The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than the one we swore to our nation.
Tiger was born just a few months after that. Ed's four year contract was finished, so she found us a little house near the base. She found a job, and she raised Tiger, almost by herself, while I ran PT, stood firewatch, crawled the obstacle courses, fired my rifle, shipped out on West Pac, and ca
Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There I was, just sitting underneath the old oak tree. It had been such a peaceful twilit night as the winds of Lai softly blew. I watched the water nymphs sing and dance in the moonlit river as I played a ballad of Water.
The wind was so relaxing… so carefree as it caressed my face ever so gently. The grass, a luscious green, waving to the sky. The clouds, just drifting by as the starry night is their sea.
I sighed in awe as this night was truly a wonder. Sadly, it was time for me to leave as it was almost dinner time. I stood up and pulled my blonde hair behind my pointed ears as the wind started rushing their song.
The nymphs had stopped their dance and smiled up on me. I could hear their silent giggles and whispers. I suspect that they are attracted to me. I waved goodbye to my beautiful friends and walked down the dirt path. A guide back to my peaceful village.
I journeyed through the dense forests that walled the entrance to the village. Trees as tall a
Autumn DreamsAutumn Dreams7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To the artist, and to the real Rosamund...
Autumn dreams of rain,
of softly falling dew, moist enough to
drench the thirsting, yearning pain,
and of starry, glass-eyed drops in lieu
of bittersweet winds and the stain
of leaves – so all the night through,
Autumn dreams of rain.
The last time Rosamund went out on the rowboat, she was six and called it the rowing boat because that’s what her grandad from England called it. She took with her an already-opened umbrella in case it rained, and wore her favourite dress with her favourite coat and second-favourite scarf (nothing matched) because it was chilly out. She had socks on before she remembered that she hadn’t put her shoes away and didn’t know where they were. So she wore socks but no shoes. And that was how she went out on the rowboat.
I should know, I watched her.
She went out the backdoor, balanced precariously on tiptoe, and crept down the pathway, to where the river lapped too loud to ignore.
Perditio(( Read artist's description firstPerditio2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
this story assumes you have some knowledge of the 2805 android universe and Wall-E. if you don't know what 2805 is, you will be very confused ))
The white and ebon lined figure stood silently at the helm, metal tipped fingers tapping lightly on the control panel, the only soft sound on the bridge. He didn't like it this quiet... the silence unnerved him and the blue tinged autopilot wished his captain would return. The Captain was spending less and less time on the bridge, and the feeling that it was his fault was slowly creeping into the android's AI. But what had he done wrong? He was always pleasant and kind, carrying out orders immediately, happy to please.
The android tilted his head as he considered it, forgetting the ship's functions for a moment. Pure white hair fell over his face slightly, blue tips brushing his shoulder. His captain often gave him grief over not being in proper uniform: his blue tipped hair and blue strips on h
My Chubby Pig: Part VMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part V3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pig and Leor spent the rest of the day together, the prince using his slave as a doll of sorts. He covered the chubby boy with makeup, then wiped it away and started again. The entire time he dropped compliments on his 'cute' little slave, which would always make Pig blush and look down. By the end of the day, he'd gotten Pig close to tears six more times. He never meant to, but the dark-haired boy was so easy to set off. One wrong word, usually kind ones, would make him feel guilty and awful. More than once Pig's eyes misted over because Leor accidentally bumped against his belly.
Well, maybe not always accidentally. . .
Leor kept his promise, and he had sent out four letters to four different trainers by nightfall, requesting they write back quickly on their willingness to train Pig. He didn't mince words, and got straight to the point. It hurt him to write the words 'overweight' and 'broken', but he knew that if he wanted the right trainer, he had to be ho
My Chubby Pig: Part IIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ride back from the traders home was long, and very quiet. Pig, the slave that Leor had purchased, sat quietly as a mouse in the corner of the carriage while Leor kept trying to glance out the window. Each time Ethan would lightly remind him that it was dangerous to do so, and the prince would huff and lean back into his seat. Pig kept peeking up from behind his messy black hair, trying so hard to be a good boy and keep his head down, but it was hard. Leor was so different from the people he knew. He was a prince, and even the air around him seemed royal. This only made Pig feel even more unworthy to have him as a master. His arms tightened around his stomach and he bit his lip.
