NightmaresShe was staying with her parents. But that didn't make the nightmares stop. She saw that other hotel in her sleep almost every night. She wasn't allowed to tell anyone about it, but she felt like she needed to. She saw that tall man destroying that man that stabbed Trilby. She had seen Abed's body in her dreams as well. She wondered if she'd ever be able to sleep again.Nightmares4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But still, sometimes, her mind would go in a different way. She'd picture how hard Trilby must have it. He's been seeing that for much longer. It must be so hard for him. How does he even have the strength to face the world or try to sleep at night. Everything must remind him of those shadows he warned her about.
Just like how every time she heard footsteps behind her, she just knew it was the Tall Man or a cultist coming to silence her.
Trilby must have been living in that fear since the Defoe Manor Incident.
Her mind seemed to stay on Trilby sometimes.
Wondering how he was, or if he even was any
Eight Days: ProlougePrologueEight Days: Prolouge5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A commonly held theory, is that there are a multitude of universes. Within each world, a thousand myriad differences cases the universes to split from one another. A single choice, or many, can make another world seem very different, and yet very much the same. Take, for instance, the Myriad of worlds touched by the dark influence of Chzo.
There are worlds that are drained dry by his power, left as nothing but husks devoid of life. There are worlds where Cabadath never attempted to summon the beast, and he died an old man. Or worlds, indeed, where The order was able to conceive of something *slightly* better than Trilby Clones to contain the mind of John Defoe. Perhaps some kind of Trilby Powered Raygun, or a Scarecrow wearing a hat.
But I digress.
The point of the matter, is that it is of just such a universe that we speak of today.
A universe very much like that in which the curse of John Defoe, Chzo, the Order of Blessed Agonies, Fate, ill planned cloning, and very nice hat
Five Things Honeydew Hates About Xephos The first reason Honeydew has to hate Xephos is that Honeydew always wanted to be a spaceman.Five Things Honeydew Hates About Xephos3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Honeydew awoke one night to find the Yogcave completely empty.
"Xephos," He whispered, "where are you?"
After accepting the emptiness of the cavern, the dwarf approached the door with caution. Seeing no creepers, he proceeded out the door, towards the beach. Honeydew sighed in relief as he found his friend lying in the Minecraftian sand, staring at the stars. "Xephos?" he whispered, not wanting to break the silent reverie.
"Hello, Honeydew." The spaceman whispered back, his gaze not moving.
Xephos stared at his friend in curiosity for a moment before he lay down beside him, trying to see what the older man saw in the stars.
"I was an idiot." The spaceman whispered, almost below Honeydew's hearing.
"How?" the dwarf looked over at his friend. X
Plane RideSimon had been fidgety the whole plane ride so far. Granted, it hadn't been that long, but he was still uncomfortable with it. He sighed softly, looking over at his friend sitting next to him. Lewis had fallen asleep a little while ago, leaving the other to deal with his anxiety on his own. Bastard, he couldn't help but think affectionately.Plane Ride4 years ago in Romance More Like This
As if knowing the other was thinking about him, the black haired man sighed in his sleep and squirmed around as if to find a better position to lay in. His head rolled onto Simon's shoulder, a smile smile on his face as he nuzzled against him as if to make a better pillow.
Simon blushed slightly as he watched him, trying to breath as little as possible. The other just cuddled closer, purring softly as he continued with his nap. The bearded man glanced around them, biting down on his lip slightly. The few people near them were either asleep as well, or distracted by some random thing they were doing.
He took a deep breath as he looke
Only Never Human-Ch.1- LxLightOnly Never Human-Ch.1- LxLight8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Only Never Human // Chapter 1
Series: Death Note
Content: m/m (boys love), AU (alt. universe),
Short Note: I've bascially taken L and Light and put them in a different setting, but tried my best to keep some of their original personalities/traits, aswell as some of the feel of the Death Note world in-tact. I might even put a few supporting Death Note characters in here somehow. =3
Disclaimer: Death Note and it's characters are (c) Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. Everyone else are my OCs.
Only Never Human
"KIRA! KIRA! KIRA!"
I can hear them calling.
"KIRA! KIRA! KIRA!"
I can hear them calling for me.
