ReaderxCursed Doll! England-- I'll Help You Pt 8FINAL CHAPTERReaderxCursed Doll! England-- I'll Help You Pt 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You pulled Arthur out of the restaurant and, totally ignoring your car, you led him to a nearby park a few blocks down the street. You refused to slow your pace after what had happened. You wanted to just run to the end of the earth to escape Alfred at this point. You had always known the American to be impulsive and hardheaded, but you would have never pinned him as the person to ruin an entire evening!
When you reached the park, you allowed yourself to slow to a gentle walk, a welcome relief to Arthur who was tripping over his feet the entire way. You looked at the clock on the church tower across the street. It was just after four in the morning. Alfred had to blow the last two hours you had with Arthur tonight. You and Arthur sat down by the fountain and sat in silence. After what seemed like an eternity, you broke the silence.
Tears began to flow down your cheeks. Arthur, who had turned his face from you when he sat down, didn't notice until he heard you s
CanadaxReader - WaitingCanadaxReader - Waiting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matthew got up bright and early at 8:00 am to meet you at the park, just like he did every Saturday morning. He finished his pancakes, and walked out the door with a smile.
As Matthew strolled through the park, he stopped and sat down at the nearest bench; the same bench he would always wait at. Every great day between the two of you would always start here and get better. He patiently waited and scanned around the park occasionally. He loved sitting on the bench and watching you run to him from afar, apologizing for being late. The way your face would be flushed from running full-speed, and you're babbling excuses for your tardiness was found oh-so amusing to the Canadian.
It had just turned 12:00 pm when a few more people strolled by through the park. Yet, Matthew waited patiently with that un-dying smile.
At around 3:00 pm, Alfred happened to stroll by and notice Matthew sitting on the bench. "Hey bro, how's it hangin'?" He asked with his overly-enth
Running Away With Sexy Men Chapter1 HetaliaxReaderRunning Away With Sexy Men Chapter1 HetaliaxReader2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Full Summary: Dear mom and dad, I'm safe and still alive but, I won't be home for awhile. I ran away with the personified Nordic 5 and Baltic Trio. So when I come back home, it'll be with one of these sexy men!
You closed your laptop shut for the night. It was now ten-thirty p.m. and it was about time for you to stop watching Hetalia and started getting ready for bed. You walked over to your dark purple bed and pulled the covers away so you could get under. You climbed into bed, pulled your blankets up, then shut off your lamp on the nightstand.
"Goodnight sexy men." You said as you blew a kiss to your Hetalia poster on the ceiling, you then closed your eyes and fell asleep.
Your first name was [Y/N]. At your school when anyone said your name then the two words that came to mind was: Hetalia Fangirl. You were, sadly, the only girl in your school who adored anime, manga, and Japanese stuff and especially the anime Hetalia. It was kick-ass educational and it had sexy men in it! But,
Proof of GodTo start off, I'd like you to take a moment to consider why it is you don'tProof of God3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
believe our God exists.
You cannot stay in a state of lacking belief in God. After all, my dog doesn't believe in God, either, but she's not an atheist. To state that you simply don't believe is not sufficient. There must be a reason. On a similar note, I don't believe "blind faith" is sufficient either. I don't just "believe" in God, I have reasons for my beliefs. Either you have accepted the idea of God, or you have rejected it.
So what is the cause for your rejection? What is the basis that you found this view on? When put under speculation, is it adequate? Is it flawed? Is it subjective? This first section of my "essay" deals with reasons you might have for rejecting that our God exists, and refuting them.
I believe there is no God because . . .
1. There's no proof.
That statement is subjective. I'm probably going to use this word a lot, so here's a quick definition: subjective means biased or one-s
World Conference: Introductory ChapterYou took a deep breath as you pushed open the doors to the World Conference building. You had never been more nervous to start a new job. You walked into the lobby, looking around sheepishly at the busy people rushing through. You had no idea where to report to or even who to ask; the receptionist was on the phone. You took the opportunity to take in the surroundings. The décor was delicate, and you contemplated taking a seat in one of the plush armchairs. You had barely sat down when someone called your name. You stood up again right away.World Conference: Introductory Chapter2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"[Name]? Are you ready for the new job?" A tall man walked towards you, his blonde cowlick bobbing comically. It was America, the one who had gotten you this position.
"Ah, yes. I'm so glad you're here. Do you know where I'm supposed to go?"
