Saiyuki RELOAD Episode GuideSaiyuki RELOAD Episode Guide11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Bullets are Reloaded ++RUN++
Japanese title: Tama wa Futatabi Komerareta ++RUN++
Our friends come to a peaceful little town and wore disguises to avoid unnecessary attention. Their strange behavior roused the curiosity of Seikan, a little girl whose family runs the inn the boys are staying in. With the current rumors of young women being murdered by youkais, Seikan starts to panic when she overhears the ikkhou's strange conversation and begins to suspect that they are the youkais. Later that night, her elder sister, Seiwei did not return from running some errands. Now it is up to Sanzo and his companions to reveal themselves and save Seiwei before anything happens to her.
Comment: This episode was taken from Saiyuki RELOAD manga Volume 1, Act 1: RUN.
Squirming Trap ++Wanted Dead or Alive++
Japanese title: Ugomeku Wana ++Wanted Dead or Alive++
They are hungry and tired after a long journey
A Bedroom Farce"Well, I've had it!" Ziggy groused as he tossed away another lipstick that had been worn down to a sticky nub. "It's Scary Monster who's doing this, I just know it!"A Bedroom Farce4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What makes you say that?" asked Sers, who had come into his room to borrow some hairspray.
"No one else here uses as much makeup as I do," Ziggy explained, "and I keep this room locked when I'm away. It would have to be someone with unnatural powers and a love of powders who'd manage to pinch my supplies!"
"Powers? Now, now, Ziggy, there's nothing that proves Scary Monster is an actual monster much less someone who can slip in and out of a room without being noticed. You're probably just so busy you're losing track of your supplies."
"I know I'm right! You can never trust a clown " They were still arguing as they left, Ziggy locking the door behind him.
From beneath Ziggy's bed, there could be heard the crinkling of delicate fabrics. Scary Monster care
Power Over You - Labyrinth -Jareth~ Power Over You ~Power Over You - Labyrinth -Jareth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a silence.
It's hanging in the air.
Say your right words,
Oh, clearly, if you dare.
I have the power
To make your dreams come true.
Yes, I have power
And I will take from you
That which you claim
To wish to lack.
What would you go through
To make your way
To get it back?
Here is the moment
In which the choice is made.
Such a sweet tremble...
That your voice betrayed.
Turn back, Sarah.
Turn back, before it's too late.
There is no winning in this.
I, too, am resigned to that fate.
Oh, you cower.
I was frightening. Yes, it's true.
I have such power
Such a pity...
It's further than you think.
Time is short,
And things can change each time you blink.
What would you give?
What do you say?
Do you have what it takes?
How can I live
This every day?
How about upping the stakes?
Don't try me.
Don't defy me.
Deny my power,
But you know it's true...
That I have power
It's not fair?
You say that so often.
I wonder wha
Cooking with the DukeOne could almost see stink lines emanate from the Thin White Duke's creasing brow. He had so generously offered to make dinner for the other personae, had slaved all afternoon in the kitchen, and now here the personae sat, barely nibbling at the main course.Cooking with the Duke4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His eyes flashed when they caught sight of Major Celliers chewing on the petals of a rose he had plucked from the centerpiece. "Found something more palatable than my stuffed red peppers, Major?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say more palatable," Celliers replied with his own eyes twinkling and his lips half-smiling. "But you've offered us no traditional scoop of sherbet between courses, and I have to cleanse my palate somehow."
"He has a point," said fellow military man Lieutenant Paul Von Przygodsky. "There is a certain sameness to your cooking. I mean, a salad of red peppers drizzled with red pepper vinaigrette followed by roasted red pepper soup followed by stuffed red peppers, with cand
Darkcold, dark, aloneDark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these are what the voices tell me I will always be,
who are they to judge me?
frozen, afraid, forlorn,
is this all I am,
do we only exist in words?
silent, angry, stuck,
this is how we suffer,
this is how we live,
do we have a choice,
is our fate really set in stone?
our lives are what we make them
bright, happy, warm
this is how it could be
only if we forget,
forget what we once were,
forget all the bitterness inside
noone but you can make it better,
live every day like it was your last,
because it just might be...
