1. A Man in a Hat1. A Man in a Hat3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Rain, rain go away, come again some other day," my sister sang to herself as she stared out the large window, resting her head in her hands.
"Tillie, what are you doing?"
"I'm asking the rain to go away. I wanna go outside."
I smiled. "I don't know if that's going to work, little sis."
"But it hasta work, Alice! I wanna go to the playground," she pouted, turning around on the window seat to look at me.
Laughing, I sat down next to her and shook bleached white hair out of my eyes. "If Mom doesn't catch us, and you put your rain coat and boots on, then we can go anyway."
"Really?" she asked in astonishment, her blue eyes widening.
When I nodded she grinned, showing the gap in her where her front tooth was supposed to be, and clapped her hands.
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that you are killing me with your words?
Do you know that you are choking me with your thoughts?
Does it show?
That the smile I wear is superficial?
That I keep my feeling locked up?
That I ...hurt...?
What did you say?
You say that you understand
That you know how I feel.
But do you know of the pain that is ripping me appart?
Do you know what is underneath?
Have you opened my heart?
Have you heard my screams for help?
Have you seen that my heart is tearing?
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM ALONE TRAPPED IN THE DARK?
Do you even care?
Your screams are only to make yourself feel better
Your tears are only for self pity,
Yes, you are
That is why you blame me
That is why you hurt me
That is why you DESTROY me
That is how you kill me
That is how you LOVE me
The Sentinel: A Poem The Sentinel: A PoemThe Sentinel: A Poem2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All the night shall be your keep.
All those sleepers in their sleep
Will look to you and heed your call.
A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.
And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.
Transcend the dying and the birth.
See for yourself the beauty there.
The perfect frailness that is life.
Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!
Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!
See the empires fall with broken spires.
And Father Time reclaim his own.
So watch the humans as they slumber.
And for once they might seem humble.
Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on
And see the love that enters here among the human race.
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
My CrushWhere you just staring at me?My Crush6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just the thought makes me jittery.
Do you feel my heart beat,
when I hug you and our chests meet?
I've hugged you only once or twice,
but in your arms, it just felt so nice.
You're like a song forever stuck in my head,
when I should be thinking or other things you're there instead.
I can't stop reading you,
you're my favorite book.
I can't stand not to look.
At how you smile, and how you stand.
Someone pull me onto dry land.
Cause I'm swimming in my love for you.
we barely talk, this is true.
Since you live in your popular world,
with your tons of girls,
none of which are me.
It seems hopeless, but that doesn't stop me.
Maybe one day we'll end up together, then they will see.
I used to think you'd never like me, but I was surprised.
Every so often I look at you, and then I see your eyes.
looking at.. me.
It doesn't seem possible, more like a dream.
but maybe you liking me is more possible than it seems.
Whenever I'm around you,
I don't want to say anything
Admitting, Is The First Step"Maka?"Admitting, Is The First Step4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, Soul?" I asked.
We were on our way to the Acdemy. He stoped and turned half way.
"Do you like me?" He asked, worry colouring his voice. I raised my eyebrow before answering.
"No, I live in an apartment with you, because I hate you." The sarcsme in my voice was thick, almost tangible. He frowned, his brow knitting together.
"That's not what I ment". The frustration greatly evident.
I stoped walking, "Oh?" My voice quavering some.
"And what did you mean, Soul?" I whispered. It would be just like him to make a joke of this. I let my eyes wonder around the alley way, looking for Black*Star with a camcorder. If he was there, I couldn't find him.
Soul sighed and leaned against the alley wall, muttering what souded like "Stupid girls."
I squeezed my boooks, restraining from giving him a good Maka-Chop. I kept silent though, waiting for him to continue.
He avoided my gaze momentarily, letting his eyes wonder.
"Maka," He began, "I like you. More then is cool to say out loud
SoMa - Random Drabbles...He sits down at the piano and she watches his fingers dance across the keys. The melody drifts through the air and each note soaks into the walls around them. She can see that there's something secretive about him he's keeping something from her, and yet at the same time, the song is telling her exactly what he isn't. Maka brings a smile to her face as he stops and turns in the bench to face her. "I didn't quite understand " She says to him with a smile as he grins. "But, I liked it want to be partners?" Her hand is held out to him and he looks it over curiously. Then, his grin returning, he takes it with his own.SoMa - Random Drabbles...3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sure, sound's cool."
"I'm Maka Albarn, by the way."
