CC Fanfic TeaserJoshua smiled and rushed through the doors of the library, Sister Claire following close behind. "Joshua, don't run off too far!" Claire called.CC Fanfic Teaser6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I won't!" the younger blond replied, turning his head to her.
Claire gave a small smile and wandered over to a sitting section, nodding in respect to the old man who occupied a large wingback leather chair. The man grinned and sat up.
"He's in love, isn't he, Sister?" the man pointed out, gesturing after Joshua. Claire smiled back, placing her hands in her lap.
"Yes, he is. I'm happy for him," the young girl stated. She glanced over just in time to see Joshua disappear into the dusty shelves.
A Charmed Life, Part 2At night, he would dream.A Charmed Life, Part 26 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He would dream of a better life, one where he didn't have to worry about food or seeking shelter at night . . . he was back in heaven. Somehow, he had redeemed himself in the eyes of God and he felt safe, secure . . . wanted.
Mornings were a different story. Each time, he woke up and he'd realize that he'd been dreaming, a tree root boring into his back.
This morning had been no different. Weeks had gone by since he'd stolen that loaf of bread and since he'd actually had anything real to eat. Nuts and berries but nothing solid.
'Can't be helped,' he thought wearily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 'At least
A Charmed Life, Part 1This is the story about an angel. An angel named Chrono. An angel who became a sinner and thus was marked for all eternity.A Charmed Life, Part 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Long hair trailed behind him as he ran. Behind him was an angry mob of humans, torches and pitchforks in hand.
'Lovely mess you've gotten yourself into this time, Chrono,' he berated himself. 'Should have known better. Stupid, stupid, stupid!'
The self-recrimination continued as he ran on. Of course, the humans that chased him had no idea as to what he really was. All they knew was that he was some strange-looking, poor beggar that had become a thief. In order to sustain himself, Chron
MD 7: May I Cut In? I turn my head back, my ears tilting up slightly in surprise. A small orange-red fellow in a white bodysuit stares at me, the scissors atop his head widening alongside his eyes.MD 7: May I Cut In?2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I nod to him, then grin. "I'm Metalman. And you are?"
"I'm Cutman, Mr. Metalman, sir!" He bows extremely politely.
"My predecessor?" I blink, amazed. "I mean...the one on whom my design is based?"
"I guess..." Cutman shrugs. "I'un
MD Holiday: Sugarplum DanceA large tree stands in the middle of the living room of Light Labs, adorned in all sorts of baubles; I've never seen a tree like this before. I approach it slowly, leaning on my crutches while I admire my reflection in one of the baubles. There are packages strewn all around the bottom of the tree.MD Holiday: Sugarplum Dance2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"E-Elecman..." I sputter.
Elecman looks up from his crossword puzzle; it is then that I catch a glimpse of a hideous sweater with weird tree shapes across it. He tilts his head thoughtfully at me. "What's wrong?"
"What's this tree for? And what are these packages for?" I gulp. "I-I'm sorry if I sound stupid right now."
Elecman patted a
Will There Always Be Time?"I don't have time to be lying around. I've got so much that has to be done!" Protests echoed from the corner bed of Dr. Light's lab. Timeman crossed his arms, sulking, his lavender bangs tumbling into his stern blue eyes.Will There Always Be Time?3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dr. Light frowned, tucking him in. "I'm afraid you must rest. I don't want the virus taking over you."
Timeman gritted his teeth. "But resting is wasting time!"
A soft voice spoke from the doorway. "Not if you rest constructively."
Blue eyes glared up from the bed to the doorway. Elecman leaned on the doorframe, crossing his arms, a smirk on his face. He opened his eyes, glancing toward Timeman. The smaller, t
All AloneHanna Falk Cross wandered on the streets of the city by himself. It was drizzling, and Hanna was soaked, but he didn't notice. He could only think of one thing.All Alone3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One day, he would be all alone. His friends would one day tire of him, and then they would leave.
One by one.
And then his world would consist of just him, once again. It always happened that way. Hanna wasn't really sure why. Was he too hyper, too energetic? Maybe he was too much of a spazz? What did he do that made people end up not liking him very much in the long run? Even back in school, when he was constantly made fun of for his name. One person would brave the ridicule and c
Changing ResponsibilitiesTwo police robots turned over the figure on the ground at the electrical plant. Gutsman knelt at the limp body's side, large hands gripping to the small, fragile figure's arms. It was a tight, firm grip as he shook the limp figure on the ground. A head bobbed with the shaking. He could still see the chest armor rising and falling with simulated breathing. At the very least, his brother was still alive, but something was wrong.Changing Responsibilities3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something was very, very wrong.
