Ides of March - Chapter 30Ides of March - Chapter 302 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something tickled at his nose and Dib startled awake, blinking up into the dusky autumn sky with confusion. He couldn't remember falling asleep, but judging by the falling darkness around them, he must have been napping for at least an hour.
Strangely enough, he still felt the lithe weight of his alien companion next to him, right where he had been before he, apparently, had nodded off. Turning his head, Dib did a kind of double-take at the sight that greeted him.
Zim was lying next to him, his head resting heavily on his shoulder and large eyes closed.
Zim was slee- no. No. Irkens didn't sleep, Dib knew. But he was resting. The human barely dared to breathe, not wanting to disturb this rare moment of peace and trust.
Because it was.
It was a blatant display of how much the alien could relax in his presence. Even out in the open, even without his disguise on... Zim felt safe enough to let down his guard and take a nap with him.
Dib smiled, holding perfectly still to not rouse him
He's A Woman- Chapter ElevenHe's A Woman- Chapter Eleven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning Cyn," I walked into the living room and handed her a mug of coffee.
"Morning," she murmured quietly, taking the coffee and nodding a thanks.
It had been a whole two nights that Cynthia and Julian had been staying with me and she was super depressed. She couldn't sleep and I'd come down last night to find her sitting on the couch and eating her misery away. I was wondering what was making her so upset. I mean, I rescued her from being hurt even more by her husband and everything was going to be okay again for her, but she was still in misery.
"What's wrong Cyn?" I asked, wanting to know desperately.
"It's John," she murmured.
"Well obviously," I replied, "What about 'im?"
What she said next made me confused:
"I miss him a lot," she whispered under her breath as tears rolled down her face.
"Why would you miss him after what he did to you?" I asked her in somewhat amazement.
"I love him Paul," she stared me straight in the eyes, "Call me crazy, but I do. I'll alway
The art of letting goThe day I met John Lennon, was the day I understood that his heart would never belong to me.The art of letting go5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No matter what I did or how long I stayed it would still already be taken, taken for good. And stayed, I did. For I always hoped, despite knowing it was a waste of his time and a waste of my heart, that something would happen to change what had already been written in the stars. The longer I stayed, the more I realised and the deeper I hoped. Nothing feeds a hungry heart like the fear of losing what it longs for.
I saw it in the way they looked at each other, the way he never looked at me, the way I persuaded myself to believe he looked at me. It can't be seen on a photograph or a video tape, the lens of a camera could only capture so much as the fraction of the real enchantment binding and locking their eyes together. The first time I saw it, was the day that I met them, and from then on I always knew that this was a love that would kill me.
Even so, I let myself believe. A foolish mistake I s
DaLNr - TicklishWe had gotten the blood to stop coming out, but it still needed to be wrapped, as he worried it would start again. Granted, the technology on the ship would have been a lot better, but it wouldn't be here until sunrise and we needed something now.DaLNr - Ticklish4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Captain's foot, or the ending of his legs, (Don't really know if that constitutes as a 'foot' or not ) was rather skinny and tapered near the ends, causing the make-shift bandages to slip. I set his 'heel' in my lap as I sat crossed legged and thought. He kept staring at it as I worked, in vain, to get it to stay.
"This would have been easier if it were on your thigh." I mumble more to myself, than to him.
"I'm not quite sure how to reply to that."
I look up at him and our eyes meet. I chuckle and shake my head, looking back down to attempt a bow rather than tucking it.
As I wrapped the cloth around the bottom of his foot, my fingers lightly brushed his skin.
He let out an odd squeak and I jumped a bit, quickly pulling my hand away f
The Hunger Games: The Love in Your EyesIt was raining hardThe Hunger Games: The Love in Your Eyes3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All I had was a coat
The world was dark
I was ignored and alone
When you saw me through the mist
And saved my life
I must've missed
The love in your eyes
I remembered that day
but forgot your love
I thought of ways to repay
Searched below and above
But in the end it was fate
That ended my debt
Face to face
In a battle to death
We tried to stay strong
And have no doubts
Twenty-four of us longed
To be the last one out
Peeta and Katniss
Last on the list
Of outstanding competitors
And Gale was at home
Alone in the forest
Watching the skies
As drama developed
Peeta was hurt
I tried to be brave
We found a place in the dirt,
A dark yet safe cave
We couldn't talk freely
So I thought it was an act
When Peeta leant into me
And said in a voice badly cracked,
"I still remember that day
You don't know how much I long
To have gone out there in the rain
To have given you some more"
I didn't know if his love was true
Haymitch had said it was all a lie
But was there
Unthinkable Part 6 (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)Unthinkable Part 6 (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Amani, we’re going to be late!” I called through the bathroom door. I heard the faucet shut off and some fumbling with towels.
