JackFrostXReader - Part 2"Oh…my…gosh…" You loudly whispered with astonishment and awe. Your jaw was nearly down to your waist; everything, big and small, amazed your thriving mind. It was all so incredible, so breath-taking. Especially for a child your age.JackFrostXReader - Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
From the 2 feet jumping-jack toys, to the giant toy hamsters in their giant plastic hamster balls; it was too good for words. So, you didn't say a thing. You just smiled as you ran to the talking Marry-go-Round. All the make-believe animals of which were held by a colorful pole in their backs had whistled and gestured for you to head over.
North laughed with his hands on his hips, proud of all his hard work in his cozy factory he called home. "Hey! Hey, you! Young gal with the pretty eyes! Jump on my back!" The winged zebra looked right at you.
"Oh! Ok!" You ran to him and grabbed the pole; he giggled. Soon enough, another animal spoke. It was the cat panda, only 1 animal behind the winged zebra.
"Come to me, young child! For I am the cat panda; the cutest
JackFrostXReader - Part 1The snow outside fell slow as you stared upon it. There was no telling where it came from, or how it fell. You never thought about that at the age of 7. You just sat there, leaning against the window and following each delicate snowflake. The warm fleece was wrapped around you, and your hot coco right beside you.JackFrostXReader - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You watched as all your foster siblings played outside; throwing snowballs and making snow angels. There was no motivation for you to go outside. But you certainly weren't bored. As you watched the laughter and happiness, you had frowned. Remembering that you didn't have a family only brought sorrow and ache to your fragile heart.
But wait; the foster home was your family. Right? You tried to smile, but unfortunately, it was no use. True; they were a family. Your foster mom took good care of all 15 of you. But you? You didn't really fit in. No one ever does. They only fit in a real family; a family connected through blood, and happiness, and joy, and laughter.
That's what it l
RouletteI watch the other men's faces nervously. We, six, sit around a wooden card table, sweating and glancing at one another. The room is dark, the only light comes from the seeping red sunset behind the half-open blinds. Our shadows elongate against the walls like a threatening mural, an omen for what is to come.Roulette2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I take a deep breath, "A-are we sure about this?"
"What's a little fun without a little danger?" I can hear the cruel smile upon her lips. She watches us from the corner of the room. "Unless," she speaks with a sly undertone, "any of you boys are willing to talk?"
We stay dead silent. Eyes shift, no we will not rat anyone out. The cost doesn't matter, we have to tell ourselves over and over. Well, at least I have to.
"How about you first? Landon?"
I look to the man to my left, eyes wide. All our eyes are on the wormy little man. Silently, we know he is safe, yet fear still plagues our hearts to beat faster.
He reaches to the middle of the table. His hand shakily grabs the
I Will Survive... I GuessI lay here nowI Will Survive... I Guess2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't fall asleep
Jealousy writhes in my dreams
My veins carry it to my heart
Which say to my mind
"Hey, this girl, she's a real find"
What I know and what I fear is that everyone else also sees
And they'll try and steal this girl away from me
The true horror is that she'll want to go
And I'll have to let her
That is just so
Truly in my heart of hearts I do know
That all I want for her is happiness
And if that means letting her go
I'll have to do it, no?
One day I'm sure
I'll have to give up the fight
But love is not to be won
It is a divine right
It's something that you feel
Through your whole body at night
And this thing I do feel
In my world love was never real
Se came in and proved me wrong
But once she is gone
Will I be able to stay strong?
My world will become barren again
But I know I'll stand up
I know I can
So for her happiness
I'll eventually have to give up the fight
And though my life will lack her essence
I'll be all right
I CanI can breath,I Can1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But not when hands smother me.
I can see,
But when lies enter the picture I am blind.
I can feel,
But when your hand grips mine I don’t believe I can.
I can hear,
But not when screams are the only sound.
I cannot be me,
But I can try and show you what is left.
I can hear your heart.
I can see your tears.
I can feel your anger.
I can breath,
Because I know it will be alright.
LeoLeo7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Symbol: the Lion
Ruling Planet: the Sun
Ruling House: Fifth House
Body Parts: heart, back
Date with destiny: Aries, Sagittarius
Run for the hills: Taurus, Scorpio
Where you glow: center stage
What makes you tick: leading
Fitness forecast: Tae-Bo
Play date: attending a movie premier
Perfect jobs: actor, cruise ship host
Best accessory: hairbrush
A sure thing: basking in the glow
Pleasure: daydreams, generosity, courage
Pain: keeping up appearances, losing, being bossed around
Kindness: Because of your generous nature, you give all that you have to help out in a crisis, and then some.
What's my line? There's no business like show business.
