Tales of Vesperia Fanfic Ch.4Tales of Vesperia Fanfic Ch.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4: P-Prepare to die Eggbear!
"Yuri..?" Estelle asked, her voice faltering along with her confidence. He paused in his trek, glancing back at her curiously. They were probably about halfway through the cursed woods (a detour suggested by a guild member they met in Deidon Hold), and had hopefully made a decent dent in their journey to Halure. "That girl," She continued, referring to Lithiri, who was breathing steadily in her sleep on Sona's back. ", who is she? Do you two know each other?"
"Yeah." He began. "She's a friend I met a few years ago. We ended up in the same jail cell back at the castle."
"So, she'll be joining us? Is she helping you look for the blastia?"
"You got the right idea."
"I see..." Estelle couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. She'd been around this girl for almost two days now and she still didn't know her name... Asking Yuri just seemed a little strange and she really didn't want to do that. Of course if she'd had the chance she would have properly
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
[French Poetry] Impitoyables ravagesLa vie s'écoule et navigue l'humain[French Poetry] Impitoyables ravages3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sur l'éternelle rivière qui nulle digue n'atteint,
A la recherche continue du sempiternel bonheur
Qui oublie toute larme et efface les pleurs.
Mais sans foi ni lumière, leur vide regard
Ne sait constater que du but ils s'égarent,
Que leur esprit ravageur à la perte les conduit,
Démolissant cette Terre, dont résonnent les cris.
Maël Shanti, le 06 janvier 2010
Hello, I'm a boyHello, I'm a boy.Hello, I'm a boy5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm a boy, and I am strong,
Nothing can hurt me.
I wear boy clothes,
Because I'm a boy.
I like videogames,
I like having fun with my friends,
I like listening to music,
And watching horror movies.
I'm just a normal boy.
I like girls,
Because I think they are pretty.
People are nice with me,
Because I am strong.
Because I am a boy.
Because I like girls.
They say I'm someone nice. Because I'm a boy.
They say I'll have a good life, that I'll get married, and have kids.
Because I like girls.
They say I'm a great person, because I want kids.
Someday, I'll live in a big house, with the girl I will marry.
People say it is a fine thing.
Because I'm a boy.
People are nice to me.
My life is perfect.
I'm very happy.
Because I'm a boy,
Because I'm strong,
Because I like girls.
Hello, I'm lying.
I'm a girl, and I am not that strong,
Many things can hurt me.
I wear girl clothes,
Because I'm a girl.
I like videogames,
I like having fun with my friends,
I like listening to music,
Society Says You Can'tA girl can’t wear black and be happySociety Says You Can't2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl can’t wear bright colors and be sad
A girl who doesn’t follow trends must be a loser
And a girl with no “boyfriend” must be damned
A boy who treats women right is weak
A boy who beats and bruises them is a real man
A boy who shows emotion is forceless
And only the assholes are left in the end
A boy can’t talk to a girl
Without them being lovers
A girl can’t invite a boy over
Without it being a date
It’s “impossible” for them
To just be friends
A boy can’t love a boy without being sent straight to hell
And a girl can’t love a girl because that’s a sin as well
If you’re not straight
You must be gay
There’s nothing in between in their eyes
But in their eyes you’re all damned anyway
In a perfect world
You could love who you want
And act like yourself
But that perfect world
Is much too far away
PT5: I SURVIVED.PT5: I SURVIVED.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Something wasn't right about her.
I narrowed my eyes at the girl at the door. "What's your name?" I pretended to be happy at the prospect of a new neighbor. The girl smiled happily, swinging back and forth. She appeared to be pretty energetic.
"My name is Cassie, nice to meet you." She put her hand out with a smile on her face. I hesitantly reached out, my hand clammy and shaky. No doubt I was in shock right now. My brother was gone and now I was next. Of course I was in shock. After what seemed like minutes, I grabbed her hand and shook it. I took my hand away, my breath was jittery.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asked.
"Nothing. Family issues. Don't worry about it." I said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Alright! Bye!" Cassie said as I shut the door.
I was numb. I didn't know what to do right now. Who was that girl? Why didn't she feel right when she was around? What was it? Paranoia was taking over my mind. I scratched the back of my head, sighing. I had to calm down. I sat down o
An Angel's DespairThe throbbing pain against her ripped jeans had gone numb, as had the cold bloodstained pavement, covered with shattered glass. In the whirling haze of lashing wind she could still see the thundering clouds of night. She whispered in darkness, rain wet against her cracked lips, "I broke my wings."An Angel's Despair6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
The LetterMy Love,The Letter6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't have much time, so I'll make this brief.. The walls are closing in and the hunters are nearly here. The more I think about it the more I realize that I always knew this would be goodbye.
