Her Servant 18 - ForeverHer Servant 18 - Forever4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Such a beautiful night,' Kagome thought whimsically to herself. She was sitting against a tree overlooking a calm lake with a full moon over head. She heard a slight rustle behind her, but paid no attention.
A clawed hand clamped down on her shoulder. She didn't even flinch, she just kissed the knuckles as their owner sighed in disappointment.
"You knew it was me?" Inuyasha asked, hoping he could scare her.
Kagome simply nodded.
Inuyasha sat on the ground beside her, "Aren't you scared of lunatic cannibal Ookami?"
Kagome smiled at him and patted his head, "Not with my overprotective Hanyou servant around!"
Kagome laid her head in Inuyasha's lap, content to let him stroke her hair in silence for a few minutes.
"Kagome," Inuyasha started nervously, "can I ask you something?"
She looked up at her blushing Hanyou, "You can ask me anything."
"Well, it's just... uh, I want more," Inuyasha said lamely.
"What?" Kagome sat up in a hurry. "Are you unhappy? I can release you from your pro
my bffs wedding.i still loveu I fell in love with my best friend.................my bffs wedding.i still loveu7 years ago in General More Like This
Through the years on, and on, Neji and TenTen grew closer together, soon they were best friends...time was getting older and they were growing together. as best friends. Sure, they dated everywhile, they had sex, but then they decided that they just want to be friends. but tenten still had a thing for neji.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tenten, Neji, and Rock Lee were out at a nightclub and were having a blast and they danced, drank, and got drunk.
Neji: this is so fun!!!!!
Tenten: hell ya!
Rock Lee: ya!...........
The Atheist's BibleAnd the Lord said, "Well, to be quite honest, I think you're all rather delusional."The Atheist's Bible7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Rising Storm: Chapter 1Late summer, 2257 ab urbe Regelli conditaThe Rising Storm: Chapter 17 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was an opponent to either side of me as I stood ready and waiting for Master Wei-fus direction. His black robes hung off his bony frame and he leaned on his staff. His sparse beard pointed stiffly at me and his eyes flashed with annoyance in the shadow of his brows.
I was stripped down for exercise. The late afternoon sun is never very warm that time of the year in the mountains when summer is dying and theres a scent of autumn in the air. With the sweat from our earlier passes drying on my skin I was feeling the chill.
Begin! he cried.
My older brothers Calcedor and Tristan began circling me, each looking for an opening. I moved with them, trying to keep track of both at the same time. Other than the shuffle of our bare feet on the sandy ground, there was no other sound in the training yard.
Tris made the first move, dropping low and sweeping for my feet. Idiot. Maybe he thought hed surprise me, but h
Chapter 1: UngiftedChapter 1: Ungifted3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Ungifted
The cottage was in the middle of a dark forest, where timber wolves could be heard howling in the distance. Inside the cottage, mice scurried across the wooden floor and the glow of a single candle lit up the tiny room.
Screams rent the night; the screams of a mother giving birth. Lena gripped her husband's hand tight as the mid-wife crooned encouragement: "You're almost done, just push a little harder. That's right, just hold on. You're almost there."
Lena panted, her chest heaving with the effort of child-birth. 'Almost there, yeah right.' She thought. 'She said that three hours ago, and look where that's got us.' She screamed again, and squeezed Liam's hand harder, making him grimace with pain.
"It's okay, honey," he said with teeth clenched. "I know you can do this." Lena nodded, and pushed again. She screwed her eyes shut with the attempt, and bit her tongue so she wouldn't scream again.
"Look," the mid-wife whispered. "She's a girl." The mid-wife
Tadzi Chapter 1TadziTadzi Chapter 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Once upon a time when I was terminally bored, I began to think about how it might be interesting to write a fantasy where the point of the story isnt magic, but the lack thereof. And when I start thinking, I dont stop. And it forms into notes. And then doodles. And then funny names. And then, before I know it, I have a chapter.
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Most smart folk in the city of Bayir were safe at home long before dark. The streets were dangerous, although, it was said, less so than they had been back in the Old Days. The only folk who could be seen at night were foreign folk, stupid folk, and street folk.
There were gangs of them dotted all over the city. Everyone knew that. Even out in broad daylight, youd be mad to wander into a crowd with a purse in plain sight. But at night, youd likely be knocked unconsciou
Full Steam, chapter 1Full Steam, chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marguerite Butler burst into the Hotel's Saloon. She ignored the angry comments of a man she accidentally pushed to the side and looked around desperately for a hiding place. There was none, at least none that she could reach before they caught up with her. Marguerite turned around, watching the swinging doors she had just crossed, half in fear half in defiance, and took from underneath her dress's bodice a heavy wad of bills.
-"I need to reach Boston in less than a week! There will be five thousand dollars for those who help me get there within that time... two thousand now, the rest when we reach Boston!" she said in a high-pitched and desperate voice.