He shook your hand as a greeting. "Of course, man! I'm here to escort you. Come on, I'll take you to your office," he said as he put a hand on your shoulder, steering you towards an elevator.
Skyrim: The Dragon's Bane C08The Dragon’s BaneSkyrim: The Dragon's Bane C082 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight – To Ride in Snow
The chill air plumed from her mouth as the horse cantered along the river’s shoreline. Spotting the ford to cross, Mira grinned, shot a look over to the other rider whose fair hair was flowing loose from any bonds, matching her steed’s pace easily. Kicking her heels into the horse’s ribs, Mira laughed as the horse bounded across the shallow water toward the snowy plains on the other side. The horse wickered at the sudden freedom of running. Mira could hear a yell coming from Ulfric as he urged his horse to chase after her.
They ran wildly over the snowy plain sparkling pristinely in the pale sunshine, enjoying the bit of freedom from war, politics, and the troubles of the land. It was if they were transported back twenty years when they were young and doing the same chase. Mira swerved her horse, to which Ulric laid a parallel run to Mira. Slapping the reins, Ulfric le
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
Bioshock 2 Short StoryAndrew Ryan mentioned me once, in one of his voice diary recordings. The Alpha series Big Daddy, crouched by a Gather's Garden, crying. Epsilon, that's what they branded me, the last of the official Alpha series. They stripped me of all my memories from the surface, and bonded me to a poor little girl, an orphan, and forced a Adam Slug in her stomach, making her a little sister.Bioshock 2 Short Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I loved her like my daughter, though, and I was her Daddy. Mr. Bubbles she'd call me, though all Little Sister's called their Big Daddys that. No one got near her, and I was critically injured many times for her, and even died twice, but with the miracle invention called a Vita-chamber, I'd come back over and over. However, that wasn't the same for my little one.
The Splicers overwhelmed me, pinning me down momentarily, but it was too late once I broke free, and Oh god I can remember it so clearly, the bastards killed her right in front of me! They killed my little one, and broke our bond. Oh god, it
Brooke's Birthday Balloon'sAs the bell rang for Last period to end, Jillian walked out of her class and waited outside for her two friend's, Sam and Brooke. Jillian was a Average, Brown Haired, Junior in High School, she had good grades and was a very Sweet individual inside and outside School. She waited for about 3 minutes and saw some of her other friends walk by and say Hi to her friends that walked by her. Jillian got along well with others quite easily as well. Then Sam arrived, Sam was about 2 Inches shorter than Jillian, she was Blonde with little dye's of Pink in her Hair, which were mainly down at her Shoulder's was where the Pink dye was mainly seen. Sam was also Average and had Good grades like Jillian. Sam was a very Open minded kind of Girl to. After a short conversation, Jillian & Sam walked to where Brooke was waiting for the two of them. Brooke was also Blonde, about a Half Inch to an Inch shorter than Sam. She was a little bigger weight wise, but not really overweight. Brooke was a very MusicalBrooke's Birthday Balloon's2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And They Call Her... BratAND THEY CALL HER...BRAT!And They Call Her... Brat7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
(Or, "To the Victor, the Spoiled!")
___________by Alec Deluxe_________________________
"I said I wanted LIGHT highlights, bitch!" screamed Barbie at her personal hairdresser, just before she threw a hairbrush into the woman's face. The hairdresser ran out crying, passing Barbie's mother, Candy, on the way out. It was easy to see where Barbie got her looks: Candy, at 35, still had her smoking svelte figure, and had little trouble convincing people she was Barbie's older sister. She still looked good in her skin-tight blue jeans and bulging blouse. Of course, plastic surgery helped in that regard.
Barbie clearly had the same fantastic genes--and jeans. Her sultry blond hair and curvaceous 16-year-old body was the bane of older, potential-statutory-rapists everywhere. Her young pert breasts strained at her halter top, her tight white stretch pants virtually painted on her lower body, from her round sensu
High MaintenanceHigh MaintenanceHigh Maintenance5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Inflation. No likey, No lookey!
Kurt? A voice cut across the din of the canteen Kuuurrrttt? He knew what was coming and sighed wearily, rolling his eyes at his friends who all gave exasperated sighs and annoyed glances in the direction of the voice. Each knew that there short time as a group today was over as soon as that shrill voice cut through the air.
Jeez Kurt, why the hell are you still with that pain in the neck? I mean she is hot, but seriously? Are you not tired? She never lets you hang with us. Gary said voicing the opinion of all the men round the table.
