Ross' Fortune 1 TrailerChao Cam PicturesRoss' Fortune 1 Trailer5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*Scene: The Execution Day of a Raichu wearing 16th century explorer clothes. A Sceptile is the executioner, and a Swellow is the judge. The Sceptile places a noose around the Raichu's neck, but the Raichu looks calm.*
Swellow: (Sir Isaac Chumandi of Sinnoh you are found guilty of piracy in Hoenn waters, destruction of Hoenn vessels, and stealing from the king and queen themselves. You are sentenced to hang by the neck until dead. Do you have any last remarks before your sentence is carried out?)
*The Raichu, Sir Isaac looks up at the judge, a smile on his face.*
Sir Isaac: (Death is inevitable. Although I fear it, I also embrace it, for it is only the beginning of my tale.)
*Scene shows the back of Sir Isaac's right ear that twitched upwards right before a bag is fitted over his head. A lightning bolt through a heart is shown.
History of AtlantisHistory of AtlantisHistory of Atlantis5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the year 350,000 B.C., refugee scientists from Mars landed on Earth as their world was already begin to die. They landed on a small island
that was in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. When they had landed, they began to build a base and a small city so they could recreate their
civilization. By there on Earth, they realized that they need a slave race to help with buildings of cities and the mining of metals and minerals.
A team of the Martian scientists flew to the continent of Africa to find indigineous people to be this slave race of theirs, but the only race of people
at the time were Homo Erectus. The scientists captured a few hundred of these natives and thus began to experiment on them, and with these experiments came
a new race of men, called Homo Atlantea. Over the years, this new race saw their creators as gods, and some of the scientists would interbreed with
the new of race of humanity and were also worshipped as demigods. 310,000 years had passed, a
Mother to the RescueFate groaned from where she was laying on the ground. It felt as if her ribs were broken, all of them. She reached out for her staff but the whip-like sword pushed it away from her reach.Mother to the Rescue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stay where you are Testarossa. It will only hurt for a bit and then it'll be over"
The pink-haired woman spoke, her voice stern but not devoid of sadness. A book floated in the hand she wasn't using to hold the sword. Her steps were getting closer, Fate whimpered as she tried to move, her last attempt at resistance. And she fell to the ground, it hurt, it hurt so much. There was no one who'd help her, no one. Small tear ran down.
"Father... Mother... Nanoha"
Her voice trembled, another tear ran down her cheek, the enemy coming closer.
And then Signum jumped back, a crackling whip smacking the ground where she stood a moment ago.
"Who the hell!?"
The pink haired woman held her sword at the ready, her eyes focused on a point above and behind Fate. The girl turned slightly and her eyes shot wide open, b
A Wish for TanabataA Wish for Tanabata6 years ago in Settings More Like This
A Wish for Tanabata
She is Vega.
I am Altair.
I need not a boat, nor a flock of magpies to build me a bridge to her,
But merely walk a few steps and she is there.
We meet everyday, yet somehow never truly connect
The sky was alight, as fireworks blanketed the sky over Hanami village. The atmosphere giving off a sense of love, and brotherhood as the villagers celebrated. Blue, yellow, then red. An explosion of color, followed by an uproar of cheer.
Never before had such happiness arisen from the forests of Felarya as there was today, especially for two unlikely friends that sat just beyond the village temple.
"Wow! Kala-chan look at that one!" Hanami exclaimed as she viewed the spectacle above her.
Leo and the Swamp ProwlerLeo and the Swamp ProwlerLeo and the Swamp Prowler2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Request by :iconlonesin:
Warning: Contains vore. Don't like? Don't read.
Leo the Dewott sighed, content as he lied in a tree above the dark swampy forest floor. Up above the canopy the sun was welcoming, but below the swamp lied in perpetual night.