"KIRA! KIRA! KIRA!"
For me and only me.
"KIRA! KIRA! KIRA!"
"Yagami. You're on." A mid-aged Japanese manager motioned for his number 1 singer to step out on stage.
Wordlessly, Yagami did so. A wide smirk could not be hidden on his face. The smirk grew more evil with every step he took towards his glory. To
He Loves MeSkylord Jasper sat on the bench outside his mansion, shaded by one of the cherry-blossom trees that decorated his property. A rose that he had plucked from his garden was in his hand being twirled around by his fingers. He sighed softly as he stared at the red petals, lightly running his fingers over one.He Loves Me4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He grasped the petal, taking a deep breath and tugging at it until it broke free from the rest of the flower. "He loves me...," he muttered quietly, letting it fall to the ground at his feet. His fingers clasped onto another petal, tearing that one off as well. "He loves me not." That one too feel to the ground, lightly landing on the grass. It was childish, he knew that very well. But he couldn't help pause from his daily activities that day to partake in the task.
"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me...." The words kept repeating themselves in a chant like way as he continued to strip the rose of its red color. Soon his cheeks started to obtain a similar color, though closer t
Forever AloneIt's frequently said,Forever Alone8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That life isnt fair.
I gaze up to the clouds,
And wish I were there.
Oh, if I could fly,
And finally see
The whole world below,
Then Id be free.
But, you see, that
Cannot happen to all.
Through reality's hells,
Ill stumble and crawl.
Im hungry and lost,
And cold to the bone,
And Im destined to be
Forever Alone By Sara Linton
I Have Pictures of All Your FacesTitle: I Have Pictures of All Your FacesI Have Pictures of All Your Faces3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to Stephen Moffat, Russel T. Davies, and the BBC
Summary: "I'm on my third body," said River "Which one are you on?"
A/N: There might already be another fic with this title. If so, I'm sorry. I'm also sorry it's so short.
They were sitting in the TARDIS library in front of the fireplace giggling and drinking cocoa, when the conversation found its way to the subject of regeneration.
"So which one are you on?" asked River.
"Well, I'm on my third body. Which one are you on?"
It was still early in their relationship from her point of view. She didn't know him inside and out the way she one day would. "I'm on my eleventh." he said somewhat reluctantly.
She gasped comically. "Cradle robber."
"Don't tease," he said. "Anyway, at my age you could say that about anyone I might date. Except Jack."
The Doctor smiled. "Oh, he'd like you." then he t
World of SnowIt's cold.World of Snow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's cold in here.
Someone is near.
Her skin so pale
Her hair so dark
A frozen figure
She walks on the snow, not leaving a mark.
With slender burgundy eyes
She drops a tear.
It's cold in here.
Inside the house
Made of ice
There is a girl
Who seems very nice.
She's all curled up
Just like a cat
There is a girl
With no scarf or hat.
She stays asleep
Shivering in the cold
She looks like me
But I have grown old.
I find a pool
Of pink and blue.
Then I was lost by a sea,
A place that is new.
I come across a balloon
And I hold on tight
It whisks me away
For a short flight
I slip and fall
Into the sea
With no one around
To help me.
It's cold in here.
A new balloon
Seems to appear.
Onto the land
I turn snow to slush.
There's no one around
Just a hush.
And then there is a house
Shaped like a cone.
Inside is a girl,
But who would have known
That there is a monster
He is black and white
He only awakes
When you turn off the li
From the Black - IntroFrom the Black - Intro4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The earth around the two adventurer's shifted and changed, wobbled and broke away. The taller of the two quickly drew a sword, whereas the shorter one pulled out some TNT. Rain poured down around the two, and the taller of the duo took notice of the dwarfs intentions.
"Simon, really?" The spaceman murmured, giving the dwarf a sidelong glance. The dwarf simply gave the spaceman a sheepish expression, and suddenly everything around them exploded.
"What did you do?!" The spaceman yelled, and the dwarf looked around quickly.
"Nothing! I did nothing!" He cried. "I still have a stack of 64 TNT!" Then everything around them bolted into blackness. The spaceman pulled out a torch and placed it on the ground.
"Where are we ?" He murmured.