Whenever I thought I'd finally found a safe haven something would get in the way. Please don't let the little things get to you. It's always the little things that tear you apart after all. When we look in the mirror the faces never seem to match anymore. We see ourselves but the lives that we've seen before start to meld into a different pattern and we no longer find ourselves staring back. Funny how that is..
Whenever I thought about the nights spent hiding, I thought I'd find myself drifting past the days spent running but it's the same thing. I suppose those of us left know what it feels like more then the others...I can't look into those eyes again. The patchwork of pain that he left and caused along his way. I can still find my way back to the village.. I'd rather not.
Kagami Taiga x Left-handed Reader (Tutoring)Kagami Taiga x Left-handed Reader (Tutoring)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lifting a piece of fruit to your lips with your chopsticks, you sweep your eyes across the book in your right hand. Listening idly as your friend Riko chats about the Seirin basketball team. Going on and on she catches your attention when she mentions your crushes name, Kagami Taiga. (e/c) Eyes widening you briefly life your gaze tuning into the conversation, flushing bright red when you feel Riko’s knowing gaze on your face.
“Ahh ___________-chan NOW you listen.” She comments wearing a smirk. Face bright you mumble out an apology, “Gomenasai Riko-chan.”
Giggling she flaps her hand at you, “It’s okay,” Riko grins. Marking your place in your book you close it tucking it away. Exchanging idly conversation you zone out staring at a spot behind Riko’s head. Hearing grunting from across the cafeteria you list your gaze trying to find that irritating noise.
“DAMMIT!” A familiar flust
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulderSecond Shadow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul
To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes
Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
Play It AgainRogers had no clue what had come over him.Play It Again3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wait, where had he been? Ah, right, he had been listening to General Fury's introduction to the helicarrier. Steve felt ready to laugh at himself. This futuristic device had more in common with something he would have seen in the realm of science fiction films as a kid. It was really saying something, considering the HYDRA technology he had come in contact with in the past. But this…This was incredible. The size of the ship, the intricacies, the endless hustle and bustle on board, and the highly-advanced sciences involved…It was breathtaking. Not to mention that Fury was also relaying important information about their upcoming task. Considering Stark only listened half the time, it was imperative to listen, lest the Captain had to clean up a certain billionaire's mess down the line.
Focus, he had to focus.
Still, it was so enticing not to as his eyes followed Agent Romanoff. Natasha could give him nothing with her voluptuous figu
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
Sinister SmileI fake a smile.Sinister Smile3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm on trial,
for all the things I've done.
Is it right,
that this is a sight
I've come to love and know?
A sinister smile finds its place.
Eyes full of laughter are on my face.
They judge me as they will.
I wonder what they think as I walk through the hall.
They're probably just waiting for the day I fall.
Do they really think they can hurt me with their silly thoughts?
I won't let that happen; I can take the shots.
I'll wait for my time on the stand.
But for now a fake smile is with me on trial.
I have no point for denial.
They can only judge.
......and I can only laugh........
Tedious Melodies-ProloguePrologue- Lets Toss Some More Spice Into the Mix!Tedious Melodies-Prologue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ita-kun~ why wont you sleep with me? Kyuubi asked innocently, lowering his hand.
Itachi sweatdropped. He had dark, black hair tied into a loose ponytail, and deep red eyes with strange markings in them. He was dressed in a black dress shirt and gray slacks. Mental note; never answer Kyuubis questions Doesnt the five year age difference disturb you?
Or the fact that Im youre teacher?
Not at all. Kyuubi smiled sweetly, seemingly oblivious to the hated glares from the girls in the Mythology class.
He had deep crimson eyes brimming with mischief, matching long hair, currently braided, down his back. His body was lean and tan. Dressed in a black vest over a flowy long sleeve, almost sheer, shirt with tight black jeans. The girls glare and boys stare. Kyuubi mused.
Itachi breathed a sigh of relief as the bell
Murder in the fernsUnder a canopy of branches and stars a body lay astray upon the warm autumn colors of leaves and out-stretched roots. A foul dark red blood puddle blanketed the soil beneath the body , attempting to lift it up; maybe towards the heavens. The body was pale, the only colors were from both the thread of blood that left a trail from the mouth to the shoulder, and jet black mascara dripping from under her blank, baggy eyes. The body was also bony, the flesh being endlessly poked and cut at by the osseous matter that was her bones. The eyes on the body looked at the stars above, thoughtlessly; but maybe she liked it that way, such a serene beauty to be her last memory. Her feet were bare, scratched at her heels, although seemingly unhurt. Wounds, primarily stabs, decorated her back, and for a moment the cuts and blood droplets on her, made a masterpiece. Even the purest of souls would frame a photo of that.Murder in the ferns6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Crickets danced over her lips, attempting to find a shelter in her figure. She was co
suits and their coffeecoffee slips,suits and their coffee5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's always like this monday mornings for peter.
he leaves the cups' shards on the forest-coloured tiles,
spits the grit sitting between his teeth, rigid set to his lips.
god-damn slit in my wrist, he thinks.
another day at work tugging at my cuffs, he thinks.
fuck, he thinks.
at work, his boss rakes him over with papers and collating copy machines.
at work, his wrist burns with every stapler he pushes against the table.
at work, he hides in his cubicle under his desk so that mary can't talk to him.