Leo needed to wait for the muck to dry a bit before he went out for food, so for now he just relaxed and stared up at the clouds in the orange sunset sky. His relaxation was disturbed however, when a flock of pidgey erupted around him from the forest, whipping him with feathered flapping wings and buzzing with a mass of random cries. He lost his balance, grabbing at the branch, and dangled by his arms as he watched the pidgey fly off, and grumbled. He began to climb back up, when a tremor shook the tree. Leo's hands slipped, and he crashed down into the muck. Sitting up, he grimaced at the grime now covering him, and jumped when the tremor came again; closer and louder. He covered his mouth when he heard a growl, an
6 Steps to Compiling a Three-Act Story Outline6 Steps to Compiling Your Novel's Three-Act Outline6 Steps to Compiling a Three-Act Story Outline8 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Creating a Plot” – Section 2 “Compiling a Three-Act Outline”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Part 1 of 2 (Link to Part 2)
Now that you have a Plot Premise, I'm sure that you have all kinds of ideas for the things you want to happen in your story—which you probably have written down in your Writing Journal. Well, today we are going to begin to organize those thoughts into groups and begin our Plot Outline by establishing a Three-Act Structure.
Step 1: Open a new word document entitled “Story Outline”
Now that we have so many pieces of your Outline ready to go, it is finally time (if
Amber's 18th B Day BondageWHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!Amber's 18th B Day Bondage8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
GET UP! YOUVE OVER SLEPT! YOU NEED TO GET GOING!
Amber awoke with a start, after her mothers brutal toll on her bedroom door. Pulling the covers off of her, she revealed to herself that she was completely naked, having taking her clothes off during the nights sleep. Dragging herself out of bed, she stood in front of her mirror, looking at her bare body. She was dirty blond, with long hair, both smooth and flowing. Her eyes were a combination of blue and green, which magically turned to either color, depending on what she was wearing. Her skin was lightly tanned to a combination of peach and light brown.
After looking at herself for a while, she decided it was time to get dressed. She went to her dresser, and looked for suitable clothing. She finally decides to put on a nice pair of a white bra and white panties, both with pink and white striped trim. Amber wanted to save her sexy lingerie for her boyfriend tomorrow, the date of Am
GLaDOS - VoicesIt has been just a few days since your programming began. You are nothing more than a round core of circuits; you are delicate, feeble, barely wrapped by a steel skeleton.GLaDOS - Voices4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the desks, the projects already say otherwise. The lines on the paper build complex maps, tracing a huge future for you - they show hundreds of wires and embroidered metal boards, a high-tech hard disk, and what, so they say, will be the most precise system of lenses in the world.
You wait, patiently. Your senses are still dim; the small optic is weak, whereas touch, smell and taste won't exist in your world.
Most of all, you hear. You hear their speeches, you hear their laughs; you hear a male voice repeating orders, as your supervisors type them in. Simple instructions – simple footage of experiments, with audio comment.
watch - and - learn
Always, every working day, you hear them say that you will become something great. You believe it – it is a fact, a truth like any other.
A night you can
Senna and Ichigo Story TeaserThe dream I can't I need I need to remember it.Senna and Ichigo Story Teaser5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ichigo laid in his bed, staring out the window and up into the night sky, thinking, thinking hard. His orange brows were creased with concentration, and a scowl was set upon his face as he thought.
There was a woman, a fair looking woman, with dark purple hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes were amber, a deep, beautiful amber that held such warmth that it could sooth even the coldest of hearts.
Ichigo's eyes narrowed as he tried to recall the rest, reaching into his subconscious and grasping whatever else he could of what happened.
We were in a meadow, and she was in the distance, laughing, twirling in the wind as it whistled past her and enveloped her in its cool arms. When she saw me she stopped. She stopped moving, going into complete stillness. She hardly even breathed, as if her own breath had caught in her throat.
We both just stood there, looking at each other, neither one of us mak
West point highWestpoint highWest point high6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Catherine and Stella were heading down the school corridor. Both of them were wearing white tennis shoes in addition to the mandatory school uniforms of Westpoint High, girls school: white blouses, blue mini skirts and black opaque tights.