"Lewis ." The dwarf whispered. "You're missing the point; or the portal." Lewis turned around, and stared at a familiar portal.
"Here again?" He murmured, jumping up the huge steps. "Hey look. The route to the Yogcave is sealed up with bedrock." Sim
Jacky fall downJacky fall down4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DON'T, LEAVE HIM ALONE
It was dark. It was always dark but Jack knew there was a dim glow filtering through the thin curtains. He knew without turning round that there would a chink in them, a small beam of light that would always land on the sad little bed pushed against the wall. He didn't need to see them to know that the curtains were wafting, wandering slowly backwards and forwards, in and out, as if they were breathing or something behind them were breathing; waiting, watching, wanting.
Grandmamma had told him time and time again, there was no such thing as bogeymen and monsters and ghouls; just wind whispering through the open window.
He had loved his Grandmamma but she could be quite stupid sometimes.
Jack focused on the curtains, those monster hiding things, glared at them, matching each in and out of its invisible lungs, each breath, each sigh with his own.
He did it every time, every time he came to this...this
Hemophobia: America x ReaderAMERICA X READER: HEMOPHOBIAHemophobia: America x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Not another one!"
"That's the fifth this week!"
The angry cries drew (Name) from her task and she unlatched herself from the creature's neck, shooting off into the thick foliage of the forest. A bit of the sweet nectar dribbled down her chin and she wiped it off with her hand. Better to leave a meal half finished than be caught by the ticked off farmhands. She had other matters at hand.
Nimbly jumping onto a boulder, she scanned the small clearing before her for any prey. The moonlight painted the unkempt grass silver as the wind danced with the long blades. A small chorus of crickets chirped happily amongst the bushes. The hoot of an owl echoed in her eardrums as it flew silently past her and through the grass, landing on an exposed branch. Two giant, amber eyes gazed at her and flicked toward the grass. A pair of ivory antlers peeked out from the indicated spot.
(Name) felt her fangs sharpen. Venison would be perfect for hi
2. complicatedi. he was the kind of man who existed only in romantic novels, not in real life. when she stumbled over the strap of his bag in the coffee shop and dropped her book and mug of tea, he was there to help her to her feet. making sure the drink hadn't stained her clothes, she glanced downwards before looking at him and noticed that a book had fallen out of his leather shoulder bag. she had picked it up and they had handed each other their respective lost items, sharing amused smiles as they realized they were reading the same novel. he insisted he replace her wasted tea and she finally relented and allowed him to buy her another. they sat in the shop for over an hour, their teas going cold as they bonded over books, winter, and poetry. when at last they separated it was due to the closing of the shop and she headed home to her husband, and he to his empty house, neither expecting to see the other again.2. complicated5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ii. a month later she spotted him in the same corner of the
:.IcelandxReader: My Icelandic Hero.:You walked silently down the streets of Reykjavik, Iceland. The bitter winds stung at your rosey red cheeks, which made you involuntarily wrap your striped scarf tightly around your mouth and face. You had come to the country of Iceland to see your grandfather for one final time, since he was slowly dying of cancer. It broke your heart to pieces since you hadn't seen him in over three years. You just happened to be a small country of the coast of Iceland that had gained your own indepence in the early years of your colonization. Even though you were very close to the country of Iceland, you never visited. You always thought it was too cold for your liking.:.IcelandxReader: My Icelandic Hero.:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You pulled the scarf down from your mouth and heaved a sigh, a cloud of condensation floating in the air for a brief moment before disappearing. The alley you had been walking down seemed to go on for miles, but it was no more than a few hundred yards long. All of a sudden, you felt something a bit off, as if someone was watching you
Yogscast Tribute- Only HumanIt was as if the world had slowed to a standstill. The shouts became dull to their ears, and the whole world around them seemed to blur as their comrade fell to the ground, clutching his chest, whereupon an arrow had struck. His arrow.Yogscast Tribute- Only Human4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Peculier!" He could dimly hear Simon shouting to his left, but could only stare in shock as their brave and strong ally fell to the ground, his father's sword clattering out of his hand. He began to run forward, feeling as if he was in a dream. Around him, the battle raged onwards, the allies they had found along their journey bravely battling the endless armies of Israphel. But the one ally they had from the start had fallen. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening.
