Skyrim: The Dragon's Bane C08The Dragon’s BaneSkyrim: The Dragon's Bane C083 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight – To Ride in Snow
The chill air plumed from her mouth as the horse cantered along the river’s shoreline. Spotting the ford to cross, Mira grinned, shot a look over to the other rider whose fair hair was flowing loose from any bonds, matching her steed’s pace easily. Kicking her heels into the horse’s ribs, Mira laughed as the horse bounded across the shallow water toward the snowy plains on the other side. The horse wickered at the sudden freedom of running. Mira could hear a yell coming from Ulfric as he urged his horse to chase after her.
They ran wildly over the snowy plain sparkling pristinely in the pale sunshine, enjoying the bit of freedom from war, politics, and the troubles of the land. It was if they were transported back twenty years when they were young and doing the same chase. Mira swerved her horse, to which Ulric laid a parallel run to Mira. Slapping the reins, Ulfric le
The Rules of FanfictionThe Rules of Fanfiction11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. You are a writer. It does not matter that your form of writing is fanfiction – you are creating a piece of written art and therefore you are a writer. It will never be published outside of your personal webpage and DeviantArt but that isn't important. Your writing transcends the petty literary anthologies. Besides, who wants to be one of those kinds of writers? They're all just elitist snobs anyways.
2. When selecting a piece to write fanficiton about, make sure it is a well-known one. Plastering "FINAL FANTASY VII" all over the piece ensures that only dedicated fans look at it. Otherwise, you might wind up having one of those literary elitist snobs stumble across it, and we all know how they view fanfiction. Also, it ensures you an immediate fanbase. Selecting a relatively unknown work as your subject material means that only a select few will be able to read and comprehend it. &
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
The Force of Dreams, PrologueThe Force of Dreams, Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight raced around her library. Her eyes darted up and down every shelf, scanning the spines of the books. Rolls of parchment lay strewn all over the floor as she added more and more books to the large circular table that dominated the floorspace.
"Not this one. Not this one either... Not this one too!" Twilight whispered to herself as she opened book after book, flipping through all the pages in a matter of seconds before tossing it into a random area of the library.
The knocking on the door went unheard as Twilight continued to dash through the various rooms, reading any and every tome, bit of parchment or scroll that she could lay her hooves on.
The knocks grew impatient. Soon they were loud, slamming bucks of sturdy hooves. Twilight, who was nose-deep in An Almanac of Ausneighlian Animals, jerked her head in surprise.
"The door's open!" she shouted.
The hinges gave a tired squeak as a cyan pegasus took a few tentative steps in. A loud slamming noise erupted from the floor above,
Mass Effect - My Last BreathMass Effect - My Last Breath4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mass Effect - My Last Breath
"C'mon baby hold together, hold together!"
It's the last thing I hear before the familiar door in front of me splits open with a roar that tears the very fabric of the air asunder. Clouds of particles are sucked past me as I step over the threshold, feeling the essence of the void sucking at the hardened fabrics of my armoured suit. I can feel my eyes growing wider at the sudden dip in brightness and the only sound I can hear is my own heavy breathing, echoing harshly in the confines of my helmet. As my sight adjusts I find my steps becoming more laboured, and not just because of the magnetic clamps in the soles of my boots.
Though I push forward across the command deck, my eyes wander across surroundings that were so familiar just moments ago. I had spent much of the last few months here on this deck, flanked by a trusted team of Alliance officers, masses of paperwork, the occasional alien and the ever present holographic galaxy map. Now, all the co
Zero no Tsukaima: Shadow of Zero - Episode 1Zero no Tsukaima: Shadow of ZeroZero no Tsukaima: Shadow of Zero - Episode 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Louise wishes with all her heart for a familiar that is Sacred, Beautiful and Powerful, throwing all her Hope, Desperation and Desire into her spell she may get what she wishing for and maybe something more, but like the old sayings goes; 'Be careful what you wish for' and 'Never judge a book by its cover'.
Shadow of the Colossus and Familiar of Zero crossover, Semi-OC Dormin+Harem
P.S. - (All characters, settings and other things of Shadow of the Colossus, Familiar of Zero and anything else I may use are the property of their respective owner and so please do not sue me.)
