Maddest Kind of Love: PrologueTitle: Maddest Kind Of LoveMaddest Kind of Love: Prologue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 1451
Pairing: None (in this chapter)
Type: OPU (before time skip)
Genre: General, some slight humor
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from One Piece. One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda.
VTM: Important notes and warnings for future chapters will be in the artist's comment. So please be sure to read that if you are thinking of reading the next chapters.
Law was standing out on the deck of his ship, he was leaning against the rail as he smoked a cigarette. He couldn't really smell the fresh ocean air or the smoke. Instead all he could smell was the blo
65. HorrorWith a title of "Horror," you would expect me to write something of sterotypical horror; the gore and violence, or even zombies or ghosts, that the population's mind is predominantly set to when they hear "horror."65. Horror5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
No, its none of those, I'm sorry to say; but I shall speak of the horror of loneliness surrounding you, while the world around you binds together.
How would that be, for horror in life? How often do we come along loneliness and take it with much disdain? More than we encounter zombies I should think.
Some are taken by this horror much more than others; and I for one start to wonder what happens later on down the road if they le
44. Two RoadsTwo roads stood in front of me, both signifying either good or bad. On Memory Lane, the road divides, the dark side tempting me with its dark character, leading me into the terrible memories of my past; the brighter side, the one with the fonder memories pulls me away before I can walk into the deep abyss of my past.44. Two Roads5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
95. Advertisment"Heart for Sale," the ad shouted. "Complete with baggage. In need of serious repair," it screamed.95. Advertisment5 years ago in General More Like This
I'm sure with that type of advertising, his heart would never be wanted. I mean, who would want to love a heart in such dire disrepair?
Evidently me because, for some reason, this is one advertisment I'm going for.
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.5. Dreams5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him
4. Change4. Change4. Change5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
It had always moved, and I had never noticed. It moved in slow waves, as if it were breathing slowly, like old people do. 'Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung'. There was no sound, there had never benn, and I assumed there would never be. Just the movement. Like a ship, rocking on the tranquile waves of the Carabian sea, suspecting absolutely nothing while the sailors sleep and dream of home, or of tropical islands full of beautiful women.
Like a mother that dances slowly with her son in her arms so he sleeps, singing a sleeping song to him in h
An Opulent Prison...As she awoke she gradually became aware of her surroundings. It was a large room, lit by candle light. She was led on a large square bed, not uncomfortable, quite soft in fact. Her hair was loose and she was clothed in a long cotton dress. It was then she realised her hands which were folded above her head were bound, in manacles of gold with short but robust chains attached to the head board. They allowed her enough movement to sit up and put her arms almost at her sides when lay down but there was no way of leaving the bed...An Opulent Prison...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was in a prison, an opulent one but, a prison nonetheless.
The door to her right opened, showing the silouhett
Human Cookies Movie pt1Two plastic looking women stand in a small clearing, a mountainous construct behind them, they look nervous. There was a rustle in a nearby bush, one of them became nervous, but soon subsided, ignoring the moving bushHuman Cookies Movie pt14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This is Fracture the bush whispered into a branch deep undercover in Fangurl territory, I am currently disguised as a piece of their habitat, along with my crew. Today we have intel telling us that they may be hunting a new victim to their twisted beliefs, and may enact the forbidden ritual of the glomp the female reporter shuffled forward lets take a closer look now 3 bushes began to move cl
Italian BloodlinesTheories On Ezio's Lineage.Italian Bloodlines3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
By now, it isn't a secret that I'm a huge fan of the Assassin's Creed franchise. I have pretty much loved the series, and its ideas of genetic memory and heritage, ever since it first came out in 2007. Now, as the date of Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood draws ever nearer, I am strongly contemplating what the next step will be in a line that we saw commence with Altaïr Ibn La'ahad and currently ends with Desmond Miles.