Another Chelley one-shot"Why do you keep him?"Another Chelley one-shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chell paused, cocoa mug halfway to her mouth to cast a questioning look at the Adventure Core. Rick perched on the edge of her sofa, one ankle over his knee, the look on his face somewhere between curiosity and accusation. He shifted, recrossing his legs, before settling that intense stare back on her.
"I mean, I understand you getting us all out of there; you're a very thoughtful young lady. And I even understand you're setting us up in our own lives out here. And not wanting to rent another apartment until he can afford his own rent, but why do you let him stay here? Isn't he, like, a safety hazard or something?"
She sighed, putting down the hot chocolate she'd been so looking forward to.
"He could stay with Fact and Craft. They've got plenty of space in that flat of theirs."
She shook her head.
"What about Morality? Doesn't she have a condo now?"
Chell rolled her eyes. Yes, and she's renting to Rage and Curiosity.
"Even Space and I'
(Thorki) Ohana Means FamilyThere was nothing worse to Loki than a hot day. He hated the heat, hated dreadfully how it would cling to his skin like a material dampness, an extra skin on his body that did nothing but make everything feel filthy. Even worse, he hated sand. Oh, the horrible enemy it was to the god, sand. It spilled, soiled, and otherwise ruined everything. He had quickly understood how tricky it was, always finding it's sly way into clothes, shoes, gloves and otherwise anything else you didn't want it to be in.(Thorki) Ohana Means Family2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just two good reasons to greatly loath midgard. Two very good, sound reasons that he absolutely didn't want to spend an entire week of pointless work to create a growing 'peace' between Asgard and it (though Thor was the one always doing most of the work in that sense; Loki was mostly there to be the 'bad cop' of the duo, as he had so kindly muttered during a tense meeting. Nobody liked the comment much).
Though why exactly Thor had chosen for their week on Midgard to be visiting an island, f
Chelley one-shot"Wow, would you look at all that!" his voice, behind her, and slightly to her right. "It's...um...rain, right? Never seen anything like it before! What makes it move like that, d'you think?"Chelley one-shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She couldn't see. Her first steps in the world she'd fought so hard for, and the difference between the dim laboratory lights and the setting sun had blinded her. Chell threw her hands over her eyes, trying to block out the pain.
"What's the...oh, right, human eyes take a while to adjust, don't they? Well, that's... What should we do? Just...wait?"
Chell shook her head. She had no plan for how, exactly, she was supposed to go anywhere in her condition, but knew they couldn't just sit here on Her doorstep and wait for Her to change Her mind.
"No, okay. What then? We need some sort of plan, some way to tell you what's on the ground, where everything is, or...or..." There was a pause. "Um, I've got an idea, but I don't think you're going to like it, so soon after the whole power-mad, scheming thing in
That ConflictThe Narrator fell asleep in his chair, with his head on his desk. Stanley passed out in a couch in some random room. The computer monitor was still on and obviously showed Stanley and what room he was sleeping in.That Conflict7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone was sleeping. Everyone except the female narrator, or should we say: Substitute Narrator. She has been hearing absolute silence for the past two hours. She was in another monitoring room, almost looks exactly like the male narrator's, only it was smaller in width.
She listened as the Narrator gave Stanley directions on where to go. And she also heard when the Narrator got mad at Stanley. She heard everything that came from from the main narrator's room. She knew that the Narrator...had a crush on Stanley. The Narrator, of course, wouldn't admit it to her straightforward. Substitute Narrator also didn't tell Stanley herself, even though she could, but it was because she didn't want Stanley to feel completely uncomfortable with the Narrator.
She glanced at her o
Quarth BackstoryQuarth Backstory4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
The Quarth are one of the two main races that make up the eclipse network, as well as having founded it with the Droon. They are well known for their advanced knowledge of the inner workings of the effects dimension jumping has on the body and dimensional templates in general.
Before being able to actually understand anything this backstory says you’ll need to know the basics of the dimensional veil and template.
A dimensional template is the term used to describe how the multiverse is allowed to alter you when going to another universe. Many universes will change you to better fit in, this being called the veil, your template tells it what it can change and what is unchangeable. Different things have different levels of importance. For example if you are a male human and you and you travel to a universe populated by equine beings you would most likely become a pony as well but would retain your gender.
Some universes are more accepting while others w
You'll Be In My Heart (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)Mr. Peabody sighed exhaustibly as he continued to rock his crying boy. It was one of those nights when Sherman refused to go to sleep, no matter what Peabody did. He had already checked Sherman's diaper, he wasn't hungry, it seemed that nothing was working. He had been sitting in the rocking chair for almost ten minutes but nothing.You'll Be In My Heart (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He desperately tried to remember what those countless parenting websites and books said about babies refusing to sleep. Diaper change? Nope. Hungry? Nope. Rocking? Doing that. C'mon Peabody, He thought. Think, what else is there? And then it hit him.