Zero no Tsukaima: Shadow of Zero - Episode 1
Breaking the Seal! The Guardian Awakens
With Special Thanks to Noctum
On the 38th Day of Summer of the Year 921 of the First Age, lies from outside the Radiant Gardens blinds
Prologue - Modern Avatar Fan Fic"Long ago the four nations", that was how my great-grandfather Rohan would begin telling his stories. Every night before I dozed off into this dream world induced by his words, he would tell me of great adventures. Not sure if either fiction or fact, I would still be stolen by the life of such tales.Prologue - Modern Avatar Fan Fic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My mother and father frowned upon me visiting Rohan. As a young boy I would always play imitating the actions of these "benders" my Pampa would speak of. That's what I call my great-grandfather Rohan. He told me that "benders" were magnificent people with the potential of manipulating the basic elements of nature; Fire, Water, Earth, Air. And my parents would see myself as a child, giving life to nature and creating blazing infernos and tidal waves. They were concerned that I would be pulled too deeply into the world of lies and fairy tales that my Pampa constructed.
But how could they be lies? They mus
Tron: Remembrance - Chapter TwoTron: Remembrance - Chapter Two2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tron opened his eyes to a different world. The terrain around him was obviously damaged–he could see areas where the ground was derezzing and crumbling away. He didn't know what had happened, but it must have been devastatingly powerful for it to cause a surge strong enough to bring him back up to the surface. Looking across the expanse of the Sea, he could perceive that the portal was closed and Clu's command ship was nowhere to be seen. What did that mean? Had Clu succeeded in transporting himself and an entire force of his loyal Black Guards into Flynn's world? Did Flynn escape?
The Sea of Simulation lapped at his feet, whispering softly, while his body reclined on a rough surface of digital rock. Groaning softly, he rolled onto his stomach and pulled himself further onto the shore.
He was still alive.
And he was also still
Falling LeavesFalling Leaves3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Argh... I can't sleep! Rainbow Dash thought to herself as she tossed and turned on the train bed. And Appleloosa is still another few hours away! Rainbow dug her head into her pillow, trying to drown out Spike's horribly loud snoring. Maybe somepony's awake.... Immediately, Rainbow's mind went to the one pony she was sure was still up at this time.
"Pssst.... Pinkie Pie, you asleep yet?" Rainbow whispered as soft as she could, grabbing a nearby unlit candle.
"No," Pinkie's high pitched voice returned the questioned, causing Rainbow to smile a little as she fumbled to find a match. "Are you asleep yet?" Rainbow heard her ask in return.
Rainbow paused for a second, her mind confused. Did she just ask... nevermind. It's Pinkie, I should know better, she thought as she lit the match and set the wick of the candle on fire. Taking a few steps forward with the soft glow of the candle to light her way, she started to speak once more.
"If I was sleeping, how could I
Proof of GodTo start off, I'd like you to take a moment to consider why it is you don'tProof of God4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
believe our God exists.
You cannot stay in a state of lacking belief in God. After all, my dog doesn't believe in God, either, but she's not an atheist. To state that you simply don't believe is not sufficient. There must be a reason. On a similar note, I don't believe "blind faith" is sufficient either. I don't just "believe" in God, I have reasons for my beliefs. Either you have accepted the idea of God, or you have rejected it.
So what is the cause for your rejection? What is the basis that you found this view on? When put under speculation, is it adequate? Is it flawed? Is it subjective? This first section of my "essay" deals with reasons you might have for rejecting that our God exists, and refuting them.
I believe there is no God because . . .
1. There's no proof.
That statement is subjective. I'm probably going to use this word a lot, so here's a quick definition: subjective means biased or one-s
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #73, 74, 75!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #73, 74, 75!3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
#73) My best bro and I have been bronies for a while now. I would never bring up being a brony on purpose to anyone who didn't know. But now we're doing a project in Literature class, and my friend is doing his on how he became a brony. I don't think it's a good idea. In fact, I find it embarrassing. What should I do?
Answer: This is something that seems to happen reasonably often people become big fans of "Friendship is Magic", and then fancy teaching the world to sing by shedding light on it in a class. And while you could argue that older individuals liking the show is an interesting point of observation, it's not particularly academic (not in terms of literature, at least) and so a presentation on it doesn't seem appropriate in general for that type of class.
It might be because I'm in the UK, but I know for a fact that if I presented on MLP in one of my university seminars I wouldn't be taken seriously by the teacher or the students. We tend to do
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's time, Scootaloo we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and
A Precious Rainbow, Part 2'A Precious Rainbow'A Precious Rainbow, Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2.1 THE SLEEPOVER
SWEET APPLE ACRES FARMHOUSE
THE NEXT MORNING
Applejack was up bright and early at the crack of dawn. She went straight to the kitchen, and began preparing breakfast. Twenty minutes later, she quietly came into the guest room, where Rainbow was just getting up with a yawn.