"Soul Eater Evans just call me Soul."
Soul stares at the red soul floating above the ground before him. It was their first assignment together and they had just completed it. The Kishin Egg was slain and its soul was now floating in front of him. Maka stands nearby; hands on her hips as she waits f
Fate Natsume Mikan GakuenAlice ::I want to see you:: Chapter 1Fate Natsume Mikan GakuenAlice4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every morning I'd wake up the same feeling as the day before. Tired...and regret on everything. But, hey, I
Soul Maka: ResonanceWhen she had first partnered up with Soul, she didnt think either of them had any clue what was in store.Soul Maka: Resonance4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just another pair of weapon and meister, training to battle your normal run of the mill kishin eggs like hundreds of other Death City residents.
It was a pretty professional relationship. as professional as two stubborn teens could get, at least. Neither had shown any romantic interest in eachother for a long time, even while living together.
She had agreed to train him to be a Death Scythe, thinking of him purely as JUST a weapon, and he had probably thought of her as JUST a meister that would get him to the top.
It was a mutual relationship.
Of course it wasn't as cold and boring as it seemed. Obviously living together had gradually brought them closer, by their 80th soul (BEFORE the Blair incident) they could comfortably call eachother close friends, often spending time together despite their constant bickering.
She thinks it was right around when Soul had protected her from Ste
KataangW:Cold Feet, Warm HeartTitle: Cold Feet, Warm HeartKataangW:Cold Feet, Warm Heart5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Word Count: 400+
Summary: Waterbenders run colder than human-normal. Nice in the summer, not so nice in the winter.
"Your feet are freezing!" Aang yelped and wriggled away from Katara. She was icy! They were up a mountain under a pile of blankets, and touching her was like leaning against a glacier!
Katara glared at him, then yanked the blankets tighter around her shoulders. "I told you I was a waterbender when you met me. We stay cold, Aang."
"You weren't this cold last winter!" Aang tugged at the blankets to get some for himself, wondering if he could ask the Mechanist for some more. Not that it'd really help since Katara was inside the blankets with him.
"Yes, I was. You just weren't touching me all the time!" Katara flung the blankets at him, causing him to squawk. "Take them! It's too hot in here, anyway!"
"Are you kidding? It was s
SoMa drabbles - RestlessRestlessSoMa drabbles - Restless10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He found himself tossing and turning through most of his nights after the incident with Chrona and the Black Blood. Soul rested a hand against his chest as if it could relieve the pain he felt deep within himself and maybe it could lull him to sleep if he closed his eyes and thought about what he did with Maka that day. He told himself, whenever he stressed over the scar and the foreign blood running through his system, that if weren't for his sacrifice, Maka would be dead.
Maka was in the other room, sound asleep, probably dreaming about books with wings, and it was all because he protected her.
Normally, thinking about that helped ease the nonexistent pain, but this particular night, he'd gotten up to chug down the rest of the milk they had in the fridge. He tossed the empty carton into the garbage beneath their sink and leaned against the counter, still feeling that deep burning sensation in the very pit of his core. The demon danced offbeat to the pounding of his he
SoMa drabbles - CompanionCompanionSoMa drabbles - Companion10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were just Partners in the beginning. They were Weapon and Meister, working hand in hand to fight against evil souls before they turned into Kishin that would enslave the world in madness. During the first couple months of their relationship, the word Partners didn’t mean anything to them other than the fact that it meant business. It meant that she was going to use him to collect ninety nine evil souls and one witch soul and turn him into the greatest Death Scythe anyone had ever seen; a Death Scythe that surpassed her Father by a landslide. It meant that he would follow every order his Meister gave him and stop at nothing to gather the right amount of souls by her side.
Living together was what brought them closer. He hadn’t expected to grow so fond of her, and she hadn’t expected to trust him more than her very own two feet. The word Partners began to mean a lot more to them as time went on and as they worked together to gather souls again after embar
Together in A Minor_______Together in A Minor______Together in A Minor5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Widened red eyes stared at the second hand ticking away.
3:00 a.m, the stricken boy thought to himself.
Trying to find a solution to such a problem seemed nearly impossible. His conscious. His madness. His room with that grand piano.
His own personal demon in his music room of hell was haunting his dreams.
As the clock continued, Souls idea of falling back asleep and letting his guard down was diminished after his most recent nightmare. And he knew that demon would be waiting for him; that he is waiting for him.
