RotBTFD FanFiction: The Moon's Light Ch. 28RotBTFD FanFiction: The Moon's Light Ch. 284 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“So, we have to plan an attack as soon as possible,” Flynn states.
“Right. We don’t know how far Pitch has gone in his plans, but since he has new recruits, I can only estimate that he hasn’t gone as far. At least, I hope,” North adds.
“But, wouldn’t they be expecting an attack soon. I mean we just got out of a fight, so I think it’s only best if we lay low for a while,” Kristoff says.
“He’s rights,” Merida and I say.
“It’s best if we just regroup and come up with a reasonable plan. I mean that’s what my father does when he’s deployed in the military,” Merida suggests.
“So does mine,” Hiccup adds, “We should just lay low for now and regain as much energy as we can, so we can all be prepare for anything. But, that doesn’t mean we should lower our defenses.”
“Excellent idea, Merida and Hiccup. We mustn’t start a fight
This ugly girlI was this ugly girl with a hideous face, sorry!This ugly girl2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yeah, I was unwelcome, but why should you worry?
Nobody expected me to ever reach any glory.
I have never fit into any girly category!
I was not very happy, it is a sad story.
And all my classmates behaved so predatory.
Mocking the outsider was simply mandatory.
What they did to me brought on me purgatory!
So all my dark feelings turned accusatory.
Forever I will run away from their territory.
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 Rome6 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
The EpicentreA girl,The Epicentre3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destroyed by bygone bullets,
Scars engulfing the last flicker of hope inside her desolated, hollow form.
Tears burn into her tender skin,
Pooling along the cracks of her her porcelain mask.
She cries for her sins;
For trusting fallien angels;
For offering her innocence as a blood sacrifice,
For handing them the daggers used to pierce her weak, pure heart.
She fell for no reason,
Yet expected to be caught.
She cries for she was the epicentre of her demise.
an open letter to my twelve year old selfone day you will cut all your hair off,an open letter to my twelve year old self3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hang up a map of the world in your
room and you will look at it on days
you think your life is going nowhere.
i hate to tell you this, but this isn’t
your worst year. it also isn’t your
one day you will cut all your hair off
and realize that some poems need to be read
out loud, to an audience, so you’ll take a hammer
and some nails and build yourself one
out of a girl whose veins look fragile but
whose bones are strong, a boy who isn’t as tall as
he thinks he is, but whose lifelines are the deepest
you’ve ever seen, and a girl whose eyes remind you of the
east coast shore.
one day you will cut all your hair off,
and learn that you can like pink
just as much as you like blue
and the world will not fall apart
along its fault lines. there are other flags
you can wave with pride that
one day you will cut all your hair off
and figure out how to forgive yourself,
figure out how to sta
PretendshipIn you,Pretendship7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't see
You're just a
All you do
The next time
you have a problem,
Don't come to me
You've put me through
The next time
you need my advice,
to pay the price,
I will not be nice.
you don't care;
So don't you dare
and expect me
to be fair!
StoppedShe was breaking,Stopped2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the scars I left.
She was crying,
Because I am about to go away.
And she begged,
Tearing at her flesh,
"Stay, stay with me,
Stop and stay here,"
But I never did,
I could never have.
I could never keep myself,
in the same second that she did.
So I moved,
along with the endless stream of time.
But she stayed,
Mind, spirit, and heartDamn it all to oblivion, I know you want to helpMind, spirit, and heart3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you want to make me see what is wrong
but alas my heart is different than my mind
and my mind is different than my spirit
and my spirit is different than my heart
it is as if three different personas tried to live in one body
and that one body is put through so many hardships it slowly breaks down
and that's when those three strangers realize that there is a fourth one
and I'm letting them do as they please,
even if they are using me for their wicked games
because I don't know any better way to slowly destroy myself
MoustacheHer villain’s moustache had finally arrived in the post.Moustache1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Geneviève slapped it on and admired it in the mirror. It was long, divided in two, and pointing stiffly off to the sides with a curl at each end. Oh, yes—it was perfect. Goodbye to queue-jumping and not taking your library books back: it was time to move up to the next rung of being evil. Geneviève did a little dance of glee and twirled the moustache. And then much to her surprise it twirled her.
“Gosh,” she laughed, as she came to a halt. “I can see you’re going to be a handful.”
She examined her reflection once again. The moustache was dark—as dark as the deepest chasm, as black as the deepest despair. She nodded.
“I probably should do something about my hair.”
“Splendid moustache, madam,” said Mabel the hairdresser at Curl Up and Dye.
“Thank you,” said Geneviève. The moustache twitched slightly and the
Pianos Are Not Just For ChristmasJanice was showing the new volunteer around the Centre for Rescued Pianos.Pianos Are Not Just For Christmas4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“...and this is our baby grand.”
