A.E. Tribute-1: Violent ActsA.E. Tribute-1: Violent Acts5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What happened, where am I? The sharp pain in the back of my head tells me I was knocked unconscious and now I can no longer remember why I'm here. Today the sun decides not to shine into this thick green jungle so I stumble and feel my way to an opening, where I see a river that's full of crows pecking on a charred body at the foot of a massive mountain. I know this place, Mt. Doi Inthanon in Thailand. I look up and see a hole in the side of the mountain where a man stands dressed in red, his hands smoking and a devilish grin on his face...Bison!
I try to gather energy for a Ki blast to throw at him but this throbbing headache wont let me and as a memory washes over me, I realize I did not come here alone. Someone has been trying to track or follow me but a snapped twig gives away their position and I head back to the forest only to see that it is my old friend Ryu. He's talking to me but I haven't heard anything except static in my ear
To study or not to study?To study, or not to study: that is the question:To study or not to study?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The grades and criticisms of incapable markers,
Or to take my pen against a wave of questions,
And by completing end them? To study, to procrastinate -
No more - and by procrastinating to say we end
The headache and the writer's cramp
That our hands are heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To study, to procrastinate;
To procrastinate: perchance to fail: ay, there's the rub;
For when we procrastinate, the failing grade creeps upon us
When we have shuffled into our exam room,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes us want to please and succeed;
For who would bear the red marks of failure,
The examinee's wrong, the proud marker's glee,
The pangs of disappointment, the teacher's delay,
The insolence of NZQA and the spurns
That patient of merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his success make
With a mere textbook? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat
What the Dere?- Guide to TypesA lot of manga and anime fans have come across these terms tons of times, but what the heck do they mean?What the Dere?- Guide to Types4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a fellow artist/novelist myself, I shall break down the good, the bad and the downright ugly when it comes to the Deres.
Tsundere- the most common type of "dere" there is. But what exactly defines a tsundere?
To be put bluntly, a tsundere character acts tough on the outside, but is a real softie once you get to know him/her. Kagami from Lucky Star is a perfect example of this. She acts harsh towards our favorite practical joker, Konata, but she shows her true colors when someone pushes the right buttons. Another good example is Beatrice from Umineko no Naku Koro ni. Beneath that seemingly cold exterior lies a heart of gold (no pun intended). Of course, she would never admit these feelings to Battler or any one of her friends. Only we, the viewers, know her secret.
Another trait of the tsundere is that they often hit the person they care about (but the "victim" is ever rarely sev
The Origin of the InternetThis is the story of Compudites and Internedes great gods of knowledge and communication. It is a story of their love for each other. It is a story of their betrayal at the hands of Hermes the messenger. It is a story of Internedes' destruction at the hands of Zeus. And it is a story of how, with the help of Athena, Compudites was able to be together with Internedes once more. It is the story of how and why humanity got one of the greatest resources ever known the internet.The Origin of the Internet4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Compudites was a kind and gentle god, frail and limited in power, but boundless in intellect a patron of sciences, mathematics, and technology. He was the guiding hand behind many of humanity's technological breakthroughs throughout the millennia. But just as technology and discoveries in the maths and sciences depend on others to spread them, Compudites was forever dependent on others to spread his knowledge. Hermes the messenger was one, swift like the wind, he helped carry messages between th
Kushala Daora EcologyKushala Daora Ecology7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Kushala Daora Ecology
The land of Minegarde is stuck with gales and storms not produced by nature, but from a dragon. Blizzards strike its cold hands across the frozen mountain while the tempests howl through the jungle. Great ice crystals left by the gaze scatter the snowy plain. A metallic glaze flashes through the lands delivering with it devastating gales. The cold-hearted beast freezes its quarry with the breath of winter and blows away its enemies with a wind stronger than any storm. Leaving behind its age, it leaves a memory of the wonder and mystery it carries with it. The legendary Dragon of the Wind, Kushala Daora.
Basic information: The Kushala Daora is the Elder Dragon of the Wind. They inhabit the snowy mountain near Pokke and the jungle, where there is a lot of moisture. They hunt using the special mechanism of their bodies they can expel bursts or air, or in some case ice. If they live a normal life, they can live for up to 50 years.