Hurry up," Catherine complained. She was obviously annoyed. Despite her friendly and calm nature, she got impatient from time to time. She had just turned 19 and was a beautiful and smart girl. Catherine worked hard for school and liked everything neat and orderly. Her school uniforms were hardly ever wrinkled, her shoes were always clean, her long red hair was neatly braided. She was the complete opposite of Stella.
Her friend was following closely behind her . She was a bit shorter than Catherine and had trouble keeping up. Not because of her physique, though. She was 18, several months younger than Catherine and just as athletic. But her character was very different. The blonde got into trouble a lot and most of the
The mannequin in the atticThe mannequin in the atticThe mannequin in the attic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By The Shadow Demon
(Woman into mannequin)
“This looks cute,” Bridgette says turning to her friend Emma, showing her a low cut pink singlet.
“Low cut, are you trying to get every boy to look at you?” Emma asks. Bridgette just gave her a smirk as she puts the singlet back. Both at the age of seventeen, Bridgette with long blonde hair while Emma had black, the two ever since they were ten were always into fashion and once they were finish with school the two were planning to go into the fashion industry.
“Now this is you!” Emma said grabbing a white shirt with pink decorations on it.
“That just screams girly, I don’t think so!” Bridgette said.
“Well better then these bimbo clothes that you are bringing out!” Emma explains.
“You got it, flaunt it!” Bridgette said cupping her C cup breasts and slightly jerked them up, Emma just shook her head as she returns to her shopping. Hearing her
OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She ran, her heart pumping and the crying babe in her arms growing heavier. The pain in her lower abdomen was like hot fire escaping all over her body. Her legs fought her desire to keep moving and she hugged her son tighter. She couldn’t stop now, not now. Gritting her teeth, she broke into a sprint. Limbs tore at her face and arms, their wicked thorns biting into her skin. Above her, the red moon shone brightly in the night, lighting the path ahead.
“Only a little farther, my son.” She panted into his silver hair.
He clung to her, his tiny fingers curling into the folds of her dress. His cry hurt her ears, but the pain was a pleasant reminder that he was still alive.
They’d meant to kill him, this alien child that had grown in her belly—her child. Regardless of his blood, she loved him. He was hers, her son. Instinctively, she adjusted her arms, wrapping them tighter around him, and kissed his forehead.
Abruptly, the path dipped low into a ravine. Swamp
CronaXMaka- Entwined 7The Angel and her Black Blooded ChampionCronaXMaka- Entwined 75 years ago in Romance More Like This
The smirking sun laughed wickedly in the early morning sky, washing its dull, warm waves of light onto the world beneath it. The light it gave bounced off the hull of the majestic Explorer of the Seas, seeming to mock the sun and the useless warmth it gave off. Sea birds screamed in the air as they darted and swerved away from the monstrous cruise ship, their spiteful mouths agape as they screamed their defiance. But the ship simply ignored them, ploughing on through the pacific ocean with almost regal grace.
Stirring in his sleep, Crona stretched beneath the covers, the warm light streaming through the open window of their suite, washing over him and warming his slender body. Not like he needed it, he was so warm already
Twisting beneath the glowing blanket, Crona felt something press down on his chest, something soft and warm wrapping itself around him and hugging his chest. But this barely registered to his sleep filled mi
John at 3:16Dear Jesus Christ,John at 3:163 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about JohnJohn who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you believe in Jesus?"
"Of course," I said. "Don't you?"
He didn't answer. But it was Communion that day and he ate your body and drank your blood just like everyone else, and I thought he had to believe in you because you were inside of him.
I asked him once, Jesus Christ, I asked him if he believed in you and he said, "I want to. But everyone says I have
7 Steps for Ridding Your Story of Melodrama7 Steps for Ridding Your Story of Melodrama7 Steps for Ridding Your Story of Melodrama9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Melodrama, strictly defined, means a “song drama,” of the French tradition. The tradition of this story was characterized by over-the-top emotions, to the point that the character's emotions were unintentionally funny, or ridiculous. Melodrama in modern literature, is a term used for when the emotions of your characters are absurd, petty, beyond control, and seem to overshadow the story; and today I'm going to talk about overcoming the melodrama in your story. Please note that this is something to be considered in the editing process, not in the first draft. There will be melodrama—but don't worry about it until you have a whole story down on paper or digital ink.