It was the one thing he had dreaded and hoped he wouldn't have to do. In all his years, Mr. Peabody couldn't recall having to sing, actually he didn't think he had sung anything up until now. He looked down at the baby still crying in his arms. There must have been something, anything that could work, just not a lullaby.
"Come now Sherman, calm down, it's alright." He said in attempt to sooth his boy
Four Men, a Woman, the Monster and a BarSeven and John entered the bar and were met with the smell of alcohol and puke, a familiar smell to the pair. John picked out two seats up at the bar and they sat side by side, laughing as they talked about fun times they had.Four Men, a Woman, the Monster and a Bar7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"He was a pain in the ass," John said, Seven laughed but before he could say something a voice spoke up with a laugh.
"Ha! Bow chicka bow wow!" They both turned to see a tan man with dark brown hair smiling over at them, he was wearing a teal-aqua?-shirt and some dogtags hung around his neck. Beside him a man leaned forward to see who he was talking to, he had a brown-gold-ish shirt and he also wore dogtags. His left eye was covered with a scar but despite that he seemed quite cheery. He smiled.
"Hi, I'm York and this is my buddy Tucker, he's a little...perverted," York told them with a chuckle. Seven grinned at the two.
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Seven and this is John, he's a party pooper," Seven told them with a snicker. Tucker and York both laughed, they kne
Lullaby"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.Lullaby3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be detonated by a passing glance.
Every time she blew up,
she'd pick the pieces of herself off of bathroom floors
mixed with the medicine she never needed. She had
One day she caught me staring, smiled, walked over, and hugged me...
she smelled like a lonely night.
As she pulled away she looked me dead in the eyes and said,
'Don't worry abou
The Stanley Parable OneshotStanley continued to press the red button for the sake of keeping the cardboard baby from moving towards the fire. He gradually got tired of this and, with a sigh, let the baby proceed to the fire.The Stanley Parable Oneshot5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Do you really hate babies or you just did this to spite me? I'm trying to build a better game than the so called Stanley Parable. Why do this? Why be so ha--
*The Following Stanley Song plays*
What? What's happening?
A hole opened on the ceiling and down fell...
..... The Narrator
He had a white tuxedo and brown boots. Underneath the tuxedo he wore a blue polo and a red necktie. The Narrator had sky blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He wore glasses as well. He clutched a thick book with different bookmarks. The story...
"That is most certainly rude Adventure Line™!!!" The Narrator yelled to the teenager, around 17, who was peeking from the aperture above them. She blew raspberries at The Narrator and closed the hole.
The door to Stanley's left opened revealing a corridor w
Sweet F.A - The Stanley ParableSweet F.A - The Stanley Parable3 months ago in Humor More Like This
The rather eccentric :iconShiro-Byakko: requested (encouraged? encourested?) me to make story about an unsound Stanley sitting in the broom closet playing airplane with a dustpan out of spite for the Narrator. Welp. Here you go!
“Stanley was fat and ugly and really really stupid.”
No, that didn’t work... Go ahead and try again.
“Due to his inability to find his way out an empty, worthless room, Stanley was stuck here. Or perhaps his hefty figure made it impossible to exit the room.
“But, unsurprisingly, he didn’t bother too much about it. Ignorance really is bliss, isn’t it? Ignorance…”
Hm. Too much. Try again.
“Stanley. I’m tired. Come on.”
“Come on, Stanley! What is so fascinating about this room?”
It was then known to the Narrator that he greatly overestimated Stanley’s intelligence.
While he never compared the man to Stephen Hawking, he knew this sit
Foo Foo CuddlypoopsSokka growled as he hacked his way through the maze of vines and creepers. Why did forests have to be so foresty?Foo Foo Cuddlypoops3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was currently trying to mow down the ZhienShu forest so he could get to Genji, a small town in the Eastern Earth kingdom that had reported several riots recently. Sokka sighed as he contemplated the spike in revolts that had torn through the countryside. Rebel Firebenders, still loyal to the Ozai administration, had been burning crops and houses, even though the Great War had been over for three years.
And the years had certainly been good to Sokka. He was no longer the thin and gangly little fifteen-year-old that had found Aang within the iceberg. His chest had filled out, his voice had deepened (finally!) and his skills with both the boomerang and sword had advanced to the point that Sokka was called "Master" by a good deal of soldiers, both young and old.
Katara and Aang were still deeply in love, but had moved their residence from Appa's saddle to the Southern W
True LoveTrue LoveTrue Love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is true love?
Is it when two people see one another and just fall in love?
Or is it when two destinys meet and become one?
