chapter 14 Cole and AvaCh14 Things get...confusingchapter 14 Cole and Ava4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ava woke up groggily. To her amazement she was no longer on top of Cole's chest and quickly struggled to figure out her surroundings. It was always unsettling to not know exactly where you where in a giant world. As her head cleared, she saw that Cole was now sleeping on his side, his head facing her, and she was down near his chest where it met the bed. His hand was a wall on the other side of her and it was clear that he had continued to hold her close to him throughout the night. Slightly flustered, she was surprised she hadn't woke up during all that movement in the night. It wasn't as though he could get away with much sneakiness around her. Due to his size he had the tact of an avalanche. She figured he had purposefully done so as she was still carefully situated. Having figured out where she was, Ava laid back down and continued to relax since Cole was still sleeping. Her eyes traveled up his bare chest. His very toned, bare chest. She watched it rise
Forbidden giant love ch 3Chapter 3Forbidden giant love ch 34 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Shut up! Said Jhon quiet and coverd there mouths so the giant shouldent wake up. They looked at it again and now they looked closly so they could see everything. That the boys saw was a giant women. They saw her face and it was beautefule. She had white skin, red pink lipes, brown hair.
- She lookes like snow white. Said Kevin.
- Yes she realy does. Said Jhon and got up to his feet to look at something that he had seen when he was getting there.
- Think to have her as a mother. Said Aaron but thought loude.
Jhon got to the place where the thing was and sat down to see a mirror as big as his bed at home. He looked in it and saw himself. He had brown red hair and green eyes. He had got it from his mother did his father always told him. He touched his cheek and in the mirror did he have like brown green skin. He had got it from his father. He looked at Kevin and only saw his red short hair peeking up behind his back. Kevins eyes looked like his f
Dry Clean OnlyDry Clean Only9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is nothing on earth I abhor more than laundry day. It is the eater of a thousand productive hours, the devourer of days on end. Each moment of procrastination, from the point at which you first start looking very carefully at a shirt that any rational person would discredit as dirty, to the point where you no longer have any other underwear to turn inside out feeds the beast, waiting for that enviable day off, when you naively think to yourself:
"Well, I've got a little time to kill, might as well do a little laundry."
Next thing you know, it's 10 years later and the man who used to be the kid next door is going through your pockets, and has already taken the time to write "GONAD" on your forehead in sharpie, and the most interesting thing about you, is your bumper stickers.
Save a cow, eat a vegetarian
My wife's other car is a broom
Osama loves your SUV
Laundry day has consumed your youth.
Multiply your dread by ten if you have to leave the sanctity of your house to launder your
AustriaxReader: Insomnia You strolled down the hallway, everything so dark and silent. Rubbing your eyes softly, you blinked out exhausted tears. For some reason, your body refused to let itself rest for the night and you were trying to make yourself fall asleep.AustriaxReader: Insomnia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Silently walking down the halls, you hoped that maybe you could burn off some energy and sleep easily tonight. As you walked, you passed by Austria and Hungary's rooms.
Continuing down the hall, you heard one of the doors open. Turning around, you hoped to find Hungary, feeling that she'd go a bit easier on you. Only you turned to face a pair of tired violet eyes. "___________...? Vhy are you up so late fräu...?"
Turning completely around, you spoke in a hoarse and exhausted voice,"I-I couldn't sleep...so I-I tried to just get myself tired..." His eyes showed a bit of mistrust and he raised one brow. "I-I'm serious..."
Austria came up to you, taking your hand and squeezing it softly,"Here, come vith me." He led
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
The Gentle GiantRobin Hood on one occasion being hunting with his men and finding the sport to be poor, said:The Gentle Giant9 years ago in Historical More Like This
"We have had no sport now for some time. So I go abroad alone. And if I should fall into any peril whence I cannot escape, I will blow my horn that ye may know of it and bear me aid." And with that he bade them adieu and departed alone, having with him his bow and the arrows in his quiver.