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
Aerith's DeathAerith's Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who knows what would have happened
If I were in your arms instead of you in my embrace
The trees encased for an eternity was a stark whiteness compared to you
Your pale skin was cold, but the blue water even colder
Ripples lapped my waist and the stagnant air was still able to brush your once-pink cheeks
The flowers may die if left untended
Your dreams would become transient if they were left to sit
These troubled thoughts diffused like red blood in water
But Forgiveness would give you a pair of wings
Meeting you lit a chandelier on my faded world
You deftly colored this unchanging existence
And your smile would replay in my dreams or nightmares?
The sky was colorless and yet, it perfectly reflected your pure innocence
You would do the same if Death took me
Tears would escape your eyes before I can fall to the bottom of the lake
Jareth x Reader: Treasure Me Pt 1Jareth x Reader: Treasure Me Pt 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
Books were a weakness of (y/n)'s. She owned two-and-a-half book shelves worth. Most of them were Fantasy and Science-Fiction, but scattered among the books were some General Fiction and Non-Fiction. She didn't purchase them on a whim. Each book had been one she'd read before, and after reading them, she wanted a copy for herself to read over and over again. (y/n) treasured every single one of them.
The young college student had her eye on a used book store she hadn't been into yet. (y/n) drove passed it many times. It was small and kind of hidden between a cafe and a boutique. The rustic sign above the doors was welcoming. After two weeks of putting it off, (y/n) finally took the time to check it out.
She pulled into a parking stall in front of the store. She had a good feeling about it as she read the sign: "Second-Hand Treasures". (y/n) knew she'd find one or two of them. Maybe three.
The bell inside the store jingled when she opened the door, its tone rich and light. It made the man
Jack's Stories, File 182: PrologueJack's Stories, File 182: Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So, uhm, I'd like to talk about myself, then. Uhm, this is awkward, haha! Alrightee. Well, I'm supposed to be recordin' these stories of mine. This is my story, or, er, I mean, this is...me. So, my friend, Paul, he's a professor, see-I mean, he was. He says I should be recordin' my stories, somethin' about passin' them on...I just hope to God I sent this back to the right time..
I'm five foot ten inches and slender as can be, one hundred twenty five pounds. Alrightee, yeah, I know I'm sickly skinny, but we're all starving here okay? Well...I mean, we're alive, but it ain't comfortable here...you know? So, I have bright red hair, I mean vivid. It's dyed, with blonde highlights, 'cos that's my natural colour. My eyes are real ice blue, with darker blue rims, like a husky-dog's. I'm really, real, pale, with cheekbones like razorblades.
Oh, you mighta noticed, I have a British kinda accent and way of speak
beh..how i make flashbeh..how i make flash9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
All spelling mistakes are copyrighted by meeeee, okay they aren't.. flash by macromedia and all respective companies and websites are named are owned by themselves. Yay. If you look for anything specific, hold control and F, or command and F on a Mac I believe, and look for the keyword there.
So let the headache begin ^^:
How to get Flash:
There are 4 ways:
A)Buy it at macromedia.com, the official way. it's expensive tough.
B)Go to shareware websites, like www.download.com, and get the trial version, so you can try for a month. You probably give up on flash after that time anyway.
C)Finding a bootleg version, which is illegal, so i won't discuss it to save me from trouble
D)finding a person who owns Flash, and can send it to you with msn/aim, but the file is huge mind you. And this is also illegal I think.. O_o;
This tutorial is based for Flash mx, the other versions might have their tools in a diffrent place, so you have to look for them then X__X
Unless you want to make
Design a country work sheetDesign a country work sheet5 years ago in Settings More Like This
For those people who needs to design their own world.
This is a form I will use from now on to help me design it faster and more complete.
original from: droemar's journal
Edited by mayshing 2010
Colors: (An example would be red, white, and blue)
Symbol: (An example would be stars and stripes.)
calender measure (time table): (Does their calender go by the moon, or sun? Or other planets?)
Races: (The races that inhabit the area, whether or not they're native.
Physical: (The ethnic description of your race: skin color, hair color, builds, dress)
Preference to fashion and beauty:
Weather patterns: (Tropical? Stormy? Cold? Earthquakes? Climate in general?)