Hetalia meets Kingdom HeartsThis world It was unlike any other they had seen. The trio had always run into a group of wacky and fascinating characters, all trying to accomplish something rather interesting. A mermaid falling in love with a human, a skeleton who wanted to try and run Christmas, a jungle man who lived amongst the apes these guys had seen it all. Usually the adventurers would pitch in and help, gaining some new friends (and possible a new keyblade, in Sora's case) as their reward. But This worldHetalia meets Kingdom Hearts4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It seemed too normal for their taste. As if there was nothing crazy bound to occur. Little did they know they were wrong oh so very wrong. They had been thrown into the wacky world of Hetalia, and god knows what would happen.
"Doesn't seem like there's much trouble around here "
Sora said to his companions Donald and Goofy. The duck crossed his arms and tapped his foot with a rather unamused look on his face.
"Then why did you tell us to land here?"
Uncertainty (Part 1?)October 3rd, 2302 UEN UTCUncertainty (Part 1?)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cool wind blew softly through the complex of the Centarus University, carrying with it the crisp leaves of the Centaurus Center autumn. Alpha Centauri B hung low in the sky, bathing the campus in a warm red glow. It was a calm and quiet evening, with most of the classes of the day long since dismissed. Tyrii stood in the center of the plaza, and gazed around at each individual building that surrounded her. After a moment to absorb the scenery, she reached into her pack and grabbed a hastily-written and crumpled note:
Meet me after class at 1800. Room 221b. Tell the receptionist you're here for me.
- Prof. E.
She checked the time on her phone. 1756. She was going to be late. She gave one last look toward the sky, heaved a long sigh, and headed for the entrance of the Hall of Technology building twenty meters from the center of the plaza.
The inside of the building se
Let Distance Divide UsIt's been a month now.Let Distance Divide Us3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where are you?
Neku Sakuraba stood near the Scramble Crossing, his arms folded tightly over his chest with his backside pressed against the nearby wall. He sighed a little bit in thought, his headphones resting around his throat and the cord running down to his lower thighs until it curved again and connected to the port of his MP3. Clad in blue and purple as well as lines of gold, his collar hid those strawberry lips from the world.
The Statue of Hachiko stared down at the boy as the young man stared down the crowd in search of someone he once knew. No, there had never been a promised between the two for a second meeting in the Realground. Not a word about it shared. Just a quick flash of his life before his eyes as a bullet hurdled towards his chest and tore through the clothing and skin to his heart. The organ keeping him alive...
Though, like the dog that stared down at him in a figure of stone, he awaited for someone that would never come o
Nothing But A Shadow: Chapter 40Nothing But A Shadow: Chapter 402 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once Victor, Lavina and Adam arrived at the mansion, they walked in seeing Henderson sitting on the stairs, he quickly got up and just stared at Lavina, he stood and walked up to Lavina taking her hand in his.
“Your best friend is here…” Henderson whispered to Lavina.
Lavina looked at Henderson curiously as she suddenly heard a loud bang from her room; Lavina looked at Henderson worried as she quickly ran upstairs.
“I thought he was dead…” Adam looked at Henderson surprised.
“Once I woke after Victor knocked me out” Henderson sent a slight glare at Victor, “He was in Lavina’s room searching through her things…” Henderson said shrugging his shoulders.
Victor slowly walked upstairs.
When Lavina walked into the room, she saw a man in his late twenties, his cute sock monkey hat hid his dark brown hair, he turned and looked at Lavina, his bright blue eyes looked ice, he got up and walked over to Lavina hugging her ti
Hetalia Meets KH- Chapter 2SlashHetalia Meets KH- Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The last Heartless disappeared, the dark shadows melting into the air as the bright, crystal-like heart floated off into the sky. Sora stared at it for a few moments before it disappeared. He then turned back to his friends to make sure they were alright after the battle.
"Donald, Goofy, how are you two holding up?"
Goofy gave his brown-haired buddy a thumbs up and Donald nodded slightly.
"We're a-okay Sora! What about you?"