“One second!” she called back.
“You said that five minutes ago!”
She stifled a laugh, “Some one’s anxious to meet their Irish Prince this afternoon. Are you hoping to get another kiss?” My face grew warm as she opened the door, a smug smile on her face.
“Shut up,” I mumbled as I picked up my wristlet and threw it in my bag. We’d both gone rather casual in terms of our outfits. Amani had donned black skinny jeans; her zebra printed Converse, her Vampire Diaries T-shirt and her purple zip up hoodie. I was wearing my red skinny jeans, my black moccasins, my Deathnote T-shirt and a grey zip up. We’d styled our hair the same way, half up, half down. And though Amani never wore earrings, she didn't let me leave the dorm without putting on my simple silver hoops.
“Okay, now we
The Next Best ThingThe Next Best Thing3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Brian, you faggot, there's a lot of people outside the window," John told me. "They know we're here!"
"They know that you are here, John," I said. "Nobody gives a damn about me. They want you."
"Well, screw 'em," John said with a snort. "If the people really love me, they would leave me the fuck alone!"
He couldn't say it better than that. I had to smile. The two of us were stuck inside a room at the Mason Hotel, both looking out the large glass window. We were seeing a crowd of people - fans - in the middle of the street blocking out traffic. Fourteen or so girls were holding up a sign that said COME OUT, WE LOVE YOU! in black paint. The message tickled me, because it wasn't that easy. It wasn't easy to come out. I should know about that sort of thing because I'm a, well, I think you know. The group knows. John knows and still picks on me to this day.
From the corner of my eye, I could see John unbuckling his belt. My face quickly became pale and I broke into a cold swe
ZaDR: Esoteric ch2Chapter 2ZaDR: Esoteric ch26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You're going to tell me to enjoy the way things are going? To enjoy the loss of friends; of comfort? I'm sorry, but I fail to see the fun in being lonely all the time. And, you know, you're just a piece of styrofoam, too. ~Johnny C.
Silence had filled the small, cramped councillor's office for a full half hour since Elliot had brought the two teens in after the little incident in the hall this morning. Since he had started his new job as the skool's councillor, Elliot had come to the conclussion that waiting for the troubled teen to speak to you was better for the teen's self esteem than trying to pry the problem out of them.
Elliot was a rather scrawny man in his late thirties. Standing a little over six feet, he was the perfect example of optomism and, in his opinion, a proffessional teacher. The blonde's choice of attire was a white, long sleeve shirt with a brown sweater vest worn over it, a pair of blue jeans, and tan leather loafers.
His new offic
Rising: ZaDRThe broadest description of a zombie is a walking corpse that has no free will and or soul.Rising: ZaDR4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Living Dead they call it. Nothing like its cousin the vampire. No they are not mysterious, sexy dark creatures of myth and legend. They are devouring , rotting walking dieses. Nothing more and nothing less.
And like a dieses they must spread to survive. They bight to do that.
It's scary how they have no emotions. No pain, no fear, no sorrow. They fell none. Only a bleak expression in set apon their faces. Not like times before when they use to be filled with happy, dower and somber expressions. Not even the most powerful of human emotions
When those emotions are snipped from the human being, they are no longer human. All family connections are lost, friendship is a thing of the past. Dreams of a better future slip away slowly. Most turn to suicide, and other think they can hide. They are usually those are t
Sleeper Agent 2"Sleeper Agent"Sleeper Agent 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zim stood up fluidly, grabbing his sketches and pencil to stand behind Dib. His eyes bore into the back of Dib's head as a sneer formed on his countenance. "Foolish dirt child. Did you think you could best Zim in a battle of projectile warfare? Heh." Zim cocked his head to the side, the smirk widening into a mocking grin. "I have been developing weapons since before you were born! You don't stand a chance against the awesome might of ZIM!"