A group of men began to stand, greed in their eyes, but as one they sat back down, their faces pale with fear as the doors opened and let in a handsome man. He was dressed in a white and expensive leather suit with silver ornaments; his light blond hair was covered by an immaculate white hat. He was soon followed by a group of unsavory
Steampunk Story 1Chapter 1 : The Little InventorSteampunk Story 16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The day began like pure clockwork as the citizens of New Britonia arose to the morning light. One by one they exited and entered buildings, going to their jobs, schools, churches, and such. Like cogs, the people meshed through the crowded marketplaces and shops. The buildings were lined with copper plating, that would shine gold in the sunlight. A never ending stream of clouds filled the air from the assorted factories and machines, while the mighty airships entered and left the harbor. This city was a true marvel, a beacon to artists and inventors, wealthy and poor, young and old. While this was a noble gesture for a city to bring hope to so many people, it unfortunately was only able to accommodate the higher class. Within their golden castles they lived, the shadows of their skyscrapers covered the slums, ghettos, and rust covered buildings. This is where our story begins, hidden between some of the ramshackle Inns on 71st street was a smal
Call her SavageCall her SavageCall her Savage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They called you savage.
But in the french tongue
As if that made it more'romantic'-
Les enfant savage
The maid of chalons.
Covered in rags and skins
And a gourd leaf in your matted hair
Painted like a black girl
A panther, startled from your lair.
So they called you a devil
The blood on your lips
The bone you carried
Seemed to confim their diagnosis
''La Femme est Diabolique.''
But in that terrible drought
The most basic of instincts
Drove you to the region of Champagne.
It was not the fizzy liquid you craved
But water, blood, and meat.
And perhaps, a human connection.
Your gutteral raspings
Were a source of puzzlement to all
As was your love of the unskinned rabbit
You hastily devoured, with hands and teeth
And scooped the blood,fur and flesh in lumps
To your quivering lips.
Your eyes were bulging, blue and mistrustful
Cornflower spheres unused to the curious gazes.
Yet why should you trust
What you could not comprehend?
The gallic babble must have appeared
As alien to
Remember, Remember...08:00:00Remember, Remember...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He couldn't explain why he was there. Or why he was up so early. All he knew was that he had to be at the trade center that day. He smiled proudly as he looked at his towers standing tall next to each other... His beloved twin towers.
He entered the building with so many others. They chatted on cellphones and drank coffee and ate breakfast and fast food as they milled around in a great seething mass of humanity, a huge macro-organism that fueled the nation. And he felt pride, even as a sense of foreboding assaulted him.
He rose higher as time passed, seeing them settle into their neat little cubicles. Tiny worker ants tap-tap-tapping away. phones rang and were answered and shut off. Things were moving and shaking.
And suddenly the building lurched, a punch to his gut. His lungs couldn't take in air. His glasses clattered to the floor as the pain slammed into him. He staggered and fell, his heart fluttering and chest heaving. He scrabbled for his spec
Six Word StorySix Word Story6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Last of all, she forgave herself.
Under Better Circumstances 10 - Rousing IntentionsTitle: Under Better Circumstances - Chapter 10: Rousing IntentionsUnder Better Circumstances 10 - Rousing Intentions3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Nevada Shepard (femShep) and James Vega
Chapter 10 - Rousing Intentions
The Lieutenant was slowly reclaiming his bearings, flexing his arms and stretching the muscles used from the previous night's encounter. As he continued his morning ritual, he tossed around and noticed someone was no longer lying beside him. Propping himself up, he groggily looked for the womanly figure. James quickly discovered his commanding officer sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing more than his grey Special Forces shirt and her black lace panties.
Vega enjoyed the sight of Nevada Shepard in his shirt, especially since it was large enough to droop over her shoulder and reveal the top of her arm. He marveled at the difference in their sizes yet knew he could never base someone on looks alone. Even though she was more than half his size, she sti
The Art of Refining ProseThe Art of Refining Prose7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Art of Refining Prose
Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing.
Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the raw concept of ones inspiration. The answer to this is simple: select a prose that hasnt been edited and compare against one that has. Its soon evident that a well-edited piece is not only easier to read, but communicates the authors ideas with greater clarity. Few Bestsellers hit the shelves having skipped the editing office. And unless the author has behind them years upon years of writi
AC - InvictusAC - Invictus4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Tell me, Malik".
"It's dawning. We should go".
Two powerful bodies hit the gate with all of their strength. The hinges moaned in pain, the iron collapsed to the ground.
"Such a rusty old lock" Altaïr smirked. "How idiot of them".
"How lucky for us".
"Oh, come on".
They laughed softly, enjoying the last glimpse of their lost happiness.
Altaïr's hazel eyes shone in the darkness.
"Are you sure of this?"
Malik smiled softly.
"I've made my choice, brother" he answered, lifting his gaze to the ladder. "I once swore treason is something I'll never know. The last thing I want, thereby, is to die for it, and even when I am guilty of nothing".
"Executed by our brothers" the other spat. "I'd never beg for it, really. But here we are".
The stone floor of the tower was colder than usual, but the sight from there was as beautiful as ever. The first sunbeams lit the mountains all around, bringing a pleasant warmth in their hearts.
"Look, Altaïr" M
Is Anyone Out There?Is Anyone Out There?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I gaze into the sky so wide,
billions of stars floating side by side,
I think about how tiny we are,
circling around one medium star.