How can you deal with someone so high maintenance? Added Brian What exactly does she do for you other than order you around? Man, youre on a short leash!
KKKUUUUUURRRRTTTT! screeched the voice as it forced its way toward them before finally finding a way through the huge body of people milling around. There you are Kurt. Why
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
Left 4 Dead 2: Dark Carnival - Survival GlitchLeft 4 Dead 2: Dark Carnival - Survival Glitch2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is a SURVIVAL glitch for Left 4 Dead 2. Keep in mind that I'm not sure whether this may work in the PC version or not, I have the Xbox 360 version. I will explain the best I can and say what I know. No, I can't show this in a video because I'm too lazy :T So bear with me and I'll try to get some photos on some areas that I wasn't very clear with. Also read the description when you're done reading please.
First of all, you need to start off in Dark Carnival, Survival, in the motel to do this glitch. When you first spawn, you should see the pool. You know the stairs that are fenced off? Well in that corner there is a potted plant, go find the grenade launcher (Near the billboard.) and crouch on top of the pot. One of your teammates must jump on the fence and start jumping repeatedly with no stop, Do this one at a time. Shoot your teammate with the grenade launcher to launch them into the air. There should be an invisible boundary that your teammate can sta
Meeting the Kurosaki's (FanFic) HitsukarinMeeting the Kurosaki's (FanFic) Hitsukarin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meeting the Kurosaki's
By Cyndy-kawaii-chan / Cyndyrellah
Or the alternate name, meeting the family I dunno, Hope you guys enjoy this! It's my first FanFic published here! Please Review! HITSUKARIN FTW~3
"Yuzu! What are you cooking?" Ichigo sniffed the air.
"Must be something special" Responded Rukia who was currently next to him.
"Ah! Ichi-Nii! Could you please put this cutlery in the table? And Rukia-Nee could you please taste test this for me?" Yuzu asked
"Sure!" Rukia answered contentedly, and turned and put her tongue out at Ichigo.
'Damn... Why can't I taste what she's cooking...? Stupid midget..." Ichigo thought irritatedly but smiled at how the 'midget' was back to his side once again.
And so he started fixing the cutlery.
'Wow. We must be having the queen over or Yuzu just made a feast for dinner!' Ichigo thought surprised.
The table was full of dishes and side dishes, looked like they were from a five star restaurant
Gatorade (Batter x Reader) The Player abruptly came to a stop after trekking for hours, "purifying" countless spectres. She sat down with the backpack she had taken with her from home. (Yes, she was sucked into the game by some glitch. Hush reader.) Curiosity filled The Batter as he quietly observed from her side. The Batter had just realized he had never seen anything come from the bag. He always saw it on his Puppeteer, but never did he notice her opening it. This was the first time. Batter intently watched ______ digging in her bag, she's taken a while now.Gatorade (Batter x Reader)7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Surely there's not much in there, it's very little..."
The Batter was indeed right about that. ______ had seen Batter starting from the corner of her eyes. She decided to tease him, swishing her hand in the backpack when it only contained about 5 small items. After a few minutes, ______ grew bored, the Batter had not inquired about her bag. She pulled out an energy drink. ______ flavored G
A Precious Rainbow, Part 2'A Precious Rainbow'A Precious Rainbow, Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2.1 THE SLEEPOVER
SWEET APPLE ACRES FARMHOUSE
THE NEXT MORNING
Applejack was up bright and early at the crack of dawn. She went straight to the kitchen, and began preparing breakfast. Twenty minutes later, she quietly came into the guest room, where Rainbow was just getting up with a yawn.
"Rise n' shine, Rainbow. Got ya some breakfast here." Applejack greeted, setting a tray of hay, oats, a fresh apple, and apple juice on the nightstand next to her bed.
"How'd ya sleep?" she asked.
"A little here, a little there. Just tossed and turned all night." Rainbow replied, starting into her breakfast.
"Also, when you're done eatin', here." Applejack said, setting a hairbrush next to the tray on the nightstand.
"A brush?" Rainbow inquired.
"Yeah. Your hair's a mess. Might want to fix that." AJ answered with a chuckle.
"I'mma get Apple Bloom off to school. Give a holler if ya need anything."
As Applejack left the room and left the door open, Rainbow t
[Haruka NanaseXReader] Swapped[Haruka NanaseXReader] Swapped7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Holy shit were you panicking. You didn't know what to do because you were sure that this happened to no one else! Holy crap, what if Makoto steps in and notices this- Holy fucking god damn sh-
"Oh hey Haru. I've been looking everywhere for you! Hey ______." He greeted.