The teenager rubbed the back of his head. He had sustained no injuries, but what Italy had attempted to tell the trio before he was dragged off concerned the keyblade master very much. He told Donald and Goofy that it was bothering him, and the group agreed that it would be best to try and find the Italian man and his German cohort. If they could even call him a cohort It seemed as though this 'friend' of his was more like a ridiculously strict boss .or a gym teacher A really grouchy gym teacher
"I think he went that-a-way, fellas
love youyour beautiful eyeslove you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
your sexy body
your funny joks
your sweet text messages
your love to me
I love you
your hands in mine
your lips on mine
your voice in my ear
your hands on my body
your eyes look at me
your body on my
your smile to me
everything about you, I will love
I'd love to kiss you
I'd love to hug you
I would love to cuddle you
I will only love you
Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE"SMASH WOMEN'S BOXING FEDERATION, A COLLABORATION WITH THE WVBA/CRAFTED BY THE ONLY PRINCESS THAT MATTERS/WILL BEGIN A WEEK FROM NOW/SIGN YOUR NAME ON FORM BELOW TO ENTER"Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The green-clad Villager overlooked the flyer, eager with anticipation for the day's events. As it turns out, it actually HAS been a week since that flyer came out, and our protaganist just so happens to have a boxing match; her first ever.
"I've tried to do as much training as I can...I hope I'm ready!" she thought to herself as she slapped a red pair of boxing gloves onto her taped hands. She was a mayor once; but for now, she's a boxer.
She walked down the ramp to a roar of cheers. As she waved with her red gloves, she slipped into the ring and was directed into her corner by the oddly silent referee with a weird green cap on. All she had to do was wait...
And there her opponent was, and...what the heck is that thing? It's like a weird...white and green...puppet object. Behind it was a woman in white carrying a pur
More Rivalry: Lilly and Misaki Ch. 1An early morning, two girls were out walking around looking for somewhere to have breakfast before heading to the gym. "Now which place should we head to, Ju-chan?" asked Misaki.More Rivalry: Lilly and Misaki Ch. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Not one of those fast-food, greasy type of places," Jura said, scanning around before meeting Misaki's eyes, "Something like a good breakfast restaurant. We need something hearty if we're going to keep up with Tamao-sama's regimen today,"
"Something hearty... something hearty..." She was trying to recall a familiar restaurant. "Hmmmmmmm..."
"Pancakes and scrambled eggs...something like that!" Jura says energetically, hooking her free arm around Misaki's.
"That's it!" she exclaimed.
"Un (Yeah)! B-but I forget if there was that kind of place around here..," Jura replies, a bit quizzical. "The Boxing Glove doesn't have pancakes or eggs..,"
"I know where, follow me!" Misaki was excited to think of it as she pulled Jura's arm for both of them to head there immediately.
"Uaahh! Ch-chotto (H-hold up), Mi-chan. Not s
My Doll .Prologue.My Doll .Prologue.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Prologue
"Asaha, I have a surprise for you!" Asanoha's melodic voice echoed in their house as she entered.
"Okasan! You're home!" A young voice called.
A little boy with a long brown hair and onyx eyes run towards the door and hugged the lady. She patted the boy's head and showed the surprise that is still inside a simple brown paper bag. The boy, known as Asaha, took it and led his mother inside the house after closing the sliding door. They went to the living room and he gently removed the contents of the paper bag.
"Sorry that's all I can give you." The lady apologized. "The male ones are expensive, I can't buy them but I knew you would like to have a friend whenever I'm gone."
Asaha just continued staring at it. Still compelled at his surprise's identity.
A female doll.
It had a shoulder length wavy blonde hair and a pair of sky blue eyes. It kind of reminds him of his own mother. The doll is wearing a simple red kimono and a pair of sandals.
He shook his head and smiled
MLP: Teaching Is MagicMLP: Teaching Is Magic2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a bright and early morning in Equestria, and Princess Celestia was raising the sun, which meant that it was time for everypony and creature within her magical kingdom to awaken and enjoy her beautiful day. Down in Ponyville, at the Golden Oaks Library, Twilight Sparkle began gathering many items and placing them in her saddlebag; She was in a hurry, but was clearly excited about it for some unknown reason.