He wasn't waking up. He wasn't moving. There was a spurt of crimson oil and cracked microchips nearby. The ground was littered with the fractured microchips that glinted in the
In The Dark, I feel you DieI sat with Hanna again as he cried his eyes out. He had been doing that a lot lately, and I knew why. It could be explained in one word:In The Dark, I feel you Die3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She didn't know she was hurting him, really she didn't. But that doesn't mean she wasn't, and still is. Each day she rejects him, and each day he comes home crying, pouring his tears for a soul who will never spare him a second glance except in friendship.
But today was worse. Today, Hanna had found Toni with Conrad, and his world had just exploded. He had screamed and ran off, or that's what Conrad told me when he called, desperate for news that Hanna was alright.
The world was out to get Hanna, t
QuickRock - DeathIn the usual times, Quick Man would always visit Rock every day. On this day, he came in with a box full of rich dark chocolate and a card he crafted yesterday with heart stickers, red and blue glitter, ribbons, and the special picture he took last week with him and Rock Man in a frame covered in more glitter and 2 out of 4 each of different colored heart stickers. He started to knock on the blue bomber's room door, blushed a bit, and gets himself prepared. " Hello, Quick Man! " said Rock cheerfully. Quick Man was a little nervous to talk so instead, he gave the gifts to the precious robot. Rock Man looked at the inside of the card and box. "QuickRock - Death3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
042. Standing Still042. Standing Still3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The metal in my chest pounds. It clangs. I can feel it pounding so hard that I can do nothing more than stand still.
Me. Standing still. Who would have thought it?
I'm always running. Running away from death. Running headlong into decisions that I later end up regretting, if it's possible for a partially-sentient robot to have an emotion such as regret. Running away from love. Running into the arms of my brothers when going gets tough. Running. Always running. I can't stop rushing. I can't help myself, you know?
I stand here in awe; I'm watching my brother fight that blue menace. It's amazing--he's getting matched, blow for bl
Soft MuseumFour weeks passed and the whole world seemed to have finally calmed down, more or less, from the panic and the inescapable doom that had threatened to envelop them all. He sighed and flopped into the soft blankets and cushions of the bed, smile on his face. Not everyone was back to normal, of course, but over all things were going well. Roll was finally running efficiently again. His smile widened, then shrunk back to normal. He was tired.Soft Museum4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But not everyone was back to normal. His dark hair spilled over the pillow as he wiggled his way under the covers and turned over. His bed was in view of the window; he could see the moo
The Passage of TimeThere was no way he could ever fathom what had been going through Wily's head as he thought to inact the plan he had.The Passage of Time5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I can't construct a robot to take care of Light's brat, then I'll have Light's brat take care of himself!
Probably a somewhat understandable idea, at face-value. But things with Wily were rarely, if ever, taken at face-value. Rather than construct some elaborate scheme of self-doubt and general confusing mindfuck to play with Rockman's head and get rid of him--as he should have--of course Wily had to go for the ridiculous route instead, steal a time machine, all that. A time machine. Just thinking
Descent into DreamsThe sea air smells good to my olfactory receptors; it's the first time in a long time that I've gotten to do something like this, what with the peaceful times and all. The boat rocks gently, and I lean against the hull with a dreamy, peaceful look on my face. It's almost peaceful enough to fall asleep.Descent into Dreams2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My head droops, and I smile tiredly. I'm nodding off where I stand. The other Generation 2 Robot Masters run around on deck, doing their own thing. Is Woodman still playing shuffleboard? Haha, the sound of a camera's shutter; Flashman must be taking pictures of whales or dolphin
My Only SunshineTerra glanced up to the sky, giving a somber look; clouds had hazed over the sun and there was nonstop drizzle. The rain soaked through his hair, and rainwater ran down his armor and dripped onto the ground below him. His blue eyes reflected a stormy sadness, but unlike the rainclouds, nothing poured from them.My Only Sunshine3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sunstar..." He breathlessly murmured up toward the sky.
He knew there would be no response.
He clutched his hand to his chest, where his solar core burned. However, it no longer seemed to have the same bright burn it had once had, all those years ago...
"We may not survive this con
The Wait and See ApproachRed eyes stared out the window with the bitter flicker of loneliness, fixed on the horizon beyond the island Skull Fortress was nestled upon. Metalman's scent sensors could detect the faint hint of the sea breeze from the window, a scent that, to him, was the same scent as humans' tears. He ached from standing there for so long, his arms crossed and propped on the ledge of the skull-nose shaped window. The waves crashed against the shore of the island, but were muffled by the distinctly melancholy whistle that Metalman had been giving for quite some time.The Wait and See Approach3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eyes darted downward, toward red steel hands and Metalman slumped forward more. Of
The Briefing----------------------------The Briefing2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
A Sonic The Hedgehog Fan-Fiction
Adapted from the animated series by Dic and Archie Comics.