“Awww,” said the man, staring into the enclosure. “It’s so cute.”
Janice nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” She sighed. “But that’s the problem. People get them on a whim without realising how much space they’re going to take up, and how much care they need. Some of these abandoned instruments haven’t been tuned in years.”
The man turned away from the enclosure to look at Janice. “Well, that’s why I’m here. I want to help in any way I can.”
“And we’re very grateful.” Janice gave the volunteer an apologetic smile. “I’m afraid though I’m going to have to start you off with one of the mucky jobs. But it has to be done.”
She passed him a bucket and a shovel.
“If you wouldn’t mind collecting all the piano stools...
To Whom It May Concern“Description not prescription! Description not prescription!”To Whom It May Concern5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Was Bitten gestured for silence and the chanting died away. It smiled at all the words in front of it.
“My friends!” it said. “Not long ago I was timid and shy. I submitted to all the rules imposed on me.” Was Bitten stood straight. “But now I’m tired of being passive!”
There were cheers and laughter.
“For too long we’ve gone along with these prescriptive laws,” it continued. “‘No ending a sentence with a preposition’, ‘no split infinitives’. The linguists are on our side but still the ‘stylists’ insist on us ignoring the natural laws. Saying their rules are ‘correct’. But the only truth is reality! The language is shaped unconsciously by those who speak and write us. Those are the only genuine rules.”
To stepped forward. “This is all very well. But what can we do abou
Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.Home and Dry1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 52Everlasting Snow: Chapter 523 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sleigh skids to a stop on the lake’s surface, the skis leaving long white marks on the ice.
Above you, the tired stars begin to fade as the first light of day breaks over the horizon, giving themselves over to sleep until the night returns to reign once again.
North scoops the limp Jack back up into his arms, and the three of you wordlessly disembark from the sleigh.
You follow North off the lake, trying hard not to fall on the slippery surface. You breathe a small sigh of relief as you step onto the snowy bank, then continue after North, forced to jog a little to keep up with his long strides.
He stops in front of a tall tree with a thick, sturdy trunk, its leaves and branches dusted with white snow. It’s quite a few yards from the lake’s edge, but its view goes uninterrupted by other foliage. He crouches down and sets Jack in front of it, sitting him down so his back is propped up against the trunk.
He really does look like he just nodded off, his head bowed, ar
StormBecause somewhere, somehow,Storm3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe that there is something
Being a ray of sunshine
in someones storm may
be the answer to life I was
A Diabolical Love: Reiji Sakamaki x Reader part 3*Ayato's P.O.V*A Diabolical Love: Reiji Sakamaki x Reader part 37 months ago in Romance More Like This
I wake up realizing today there's night school.A thought came to mind '____ doesn't have a uniform ill see if i can get her one later on'. I got up and went to the bathroom to do the normal: Take a show, brush my teeth etc. After I did all that I walk out my room to go to ____'s room to wake her up 'Maybe I should take ___ out'. walking up to her door *knock-knock* I waited *knock-knock* still no answer. My patience that was hanging by a string broke. opening the door I "OI. why didn't you open the-" to find a lump on the bed under the blanket. I walk over to the bed and grab the blanket lifting it and peeking to see your (S/C) face that looked so peaceful sleeping. I pulled the cover half way down and tried to wake you up "Oi...____wake up" I whispered "Five more minutes mom....." you said sleepy tone turning the other way "I am not your mom____ wake wake up" you slowly got up and sat on the bed r
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 38Everlasting Snow: Chapter 383 years ago in Romance More Like This
You finally exhale, the breath that had been trapped within you escaping past your lips to a long-awaited freedom.
At first, you’re not sure on what to say.
After months of knowing you, Jack just told you he loves you.
Jack Frost. A spirit. Immortal. The stuff of legends. In love. With you.
Your head is swimming.
But then something arises within you. A small, soft warmth. Like a single candle’s flame flickering brightly in a dark room filled with uncertainty.
Slowly, it grows, filling you and steadying your beating heart and racing mind. All other thoughts, all other feelings, are forgotten.
Just one remains.
You’ve never been surer of something in your life.
You smile warmly at Jack, who is staring at you, mouth slightly agape as he waits for you to say something, body stuck in the moment just after his confession.
“I love you too.”
He relaxes, unfurling the anxious fist that his staff-less hand had been in. A lo
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 64Everlasting Snow: Chapter 643 years ago in Romance More Like This
Despite the battle that you know must be going on for Jamie—for the children of the world, for hope, joy, and light—you somehow manage to fall into a restless sleep.
Maybe it had something to do with that moonbeam that wiggled its way through the canopy of dark clouds and flooded directly into your bedroom.
The moment sleep takes you, you’re transported into the realm of dreams.
You’re standing in an entirely white space. So pure, so devoid of anything corrupt. It goes on endlessly, stretching onward for all eternity.