Spike, who had just climbed out of his little bed, yawns and finds his best friend running around gathering random things; This left him with no choice by to ask before he would slump back into bed.
“What are you doing, Twilight?” The little dragon dares to ask.
As she finishes packing her bag, she turns to him and answers, “I’m going to school!”
“Beg pardon?” He rose an eyebrow, questioning what Twilight just said.
“The Princess sent me a little last night, asking me to teach a class today at the “School for Gifted Un
MLP: A Prank Too FarMLP: A Prank Too Far2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Princess Celestia awoke bright and early, and walked out onto her balcony. Smiling upon the beautiful moon that was high up in the night sky, she summoned her magic to raise the sun from over the mountain side.
Princess Luna saw that her time watching over the night had ended, and retired to her chambers for a couple of hours; She needed her rest in order to enjoy the day later on. Celestia rose the sun, and soon every pony and creature within her magical kingdom, was up and ready to start a new day. But she had a feeling today was not just going to be exciting, but full of mischief.
Down in Ponyville, everypony was just going about their day as if it were any other. However, there were a few that were preparing for some fun and laughs…because it was one of the most exciting holidays in all of Equestria: Springtime Pranks Day. This was a day of gags and pranks, hence the name. It was the day anypony could pull a harmless prank and get away
Wolf of the Plains -Obsession with Prey pt.3-"That was really close Ryoko-Chan! You got her good!" Minka spoke excitedly while wiping Ryoko down in her corner.Wolf of the Plains -Obsession with Prey pt.3-2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yeah, I definitely was feeling the rhythm after that last bit of time...but man she's something else that girl." She exhaled. In the other corner, Anamoha was going over the last round herself with her uncle.
"Anamoha, watch out for the little spitfire, she's definitely not going to let you sit back and snipe her." Wolf spoke quietly while rubbing Ana down himself. Her eyes were closed, and she grunted when he patted her stomach where she was pummeled in the corner.
"Uncle...she hit me..." She spoke quietly.
"Yeah, those punches are as powerful as I thought...you'll have to stay on guard if we--" he was cut off by Ana, who lifted her glove to stop him midway through his thought process.
"...I should have had you take a picture." She huffed.
He blinked a moment, before rubbing the back of his head in disbelief. "You're unbelievable..sometimes I forget you're still a fangir
Wolf of the Plains -The Fang of Disaster-"Incredible...s-simply incredible...!" A balding man's fingers clutched his thighs tightly. A bead of sweat tricked down the side of his face, which slid down to his throat, that constricted tightly. His pupils dilated, then shifted to the left, reflecting the image of one long haired native american man. The handsome features of his face hid the ferocity in his eyes, the excitement in his own gaze.Wolf of the Plains -The Fang of Disaster-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This is the power...the power that will destroy boxing..." He said quietly, only audible to his fellow viewer. The crowd, which seemingly appeared out of nowhere erupted, which startled the thinning companion. He looked around, with a stupefied expression.
"What terrible, terrible power..." he continued, looking back over at the native. The native's expression was that of a calm, yet lazy man, someone who had seen this before. However, he couldn't imagine someone who had seen such brutality of this caliber on a basis before. An invisible hand clutched his throat, and he let out a choked cr
Wolf of the Plains -The Wolf and the Gazelle 2-"Alright..." Ana's uncle stood between both girls. The empty gym was dark except for the lights over the ring, and aside from their things, and the automatic bell, it was completely empty. Anamoha pounded her leather gloves together, looking at Neggy with cold Amber eyes. In vice versa, Neggy's brown eyes pierced through the uncle, and the gazes were locked, as if this fight had extreme importance. He looked at the shorter wolf and winked, then the taller Neggy who was giving him a death glare. This would be a tough fight for Ana indeed, because of the toned body Neggy possessed. Body punches would have to be a must to break that Iron core, and reaching her face would be a challenge, of course he had full confidence, but his full confidence went out the door when his eyes were stuck on Neggy's "full confidence". Her white bra supported her large bosom, but even the slightest of movement made a jiggle that simply removed all sense from the uncle. Knowing his deprived nieces natureWolf of the Plains -The Wolf and the Gazelle 2-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reina and Reina - Writing Talk*This is a little something playing about in my thoughts of me and my story character of Reina Beaumont talking about our writing talents, it's not part of the main series, it's just something for me to play with*Reina and Reina - Writing Talk3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Reina Beaumont ~ Who taught you how to write?
