Babysitters for the WeasleysBabysitters for the Weasleys4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Percy! Fred! George!" called Molly Weasley.
She was holding her youngest child, Ginny, while her second youngest, Ron, was clinging to her leg. Percy, Fred, and George Weasley all ran down the stairs, pushing each other, racing to get to the bottom. Fred reached the bottom first, or was it George? No one could ever tell. Molly even put the letters of their first names on their shirts. Still, they wore each other's clothes. Percy, on the other hand, had reached the bottom last, tripping on the bottom steps. His square glasses jumped off his face, and he searched frantically for them before Molly took pity on him and got them herself.
"Percy, Fred, George, I have already told Ginny and Ron, but I have to run out. Charlie and Bill are at Hogwarts, and your father is at work. I have hired babysitters," she explained. Percy, Fred, and George groaned.
"But Mum--" whined Fred.
"--we don't like babysitters--" whined George.
"--and say we're bad--"
"--and give us punishments
MLP: FiM - Episode Ideas"Shy Surprise"MLP: FiM - Episode Ideas3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ponies meet Fluttershy's twin sister, who is almost the exact opposite of the shy pegasus.
Twilight reminisces of her first days of school under Princess Celestia's guidance
"Battle of the Bots"
Ponyville becomes the temporary battlefield for a pair of strange beings, one called an "Autobot," and the other called a "Decepticon."
"Let the Games Begin"
The ponies discover a bizarre artifact called a "video game."
"Return of Wonder"
The Great and Powerful Trixie returns and challenges Twilight to a duel of magic
A spell gone wrong causes a "Freaky Friday Flip" amongst the six ponies
"Of Ponies and Candy"
Shortly after the resealing of Discord, Pinkie Pie discovers a strange candy-making creature named "Charlotte"
"A Fishy Tale"
The ponies meet a hippocampus and do everything in their power to grant her wish.
Rarity becomes obsessed with a new fashion trend, bu
The Meleee ChroniclesIn the BeginningThe Meleee Chronicles4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written by ry-spirit
It was an odd morning for Ry, he woke up and flashes of imagery started pouring into this mind. Imagery of people dying, people crying for help and even dragons attacking a village. Ry couldn't get those imagery out of his head, could it be real? "Nah I probably just drank too much last night haha." He thought to himself. Ry turned the radio on while he made himself a bowl of cereal, the bowl dropped to the ground and milk spilled everywhere when he heard that a dragon is attacking a village near his home. Somehow Ry has acquired an ability to telepathically sense what is going on around the world! Ry did not know how he acquired the power but he had no time to waste, he remembered a famous quote he heard from a cheesy movie 'With great power comes great responsibilities'. He took a deep breathe and decided to do something about it, his ability to sense danger alone was not enough to fight evil, and so he searched for people like him, people
Love and Shoes -DW Fanfic 10_RLove and Shoes -DW Fanfic 10_R4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Two pairs of shoes walked alongside each other: a pair of white trainers and a pair of pink high heels. One made a soft padding against the concrete, the other, a rather loud tapping, both in contrast with the other.
The shoes represented their owners, respectively.
The trainers resembled a man, comfortable with his appearance, fashionable, yet older than he looked.
Likewise the bright pink shoes resembled a woman, not afraid to look pretty, innocent, yet bound to have a good time wherever she went.
And so the shoes walked together, side by side, so different, yet so very alike.
Ai Info SheetAi Info Sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Yumehana Ai (夢花愛)
Birthday: June 9, 1996
Place of Origin: Tokyo, Japan
Height: 157.7 cm (5'2'')
Weight: 49 kg (108 lbs)
Eyes: Black, or super dark gray, with streaks of lighter gray around the pupil and flecks of it in the iris itself
Hair: Black, with red dyed chunks
Blood Type: O+
Meister Type: Dragoon
Appearance: Ai has the appearance of most Japanese girls her age. She is petite and lightweight, slender and not strong, physically speaking. Her hair has dyed red streaks as a rebellion to her strict father. Her clothing is typically anything she can get away with wearing, in the brightest colours possible, again as a rebellion at her father, but also as an homage to her free spirited mother. Plus in battle, she likes to draw attention to herself to buy her friends more time to do the
if Zelda CD-i were a novelif Zelda CD-i were a novel5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gee," Link exclaimed, stretching out his arms and letting out a great yawn, "it sure is boring around here..."
King Harkinian was standing across the room from the elven boy. He was tipping a large, stout, purple goblet back as he drank a hard rum.
"My boy," the King began, lowering the chalice from his orange-bearded face and twirling a pointed finger into the air philosophically, "this peace is what all true warriors strive for."
Link shrugged casually and rolled his eyes, "I just wonder what Ganon is up to."
Many a year had indeed passed since the last slaying of the dark wizard known as Ganon. Hyrule had seemed to be at peace now, and that's all that had really mattered... for most people, that is. Link, however, lived for the adventure. He had, after all, been destined to be Hyrule's savior. By now, his insatiable hunger for a battle was all that overcame him.
A small red dot appeared to zoom across the cloud-dott
Beauty + the Beast, Pt II Ep 2Beauty + the Beast, Pt II Ep 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
EXT. THE CLIFF OUTSIDE THE CASTLE
Just before Gaston falls down the cliff, Lisette, having been delayed by the storm which broke during the fight, finally approaches the castle hoping her plans have born fruit. She arrives at the cliff side opposite the castle just in time to see Gaston stab the Beast and fall. She levitates herself in order to get a better view.