His tutor had taught him different from the rest. Most slaves were told to clasp their arms behind their backs, but not Pig. Pig had to try to push his stomach in, hide it from potential buyers. It had never worked. Every time they put him on the sale stockade, people would point an
The No No No No No No ListThe No No No No No No No No No! List of Myst "do's" and "do nots"The No No No No No No List4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Red or Blue pages are not suitable substitutes for toilet paper.
2. Neither are Journals.
3. It is not nice to replace the red pages in the red prison book, and then rip them out while laughing maniacally.
4. Matches that are found in a safe are only to be used for starting the boiler.
5. Graffiti will not be tolerated.
6. Linking books are not Frisbees.
7. Linking books are not to be read.
8. Linking books will not try to stab you.
9. In the event that a prison book talks to you, please ignore its advice.
10. I shall not eat the berries found in Edanna.
11. Nor will I make juice, powder, pie, or any other consumable product from said berries.
12. I will not offer said berries to any other stranger.
13. If I have given said berries to said other stranger I will not find their "state of mind" funny.
14. Saveedro does not worship Squees.
15. Squees are best left in their natural habitat, and should not be taken h
Who Is The Coolest Vampire?BTW, if you can't understand the wawy I've attempted to write their accents, don't worry, there is a proper english one at the bottom.Who Is The Coolest Vampire?4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Who is the coolest vampire: Starring!
Dracula from Dracula, and Count Orlock from Nosferatu,as your hosts!
Dracula: VELCOME VELCOME VELCOME! Eet is great to eat you here today. You bite get a little scared bat no vorries, ve promise ve von't drink your blood VUAHAHAHAHA.
Count Orlock: Shoo choose vich vampire shall take home zee golden tooth. Our guests today include zee characters vom Tvilight , zee Houze Ov Night, Zee Vampire Diaries, Tvue Blood and many more.
Dracula: Now, our vorst guest eez Edvard vom Tvilight.
Count Orlock: Vy, our necks guest eez no stranger to zee night. Zoey Redbird, from zee Houze Of Night! Give 'er a round of ash-plause.
Dracula: I can no vonger be bovered vith theese introductions. Ve also have:
Damon and Stevan vom zee Vampire Diaries,
Bill vom Tvue Blood,
Angel vom the televizion zeries Angel,
My brother, Count Von Count v
Eternal Boy - IbEternal Boy - Ib2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At some point, Guertena met a boy.
He was ill and his life would soon be over.
"My last will", he said "is seing Mr. Guertena's art. People keep saying it looks like it's alive."
Guertena showed him.
Then the boy smiled and left while saying " Thank you very much. I can rest now"
Feeling pity for him, Guertena grabbed his pencil and notebook and quickly sketched that boy's portrait.
"It would be
great if he could stay alive surrounded by the art he loves so much"
As the last petal on that boy's life fell, he opened his eyes on an art gallery.
A place where he could be alive eternally.
The Book of Thornacious...The Book of Thornacious...5 years ago in Humor More Like This
THE BOOK OF THORNACIOUS
Facts and rules ye shall abide by
* You will go to the supermarket with the sole purpose of buying a certain item and will instead buy stuff you don't need and most likely forget what it was you went out for in the first place.
* Burps and farts are funny so you must laugh at them.
* Its not possible for you to not buy a DVD or a game during the weekend.
* Yes you own the super special edition of Transformers but do you own the super ultra mega edition?...no?....THEN GET YOUR ASS ON AMAZON NOW!!!!!!!!! BUY BUY BUY
* When Dundee United win you will tell everyone you can, even if that person has no interest in football/soccer whatsoever you will still feel the need to go on about it as deep down you know they care.....even if they say they don't.
* You will drink at least one pint of Guinness a month....not to do so would result in the d
Goodbye (Jeff the Killer X Reader)Hello. My name is Jeffrey Philips. There is only one girl in the world I love. Her name is Y/N. She and killing are the two things that wake me up in the morning. She's beautiful and precious to me. I never want to say goodbye.Goodbye (Jeff the Killer X Reader)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wearing my pale white hoodie, making sure to cover my face, I slipped in. No one could see my face. I just needed to be here today. There was no way I was missing this. This was the only way I'd really get to say goodbye after our fight. People stared at me as I rushed through, not stopping or speaking to anyone. I didn't need to give anyone my condolences. If anything, I should be receiving them.
They didn't know who I was, but they knew I was your boyfriend. "That has to be him." whispered a round lady, your aunt. "He dressed so informally. Did he even care?" I wanted to gut that lady right then and there. You bet your ass I cared about you! you were my world!