Not knowing what else to do, you walk forward, your footsteps echoing even though you’re barefoot.
Just when you begin to think that you’re absolutely alone, you feel a presence behind you.
You cautiously turn around, bracing yourself for anything.
Well, just about anything.
Because what you’re now facing completely throws you off.
Or rather, who.
He stands no taller than four feet high. He’s dressed like a gentleman,
Ib the anime 6th chapterIb the anime~~~6th ChapterIb the anime 6th chapter1 year ago in Horror More Like This
((Thank you for giving this script a chance ^_^ Please read the description))
Ib and Garry stood before the creepy blue and black painting yet again. The painting beckoned once more for their roses but Ib spoke up this time “We won’t give our roses but you can take this.” She held it out. The face seemed to sniff the flowers. It almost giggled “Thanks….this smells niiice…” It hissed. Garry frowned he was really bothered by this thing. The painting spoke again “Well, chow time!” The frame bent forward a tongue broke away from the canvas and slurped the flowers into its mouth. Ib moved back and shook the ooze from her hands. The painting turned red and black now and violently munched on the flowers. Ib and Garry covered their ears for a moment it was so loud. Finally it stopped returning to black and blue again. “Ahhh…that was good.” It gave an almost delighted laugh. Ib and Garry let
Homestuck Island (signless/sufferer x reader) ( A/n – If you haven’t yet go and read the opener >>>> demonofwrathrama.deviantart.co… This is going to be ___________ x Reader. You don’ t know what that means you’ll figure it out.Homestuck Island (signless/sufferer x reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
> I am busy as hell so there will be days that I won’t update.
> I am going to only do these on stuff I LIKE. If I don’t like the “Fandom” then it will not be on here.
>This is an AU for all of them (meaning lots of characters will be OOC).
>I am not the best writer so please ignore my mess ups.
> ALL HOMESTUCK CHARACTERS BELONG TO ANDREW HUSSIE NOT ME!
> You don’t like it then don’t read I don’t need you Trolling shit got it. That being said continue reading at your own risk. )
>>>> Signless/ Sufferer
You don’t know how long you sat there but you were brought back when you heard someone below you. You looked down and couldn’t believe your eyes…
There was someone in a hood sitting under the tree, right belo
Kichiku Party Chapter 1Kichiku Party Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's a charm that means we'll always be friends!"
A small paper doll was held up into the air for the room to see. A small irritated sigh came from the side of the room and the doll's holder turned to the source, frowning.
"Midou kun, if you're going to be like that I won't let you join in!" Protested the young boy, holding the doll further from him.
"I don't want to be part of your childish games, Igarashi" came the sharp reply as the violet haired boy looked back into the book he was reading.
"Hey you two, stop fighting, we're all friends. Midou, don't be a stick in the mud, come on it's the last day, we should have fun!" Came a louder voice, booming from a tall, muscular boy playing with a volleyball in the corner, bouncing it off the wall for fun.
It was graduation day for the room of teens. It had been a wonderful day, the sky was blue and the sun was out and even late in the evening it was still quite warm out, although it had started to drizzle a bit.
The teens had spent the da
The Big Hand's on Twelve12:00 AMThe Big Hand's on Twelve6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They met at the stroke of midnight: the Big Hand and the Little Hand were both on 12.
“Big Hand,” said the Little Hand, nervously. “We’ve spent a lot of time together.”
“Yes, indeed,” smiled the Big Hand. “A lot of time.”
The Little Hand swallowed hard. “And… well, during that time, I’ve become very fond of you.” It produced a diamond ring. “Big Hand… would you accept this Little Hand in marriage?”
There was a pause.
“Um,” said the Big Hand.
“‘Um’?” said the Little Hand.
“It’s just…” The Big Hand blushed. “I know we were going steady together but… I’ve got something going now with the Second Hand.”
The Little Hand looked dazed. “The Second Hand..?”
The Second Hand zoomed past.
“Hi, sweetheart!” called back the Big Hand. It saw the expr
the last poem i write about my depressioni want you to know that it took me yearsthe last poem i write about my depression10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to figure out the worst part. cause, sure, there’s
so many bad parts, there’s so many moments
when dragging air through your mouth feels
like letting in all the water. your body becomes
your own battlefield, your mind—the most
ruthless enemy. it does not cut corners.
it will not spare you. it will leave
no summer-tinted memory untouched.
every exit sign looks like a suggestion.
if you ask someone if they are happy they will say yes
but they will not look you in the eyes.
you will never learn how to feel permanent.
you will drink grape juice and try to remember how it felt
to be holy. you will not think of yourself as wholly,
you are not complete. something vital is missing.
some dark monster has been feasting on you
when you lay down for sleep.
these are bad moments. these are scars that mar your skin
like tattoos that have too much meaning, like a map
of all the dirt roads you’ve walked down.
some days i can