Dib had made it into the hall, turning to shoot a glare at the obnoxious alien, "It's not over yet Zim." Dib said in his usual challenging tone; they had done petty things like this for years, it was so common it was almost comfortable. Dib was about to open his mouth again to continue when a thought struck him, brows knitting in curious confusion, "How old are you anyway?" He asked despite himself, his words never sifting through a filter, always saying everything that popped into his head.
His antennae twit
Beyond the Stars 1"Beyond the Stars"Beyond the Stars 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: BaffledFox and AngelNocturne
Bit remained draped over KT's chair, her slender talons playing with the end of the looped antennae. She had smirked to the gasp the other Irken emitted but soon grew unsure of the reaction as KT remained just sitting there.
Her smirk fell to a contemplative frown, unsure how to take the situation.
Bit didn't have a complex mind; never had, and even though nearly ten years had passed since then and now she still didn't have too deep of a thought process.
Whatever she wanted to do she would do, not matter how asinine or crazy. Whatever she wanted to say, she would say, no matter the consequences. It was how she had always been and such a thing hadn't changed despite her newfound adulthood and hardship. A part of her was still the same; the same blunt determined Irken from the academy, dim-witted and hell-bent on her single friend.
There had been no doubt in her mind that once she returned KT would accept her right back ag
John LennonIn 1940, the ninth of October,John Lennon3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
the man was born whom girls fainted over.
His mum was Julia who had a love for rock n' roll.
this made a mark in her son's soul.
He made his mark in life with his band
and his beautiful wife.
He was the one who wore the leather cap
he was the crazy and humorous chap.
He was the one who wore the granny glasses
that hid his brown eyes, he was the one
who was very wise.
He had Cynthia, Yoko, Julian, and Sean,
well don't you know he's Beatle John?
The Nicest Thing Chapter 1The Nicest Thing Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was fourteen when John and I had our first real conversation.
It was a night in late June, when the air was beginning to become thick and warm. I was home alone; my father was working and my mum was at a party at one of her friends' houses, which I refused to go to; and I was sitting in my room with the record player I'd gotten for Christmas the year before. The evening was extremely tranquil, and the street seemed almost dead. That was, of course, until an ambulance came screaming up the street.
I was a bit shocked. Nothing ever happened in this sleepy part of Liverpool, so I quickly pulled on some shoes and burst into the night air. I stood on our house's wooden porch for a few minutes until I saw the vehicle; parked under a street light about two blocks away, lights blaring.
My mum knew the people who lived in the house it was parked in front of. She'd worked with the lady of the house; Mimi, I think was her name. I jumped over the porch steps, not even bothering to set foot on th
Hospital Jello c.5Hospital Jello c.58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dib read his sign language book joyously, and looked up at the clock after every sentence explaining the motions one was suppose to do. He was happy. It was 3:24, and Zim would be there any second to keep him company. It was enough for the pale boy to sit criss-cross on his bed and drive his attention every which way in anticipation.
"Hey," Came the breathless voice of the alien nurse from the door way only a few minutes later, book bag stuffed full of home work he had to do but was going to ignore so he could teach Dib to sign.
Dib smiled calmly at his nurse, a smile that was meant to hide the greater smile begging to be shown. He gave a small wave of his hand before settling it back on his lap. He looked down at the book and back at the alien.
"How was your day?" The muted teen signed to the other, proud of his minimal thinking between each sign.
Zim put a clawed finger underneath his right eye, next to the small ridge where a human's nose would be and twisted it a little, saying, "D
An Unlikely Encounter ch.33CHAPTER 33An Unlikely Encounter ch.334 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My eyes shot open.
I hoped, no pleaded to God that I was merely tired, and frustrated, and delusional, and what I thought I heard . . .
"The fuck is this?!"
The voice was muffled slightly but there was no mistaking it. My stomach churned unpleasantly and I wanted to die.
Was this night ever going to end!?