As I kept a fast pace, walking through the huge church, I felt myself get glares. I didn't
MxM - LeftRight and WrongRightMxM - LeftRight and WrongRight6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MHC: Hell yeah! My first DeathNote fanfiction and its a MelloxMatt!
Mello: Thats just wonderful! Good for you! *sarcasm*
Matt: The fandom is expanding. Our dignity is doomed.
Fred: WARNING! Contains MAJOR SPOILERS FOR DEATHNOTE UP TO CHAPTER 99, yaoi, explicit language, sexual themes and some OOC-ness!!
If beauty had a name, it would be Mihael Keehl. Blonde shoulder-length hair falling over vengeful sky-blue eyes, perfectly pale skin covered in shining leather, the rosary hanging around his neck for reason to keep pushing on and the burn scar covering half his face only enhancing his girlish features. The long, slender leather-clad fingers of one hand gripping the steering wheel of the car while the other held a chocolate-bar to satisfy his constant cravings for the disgustingly sweet substance If beauty had an alias, it would be Mello.
Matt, Came the dark, bitter-sweet voice of beauty. Youre staring again.
Marry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 4 SpainxRomanoMarry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 4 SpainxRomano2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why did I ever agree to go to Euro 2012 with him?" I thought as I sat down grumpily in my seat as Spain was standing up and cheering for his team "Espana" who had just won the Euro 2012...damn 4-0...what a cagna. Seriously, why ask me to go with you if you know I'll be grumpy because mu country lost?! ANTONIO YOU-
"BASTARDO!" I yelled from my seat, causing Spain to look down at me. His eyes suddenly filled with sorrow and pity. He sat back down in his seat and smiled at me. Why did he have to look so damn cute with that smile? He looked so adorable and hot he made me think these thoughts like a high school girl. Damn did I just want to take him on the floor right then and there...(Anyone else hear that song before? Take Me On The Floor by The Veronicas?)
"I'm sorry that your team lost Roma." He pat my back in a "it's okay" manner. I growled slightly at the tomato bastard. I didn't need his damn comforting words! It only made me feel worse about it. I can't believe Italia fricken lost
Bully!Reader x Ticci Toby .:It's Your Fault:.Read description please- Male/Female Reader- you chooseBully!Reader x Ticci Toby .:It's Your Fault:.2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is your fault, you know? Why he changed. It's not ALL your fault. Of course others had a part in this. But, there already gone. There is a reason why he left you for last. Because you did the most damage when he still attended public school. This is why your quivering in fear in your hallway closet, silently pleading that the hatchet wielding boy who is only a year older than you will leave, thinking that you left before he could catch you. You didn't want to be next to have your blood painted on the silver blades of his two weapons that he has killed the others with. His gleeful cackles are getting closer. Your shaking. Your heartbeat is deafening to your ears. Your breathing is ragged and shallow, tears stain your face. Oh how you regret every negative action and word you said about him. He didn't deser
Siege of TaurusThe siege lasted two years and we were about ready to throw in the towel by then.Siege of Taurus2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We had no air support, had been pushed back to the fortified bunkers all the way from the enemy's beachheads and under heavy shelling. It was taking a toll on our morale. Not only that, but the last we heard from GalCom said that fourteen other incursions had been made all over Human space. FUBAR, as the expression went.
Local command tried to keep our spirits up by keeping up a steady trickle of low-scale sallies. When Espareth ships were too far off on the other side of the planet for close air support, we'd hit their ground forces with everything we had and charged them fast enough for blade work. We made good advantage of the hardened tunnel systems for that. Something GalCom got from the history books about static defence and asymmetric warfare.
Near the end though, we were about done. We were low on ammunition and able bodies. The civil engineers were holding the water replenishment systems together
A New PetI brought home a new pet today!A New Pet1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I decided to call him Samuel, after my Grandpa, because that's who he reminded me of!
Usually, Mom really likes it when I bring home a new pet. I want to be a veterinarian when I grow up, and she says that helping strays is a good way to practice, so I'll be a step ahead of the rest of the class when I go to school for it.
But this time, she wasn't excited.
She screamed, and ran away from my new pet the second she saw it.
But he didn't like that.
He followed her all around the house, eventually cornering her in one of the upstairs bedrooms.
"That's not an okay thing to do, Samuel," I sighed to him as I watched him gnaw on her skull a few hours later. "Good pets don't eat their owner's parent's brains."