-how the weather influence inhabitants behavior, travel
Major river and lakes?
Any construction a
Act Naturally PrologueAct Naturally Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young twenty year old woman, barley out of university stood outside the door of the offices of The Liverpool Echo, her new place of employment. She swallowed the slight lump in her throat that rose as she stared up at the small sign marking the building. This was her first job, and she was to be writing for their pop culture section as the music columnist. As she stood in front of the office she had no idea where that job would take her. Maybe it would lead to her having a big break into the journalism world, or maybe she would find something unexpected, almost unimaginable.
On a different side of the city a young man was sitting behind a drum set lightly tapping out a rhythm. He looked around at the other members of the band, wondering how he could stand them much longer. By now the man had been with the band for almost four years, and he was getting honestly tired of it. Originally he had been great friends with the front man Rory, but now the two fought constantly on this. Rory
The End.The End.The End.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I never quite expected it to be like this. So peaceful. So lovely.
I let out another breath, and the monitor beeps once more, its soft chirps like that of the sparrows that used to congregate outside of my bedroom window. I find myself thinking of home, thinking of places I'd rather be than here, dying between these colorless walls. I think of beautiful things, skies painted in shades of pink, green yellow, blue, and orange, or a field of daisies, dressed in shades of gold by the setting sun.
The soft chirps continue, but I know that they won't go on for much longer. I will die alone, here in this cold, pale hospital room.
I'll be alright, though. Surely something better awaits me at least, that's what I'd like to think.
A soft breeze picks up throughout the room, disturbing papers and sending them fluttering through the air like ink-stained feathers. I look up to see a young man with pale skin and a shock of white hair, cloaked i
The Beatle Who BabysatBeing the youngest child in his family, George Harrison was not used to being the babysitter, rather, the babysat. Needless to say, when Becca called for babysitting, George was taken aback. He left the studio early that afternoon, waving a hasty good by to Paul, John and Ringo. George walked anxiously toward Becca's house, wondering if the two children would even listen to him. He had only met Annie and his namesake two or three times before, and wasn't sure how they would take a near stranger telling them to eat their vegetables and to be in bed by nine. As he approached Becca's house, he swallowed hard and knocked on the door.The Beatle Who Babysat4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come in!" Becca's voice came ringing in his ears and he relaxed a little. George opened the door and was immediately hugged by a little blonde boy.
"'Ello there George!" George exclaimed, patting the boy on the head. Little George looked up and smiled, releasing Harrison from his gra
The Cackling Canine [Jareth x Reader (ch7)]The Cackling Canine [Jareth x Reader (ch7)]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You came-to to the warm, wet tongue of a lapping dog, all over your face, ear, neck. “Augh—no! Stop!” Sitting up, you shoed the furry creature away. It was short with long, white hair, and pointed ears, like a wolf’s. Its snout was pointed and it barked relentlessly.
“Ah, stop!” Your head throbbed and you picked up a convenient pebble, throwing it far off into the strange new dark place. The tiny dog ceased barking and chased after it as quickly as a squirrel skittering up a tree.
“Ay, s’you again,” a tiny voice nearly shouted in your ear. “Sure took a long fall, ya did.”
“Ugh, I know…it keeps happening,” you groaned, rubbing your head where it hurt and blinking into the dim space. Above you was seemingly nothing but a solid rock cave, the ceiling of which was several meters above the ground. “I’m beginning to dislike stairs.”
“I did warn you not to go down that way, din’
The Fearthe day you metThe Fear5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
was a wonderful day
you were happy
and knew that it would be great
in many years
you all lived peacefully
but then it breaked
you have begun disagreeing
about so much
I am trying to make it better
but fail every so often
to calm you down
but it's so hard
that is the perils of us
why do this have to happen?
what will happen
the day i'm not here to help?
I am trying so hard
to watch out...
Russia x Reader x America Neighbors Ivan's EndingRussia x Reader x America Neighbors Ivan's Ending3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Russia x Reader x America Neighbors: Russia's Ending
You chose Ivan.