True love is a wonderful thing.
But there are things you must watch for.
Not every angelic face has a kind heart.
A beautiful face can hide a devilish heart.
But a stone face can conceal a gentle soul.
The face doesn't really matter though.
Its the heart and soul that counts
When a person gives you gifts.
Are they giving you love?
But the poorest person can give the greatest gifts.
That one day.
To find true love...
Fluff to Stone part 1Fluff to Stone part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Climber groaned. What had happened? That much, he couldn't remember. He got up slowly. Something felt.....odd though. He felt...heavier for some reason. Much heavier. Maybe someone had opened him up while he was out cold and stuffed him with rocks? That was a possibility, but who would want to do that?
Another thing was odd. He was on the roof of one of the old park buildings. It had rained last night, and he remembered hiding as soon as it started to avoid getting wet. He never did enjoy it when his face got melted off by the water. So, why was he on a roof? That's usually where rain hits first, right? None of this was making sense.
The final notice, was something that terrified him completely: his pick-ax was gone. He was immediately panicked. Without his pick-ax he was defenseless. Useless against anyone who would threaten him. Karl. If he had lungs, his breathing would have quickened. Now he was sure something was wrong. What was he doing out in the open when Karl was no doubt on t
What Happened? Portal x The Stanley Parable Part 2Who the hell is this lunatic?What Happened? Portal x The Stanley Parable Part 23 months ago in Humor More Like This
Chell felt GLaDOS' accusing gaze fall upon her. She shrugged.
Don't ask me. If don't know who this guy is!
If this is another one of your little jokes then I recommend you to stop this immediately.
Chell raised both her hands in the hopes of getting GLaDOS to believe her that she has no control over The Narrator. Don't look at me. If I knew how to make this guy disappear, I would've done that in the beginning.
Is this the reason why you left? Is it because of this rude, judgmental Narrator of yours?
I am not rude, nor am I a "Narrator". Although, yes I am a bit judgmental --
-- But I only state facts. And that is a fact... idiot.
Then let me tell you a "fact" miss know-it-all. You are annoying, arrogant and downright rude. I understand now why Michelle had left you in the mud.
My test subject has never left. She was always here.
Another moment of
Pokestuck ch. 5The warm fire flicks small embers in front of you. Jade decided that since it had gotten so late that you all should just set up camp here for the night. She is currently curled around her Eevee, having had fallen asleep some time ago. Meanwhile, you and John sit on opposite ends of the fire Wiggles’ tail had created. Neither of you will look directly at the other but that does not stop you from stealing glances from time to time.Pokestuck ch. 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out of the corner of your eye you spot John opening his mouth to speak, only to change his mind and close it again. He instead stares at the ground and worries at his lip as he usually does when nervous. It looks so stupid and derpy and God you just want him to say something to end this miserable silence. You refuse to admit that that’s not the only reason you want him to talk.
Looking at John is just too much now so instead you turn your attention to Wiggles. The little Charmander’s tail burns brightly despite him being asleep. You discrete
UntitledEpsilon opened his eyes, he was breathing heavily and felt a little exhausted, he looked around the darkness to find he was standing in some else's room. Epsilon felt something cold in his hands, he looked down to see a bloody knife. It quickly dropped to the floor with a metallic clunk. At this moment Epsilon realized he was covered in blood, not his own, but someone else's. The AI froze, he was inches away from the bed where a body lay, whether it was alive or dead Epsilon didn't know. He shakily stepped forward, the body was a bloody mess, turned over on its stomach and stabbed several times in the back. Epsilon took a sharp intake of breath, he knew he had done this, that the evil side of him took over and killed this guy. The AI slowly put a hand on the body's shoulder, he had to see who it was... The face of the person he murdered in cold blood.... Epsilon turned the body over and quickly backed up, he stumbled onto the floor and tried to get as far away from the body as possibleUntitled9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
the creation of ___Once upon a time there was God.the creation of ___2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
He was perfect in all ways and all he did was beautiful. With his own two hands he wove fibers of colors unknown to humanity into beautiful cloths. He took one of the cloths, called laughter, and bound it to another, entitled curiosity. He then carefully stitched another fabric, commonly known as affection, to the laughter with beautiful silver thread. To that he sewed sacrificial love. he then began to weave around it. He took great care with every string, putting it exactly in it's place. Two arms on this creation. Two blue eyes within a head adorned with beautiful blonde waves of hair, curling around it's face and spilling over it's beautiful shoulders. Below the eyes lived the most expressive cheek bones, sprinkled with freckles. Between the two a nose resided, which crinkled every time it's neighbor across the street would let out a giggle. The being was created with a noble stature, beautiful and complete in every way. Within it, he planted a seed