Passing shortly over a brook by a long bridge he met at the middle a stranger.
And neither of the two would give way to the other. And Robin Hood being angry fitted an arrow to his bow and made ready to fire.
"Truly," said the stranger at this, "thou art a fine fellow that you must draw your long bow on me who have but a meager staff"
"That is just truly," said Robin; "and so I will lay by my bow and get me a staff to try if your deeds be as good as your words."
And with that he went into a thicket and chose him a small ground oak for a staff and returned to the stranger.
"Now," said he, "I am a match for yo
Titch :: Chapter 18James stood before her, handsome, tall, and imposing. His movements held dignity, as if the very air around him bent to his will. It was the first time Karyn had seen him in the natural light of day, and seemingly, in his natural environment. There, in the crisp breath of morning air, James felt at home. He was not burdened by the usual formalities he so conformed to and felt utterly at ease.Titch :: Chapter 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only inches away, the tiny girl was perched delicately on one of the small stone pillars that lined his garden. He looked at her with curiosity, overtaken by the sheer impossibility of it all. Never in his life could he have imagined such a miracle; it baffled him to no end. Karyn appeared chilled and frightened, a look he was becoming accustomed to. He wished he could offer some comfort, yet had no true understanding of the predicament at hand. With a sigh, he plucked her from her pedestal, placing her squirming figure in his palm, and walked slowly about his verandah.
Karyn's heart jumped as she
Of Titans and Titanium [short] Jack and PitchOf Titans and Titanium [short] Jack and Pitch2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Of Titans and Titanium [short] Jack and Pitch
For the lovely Janusbouu, for being my favorite artist
And for my wife, whatever you’re doing when you read this, you’re always in my heart. Always.
Of Titans and Titanium [the short story] Jack Frost and Pitch Black
I’ll be yours
There isn’t much to their relationship when it first began. It’s threatening, if anything else—at least, just in the beginning. There is the occasional glance, but mostly just snide remarks and ignored snarls, seeping hatred, some taunting Nightmares, but then Pitch delves down into his pit and disappeared for days on end. Jack doesn’t mind those days of utter silence, they remind him of the days before he was a Guardian—when everything was just fun.
Pitch is ever eager to ignore Jack, regardless of how closely they are housed. North warns Jack of this, but the Frost spirit knew Pitch was weak and wouldn’t be crawling out of his h
The KrakenThe Kraken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
CamaroAs all good stories start, this one begins with a dead man.Camaro9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dead man in question is the lover of my wife. Well, was. It's going to take me some time to get used to that. I worked with him at our garage for 18 years, banging away at the shit rednecks bring into a garage. Little did I know, he was banging away at my Patricia. Yeah, I call her by her first name. But she demands it. You see, the only thing that sets her apart from the worthless trailer park trash we all are is an attitude that would make Jesus pull the spikes from his wrists or wherever, hop off the cross, and take out the trash. My Patricia.
"Franklin, get the fuck back in 'ere".
Speaking of which, that's her.
"Franklin, you ass, get'n 'ere before someone calls the cops."
Now, I've just given her lover an acute case of tire iron to the head. So why's she want me back in the house, instead of in jail? Good question. Now, a better one would be why is it she's carrying a suitcase.
"Aww, Franklin, why'd you go and do that
Recycled DreamsI was halfway down the second floor apartment stairs when I realized I'd left my left arm on the table.Recycled Dreams4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's no surprise of course, for I've always had a habit of misplacing important things like keys, documents, and identification cards, but to leave one’s arm on the table is truly embarrassing. I would have run back to get it, but the bus driver is always a bit early on Tuesdays and I could already hear the distant hum of the engine making its way to me. And it's not like I really need it for work anyway. So I left it behind.
It's penguins and oranges today; my latest client is a fairly normal one. The last dreamer wanted marsupial martial arts masters in Atlantis. In space. You would think putting dreams to canvas is an easy job, and you'd be right - but truly I wonder about humanity at times. Subconscious wanderings are laid bare to my paintbrush - they get their dreams, and I don't fall apart entirely.