"Rise n' shine, Rainbow. Got ya some breakfast here." Applejack greeted, setting a tray of hay, oats, a fresh apple, and apple juice on the nightstand next to her bed.
"How'd ya sleep?" she asked.
"A little here, a little there. Just tossed and turned all night." Rainbow replied, starting into her breakfast.
"Also, when you're done eatin', here." Applejack said, setting a hairbrush next to the tray on the nightstand.
"A brush?" Rainbow inquired.
"Yeah. Your hair's a mess. Might want to fix that." AJ answered with a chuckle.
"I'mma get Apple Bloom off to school. Give a holler if ya need anything."
As Applejack left the room and left the door open, Rainbow t
Zant's Confusion I was sitting cross-legged on the observation deck. So many broken thoughts were zipping through my head, it was just a jumble. Two minutes ago, I was listening to someone in the sky speak to me. He promised that if I did whatever he said, I would have unimaginable power and glory, that someday I would be king. What a delicious thought.Zant's Confusion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He also said that if I didn't follow his orders, she would be hurt. Badly. I thought. I don't think I would live if something happened to her...
Gah! What am I doing? What if someone found out? And hated me? I withdraw my ugly hands into my long sleeves. They are twisted from experimenting with this... power. It's amazing, but it rips me up.
My head is hanging low and I close my eyes against the sting of tears. I bang my head miserably on the floor. I lay stretched out on the
Meeting the Kurosaki's (FanFic) HitsukarinMeeting the Kurosaki's (FanFic) Hitsukarin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meeting the Kurosaki's
By Cyndy-kawaii-chan / Cyndyrellah
Or the alternate name, meeting the family I dunno, Hope you guys enjoy this! It's my first FanFic published here! Please Review! HITSUKARIN FTW~3
"Yuzu! What are you cooking?" Ichigo sniffed the air.
"Must be something special" Responded Rukia who was currently next to him.
"Ah! Ichi-Nii! Could you please put this cutlery in the table? And Rukia-Nee could you please taste test this for me?" Yuzu asked
"Sure!" Rukia answered contentedly, and turned and put her tongue out at Ichigo.
'Damn... Why can't I taste what she's cooking...? Stupid midget..." Ichigo thought irritatedly but smiled at how the 'midget' was back to his side once again.
And so he started fixing the cutlery.
'Wow. We must be having the queen over or Yuzu just made a feast for dinner!' Ichigo thought surprised.
The table was full of dishes and side dishes, looked like they were from a five star restaurant
Khantara: chapter 1Khantara: chapter 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Khantara: the One who Moves like Shadow
The Thellisian Empire had become too bold for its own excellence and had launched an irreparable attack upon the far island of Mharvholan. The Haanta stronghold which was normally prepared for any assault Thellis could conceive to convey had not expected such an unprecedented attack after they had delivered such a substantial blow to the empire themselves. When seeing such damage done to their home, the Emperor of Thellis order the Haanta island's immediate destruction in order to quell such dissent from the northern lands and when the nations of giants had suffered their last, they had begun to plan their vicious retaliation. The Hakriyaa ordered that a battalion of one-thousand Amghari, the celebrated warriors of Mharvholan and Sanhedran alike, attack the eastern settlements of the Thellisian Empire instead of attacking the capital in the west as was expected.
The military leader of the islands ordered the regiment of one-thousand raging mounta
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
Lost DragonbornLost Dragonborn2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The others in my wagon trembled with terror. I sat, eyes downcast, listening to my breath in the brisk air. What season was it? I couldn't remember. But chill clung to air even as the sun pierced the fog that had clung to us. I lifted my head, letting the dancing rays glitter in my blue eyes. Slowly, I rose, ignoring the guard's growl, ordering me to be seated. I stood amongst my wagons companions, my torn and old shift flapping along with my curling black hair, staring at Helgen. The place where I was going to die.
"Stay here and don't do anything troublesome," the guard ordered, slamming the cell behind us.
I looked at the cuffs around my wrists before glancing upwards into the face of my brothers in chains. They were talking amongst themselves, pondering the war. I didn't understand the politics of this place. I was lucky to even understand the language. A dark chuckle filled my ears and I cringed, bracing for impact.
"This is Skyrim," said the all too familiar voice of Molag