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.
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
-Only Me- a short story-Only Me- a short story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't just exist. But I can't live either. I was never meant to live in a world like this. I'm sure of that. Where is the reality I desperately seek? Where is the end of my dream? When I wake up, will I want to go back to sleep?
I don't think I was ever born. I don't remember anything but pain. The pain I cause others. The pain inside my mind. Like a headache that never fades. If I reach out for help I drag that helping hand into the shadows. Into unknown darkness and torment. Nightmares. Perhaps I am a nightmare within a large beautiful dream.
It must be a beautiful dream. Because I met someone from outside, someone pure. Though the world is twisted and cruel she kept her sadness inside, it bloomed again and again within her soul. She came to me with a smile.
I can't remembe
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,
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to MadnessI hope you enjoy the little gift I left behind. I'd love to see your face right now as you receive it. Your blood must be boiling over, your heart racing for the horror your eyes have witnessed, your mind flooding with adrenaline to come after me. All that drive and resolve drowning that constant stoic and brooding stare. Oh, how I'd love to be standing right in front of you to witness the reaction to my present. But alas, my attention is needed elsewhere. That idiot Harley Quinn of mine cannot function properly without my lead. But don't you fret my dear Dark Knight, by the time you finished reading this I'll be waiting for you. I will be waiting on the rooftops of Gotham; they will function as our stage. The scarce stars and moon hanging over the light polluted pestilent city will be our spotlight. Join me darling for another dance in our magnificent play. I'll be waiting, I always am.Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to Madness1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Batman crumpled the note in his black gloved clutches and threw it angrily at the gr
leitmotif(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely mans hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people dont sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sams recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the first time in my life, the art is optional.leitmotif5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a reason I keep this part peripheral: this is not about drowning. Boys in deep lakes know nothing of footholds, and Noah left the rest of us grateful for something to stand on. Don't expect closure. This is about hindsight. Today, we know that we are spoiled by floors.)
Emily is seei
Nice to meet you...Nice to meet you...3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Dec. 10 2010
I stumbled upon you from pure curiosity, I saw what your amazing wood working could do.
I for some reason, kept trying my hardest to speak with you. Most people I would have just said a couple things I liked about their work, have some idle conversation, and be on my way.
But you; I just had to communicate.
You were so nice even from the very beginning, and I always thought you'd be one of those deviants that would never reply to what comments that they got.
And now...see where we are? Never have I been happier.
Then I finally, (because I'm a huge chicken, thank God for my brain being slower than what I can type...) I sen't you a message and I accidentally said "I love you" before we retired to bed.
You didn't reply that night and oh my Lord, I thought I had scared you away.
Only to realize that it was very the opposite.
We soon became very much in love, more so convienent that it was right next to Valentine's Day, and, who knew?
We stayed together for a very long time, an
Only You. Chapter 1Only YouOnly You. Chapter 19 months ago in Emotional More Like This
"Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
can thrill me like you do
and fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you
Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you..."
Batman broke down as he stopped the last missed call he received from Joker.
It all happened so quickly. Why did he have to make things so difficult for himself all the time?
"If he just calmed down and let me help him for once, then he might still be here.."
Bruce trailed off, staring blankly at his hands, the image of the limp body of the pale faced man was still in his mind. How he just lied there in his arms. Dead. How could he feel this way, towards someone w
How to survive Anime North 09When I went to my first Anime North 7 years ago, I was floored by how big it was and how overwhelming everything seemed to be. At that time, I could really have used a guide, but none seemed to exist. So if this is your first time or your 3rd time, I hope you can learn something new and get the most out of Canadas largest anime convention.How to survive Anime North 095 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
So youve bought your tickets, booked your hotel, and arranged transportation to and from the Congress Centre. Now all you have to do is count down the days right? Not quite. There are a couple of other things you should prepare for.
When youre in the Dealers Room (The area with all the merchandise), the last thing you want is to not be able to buy that special something because you spent your money on that plushie you just had to have! Make sure to save at least $100 before the con! That may seem a lot at first, but manga after manga after figurine after anime pile up and you run out
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
Exotic PartnersIt was during the second year of our marriage that I realised my wife was a large monitor lizard.Exotic Partners9 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was one of those funny little revelations that creeps up on one over time. I think the first clue came when she decided to hibernate for the three winter months. At first it did not arouse my suspicions. After all I myself enjoyed a lie-in, and had once slept in three whole hours past the alarm - on a weekday! - so I did not think it particularly note-worthy when she tucked herself in at the start of December and remained there until late February. Still, it aroused in me some small seed of doubt - for I had never before known her to go even three days without tending to the garden, let alone three months.
Her taste in gardening was minimalist, and this I applauded; it may have been one of the reasons I married her, I forget now. Instead of the silly sentimentality of a lawn or a flower patch, she insisted that the entire garden was covered in soft fl
The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,The Umbrella Letters6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask you to bring Charlie to a doctor in order to find out what is causing these problems.
Miss Edna Umber, Umbrellium Primary School
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,
After the examination of your son, we have been able to establish that he is not suffering from any apparent physical illness or dysfunction. There appears to be nothing wrong wit
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - DresscodeQuick, get dressed! Gosh dangwhere were all your clothes?Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Dresscode2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You tried to recall the last time you ran a wash. More than a week ago. That explained it.
Now you scraped the back of your dresser drawers for something that didn't break the dress code. "Arugh!" The minutes on that clock were changing far too fast. Well you had to wear something. You tugged on a really tight pair of jeans, which felt a little like a push-up bra for your butt at the moment. Shoving your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, you donned a very lacy, tight camisole with thin straps. Over that, you wore a cute graphic tee you hardly ever got to wear, because it was an off-the-shoulder scoop neck, a detail you hadn't noticed when you bought it on clearance.
You brushed your hair quickly, muttering a curse as you checked the clock again, and grabbed your school supplies, leaving the house without breakfast.
Your heart sped and you blushed as you halted your brisk-walk in front of the blue door to your fir
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
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
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
TW Inc: Air bagsAuthors note: I do not own Ford or Dodge, they belong to whomever actually owns them. I am simply using their names under the fair use act. I am not receiving any monetary gain from mentioning them. TW Inc and all things related to it are copyrighted to me. The Critical Volume internal airbag is copyright to Critical Volume.TW Inc: Air bags4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story contains body inflation and is one of the first ones I have ever written, I hope you enjoy.
Jane sighed in relief as she headed for her car, this week had been hell and she was glad it was over. "Time for a nice long weekend where I don't have to think or do anything" She promised herself, unlocking the door to her 1997 Dodge Neon and slipping inside. While not the best looking or greatest cars ever, she loved her baby and took car of it to the best of her ability.
The leather interior shone with a healthy luster, there was very little accumulated dirt or grime anywhere, not even around the knobs of her stereo! She slid herself into the car, her
So theres this girl . . .So listen, there's this girl okay? And there's just something about her that drives me mad.So theres this girl . . .2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I mean she's infuriating. She doesn't talk to anyone but that guy who lives one door down from her. And if they talk to her she just goes red and averts her eyes. Antisocial right?
And she's a bloody genius! She's always getting the highest marks on tests and she never seems to actually care. She's got a pretty happy family too, good car and house. Some people just have it all.
I did hear she's no good at sports though.
Anyway, she drives me crazy.
We like the same sort of books and music I learnt. And she's pretty easy to work with. Like I said before talking to her is hard but once you get going you realise that actually she's pretty witty. She had me in stitches that time we had to do a project together.
It really gets on my nerves you know, the way she hides behind her hair. I mean its not that she's my type or anything, but I like her eyes. They shine somehow and always look as though she's