My mind soon drifts across endless realms,
wondering as I do "Who's at the helm?"
Is there a God who made all these things,
or nothing more than a phantom king?!
Then I reflect on my life down here,
all of my troubles, all of my fears.
If there is someone up high above,
should I send Him a prayer of my love?
Still I worry, does He truly love me?
If He is real then why can't He see,
all of this pain deep inside my heart,
threatening to tear this poor girl apart.
(so she prayed this way...)
Unknown God if you truly exist,
please bend your ear to hear my request.
I want to believe with all of my soul,
to feel your sweet love is truly my goal.
Please tell me your name, just who you are.
I'll travel the world both near and far,
to seek your knowledge, purpose and wisdom.
Please consider this child for your kingdom.
As I lay there under
Lightwaves - Chapter OneLightwaves - Chapter One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was pretty sure it was Tuesday.
He supposed it would be accurate. The holoscreen on his desk said so, and his boss was wearing his cornflower blue tie, so he was pretty sure it must be Tuesday. Then again, he wasn't sure when the last time he slept was, and insomnia tended to make everything into a gray sort of haze after awhile.
"Eli? Are you in there?"
Light hazel eyes flicked from the pile of papers on his desk to the coworker he was supposed to be speaking to. The man in question, Renton, was rather portly, not exactly overweight but not thin. Some was muscle, some was fat, but it all bulged either way under the white collared shirt of a man who believed he was five pounds lighter than he actually was. He also had a tendency to be direct in an indirect sort of manner, which meant he sounded rather friendly and had the ability to make his words all too easy to tune out when they tended to be of the utmost importance.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I zoned out," he muttered, flashing a small smi
The Old Man's RantThe Old Man's Rant5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I was walking in the park one day.
I saw an old man sitting on the bench with the worst frown I have ever seen.
I was feeling pretty good and decided to greet him "Good Morning.".
There was no reply, but as I decided to leave, he started to mumble.
I was about to dash off when it hit me that the old man might be senile,
But his words suddenly sunk in, and I silently listened to him talk.
Perhaps just to himself.
"I hate children.
Irresponsible, time wasting, ungrateful idiots
When will they grow up and see that the world isn't such a great place.
Why do you waste your time with hopes and dreams,
That you soon learn was all false hopes.
Once society has you within its grasps,
You'll see that this stupid world isn't as fun as your little childish adventures.
Why don't you grow up and stop questioning what had been and always will be.
Why do you conjure up wonderful dreams, that will only haunt you when they break.
Why don't you see that love was an illusion, love is a waste of time.
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.Aerosol1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are never recovered. It does not explain what to do if the payload begins to leak.
Jenkins shouted after me as I ran, said it was our duty to defend the aircraft. I tried to warn him about the spur of wood protrudin
Commission - Another Halloween PartyCommission - Another Halloween Party3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Authors Note:This is a short story on the famous anime/manga Ouran High School Host Club illustrated by Bisco Hatori. The short story is about an OC created by Hixdei-Love. This is a commission. I do not own anything except for the idea in this short story.
Name: Tabitha but everyone knows her as Tabby.
Job: Student - Works in her off hours in a bar.
Hair color: Pink and black
Eye color: Blue
Attitude: She's an airhead and is pretty clumsy and shy. She enjoys playing games a lot and doesn't talk to people she doesn't know.
Likes: Games, drawing manga, drawing people who interest her, and staring at other people artwork.
Dislikes: Dresses, acting 'girly', and rich arrogant people.
Background Info: Comes from a 'well-off' family in England but came to Japan to learn Japanese and to stand on her own two feet. Now she has been fully cut-off money wise and lives in a loft. The only reason she got into Ouran Academy was because Tamaki's father took pity on her s
The Convenience of EqualityThe Convenience of Equality2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The topic of marriage is no stranger to Americans in recent weeks. The Supreme Court, in a 5-4 split decision, ruled that DOMA (the Defense of Marriage Act) was unconstitutional because it failed to offer homosexuals “equal protection under the law” and that the purpose of DOMA is to “humiliate” and “injure” homosexuals who seek marriage.
No doubt a number of individuals celebrated the ruling, happy, perhaps, to see the archaic edifice of ‘traditional’ marriage burn and establish a sleek and modern “marriage” in its place. Many rejoiced at the new building, but many of us looked on and asked to see the building plans.
Arguments for “marriage equality” are many times the product of convenient reasoning. The typical strain of equality reasoning usually goes along the lines of this: We can’t expect everyone to go by one definition of marriage, nor should the government force one view over the other. Moreover, th
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
Basilisks Behind Wall of Force SpellHere is a trick. Put a basilisk (or more than one basilisk) behind a permanent wall of force spell. The basilisk's gaze attack will still function through the wall of force. You could even put a curtain covering the wall of force. The curtain will open fully at some sort of mechanical or magic trigger. Alternatively, another creature (zombie or skeleton?) might open the curtain soon after the PCs enter the room. A magic mouth might be set to say something like "Gaze at the beauty to be seen behind the screen and find wisdom!"Basilisks Behind Wall of Force Spell2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Have fun with this one!