I wanted to ignore the situation. I wanted to sleep, and not have to deal with this shit for at least a few weeks, but of course, that option couldn't possibly exist within the realm of reality.
The lack of shuffling and curses after the initial outburst unnerved me to no end. I was actually halfway convinced that he was standing behind me, holding some sort of bladed weapon, fully prepared to kill me in that moment.
The fear began to creep in slowly, taking care to settle particularly in my spine and stomach, and I found myself sitting up slowly, practically certain that my life was about to be taken away from me in that instance.
I waited a couple of heartbeats, and when
Love Serum- ZaDr- Prolouge Dib could honestly say that waking up strapped to a table wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him. Strangely, the fact that it was an alien's table actually made it less odd. The silver slab was holding down both legs and arms with bright red straps that pulled tight enough to allow no wiggling room.Love Serum- ZaDr- Prolouge4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Of course, even being a non-unusual thing didn't make it any less startling. The defenseless human boy glance around the familiar lab room as best he could.
"Zim," he called out. "I know you're in here!"
He was answered with an evil cackle from the shadows around the edges of the small room. "So you have been stricken with fear!?"
"Nope. Now let me go. NOW."
"You only have the very wishings of freedom, silly hyuumaaan! I will not release you! The thing is . Zim needs a lab rat. Oh! But no ord
Sri: Prologue ::ZADR::A black and white comedy blared light from the TV throughout the whole room, animating it in sound and static and flashes of light that bounced off of the walls and created shadows behind the couch in dimly lit room.Sri: Prologue ::ZADR::8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was cold in the large living room. For some reason the house's temperature never responded like either of the two wanted it to. Instead, they had to huddle together in two separate blankets draped over both of them.
The noise from the TV was welcoming. It beckoned their attention and strayed their thoughts, most of the time. The jokes were lame; old as the episode, but it was still good. It seemed like the only warm thing in the large house. It flooded the room and carried the thoughts away momentarily like a wave, pushing and pulling. That was how they liked it, compared to other options they could have gone with. This was best.
Zim's antennae twitched as the laugh track sounded to another lame joke as he snuggled against his human. HIS human. As much as he hated to ad
Decembersville Ch. 50Decembersville Ch. 506 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 50 Kind Lights and Annoying Saviors
Sophia coughed fragilely into her hands with a powerful urge telling her to lie down, but she just kept on with her trek through the dark, root-infested forest. She tripped over fallen branches and her heart hammered during her run away; the world was freezing cold and the only source of lighting were but the moon gems stuck within the curly, thick trees dull, lifeless, barely helping the poor sick one out during such a dilemma. She felt something in her head pounding with her hand remained clutched around her dead flashlight, her memories of that nightmare haunting her in the frightening darkness. Tears fell down her face whilst she hopped over roots and tripped through black bushes of frost and leaves, fear overpowering her senses with bitterness. The woods were silent, their tree canopies so high and so covered that not a speck of snow from the storm above managed to
Till There Was You: 11964Till There Was You: 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 28: part one
I was walking down the sidewalk with my long dark hair blowing in the wind but when I look up I noticed up ahead was where Paul McCartney of the Beatles lived. Before I went past his house, he came out. Oh my gosh how I loved Paul's big hazel eyes. Ivee just go with it. Don't freak out. KEEP COOL!!! I told myself. I would NEVER want to ruin a moment like this. This kind of thing is a one in a bazillion chance. He opens the gate from his yard and walks out. I speed up so I can stand right next to him. It only takes a few seconds for me to be standing next to him. I don't smile. If I did, it might ruin the moment. He side glances at me for a split second and winks at me. I had to hold my breath to keep from giggling at that. I side glance at him right back. This time he actually turns his head and looks at me "Hi. Im Paul McCartney. I wasn't sure if you knew that" He says and then smiles. I look at him square in the eyes "Oh of course I knew that. I
ZaDr Oneshot*Thinking*ZaDr Oneshot4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello Dib-thing." Zim smiled sinisterly from the doorway of Dib's home. He snickered softly. "I haven't come too early, have I? Has your parental unit and small female left yet?" he asked nonchalantly, tugging on a strand of his fake hair.
"No " Dib stared at Zim flatly. "What are you doing here? And how did you know they were leaving?" Dib asked, leaning casually on the doorframe.