"Oh God, Simon." he found himself saying in a choked voice as he knelt beside a gasping Knight_Peculier, the blood pouring from where the arrow had struck. He glanced up at his best friend, and they exchanged panicked glances, both feeling as though their world had suddenly
Yume Nikki retelling, PrologueMadotsuki Yume Nikki retelling, Prologue7 years ago in Horror More Like This
You need to go to bed, Madotsuki.
Dont go outside The bad people are there.
Yes. The evil women who hurt you
Now please. Just Go to sleep.
My mother died when I was born. My father died by getting ran over. I was placed in foster care, raised by numerous women who treated me to verbal and physical abuse.
Then, my voice came. It told me what to do, and I soon escaped. I ran and ran, eventually ending up in a desert, near a barracks. The denizens chased me near a shopping mall. The people there were not friendly either I was drifting from place to place, when my voice came back. It told me to buy an apartment where no one would find me. It told me to not go outside anymore. To just stay inside And dream.
CanadaXReader- Family Feud- Chapter 1 (WARNING: You may be confused if you don't read artist's comments first. You've been warned.)CanadaXReader- Family Feud- Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So you're meeting Matthew's family today ? Fun." Said your best friend in a sarcastic manner, not taking her eyes off her drying finger nails.
"You're just jealous." You said to her, stuffing the last of your things in your backpack hurriedly, Matthew would be picking you up very soon. And you were bursting with happiness, finally, after months of hearing about the diverse Williams family, you were going to meet them in person!
"Mmm Sure." She said, frowning at her fingers. Just as you were about to retort, there was a ding at the door as someone rang the doorbell.
You squeed in delight.
(Best friends name) raised her eye brows at you, her nail brush hovering a few inches above her pinky finger. "When are you going to girl up and tell him you like him?" she wondered allowed.
" I gotta go." You said, trying to keep your voice steady. Running down the stai
I'll be back as soon as I canI'll be back as soon as I can.I'll be back as soon as I can4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(This is a story about Jasper/Lysander. It's slash. So if that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you don't read this. Also, I spellchecked this, but please keep in mind that English is not my native language. Feel free to point out if there's any major grammar flaw that I need fixing. Also please keep in mind that I let my imagination run wildly as I wrote this. Thank you. )
As a Skylord, there are many rules and etiquettes to follow. Like; don't ever under any circumstance fly your airship while being drunk and don't let others fly you airship, for instance. Another one could be; don't speak of things concerning the Skylords to them without such rank.
It's important to follow these rules, especially since the Skylords are viewed with lots of respect and admiration by the citizens of Minecraftia.
When it comes to rules regarding relationships, it gets a bit complicated. In the old rulebook of the Skylords it is written that a Skylord may c
Idle TuneThe apartment was silent, empty. Water dripped from the tap. Papers lay strew across the desk. Rumpled clothes sat discarded on the floor. A soft breeze blew from an open window.Idle Tune4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A man was stretched out on the twin-sized bed, sheets tangled with his limbs. He was not asleep, but staring up at the ceiling with a blank, dazed look. His shaggy black hair was splayed out on the pillow, and his forehead glistened with sweat.
Every night was the same, now. After the Manor he had his share of nightmares, but it appeared that his trip to Clanbrowyn Island had stirred up fresh horrors for his mind to experience every night. Memories that weren't his lingered in his psyche, ephemeral as a dream but as lethal as a knife. He never slept anymore, terrified of what new hell awaited him on the inside of his eyelids.
At the STP he put on a good show of getting over the trauma. He passed all the evaluations and did all his work. He showed all signs of recovering from the ordeal and moving on to other t
Lying in Trade- Denmark+NorwayLying in Trade - The seller of a product or service may advertise untrue facts about the product or service in order to gain sales, especially by competitive advantage.Lying in Trade- Denmark+Norway4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come donate for a good cause!" Mathias yelled, as loud as possible, but passer-bys still went past, without giving a second glance.
"Damn!" He kicked his chair in frustration. "Why isn't anyone feeling generous today?"
"Maybe you should be quieter" Lukas muttered, from under his hat, which was right now over his face, shielding him from the sun as he leant back on his chair.
