESIDENCE: Danville, USA; 3093 Kingsley Road
AGE APPEARANCE: The average 12-year-old look....of 20 years ago
BIRTHDAY: October 30th (likes to celebrate it on Halloween)
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Scorpio
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Straight
WAY OF SPEAKING: She talks normal, although she tends to change the tone of her voice to make her sound tough when she needs to. She’s ALMOST similar to Buford, but she sounds kinda spunky and sassy.
MARITAL STATUS: <b>
Glitch's Brain.The forgetful advisor sat on the cold floor of the sunseeder control room, staring gloomily at the jar that held his brain, the green glow shining on his pale skin.Glitch's Brain.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Glitch, youve got to be the smartest man I know.
Glitch mused on that thought, no matter how much he disagreed with that thought, it still made him smile as much as the first time DG said it.
Glitch didnt know why, but whenever he was around the princess he felt happier then hed ever been, well of what he could remember anyhow.
Glitch stroked the cold metal zip running across his head and frowned, he knew it was stupid, the princess would have never like somebody so useless, but it didnt stop him wishing.
He saw the way the princess was with the tin man, the way she looked up to him, and every time Glitch got this strange feeling inside him. Glitch frowned trying to picture the word, jeal- jealousy? Was that it? Was that the feeling that locked Glitchs heart every time she was with