"Your father unit wasn't comfortable leaving you alone at home while he and your worm baby sister were away out of town," Zim laughed slightly. "so he asked Zim to stay here with you until they returned; which Zim accepted!" Zim exclaimed.
Dib stared at Zim incredulously. "DAD!!!" Dib yelled, just as Gaz and Professor Membrane came down the stairs with their suitcases. "Yes son? Oh, Zim, you're here. Well, we can leave now Gaz." Said Membrane, walking passed Zim and out the door with Gaz following closely behind, never taking her eyes off of her game slave. They got in the car and
And Your Bird Can Sing - 1It was August of 1964, and I was being dragged into a taxi by my best friend. We were in Las Vegas for her sister's wedding, and she had gotten permission to break away from the slot machines to go back to the hotel. Of course, I was forced to go along, despite my infatuation with losing hundreds of dollars to those damned machines. Sighing, I closed the car door behind me and folded my arms, looking over at her. "Gwen, can we go back later?"And Your Bird Can Sing - 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No, Evelyn. My head hurts."
"You're such a bummer, ruining my plans to lose my entire life savings and such."
She turned to me and smiled. But then we started to hear a noise. No louder than a murmer, but as we got closer to our hotel it became more pronounced. Screams? "The commies finally bombed us!" Gwen joked, but it turned out to be something much worse. Maybe one hundred adolescent women with their mothers. The taxi pulled over on the curb across the street, we stayed quiet for a moment before Gwen said; "Why the hell are so many girls out
Sri c.1Sri c.18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a Tuesday morning. The air was still and the room was quiet. Sweet music played downstairs from an ongoing TV long forgotten about over night. It was probably a corny romance flick; not that Dib wasnt interested in those or anything.
The human sat on the far end of the bed. His eyes stayed glued on the carpet below. He knitted his fingers together and shifted his feet. His hair fell over his forehead like a waterfall of black string. He shifted in his feet here to there, hunching himself over to watch his toes press the floor.
Why did it have to be this way?
That was a question he asked every morning of his life as he would wake with regret. So many times had he thought to fall back on his old habit. So many times he wished he just had a bottle, just had something to swallow down the pain and the regret. Every time he tried though, every time he just almost gave in, he'd remember everything even more. He couldnt give into his addiction.
Dib peered over his shoulder a
Insane-Dib Chp. 2Dib's head was spinning. Dib propped himself on his elbows and rubbed the side of his head groaning. Dib opened his eyes wide once he realized that the gun had gone off. He checked himself over and smiled when he was fine, but stopped when he heard a groan. He look over to see zim holding his arm, the blue blood trickling down in between his fingers. Dib let out a startled cry and crawled to Zim, carefully inspecting the wound. Zim groaned,"W-what happened?" Dib looked at him and his frown grew. "The bullet glazed you on the arm, Zim, you'll be fine. . . You'll be fine. . .", Dib continued to mutter as he picked up Zim and carried him down the hill toward the house quickly.Insane-Dib Chp. 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
Dib looked at Gir who was munching hungrily on Tacos. Dib quickly walked past Gir, carry zim's unconscious body with him. Gir noticed and tilted his head questioningly,"Is master okkaaayy?" Dib looked down at Gir and stopped slightly. "No he's not, come on Gir help me. . ." Gir straightened up and saluted right a
Hospital Jello c.24Hospital Jello c.247 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dib was currently laying on Zim's chest on Zim's ultra-soft Irken bed. His fingers curled and uncurled against his chest over and over again, lost in thought and admiration for how great of a feeling Zim seemed to give him when they were near each other. He had decided that he really did love Zim, and that even if he didnt go with him to space, he'd be even more heart broken about that then to have Earth taken over with his non-preventing actions.
Because through this all, at least he had Zim, which was more than he ever had through his whole life. He was sure he loved him, positive of it, even.
To lie like this on his body, with his surprisingly strong, slender alien arms around him, protecting him in a way only Zim could. It felt great; magical, and he didnt think he could give this up for the world, as he was proving, it seemed. If only Zim knew what powers he had over Dib with just a simple touch; it's what turned him into mush every time they hugged, and what made Dib