Reportedly, Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood will be the final official game where we play as Ezio Auditore, the Renaissance Assassin of the bloodline. As Ezio is already in his forties during the c
Pokemon Report:Elemental Type2Pokemon Report:Elemental Type23 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The "Normal" type of Pokemon tends to have a Terran sort of cell structure. In many ways, they behave like normal animals, sometimes being confused for such. However, the "moves" Normal-type Pokemon can use vary greatly from the Earthly norm. With Normal-type powers and abilities, some Pokemon have the capacity to regenerate themselves, move at speeds unknown to other animals, shoot concentrated beams of energy, and even explode.
"Flying" type of Pokemon seem to be some offshoot of the Normal type, and as a rule tend to have wings or some kind of flight apparatus. Like Fighting-type Pokemon, they have hyper-dense muscle, but only in the musc
Porygon Origin Typed VersionPorygon is a Pokemon that was originally designed in order to test whether or not a generator powered solely by magnetic force would work. The generator would work, but only if it was used in such a way so that it was controlled and kept under care. At this realization, the idea appeared that a non-organic being could be made using this as the energy source, but only if it had the capability of controlling it costantly, whereas the required components and programs in order to make such an invention were yet to be developed... At this, scientists began to to work on these projects, while simuntaniously, another branch of the company, Silph, bePorygon Origin Typed Version3 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
SSBB Movesets No. 8: GenoSSBB Movesets No. 8: Geno5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
B: Geno Beam ~ Geno shoots a beam of energy in the direction he is facing. Move can be charged.
B>: Geno Flash ~ Geno transforms himself into a cannon and launches a ball of energy. Move must be charged for two seconds before it can be used.
B^: Geno Boost ~ Stars begin to fall from Genos feet and he launches upwards.
B/: Geno Blast ~ Geno raises his arms and sends them downward, bringing down a beam of light energy from the sky to strike directly in front of him.
Final Smash: Geno Whirl ~ Geno curls up into a ball in preparation for the attack and them swing his arms open, sending five disks of light out of his han
S.S.B.U. Assist TrofySuper Smash Bros UniverseS.S.B.U. Assist Trofy5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
= Hammer bros (Mario) : Jump and throw hammer.
= Wart (Mario) : Spit out bubble to trap opponents.
= Phantom Ganon (Zelda) : Throw some dark energy ball forward.
= Tingle (Zelda) : Make 4 random items appear around him.
= Vaati (Zelda) : Other player are now little.
= Pikmin ship (Pikmin) : Pikmin drop out from their ship and hit all the victims.
= Slyppi (Fox) : Call airwings to bombard foe.
= Knuckles Joe (Kirby) : Punch player and finish with a powerfull upercut.
= Crunch bandicoot (Crash) : Dash forward and hit with metal fist any player on his path, almost instant KO.
= Big Face (Oddworld
ArithmancyArithmancy is the magic of mathematics used to make the better of several choices. (Trust me, its far more fun than math itself!) Arithmancy uses only a few things. It requires pencil, paper, a calculator, if wished for, and a brain. (Sorry! Just can't stand boring literature stuff like this.) You use the chart below:Arithmancy7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
A B C D E F G H I
J K L M N O P Q R
S T U V W X Y Z
Then you use a name. For example, Inu-Yasha would be 95361181. No, this is not his phone number. Look at the figure below:
The number on the chart above the letter is the one th
Book of NecromancyBook of Necromancy10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There are many kinds of self-imprisonment, and many a dark arts preying upon them.
- Know Thyself, Dreamer's Handbook
Lucy slammed a book onto the table. "Look!" Her triumphant expression didn't quite match her bloodshot eyes.
Eric sipped more tea. Ahh, still warm.
"What is it? If you stop hovering and take your hands off it, we might see actually something," Rose said.
Lucy's intense expression remained unchanged, but she did raise the book so they could look at the cover.
Eric saw faded words on black leather, and a skull adorning the cover. 'Spells and Command of Unlife', a grimoire of necromantic arts. Marked on the bottom with smal
More Than I Can Handle - Part 1"I never actually met him to be brutally honest with you..."More Than I Can Handle - Part 15 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A suited lawyer and a man in his early twenties were standing on the hill next to the three story house.