He pulled his feet over to the side of the bed to stand up. To tired to sleep and scared to remain still, he wandered around the small apartment that he shared with Maka. He felt too disoriented to do anything productive. All he could think of was that damn dream. His fingers pounding the ivories. The tall glass wall. That torn dress....
Shit. Soul thought to himself. The idea of studying came into his mind. "That
Gakuen Alice - Spring PicnicGakuen Alice:Gakuen Alice - Spring Picnic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mikan-chan, it was such a good idea to have a picnic today, the weather is so beautiful! Nonoko said in excitement as she laid back on the ground and stared up at the branches of the tree, whose leaves were beginning to sprout back after its long winters sleep.
Mikan popped her last piece of octodog into her mouth and nodded her reply to Nonoko with a smile. Thanks so much for making bentos for everyone, Anna-chan, Mikan spoke cheerfully after she swallowed her mouthful of fried hotdog.
I couldnt have done it if it wasnt for Misaki senpais help, Anna replied with a glance of gratitude in the direction where Misaki Harada sat trying to force Tsubasa to eat, even though his mouth was already stuffed. Mikan and Anna exchanged glances and giggled.
It was the first warm Sunday at Gakuen Alice since spring had sprung. Mikan
MacKenzie Falling for SonnyChadMacKenzie Falling for Sonny4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's that time of year when I have a fan-mail overload and girls asking me if I would spend the day with them. AKA, a date and falling in love and getting married in six years but this year it's different with Sonny around. Yes, it is Valentine's Day. One thing hit my mind, Sonny is different then all the other girls I have dated or known. The way her hair falls on her shoulders and how she doesn't try to dress fancy but she does anyway. People might call me weird for me saying I am in love with Sonny Munroe but I do. I love Sonny Munroe.
And I have just the way to say it.
Aaawww, Valentine's Day. My favorite part of the year next to Christmas. I walk into my dressing room where I find Tawni surrounded by multiple vases of red and pink roses. For the occasion, I wear a pink skirt with a red blouse with a black sweater and black pumps.
" In love much?" I ask picking up a rose and smelling it.
" Yes" She replies dazely.
" With who?" I as
SE: KissPatience is the key in a healthy relationshipSE: Kiss4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pure silence and boredom was all their relationship had been like always Even before their confessions
The only difference was the exception of cuddling here and there and the fact that he actually appreciated her company when she'd sit in his room and read her huge books while he lazily read his magazines and comics. Sometimes she tutored him in closer company, but, they did that every once in awhile anyway Books how uncool and yet the girl he loved read them all the time. And now within her bedroom, he sat there hugging his knees close every so once in awhile glancing at her as she leaned up against her bed's backboard reading her favorite book. He had nothing to do he read all his comics to the point where he was disgusted with reading even pictures and in Maka's room, while she read, all he could do was sit on her bed and watch her.
"Hmm?" She never took her eyes o
Phineas and Ferb Older Years 3Chapter ThreePhineas and Ferb Older Years 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Candace slowly opened the door till she heard her dad say, Candace! Weve been waiting for you.
She let out a groan before putting on a fake smile. Mom, Dad hi
And this must be your new friend, her mom said.
Ah, yeah, Vanessa said as she walked into the house.
Well, its nice to know you both made it here alright, Candaces mom continued. Anyway, dinners going to be ready in a little bit, and your brothers are in the living room. Theyre excited that you decided to come home for the summer.
Candace groaned as her mom left the room. Im not going to talk to those two freaks, she said.
A voice from another room said differently. Hey, is that Candace? Phineas walked in followed closely by Ferb. Cool! You really did come ho
Wake Up"Please wake up," Syaoran whispered in desperation, trying to swallow the growing lump in his throat. It was no use. The princess's eyes remained shut to the world, her body limp as a downtrodden rag doll. Her skin, usually flushed with health and laughter, grew paler by the second as an icy chill swept through her blood.Wake Up4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"You have to wake up, Hime. We're all waiting for you, please!" The young archeologist held his childhood friend close in a one-armed grip, his other having been injured in the earlier fight. He was close enough to feel the ghost of her breath against his face, but her heart seemed to be beating so slowly he doubted such a feeling would continue for long. She was drifting away, like a feather swept up by a howling wind.
Why? The word ran through Syaoran's mind with the speed of the sand rabbits that roamed the deserts of Clow. Why was this happening to the princess again? Why did that count know the secret of the princess's feathers? Why did their group have to be amb