Reina Watt ~ No one, why?
RB ~ No one? Oh come on, someone must have taught you, this stuff is great!
RW ~ It's nothing, really, just basic stuff.
RB ~ Basic stuff? BASIC?! I've been writing for centuries and I am nowhere near this good, even with applying myself to it! So who taught you?
RW ~ Like I said, no one, it just happens. I put pencil to paper, or rather fingers to keyboard, and when my heart wants to write, then it writes. I was never taught, like I said, it just happens when it wants to happen.
RB ~ If that's true, then why haven't you gotten published? You could probably make a fortu
Colours Of SocietyThere are few colours in society, did you know that? I look out of any of the windows and I see the colours of conformity, of society.Colours Of Society3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I see the washed out greys, reds, browns and whites that show how civilised we are, or like to think we are. Such dull and lifeless colours.
Is that what the ignorant want for all of us? To be like those washed out colours on the buildings and homes of society? Are they so terrified of difference that they demand that everyone be as dull and lifeless as the colours that comprise the homes of so many?
There is so much hate in the world towards anyone who does not fit into a narrow ideal of life, if you don't fit into a gender role or skin colour expectation or media enforced social stereotype.
An ideal of misguided perfection is demanded of all from our first breath to our last, individuality is looked down on as a threat to things like family values and social structures.
That mindset is frankly one of foolish
Meeting and Discussing the Divine Emperor, Part IIInugami Meet and Discuss the Divine EmperorMeeting and Discussing the Divine Emperor, Part II4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prequel to Holy Lady vs. Female Inugami: Boxing Bonds a Human and Daiyoukai
NOTE: First instance of me using my OC Deborah for what I ultimately created her for. Don't worry though guys, boxing action between her and Rasashina is now in work. Getting this up now so I can actually get on it.
Part II: Divine Questions & Answers
"So things were initially very, very wonderful and beautiful." Shippo now said, then continued. "But then of course something went very, very wrong. What happened?" he now asked. Sesshomaru spoke next however.
"I think I see where this is going. Asking these questions about where we came from and why we are here, they do need answering to lead into asking that very question the fox just asked." he now said.
"That's right." Steven answered. "The questions of where we came from do need an answer, as they lea
Guilty In the Eyes Of FoolsYou're loving this, aren't you? Accusing me of something I didn't do, and knowing you'll win.Guilty In the Eyes Of Fools5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You say I am guilty, but what am I guilty of? You say nothing when I ask what I am guilty of, you just accuse me.
Everyone looks at me as if they agree with you, their eyes say I am guilty and I do not know what I am guilty of.
Why don't you clarify it for me? Tell me what I am guilty of, before I wipe that smug grin off your face.
Still no answer to my question, I am guilty you say, no reason behind those claims, no justification for your words.
I ask again and you aim a sword at me, does your idea of guilty require you to shoot me? Maybe kill me? You're pathetic.
But fine, I'll play along. I'll beg for my life, is that what you want? Shall I get down on my knees and beg you for forgiveness, even though I do not know what it is I have done to make you accuse me.
Or better yet, why don't I show you why I should never
Starving To Be BeautifulMust an illusion be the way of life? Must the concept of beauty from a few be the concept of beauty for all?Starving To Be Beautiful5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Must I starve because of that concept?
I see myself in the mirror and I see someone who is too overweight, yet others say they see someone who is a bag of bones close to collapse, who is dying because of the words of a few idiots who don't know how to keep their big mouths shut.
Which is the truth? Am I overweight or underweight?
I barely eat anything, I starve myself because the media says I'm fat and that beauty is only in the skinny. I believe them, so I starve myself, I ignore my hunger in order to be as beautiful as they say I should be.
My friends say I am beautiful if I have more meat on my bones, I don't believe them, they are beautiful and I've always been ugly, just as the media says I am.
I look at my hands and I see them as plump, when my friends and my family say they look like the branches of a tree.
I am not beautiful, not yet, I n