"where's peter?" she asks.
reid is new and knows nobody.
mary knows this.
reid knows nobody.
except for peter.
the difference is, he doesn't like mary.
"god, forget i asked."
mary's back is slim and straight as it turns out of peter's office,
narrow enough to fit through side streets in florence.
that's where she looks like she's from, anyway.
reid drums his fingers on the top of peter's desk.
peter raps back:
symbiosis always had been hi
FishingThe lantern on the flatboat's bow didn't reveal what lay beneath the oily water. Dupree hawked and spat into it, but the phlegm just bobbed on the peat. He slapped at a mosquito, turned and grinned at his charges. His teeth were wooden.Fishing2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Close by, oui? Be havin' you at the devil's doorstep afore midnight." He was talking to the big man pulling the oars, but reserved his gaze and lecher's grin for the girl. She stayed silent and gripped her Henry rifle with white fingers.
"As promised," the big man answered in a gravelly voice poured over a French accent. "Before midnight. A minute later, the bargain is forfeit." He worked the oars like a man accustomed to keeping silent. No splashes. The oars disturbed the fetid water not half as much as the guide's spittle.
Dupree shuddered, then unscrewed a flask and took two pulls. "As promised, monsieur Dominic, mademoiselle Elene. Dupree does not play false."
Dominic grunted and shared a look with Elene. It had been her idea to hire th
MortalityMortality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living in my skin
It's like a severe drug addiction
It becomes lethal in the long run
It's a destruction that can't be undone
I am my own reaper
I am my own savior
A scythe is my cross
This blasphemy cannot be stopped
Only those with true despair
Can wield this type of fear
For those who are born in sorrow
Know how to deal with living so hollowed
I had to cast aside my weak point of view
Because there are no demons nor angels
I am my own villain
I am my own hero
Although my perceptions of light and dark
Mean nothing to my already tainted heart
I know reality is what it needs to be
I know there was no hope for someone like me
I can't justify fate with destiny
I can't prevent the ending to my story
Dying in my skin
Is like a long awaited revolution
It was worth all of the praying
It was worth all of the suffering
For I am my own martyr
For I am my own slayer
Want...What I want isn't importantWant...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to feel loved.
I want to be happy.
I want to be successful.
What I want won't change anything
I want to help people
I want to be accepting of everyone
I want to help others understand...
What I want is Impossible
I want to live carefree
I want to make a difference in a big way
I want to get rid of other people's pain
What I want is selfish
I want time to discover and explore
I want the luxury of being healthy
I want to be someone else.
A Promise Chapter 6 - Dangerous GameA Promise Chapter 6 - Dangerous Game3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The laughter, excitement, selfishness, amusement, dancing, and simple-mindedness of those royals could be heard from the main corridor where another could smell the bitter cigars, sweet alcohols, and disgusting stench of humans and their sweat. The night's cold air was cool against Ramona's pale skin and made her sigh in relief. All the chaos that was going on at the party was stressful but nonetheless, Ramona knew even if she didn't want to admit it that the contemptible demon would keep a good eye on master Ciel. The fresh air filling her lungs up was so clear and tasted minty. Now standing in the middle of the garden, surrounded by a flowers that represented purity and innocence; a white rose.
Smelling the flowers, Ramona hears a twig snap behind her. Turning around she sees the last person she wants to talk to Sebastian. After her mix up of words she felt humiliated and a li
Dissidia Kingdom: IntroDissidia Kingdom: Intro3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The war between Chaos, ruler of hell, and Cosmos, goddess to the light, was tearing the worlds the two were suppose to guard from evil. But little did they know that Chaos was the source of all evil. The goddess had decided to create a new warrior. In a world of the Lufaines, she went to a pregnant Lufaine named April. The father figure named Cid walked up to the goddess and had to smile. He knows about the legend of the keybear of light: blessed with Cosmos's grace, and marked as her champion, but where did the bearer started? Then it hit him, when the bearer is in the womb. He ran between the two women trying to prevent his child of being the keybearer.
"I'm preventing it!" He said to his goddess, "I won't allow it!"
"What are you talking about sweetheart?" April ask placing her left hand over Cid's silver hair.
"I know what our goddess wants. She's trying to make our child the keybearer of light!"
The goddess looked around the room. April advised Cosmos to leave but will meet her to