Morpheus is upstairs. I know because I can see the color runn
Of Half-Filled WordsShe is not a flutterbird.Of Half-Filled Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her fingers are skittish,
her smile is not.
Do not fear that you will
drive it away.
Sadness is her fumbling limb.
It is unwanted, yet
When it is January
she will tell you,
"I am still struggling.
And I am becoming so many people
all at once.
A conglomeration of beauty that
I have managed to mangle.
Please, do not be sad for me."
Sometimes her sorrow is
meant for you. But mostly her.
Those specks and spots
of ocean storm lulls
reveal her truths:
ones she does not want
to extract from herself.
Her heart is not a rabbit.
When it beats
faster, faster, faster,
you need not
run harder to catch it.
The Scout and the Crab chp. 9Chapter 9 - The Unfortunate TruthThe Scout and the Crab chp. 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spycrab awoke to annoying trilling of off-key whistling, followed by the heavy footsteps. He cursed to himself when he realized the sun hasn't even risen and already the RED team was up and about. Yet another reason, he noted, why the RED team had gotten sloppy: they went to bed late and woke up too early. The Spy turned slightly and looked up at the Scout, who was still fast asleep, laying on his stomach with his face buried into the pillow as he lightly snored. The former-Frenchmen had to admit that when the Scout wasn't yelling or acting like a complete dick, he was rather...cute. It was an attribute he never would have thought about his enemy, but since he had to trust this young man with his life for the time being, he decided to change his opinion on the Scout. Part of him was mournful that eventually he would have to return to killing the boy, but that was how he was paid: to kill anyone who wore red.
"Guten Morgen, Scout!" the
Gataki mouGataki mou2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was always sunny where he was. An occasional cloud would pass over the sun, but sandy winds would quickly protest and sent it away. The heat was nearly unbearable, even for those who had been born and raised in the forsaken desert.
Heracles knew what the people in the caravan thought of him. As a Greek boy, sold into Egypt along with his brother, they thought him of less worth. As a slave, they thought him a strange contradiction. He was often found sleeping and lazing about, but he never left a job undone. His broad shoulders carried dense muscles that held the capability to lift an ox right off of the sandy ground.
It was no mystery, the man was strange. But needed much y the large caravan. His exemplary way with the animals and strong back made him valuable. The same couldn't be said as much... for his older brother.
"Oi! There you are!" Sadiq's gruff and annoyed voice sounded in the Greek slaves' ear. Heracle's sleepy green eyes looked up to meet his brother's. "Playing with the
Singing From the Same Hymn.Singing From the Same Hymn.Singing From the Same Hymn.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They’ll never know
And we won’t hold it against them.
It’s not like they owe
It to us to make us feel like men
And women that are destined for greater things.
They have a higher purpose and calling.
It is they who have a bigger say in the world we live in.
Yes our lives may be predictable and boring.
But we have all in some way earned our positions.
In this life there are followers and then there are leaders,
And it’s the leaders that make those cut throat decisions.
Just like in school, you have the underachievers and the divas.
They have abilities and talents that are deemed useful
And it doesn’t matter whether they are dishonest or truthful.
Because we will still look and depend on them regardless
And the routines we enact everyday are ordinary and far less
Interesting, glamorous or meaningful.
That’s why we need them to be on a pedestal.
They can never know what its like,
To be so close to the lime light.
Waiting to se
Gravity of Devils [two] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackGravity of Devils [two] Jack Frost and Pitch Black2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gravity of Devils [two]
A few months passed, maybe even an entire year before they met again. Jack needed his space, and the Boogeyman gave it to him—after all, he had made children believe in the Boogeyman again, and Pitch felt he owed the boy that much at least.
Pitch never properly thanked him either. He could remember the day perfectly! How Jack had appeared before the children who could see him and told them stories of the hideous Boogeyman who haunted their dreams and closets and hid under their beds till morning.
