The Accident: Chapter OneIt was another beautiful day in Amity Park; only a week before Summer Vacation ends and school begins once more. So far today we: went swimming, played video games at Tucker's, and fooled around at the local mall. Sam, Tucker, and I stopped at my apartment-like house real quick before going to the last event that we had planned to do today; going to see the midnight showing of Dead Teacher III in theaters. I opened the front door into the livingroom, which Jazz was currently occuping, the coffee table covered with her homework (don't even ask me why she's doing homework during summer vacation).The Accident: Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey Danny." Jazz said to me, her torquise eyes still on her book. Her torquise long sleeved shirt was crumbled up on her forearms due to the stuffiness in the livingroom. Her black pants hung and her squinty turquise shoes were on the floor besides the modern couch.
"Hey Jazz." I replied as I climbing up the stairs to go into my room. "I'll be in my room with Sam and Tu
DP Rain of TearsDP Rain of Tears2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rain of Tears
September 25, 2012
Danny ambled down the hall and numbly pushed open the door to the room that Vlad had set aside for his personal use for as long as he needed it. He looked around the large space blankly, hazy eyes not even taking in the obvious effort the man had gone through to make the space look livable and cozy and just a bit familiar to the boy.
He walked in, letting the door close behind him with a sound he ignored, and stopped. Blinked. Wandered over to the bed. Sat down. Looked at the listless hands in his lap.
The weight of it all came crashing down.
He had been able to hold it off until now. Convince himself that somehow it wasn't real. They weren't really dead. It was just a dream and he would wake soon. Or it was a huge elaborate prank. The universe ganging up on him. The fruitloop trying one more time to make him his son.
But now they were buried in the ground. There had been a ceremony and there were shining black mar
The Accident: Chapter Two"Danny?!" Cried out a female's voice. I grumbled, wincing. Why is her voice so loud? "Danny!!?!" I felt a hand touch my chest. "Oh. My. God. Tucker! He isn't breathing!!" Funny, I feel totally fine. I thought to myself, shivering agaisnt the cold tiled floor. Another hand touches me and I grumble even more.The Accident: Chapter Two2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sam.....I-I-I-I think...he's fine." A frightened male voice sounded. I immediantly recongized that it's Tucker's. So, wait...other...that's Sam's? She sounds so worried and frighten that I didn't even recognized that it was her voice...
"NO, He's Not Fine At All, TUCKER!!!" Sam screamed like bloody murder. I flinched-again. Why is Sam's voice so loud and painful? Jeez, all I wanna do is sleep right now; what's wrong with that? ..... Okay, so what if I wanted to sleep on the cold floor? It's my house! I rubbed my throbbing head with one of my hands.
"He just moved Sam. H-h-he's fine."
"And since wh
There Were AshesThere Were Ashes2 years ago in Drama More Like This
There Were Ashes
November 13, 2012
~ For SRL541 ~
There were ashes raining down from the sky. Glowing orange at their edges. Buildings burnt to a crisp. Pools of blood. Death and destruction everywhere. Screaming amid the chaos of falling rubble. No one strong enough to stand against him. And it was beautiful.
Time passed and what had once been a near crippling fear of the future that could have been sank back. Never to be forgotten, no, but no longer the all consuming terror that made him want to stop speaking, looking in mirrors, or using any ghostly powers.
It became a warning, a harsh warning, granted, but one that stayed in the back of his mind. One that turned from threat to resolute promise. That he would remember, always, what he was capable of. And he would never become it. Ever. Because his friends would never let him and he would never let himself.
There was darkness once he had been contained. A void so empty that it couldn't have been c
The Accident: Chapter EightAfter a good hour of doing nothing but crying my heart out, I numbly pulled up my hood as I climbed out of the basement and into the kitchen. My parents glanced over me and then went back to working on something that looked like a thick tablet of some sort. I shrugged and crossed over into the living room area, where Jazz was busy reading that stupid book. She peered over her to look at me, her torquise eyes full of concern.The Accident: Chapter Eight2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Danny? What's wrong?" She asked me. Then her eyes scrunched up once she had realized that I was wearing white gloves and boots again. Instead of answering her, I walked up the stairs onto the second floor. I heard a soft slam of her book. "Danny?" She asked again. Once again, I ignored her and sulk towards my room. Opening the door and shutting it like a whisper, I stood leaning against my door for a while; trying to blink the remaining tears away. But more popped up when I heard the girl's voice.
You're dead, but alive. A ghost, but not a ghost. In other word
Contest Entry for #DPCheckmate[ ............................Read the description before venturing on. Thank you.]Contest Entry for #DPCheckmate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After the events of today, [A/N: for readers, it's after Torrent of Terror in season three]
I can't help but think about the events of today. It all just started because of Vortex, not even him. It's all just one big bad chain reaction. From the moment you promised that you would be a villain, you weren't joking.
And even then you asked for me, Danny Phantom (your own arch-rival), for his help. And I fell for the trick. Just like in your world, you thought I also tricked you. But I didn't. I didn't expect any of this to happen. From us harmlessly pranking each other to fighting over a powerful map.
....I turn my body the other way. I was lying in bed right now, trying to sleep after what just happened today. The madness, the fighting, the success. My eyes glowed a soft baby blue in the darkness of the night.
The drought ended, and so did that disastrous rainstorm. Normal rain is just falling down now
Sherlock Phantom - Tales of New Russen: Prologue Sherlock Phantom: The Tales of New RussenSherlock Phantom - Tales of New Russen: Prologue3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Welcome to the Tales of New Russen, where mystery, magic, and ghostly tales will prevail. Together we will muster our journey with Eugene Sherlock Phantom, a white-haired teen detective who sets out to look for his sister's whereabouts and solving brutal murderous cases in New Russen. Today, we shall start before the real story begins...in the wealthy city of Corosha, where Phantom has been raised...
In the whitened wealthy city of Corosha, many tall white buildings spread throughout the landscape. Clusters of miniture mansions lined the streets, with few cars and horse carraiges. In its mist, a grand school building was set into view, with its Roman-like entrance and side doors. Apart from the building, a round spherical dome building stood nearby, with shelves of books and information on various technologies and gruesome tales. A white-haired teenager stood on the edge on one of the ladders, trying to reach out for
DP Tinker BellTinker BellDP Tinker Bell3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A Danny Phantom Fanfiction
No pairings. Humor, rated K. Cast of Casper High. Word count: ~3500.
The sunlight streaked through the window and fell across his notebook. It was open and ready for notes but was mostly empty even though class was more than half over. There were a few circular scribbles here and there to clear up his pen in preparation for taking notes should the need arise, but the closest he had come to it was turning his hand to a quick sketch of the Box Ghost instead.
Even that was only partly done; the head, armscomplete with box to hurl at unsuspecting victimand a speech bubble saying "BEWARE!" were all fairly detailed, but the ghost's body and legs were just quick outlines.
He couldn't even concentrate on finishing the sketch, so it was impossible to concentrate on Mr. Lancer's lecture.
Glancing out the window, Danny knew exactly why it was so hard to even look like he was paying attention.
The sky was that vibrant shade