I guess I can see why Mom was upset.
Maybe bringing home my zombiefied Grandpa wasn't a very good idea.
Death Note Parody P.1Ugh, School.Death Note Parody P.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The teacher is talking about something important, but I fall asleep when he's not looking. I don't need this. If my parents would let me, I'd be homeschooled.
I wake up from my half hour nap.
"Tell me a story," Mr. Randomguy says to me, grabbing a teddy bear, "Naptime's at 2:30."
I stand up from my seat. All the eyes in the classroom are on me. I hesitate for a minute; I have stage fright! Then, I close my eyes and pretend all the children in the class are beautiful unicorns.
"Once upon a time " I begin, but I'm easily confused by the rest of the words on the paper I'm holding under my desk, so I decide to wing it. "The End!"
Mr. Randomguy starts clapping. "Well done, Light! A++!" He looks at his watch. "Whoops! Naptime! Night, kids."
While he's sleeping, half of the kids in the class are on their cell phones, while the other half is daring each other to draw on Mr. Randomguy's face. Me? I look out the window in boredom when something catches my e
Observationally Stalking [Near x Reader]Observationally Stalking [Near x Reader]11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
To become aware of, especially through careful directed attention.
That’s what you were doing, you were observing. Let no man/woman tell you otherwise, you were observing! At least that’s what you told yourself as you snuck around the library each lunch, or the study hall, or any other room that the subject of your observations just so happened to be.
After about two months of this consistent ‘observing’ you have deduced the following things about the subject. 1) He really loved his toys, 2) he chooses to be antisocial so he can have time with his toys, and 3) he was a very habitual person. Unfortunately, these observations had been made prior to your two months of sneaking around. So basically, two months of observations had brought you nothing.
A large bang resounded throughout the classroom in which you currently resided. While it startled the other students, you remained unperturbed; mainly because the source of the
Character Creation TutorialCharacter Creation TutorialCharacter Creation Tutorial5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
How to effectively develop a realistic and likable character for novels and fanfiction.
Table of Contents:
I. A Name
II. Physical Attributes
III. Style & Personality
It can be assumed that developing a plot and storyline is self explanatory. If not, you can find another tutorial for that. This tutorial will focus primarily on the thought-process of creating new characters with depth.
I. A name is the first step. Try to match the character to their name, or somehow integrate the character's name into the storyline or progression of the character's maturity and personality. For example, a character who is dark and moody would probably not be named Star unless this contradiction holds some meaning in the story. (In a comedy it would have a nice effect, but in a drama or serious story, not so much).
If you can't think of a name you can go to places like babynames.com or google for assistance
How to Make the Apathetic Boy CryHow to Make the Apathetic Boy CryHow to Make the Apathetic Boy Cry2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If Mello wanted to make him cry, he'd done a good job at it.
"Mello is dead."
The words sliced through his very being like a knife, stabbing at his heart repeatedly.
"He was driving a white pickup truck to an abandoned church and due to a gas leak it exploded."
He fell to his knees, the words crushing him.
"There was another body... it was identified as miss Takada."
Damn it to hell, that bitch...
"I'm sorry for your loss, mister River."
He knew. Mello would never make such a mistake and would notice if there was a gas leak. It was that bitch and Kira. They'd killed Mello. They took Mello away from him. They grabbed him and snatched him away with their filthy and disgusting blood-soaked hands.
His fists clenched.
The man turned away from him and left him alone with the burnt body of Mello in the morgue. He sat there on the cold hard floor, staring at his deceased rival who was covered in a white blanket in a casket.
His lips quivered and his chest star
AUstuck karkatYour name is Karkat Vantas, what you have the displeasure of experiencing is a "short"AUstuck karkat1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
drabbles of fiction writing from a simple minded writer who will put you in an alternative universe in which you have no say and where things run differently from what you know.
But enough about that. You are currently 9 Alternian Solar sweeps and you are the stabson to Spades slick, Ms.Paint and Snowman ( Yes he marries them both.) and currently big brother to three "wonderful" siblings who look up to your more as their delinquent leader rather than a brother, but you love them little shits to no end. You still have a relationship to build with Terezi, the girl who you had a crush on but screwed up the chance to say it and now its even harder to say it now she's with the Dave human..oh how you LOATHE him. You put his picture in a punching bag to practice boxing his face. And now before the writer sidetracks for too long here is your start on the beginning of fixing your screwed up life.