Hmmm. A pity. I found him....entertaining.
She sees Belle haul up the wounded Beast.
Not quite what I had in mind, but I suppose it will do.
She sees the light begin to rain on the Beast and Belle.
She sees the Beast begin to transform.
She sees the Beast transform completely.
She sees Belle and the Prince kiss.
The spell breaks completely and she is caught in the magical shock wave.
She is flipped head over heels and lands face down about ten yards behind where she had been levitating.
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Running Out of TimeRunning Out of Time4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2:27 in the morning.
And I was screwed.
"Crap, why did I ever agree to do this?" I moaned, glaring at the sheet music for the 36th time today. The little music notes danced around in front of my eyes, the senseless tune replaying over and over in my brain.
Why do I always think I can do everything? Hubris, or deadly pride, is a dangerous fatal flaw, and I often find myself biting off more then I can chew.
But now, I find myself in the deepest trouble I've ever been in; I had gotten into a fight with the band's lead guitarist, Tony, on one of the lyrics of our latest Christmas songs. Two wrecked drum sets, one smashed bass and a broken toe later, he had challenged me to re-write the lyrics myself; out of fury, I had quickly agreed.
But now, I wasn't so sure if I could do it.
I tapped my pencil against my temple, racking my brain for inspiration. Glancing around the house, I reprimanded myself for forgetting to decorate for the holiday season again. Though, in my def
Ponygeist: a Halloween TalePonygeist: a Halloween Tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cupcake (with extra sprinkles) was absolutely delighted.
The party was in full swing and the town hall was full of revellers. Better still, it was a costume party, which she felt were the best kind. Pinkie (the cupcake (with extra sprinkles)) watched the ponies dancing and playing and eating snacks, each one dressed up as something scary or just plain silly. Pinkie's costume definitely fell into the latter category unless you were somehow afraid of cupcakes, but she didn't see how that was possible.
The "baked bads" incident might count towards that, but that was a one-time event and about a week later everypony trusted her baking enough to eat it again. Anyway, that technically hadn't been entirely her fault. She'd taken Applejack as an assistant, who - while an excellent baker in her own right - was half-deaf and bordering on insanity from sleep deprivation at the time. Not that she blamed poor Applejack or anything - in her addle
untitled part threeuntitled part three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't remember even going to sleep; I thought to myself, come to think of it, I don't remember even coming home. I closed my eyes tight and tired to rack my brain. Come on, where was I last? Something clicked, and then I was there. It was like watching a movie, I could feel the wind, the bike handle bars, and I could even feel my heart beating.
I watched as I waved goodbye, to my friends as they got into the car. They shouted something to me, but I couldn't understand. I turned back around, and started moving on my bike. The sunshine blaring in my eyes. I squinted, trying to see in front of me. Someone yelled watch out, and a dog came running towards me. I felt the bike bump, as it turned off the curb. I heard barking, as I fell onto the cement. I looked up, hearing a car horn.
I opened my eyes. No, I can't be dead. I looked around suddenly noticing crew members cleaning the street. I'm here; I can feel the wind, I'm breathing. I took a deep breath. I must be dreaming, I have to be d
Writers and Poets“Why are you a poet?”Writers and Poets2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m not a poet.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
“A word-rhymer, a heart-breaker, a word master. I could go on for a very long time, you know?”
“Oh, I know.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because I’m not a writer.”
“Then what are you?”
“I am a word slinger, a heart’s reflection, a person maker, a story teller. I can go on you, know?”
“Indeed, you are not a writer.”
“Nor are you a poet.”
“We’re much more than that.”
“We’re the guides to our worlds.”
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
Hannibal didnt invite me to dinner
Im not Divergent
Dwarfs didnt show up for an unexpected journey
I didn't get trapped in Storybrooke
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exciting to happen in my life
Hope to see you soon
Katy Perry PoemKaty Perry Poem3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are always Waking Up In Vegas
Even though we are Hot N Cold
I may have Kissed A Girl
But I am still your Teenage Dream
I am always Thinking Of You
GuardianGuardian2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skies, and the dark forest. I feel someone behind me. I turn. Nothing there.
But there is something.
He's there. The Man.
He watches me, over me. He's my guardian in the Dark.
He looks harmful, and silent, and very mysterious.
People don't understand him. I understand.
He's lonely, always rejected, always regarded as weird, and not to be trusted.
Because I'm BlindA young girl once asked a blind man, "Can you see?"Because I'm Blind2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why, no, silly girl," the man replied. "I'm blind."
"I know that. Can you see?"
The man thought hard. He couldn't remember one moment when he had vision. "I'm sorry, my girl, but my eyes are broken. I don't understand what you mean."
"I guess you can't then..." The girl sighed, defeated.
She spent her whole life searching. She learned many languages and toured many countries during her mission, but none brought her to who she was looking for. One day, when she was old and retired, she sat on her front porch, feeling the soft breeze blow through her hair and listening to the soft creaking of the floorboards under her rocking chair. She looked out at her world with reverence. It was beautiful. "I wonder why no one else can see," she said.
A young boy stopped in front of the porch and looked up at the woman. "See what?" he asked.
"I can see it," the boy said, smiling at the sparkle in the old woman's eyes. "I don't