"I understand, you're not the first person in a situation like this. Either way I am very sorry for your loss and I hope you will find solace in that your Uncle did leave the entire house, no strings attached to you."
The young man was quite perplexed. This is the sort of thing that would happen in some generic fish-out-of-water movie. Someone inheriting a massive house from a completely unknown relative. This sort of stuff is just plain unrealistic and weird.
"Are you... a
Introducing Mira Introducing Mira the Rus'Introducing Mira2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-The sun was beginning to set over the city of Kiev. The clouds began to roll towards the Asian steppes and the stars began to pierce through the night time sky. Snow covered the streets, the house tops, the stone walls, everything. Lamp lighters began making their rounds. The average Kievan citizens retired for the evening. Parents called out to their children who were busy playing in the snow. Night time was no place for a child. The night belonged to an entirely different cast of characters. Soldiers from the local barracks
Karin's TearsKarin's Tears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was chilly November afternoon and sixteen years old Karin Kurosaki was sitting in her room, extremely bored, doing her calculus homework. It would probably ruin her tomboy and free spirit reputation, if someone saw her studying. However, she couldn't care less, especially because she did not really have anything better to do
Karin looked outside the window and dazed of. She did not like winters like this one, gray and dry, with wind freezing you to the bone the very moment you set your toes outside your front door. No, the winter she loved was the mild one, cold, but with fuzzy white snow
Karin glared at the books on her tabl
Execution SquadExecution Squad1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My Hit Squad in League of Legends! http://euw.leagueoflegends.com/en
My previous account was blocked, go figure. But, I will return, and my squad of awesome ladies will strike back.
To explain, from left to right:
Annie: Although young, she managed to turn a fierce dangerous Shadow Bear into a teddy bear, and turns it back when needed to fight for her. Also, she's a pyromaniac, and loves the smell of burning enemies in the morning.
Caitlyn: The trigger happy Sheriff of Piltover, using her sniper rifle to tear holes into her enemies and bring law and order in a "shoot first, ask questions later" style, making her town crime-free in a very
Dominion ch 7Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I just love having the whole house to myself for an entire day while my mother spends her day at work.Dominion ch 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sleep in until almost noon, waking up from a long, peaceful sleep free of any nightmares, thanks to taking my little magic pills right before bed. I take another as soon as I get out of bed, just as a preventative measure.
Despite my foggy brain, I crawl out of bed and walk into the kitchen, not bothering to change out of my white t-shirt and boxers. I scratch my scalp through my shaggy bed hair, my long fingers getting tangled in the thick locks, as I peer into the fridge. I take out the container
Dominion ch 3Dominion ch 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I usually wait a while to take my pill in the morning. I like to wait until I'm fully awake before I sedate myself all over again. But today, I took my meds as soon as I woke up. After what I saw, it was a necessity.
While I slept, I had the most frightening dream. I was in the middle of a room, and I was surrounded by shadows. At least, that's what they looked like. Normal shadows are two-dimensional and only appear on a surface, not as a solid three-dimensional figure standing in mid-air. They were all solid black, though their edges were faded, just like shadows, with the shape of a head on top of their square shoulders, and stood almost
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead"I'm sorry."Every Planet We Reach Is Dead2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He whispers it. He very seldom whispers. I don't know if anyone but me has ever heard him speak in such a quiet manner. But it's understandable. He's exhausted.
I hold him close to me. Under the bandaging, my chest hurts. I don't need stitches but I would've if the wound went much deeper. It probably wouldn't hurt, though but I don't want to. I'd have to answer questions then, and people wouldn't understand. They'd try to take him away.
It'd be easier if I could just holler for Medic. He'd fix it with no comment but rolled eyes. But Medic's home in Germany. The war's been long over.
I slide the helmet off Jane's head. H