You didn't know how to react. You didn't know, but you did study him well enough. You felt your heart racing against your chest, well Haru's chest. Let me explain the situation going on here. You're not you, and Haruka is not him. In other words, Your Haruka, and he's you. In other words from the previous statement, you're in Haruka's body.
"Uhh. . ." You didn't know what to say.
You remained silent, trying to give the tall boy one of Haruka's blank stares but with your soul in Haruka's body you couldn't succeed. Makoto looked at you and tilted his head.
"You okay Haru?" You nodded.
Makoto turned towards your body, a smile on his face. "How's your day been ____-chan?"
"Fine." You answered.
Makoto turned his head towards
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's time, Scootaloo we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and
The Brass RoomThere is a world beyond my reality, and into my dreams.The Brass Room2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A magical place that isn't so special.
A room that doesn't exist, here it does. Only in my dreams.
Every time I visit this place, it's so hidden, and I don't think I should knock.
It's a tight squeeze in, but wary, things are not stacked properly, yet the never wobble, they never fall.
A room of brass where the bathroom should be.
Along the walls, overflowing shelves of lamps, cups, and containers litter the room neatly. I never touch anything, and I never know the purpose of this place.
It's a nice place, how bright but dull, a place I like to explore.
I hate to leave, but what lies beyond the imagination is left to the imagination.
Combat EngineersCombat Engineers6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The shotgun's bark thundered across the tunnel, the muzzle flash suddenly banishing the darkness for a split second. It was a split second but in that one brief moment the enemy was seen: several ragged men in dusty overalls with picks, mattocks and pistols. They added their own chaotic noise and flashes to the chaos. The enemy had the numbers, the defenders could only hope that they could hold out as long as possible until reinforcements arrived.
Mining was always a very delicate undertaking. Even more so when you were digging underneath enemy positions. Things could get even hairier if the enemy knew that you were down there, then they would send their own diggers in against you. Mining and counter-mining, collapsing tunnels, raiding enemy tunnels. It was all part of the daily underground grind that took as many lives as on the surface.
A demi-squad of Death Korps combat engineers was busy putting the final touches on a special operation objective when the enemy broke through with a
HOW TO ROLEPLAY.SO, YOU WANT TO BE THE BEST ROLEPLAYER EVARRR??!11?HOW TO ROLEPLAY.5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
HOW TO HAVE THE BEST ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE EVAR BY DAIOH--SAKURA AT DEVIANTART.COM.
DESCRIPTION: How to become a veteran roleplayer and general Jesus of RP.
You like roleplay, maybe. You go to forums on teh awesomest sites evar to play epic shit like Ninja High School as Naruto Uzumakis long-lost little sister, or Cat Boy Forest where you are a cat boy. In a forest.
Ever join a room and have nobody talk to you? Fill out tons of profiles and never get an acceptance message? Or--worst of all--get BOOTED or KICKED from the chat??!
If the answer to any of those questions are YES, take a look in the mirror son/hot stuff/baby because chances are; you are a TERRIBLE RP-er. Dont cry. Everyone sucks for a while, especially when they just start out.
Some players read the rules that the Nazi Generals AKA the mod
The Narrative OC MEMEI. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either Character One or Character Four :
III. Jealous, Character Three tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails why is that?
IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either Character Two or Character Five
V. Character Three is depressed and decides to get drunk.
VI. An event like no other takes place and Character One and Character Two get into a battle to the death. Who wins?
VII. Character Four or Character Five accidentally drink a love potion. Who do they fall in love wit
RosesYou love too much, I am told by a man with a briar heart, thorny sinews and collapsed ventricles bearing down on him, hardly beating in his tight chest. He looks at me with flat, slate eyes, chipping and eroding. His hands are dark with cigarette burns and rough with calluses; I feel them on my shoulders as he looks down at me, face collapsing in at his eyes like a dead man's.Roses2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For the first time, I realize he is dead. His briar heart dried up when winter killed his rose; my father, he is all thorns.
He squeezes my shoulders, too tight. You look like your mother, you know, he whispers, eyes shifting to the garden, to the yellow rose I planted for her. It is a rambler, sending shoots to the sky that sink back down. We never gave it a trellis. I loved her too much. And there are tears in his eyes, wet, heavy things that slip down his cheeks and on to the grass below us.
I don't know what to say, so I think of the rose, of her. I think that I'd like to send this