Step 1: Identify the melodrama in your story.
If you have written a first draft with a good number of characters with different wants and desires, there WILL be melodrama. And so your first step will go to every scene where there are emotional flares—of love,
7 Considerations for World-building with PurposePLEASE NOTE THAT WHILE THIS PAGE WILL REMAIN ACTIVE FOR PURPOSES OF EDUCATION AND RECORDS, IT IS OUTDATED. CLICK HERE TO ACCESS THE NEWEST VERSION.7 Considerations for World-building with Purpose9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
7 Considerations for World-building with Purpose
“Anybody Can Write a Novel”
Chapter 1 World-building – Section 1 Story Types
With Links to Supplementary Material
When crafting a novel, the first thing you need to know is what type of story you are writing. I'm sure that anybody reading this has a pretty good idea of what they want their story to be about. But for writing with strategic purpose, it is important to answer a few specific questions. Doing so will allow you to establish and purposefully design the foundations for your world, plot, the characters in your story. So grab some
CronaXMaka- Entwined 3Embarrassing SituationsCronaXMaka- Entwined 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Maka tore through the streets of Death City, her long pig tails trailing out behind her like ribbons. Green eyes shone with excitement, and she spun on the spot, running backwards as she called out to her companions behind her.
"Come on Crona! Catch up!"
The lanky teenager in question forced down a whimper, staggering along behind her. Ragnarok lounged spitefully on his head, laughing maliciously into his partner's ear.
"You heard her dumb ass, faster!! Seriously, Black Star needs to get you to work out more. You're pathetic!"
This caused Crona to pale visibly, and he shook his head, breaking out into a faster run than before, legs stretching out as far as his robes would allow.
"N-no!! Not that!! I don't know how to deal with more of his work outs!! He almost killed me last time!!"
"Well then get your ass moving!! Whiny little shit!"
Crona finally managed to catch up to the bubbly Meister, falling in beside her. She smiled happily beside him and slowed h
CronaXMaka- Entwined 6Mess Hall MayhemCronaXMaka- Entwined 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stumbling along helplessly, Crona resisted the urge to groan as he was dragged bodily behind his beloved, Maka tugging him along by the crisp sleeve of his charcoal grey button up shirt. All the while he struggled hopelessly with the white tie hanging precariously from around his slender neck, trying desperately to fit it in place.
Why he was dressed the way he was, he didn't know, but Maka had insisted they dress at least somewhat formally for the occasion. Since this was the first official dinner on board their ship, Maka was adamant everyone would be dressed the same way, as if to make a good impression on those around them. Not only that, but Crona had a nagging feeling that the Meister was trying her best to impress those around them, as if she hoped to make up for their hopelessly late arrival by showing themselves off at their finest.
Trying his best to hide his stares, Crona looked away from the girl before him, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
CronaXMaka- Entwined 4More than what Meets the EyeCronaXMaka- Entwined 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The grinning sun shone brilliantly over the streets of Death City, lighting up the cobbled roads and reflecting off the water in the various fountains. Citizens and students bustled this way and that, enjoying their Sunday morning and appreciating what time they had before they had to go back to work at the start of the new week.
Well, at least they were happy. The same could not be said for Maka Albarn and her companions.
To say the least, Maka was thoroughly annoyed, and more than a little put out. They had woken up early as planned, they had everything packed and ready by the front door, everything had gone according to plan or so she had thought.