The Underground Resistance had many locations around the planet now. After the fall of Robotnik, bunkers have been used underground to hold meetings and to regroup after each mission. The original Headquarters has been moved to an undisclosed location to confuse anyone trying to meddle in their affairs. Once, the underground resistance fought for the same goals as the Freedom Fighters from Knothole did, now the small army was fighting for something e
A good man goes to warA good man goes to war.A good man goes to war2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Anger rage frustration worries concern,
That is what I am feeling...
They took Pond,
They took my Pond...
She is my best friend,
She is the wife of Rory the Centurion...
I can see he is just as mad like me,
He just saw me make his wife disappear...
I will find you Pond,
I will fight for you and your child...
I have friend well not friends,
They owe me a few favours...
It is time,
The demons run when a good man goes to war...
And I am doing just that,
They did something really bad and now are the time for payback here...
Demons run when a good man goes to war!
BFT: Of thieves and cops Ch.32Chapter 32BFT: Of thieves and cops Ch.322 years ago in Drama More Like This
Francine hadn't packed her suitcase. She still would be able to pack her things after dealing with the problem called Ivan. She had told Arthur that she would meet up with friends. It wasn't a lie...Gilbert and Antonio were her friends, but...She just...didn't tell him the whole truth. He had told her that he had to work anyway...that's why it didn't matter anyway. He wouldn't find out. And it was good this way. She left his apartment, said goodbye and fixed her white dress a last time while checking her hairstyle at the same time.
Her heart raced and she was afraid. But this time it was going to be easier than the mission in Ch
Coraline in Other Wonderland 3Chapter 3: The Tea Party (In Which No Tea Is Served)Coraline in Other Wonderland 32 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Hatter's house turned out, not surprisingly, to be in the shape of a large top hat. As Coraline approached, she could see in the yard a long table with chairs around it, all of them empty excepting one, with its back to her. She could see over the back of the chair, the back of a head, covered in a top hat, with a familiar crop of curly brown hair protruding from the sides.
"Wybie?!" Coraline cried as she approached the table.
The figure in the chair turned around, and Coraline could see that it was indeed Wybie- except he had buttons for eyes.
"Coraline!" he exclaimed in surprise,
APH: Triple Agent Chapter OneMatthew's POVAPH: Triple Agent Chapter One2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Matthew, lad...", a familiarly English-accented voice asks as I walk into the room, "...how'd it go? Any problems?"
My older brother and boss, Arthur Kirkland, sits at a painstakingly neat desk next to his fiery redheaded sister and right-hand man Eiry, and looks expectantly at me. His elbow is propped upon a small stack of papers, chin resting on his gloved hand.
I nod an affirmative and say in a small voice, "Everything went well, I'm glad to say. I found a small abandoned warehouse that our rivals were using as a storehouse for weapons and drugs, and set fire to it. And conveniently, it was near a forest, so it
BeginningsEmrys shivered and drew his threadbare tunic tighter around his thin frame. It was raining: the incessant drizzle of water from the heavens that was so common in the area of the hilly west.Beginnings2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He could see where the soldiers were taking him. A rocky outcrop with the ruins of a fortress at the top. Emrys' eyes widened as he recognized the scene from his dreams.
The soldiers brought him before the King. He stood before him, a tall dark figure against the grey sky. He looked proud, but his broad shoulders were stooped and his coal black eyes dull. He was dressed poorly. The only item that indicated his station was the gold ring on his left hand.
Japan+Hungary: Matchmakers P.2Couple One: ItaLiechJapan+Hungary: Matchmakers P.22 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Now, we should start Operation Cupid off with a relatively easy couple; a couple without too much problems. One that will break the ice so it will be easier to move on to the harder pairings later on."
Hungary nodded in agreement at her partner, her legs crossed Indian-style on the park bench they were sitting on. A green spiral notebook lay splayed open between her and Japan. The names of different nations were scribbled all over the page it was on. Hungary and Japan looked at the list of nations, their eyes narrowed in concentration.
Suddenly, Hungary gasped, her lips curving into one of those triumphant "Aha!" sm
Japan+Hungary: Matchmakers P.1PrologueJapan+Hungary: Matchmakers P.12 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They were sick of it.
Absolutely sick of it.
Japan and Hungary were tired of the way their fellow nations avoided true love. Everyone was either too afraid, too stubborn, or too clueless to recognise their feelings for one another.
So the two of them decided to team up. With their combined matchmaking skills, everyone would end up happy and in love. With their help, of course.
It was time for Operation Cupid.