He was sweet and he was always there for you. You went to go see him. You knocked on the door. Katyusha answered. "Oh (Name)! Come in!" She grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside and all the way up to her room. "Ivan likes you!" she cheered. "I know that's why I'm here!" you giggled a bit at her enthusiasm. Her eyes filled with glee in 2 seconds. She grabbed your wrist again and shoved you in Ivan's room. It was kind of dark and it smelled like vodka.
You walked a little more into his room and saw him. He was going through his closet with his back turned to you. You went to poke his shoulder when he turned. "Privyet again Sunflower!" He said again still smiling his adorable smile. "Hey Ivan I um ..was there something you needed when you came to my house earlier?" He nodded and you could have sworn you saw pink on his face. He was blushing!
"Become one Da?"
From that day forward you and Ivan never lef
SheShe8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He stands alone, a king of towers and stone.
A lonely rule, full of acts cruel.
A young woman, came and won.
She defeated the unbeatable, shamed the king.
A broken heart, a destiny apart.
In the middle, such a poor piddle.
An innocent, a child sent.
The battle raged, the monster caged.
Poor king, he didnt know what hit him.
He fell for the girl, unique as a pearl.
She couldnt see, the love meant to be.
A broken king, empty as a ring.
Still he stands, crystals in his hands.
Will she return, his heart burns.
Only one to beat, to accomplish a feat.
She conquered the Labyrinth and bested its king.
Only she could do what couldnt be done.
His Own Adventure His Own AdventureHis Own Adventure9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Tale of the Labyrinth
The sun shone, glinting off the bright white picket fences of suburbia. The grass was green, the sky was blue, the sound of children playing filled the air. Later that afternoon the smell of barbeque would pollinate the streets. It was dull. Toby stared out of the bay window at the monotony and sighed. Life was dull. He sensed a figure behind him and looked over his shoulder.
'I don't think she's coming today, Toby' his mother stood in the doorway, drying her hands on a towel.
'She'll come; she always comes' Toby replied returning his gaze to the window.
'Well, it's awfully late… And it's just a lovely day. You should be out playing football or riding your bike.' His mother's voice held a single note of hope, as it always did. Toby didn't reply; she was always trying to make hi
Cracked Actor - Boy's Night InOne night at the household Earthling, Hunky Dory and Ziggy decided to watch soccer. In fact, Ziggy only agreed to watch with them, because he did not want to go out with the others he had a cold. And watching TV with Tommy and his room full of monitors where every single one showed another series, documentary or news was not the better choice.Cracked Actor - Boy's Night In3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So the three personae sat all on the couch and followed the match.
But instead of watching the teams, Ziggy sniffled and coughed all the time and after a while the two other men were really annoyed.
"Listen, Ziggy," said the man with the orange buzz cut. "We know you don't feel so well today. But could you please stop this? Have my handkerchief, if you want. We would really like to see the match." He spoke in a very calm tone but the red-haired Martian pouted and looked at him somewhat insulted.
"This is so boring!" he complained. "I don't understand how you two can spend your time with such silly stuff as soccer! Can't we just watc
DiscipleCome and let me kiss you;Disciple3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is an apocalypse waiting
beneath our skins.
Sins, never lacking in our love,
will be the end of us
whether you are willing,
killing or offering forgiveness
for my coming to you in the dark
of night; Under the spell of wanting,
taunting us both, or maybe
only of me. Tell me, my sweet,
have you, of us, finally decided;
one-sided or reflected:
are my cravings, my urges,
Diary Of A KilljoyDiary of a Killjoy: Cyanide PrincessDiary Of A Killjoy4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been weeks since the big four were killed. People have stopped floating around wondering what to do now. There's a system, a new hierarchy. Show Pony and DJ Hot Chimp are at the top, with me there to help along with a few others. It's weird having people look up to me, considering that I'm actually younger than most of them.
If anyone ever reads this entry, let it be known that Killjoys don't replace each other. Pony, Hot Chimp and I are not replacing the big four, but the others need people to follow. And for some reason, that's us.
I was out in the zones the other day, exploring new territories. I know that Doctor D says not to go alone, but I can't help that I want to. It's alone time, and I don't get any of that in the diner. So there I was, just riding through the desert on my bike, when I see a load of brightly dressed teenagers. Killjoy that were my own age! I pulled up alongside them and asked them which gang they're in- they're zone ca