You glared at the stall next to your one. Girls dressed far too improperly for a carnival pranced about, giving passer-bys balloons and candy. "Well, obviously we don't have enough scantily-clad girls-"
"Hey, [Name], why don't you dress like-" Mathias couldn't finish his sentence as Lukas smacked him in the face with his hat.
"Don't talk about [Name] like that."
Mathias laughed sheepishly, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sor
Americaxreader - LoisAmericaxreaderAmericaxreader - Lois3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey _______! Check this out!" says Alfred
"What is it?" you asked
He pointed to his glasses and said "Now i'm Clark Kent,"
then he took them off "and now i'm Superman!!" he shouted
"Haha, I don't think so.." you smiled
"Whaaa?! Why not?!" he asked
"Well.. One, superman does not reveal his secret identity to others.." you stated
"Well, I only showed it to you didn't I? I'm pretty sure he would-" he was cut off
"Two, he has a superman costume, and has muscles.." you added
"I HAVE MUSCLES TOO!" then he pulled up his shirt and showed you his abs & muscles. And boy, he definitely wasn't lying about that one. You blushed, then continued what you were telling him a little while ago.
"Y-yeah, wh-whatever.." you stuttered, then he smirked, and put his shirt back on.
"And third, he has Lois.."
"Meaning..?" he asked
"Meaning," you continued "he has a girlfriend, and apparently.." you said, poking his chest "You don't."
"Oh really?" he asked
"Really." you said
NorIce: A Long Way From HomeNorIce: A Long Way From HomeNorIce: A Long Way From Home3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning: Norway x Iceland (Lukas x Emil), Human names used, incest, fantasy, and magic.
Magic had always existed. In the heart of every child, the sparkle in every eye, the gasp in every happy breath, and the smile on every face. Yet that is where it exists now, long ago magic was everywhere and was a lot stronger than smiles.
The scent of sage and smoke filled the cottage in the cold north, the sound of a crackling fireplace stirring the silence. Norway sat before it, poking at the logs with a metal rods, ashes floating up as a pot boiled above. "Mmh.." He hummed contently, the warmth from the flames seeping into his cold Norwegian blood and the scent of the stew creating a rumbling in his stomach.
"Oi, Emil, When is supper going to be finished?" Norway asked his younger brother as he stood from his place at the fire, fur lined cap just missing the edge of the fir
CD-I does the Chzo Mythos: 1If CD-I made the Chzo Mythos: PT ICD-I does the Chzo Mythos: 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Written by Aquathros and O-Rly-Penguin.
Chzo Mythos is owned by Yahtzee.
[Inside DeFoe manor]
DeFoe: Gee, IT HURTS around here.
Cabadath: MAH BOI! This pain is what all true cultists strive for!
DeFoe: I just wonder what Trilby is up to.
[ Caretaker flies in ]
Caretaker: Prince! Trilby has begun to create the bridge!
Cabadath: Hmm...how can I make IT HURT for him?
[ Caretaker holds up the Book of Chzo and turns to the Book of the Bridge ]
Caretaker: It is written that DeFoe must be the bridgekeeper.
DeFoe: Great! I'll grab my stuff!
Caretaker: There is no time! Your machete is enough.
[ Caretaker grabs hold of DeFoe's hand and jumps ]
Caretaker: SQUADALAH! We'er off!
[ later ]
DeFoe: What are all those body parts?
Favor: PrussiaXReaderEven though he hadn't opened his eyes, Gilbert could feel something was wrong. His entire form felt heavy and he was in pain. His back was hurting and his body was not enjoying being laid flatly against the hard floor. Back when he was stuck living with Russia, he was use to floors being cold and made of stone or concrete since not all times would he go to his actual room in his in that house to sleep in the bed that Russia had given him. He didn't think it safe because if he slept in a different room every night, it meant that Ivan had a harder time finding him. He still had some problems getting out of the mindset of being in the Soviet Union.Favor: PrussiaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
His eyes flashed open and immediately sat up straight. His head began to swirl around with confusion as a massive headache took form. He closed his eyes as he attempted to make sense of what was occurring around him. He looked around, seeing a dirty wall in front of his face. He frowned. The walls in his apartment were immaculate. He wrinkled h