But then they had lost one of the tickets, and all hell had broken loose in their little apartment. Tables had been turned over, books thrown everywhere, bed spreads ripped and torn apart in a mad dash to find the missing ticket. Ragnarok had even had a near death experience when Maka, scream
CronaXMaka- An Angel's Touch 3Finding Proof of HeavenCronaXMaka- An Angel's Touch 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
The young pink haired lover ambled through the arched gateway of a small park just outside of Death City's limits. The cobbled path he took lead him up a grassy hill where a fiery red maple tree stood in stark contrast with the light blue of the midday sky. As he reached closer to the maple tree he spotted golden strands that seemed a sweeter color than any syrup the tree could ever hope to produce. Her tank top matched with the clear sky and her tartan skirt the same as the yellows of the brilliant sun and blazing leaves that scattered the ground below her. All of this was outshone by her scintillating smile as she eagerly waved her arm at him.
A shy smile reached his lips as he saw her for the first time that day. Overwhelmed he sprinted up the rest of the path and through the grass to where she stood, and with a small oomph collapsed into her body wrapping his arms around her waist. Maka tenderly wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as she regained
CronaXMaka- An Angel's Touch 2Murphy's Law Couldn't Be More WrongCronaXMaka- An Angel's Touch 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
The group of giggling girls entered Death City Mall through it's automatic sliding doors. Liz and Tsubaki looked to the small blonde meister as they studied her from head to toe as Blair led them through the brightly lit and glittering mall.
"What do you think, Tsubaki? Should we get something more dangerous for her? Something revealing and enticing that he wouldn't be able to control himself?" Liz discussed twirling around Maka, a finger gently poised on her devilish smile.
Tsubaki let her mind wander on the thought. "I think he would die before they even got to the main event! I think we should dress her in something, more innocent."
Maka didn't hear a word they said as they discussed the various outfits she would try on soon. She was lost in thought, she felt a tinge of guilt for leaving this morning without even saying one word to Crona. She could imagine his body droop as Soul tells him the news. Though, she knew she'd see him again
CronaXMaka- An Angel's Touch 1Crona's IntrigueCronaXMaka- An Angel's Touch 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
A soft breeze that blew in from an open window rustled Maka's golden strands who nestled into the arms of a lanky teenage boy. He looked through his lavender bangs staring at her content smile while looking out into the sleepy setting sun. He gently rubbed his hand up and down her arm comfortingly, a smile at his lips hardly believing that he was even there with her.
Maka looked up at him with a peculiar face, one of happiness and a tinge of apprehension. "Do you know what tomorrow is, Crona?" she asked in a soft voice.
Crona looked at her, his smile grew knowing very well what she was referring to. He kept track of everyday, cherished them even, since the day she said yes to being his girlfriend. He gave a small nod. "It'll be our one year anniversary," he said happily, like a child answering correctly to a teacher's question.
She knew he wouldn't have forgotten. "That's right. And I have something special in mind for it."
Something special? "Wh-what more could
To: Senna _ Memories of NobodyOne day I saw you,To: Senna _ Memories of Nobody8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a childish girl,
With purple hair,
And Orange eyes.
You came with your beautiful smile,
With your energy.
I had time to know you,
I had time to admire you
I had time to fight because of you...
But, in the end,
You looked at me,
And you said:
I'd rather sacrifice myself,
Than let you die!
As My Black Heart Beats (An SE CroMa Fanfic)Darkness coated day as a black shroud, seeping in every last drop of light until the world was blind. A specific pink-haired meister stood in the cruel midst of it, indulging in the sweet cool breath of the nightly abyss. Like a drug, it swept throughout his entire being, soothing his troubled mind, and putting his conscience at ease. The subtle pulse of his faint black heart's beat gently lulled him to an unconscious state of moral sleep, his body still being used, but as a puppet's would. The lullaby of the heartbeat then stopped altogether, no longer needed; as his body was already in possession of the demon within him.As My Black Heart Beats (An SE CroMa Fanfic)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The demonic figure's pupils faded into the whites of his eyes, so that only a distant outline remained of them. Liquid black poured over his hair until it dimly shone an eerie ebony. Drippy wings of the same hue painfully sprouted from either of his shoulder blades, protruding stories high above the lanky figure from which they came. As his transformation became comp