Those children believed in the Boogeyman then, and their fears fueled the Boogeyman’s return to power temporarily, giving him enough juice to send out at least a few Nightmares to other children—and his power crept back into the darkness, into his very blood and through his veins—and his reign became supreme once more.
And even now, as Pitch stared up at the flurry of ice and the volley of snow balls being pitched to and fro wh
The ClashThe Clash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take that feeling of hopelessness
And wipe it from your face
That frown will get you nowhere,
And yet nowhere you will go.
Listen to the snow that breathes
On this glacial mountaintop.
The summit watches you, and it
Laughs at your marked cowardice.
It is telling you to turn away,
For the God that rests atop this crest
Holds a crown of blizzards,
The blood of dragons on his collar.
Slicing open the girths of faeries
That bleed harsh cold and despair.
A boya saplinga man like you
Could never brave the victorious screams.
You trudge onwards, yet,
Like the fool that you are.
Can you hear that sound, above
This blistering hurricane of ice?
It is him, and he is roaring,
Cackling at your vain cries and struggles.
He taunts you with his voice, daring you
To reach the top and touch him.
The exit is a solace to the scorching,
But you are not alone.
Upon this mountaintop, you have
Not even one,
He is in the distance, and yet
A SniperxScout drabble"Hey, Sniper...?" Scout said softly, leaning against a tree trunk in a large green pasture. Sniper, Who he had been addressing, pressed his back against the opposite side, his hat tipped down to shade his eyes from the bits of sunlight filtering through the leaves. These moments of peace in nature had become routine for them.A SniperxScout drabble4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few months ago, in the dead cold of winter, BLU had decided that it was time for their agents to move to a new base of operation. It was a mass of shouts, loud noises, and rushed packing. Well, most of those were from the soldier, but it was stressful all the same. Scout's things fit into a single suitcase, but he smiled as he realized that it felt a little heavier than when he had first stepped off the train at Well. The trip was drudging, but made a tiny bit more comfortable by the pair of warm mittens the Pyro had found time to make him. He was still wearing his brother's ruddy hand me down coat, but the soft warmth on his hands made him forget the slight chi
Captured Ch. 1CapturedCaptured Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I dashed between the trees in the forest, trying to get home as fast as possible. I didn't want to be outside at
night. It was only 6:30 but the sun was almost completely out of sight. I had gone into the nearby town for groceries but I
couldn't find any freaking milk and had to keep running from store to store and that wasted about an hour of my time.
I started to come up to the swiftly flowing river and came to a stop on the bank. I had set a few stones across the middle
when I was a child so that I would be able to walk across. They had been almost completely submerged now and I had to be
careful going across.
I slowly stepped onto the first rock and it felt relatively dry. "Hm. I guess the water didn't go over them too much
today." I thought to myself. Thinking that it was relatively safe I started jumping from rock to rock. I was hlfway across
already!I'm gonna make it home before nightfall! Then my foot slid off the rock and I fell into the five foot deep cold water
At the Jasmine Dragon 3At the Jasmine DragonAt the Jasmine Dragon 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter Three: Social Networking
[Zuko Ahi'haku has sent you a friend request]
Katara stared at her laptop, unsure what to do. She liked Zuko well enough and she enjoyed working with him now that he didn't seem so grumpy all the time. But Zuko was her manager, her boss when Iroh wasn't around. Was it alright to have him as a friend?
Well, it's not like I have anything bad on my Facebook... she rationalized hovering over the accept button. She never swore on Facebook, didn't have any inappropriate pictures and her friends never wrote anything she wouldn't want others to read. With a sigh she glanced over at the side thingy that showed her what she and Zuko had in common.
[You and Zuko]
[1 Mutual Friend]
"Aang!" she called, looking over the back of the couch. "You're friends with Zuko on Facebook?"
"Yeah," he said as he came to look over her shoulder at her open page. "Why not?"
"Well, he's kinda our boss."
"So? Zuko's a decent guy. Besides, you