Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 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
As The City BurnsThe world is stuck in autumn.As The City Burns6 years ago in Open More Like This
I can feel myself in a twilight forest, as the branches bow to the wind while trying to court the rain from the clouds. The leaves brush themselves against my neck and my lips, in hopes of the fire that colours their fragile veins sparking something within me. I can feel my head spin as I imagine what they think of the girl beneath them, the girl so desperate for love and affection without binds that she'd kiss the raindrops right before they hit the ground, and hold hands with thorn ridden branches.
I see the rain clouds, hanging low over the dimmed horizon, frowning down at me. I smell the rain on the wind as it races past and around me, spinning me in circles with my arms raised high. I can feel my head spin as I imagine what the clouds must think, as they blush a pale shade of grey with disappointment at the girl who was supposed to be so strong falling, tumbling, crumbling, fumbling, tearing slowly apart.
I can feel the cobbled stone road beneath my b
Republican and ProudYeah I'm a republican,Republican and Proud7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't like war.
Sure I'm a conservative,
But who's keeping score?
I support gay marriage,
And I'm also pro choice,
The media lies about us,
But don't we have a voice?
I'll respect your opinion,
If you respect mine.
Im tired of getting flamed all the time!
Dont hate me because Im for McCain,
Dont tell me Im living without a brain.
Im a republican, elephant, conservative,
and it might suprise you to know that
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you lose the need for sound.
A flight of words that bear no chirp
are none the less profound.
They don't perch on a pitch.
They don't possess the need .
They fly until you've seen their song,
then silently recede.
No one could find more freedom than
the freedom granted flight.
No one can see more beauty than in
words passed left to right.
PietroxReader Book FortSigh…PietroxReader Book Fort1 year ago in Romance More Like This
For a moment he sat still staring at the lab wall.
Tony felt the gust of wind as the speedy mutant switched seats.
Now he sat backwards in a rolly chair, his arms propped up on the backrest and his chin resting in the crook of his elbow.
Once again, he exhaled. He began swishing his leg back and forth causing the chair to move slightly and squeak.
A gust of air hit Tony once again, signaling the movement of his unwanted companion who was now perched on a stool.
Another quick movement and he was sitting upside down in the rolly chair spinning in a slow circle.
Tony sat the wrench down with a loud clang.
“Can you do that somewhere else?” Irritation filled his tone as he glared at the silver haired man.
Pietro’s gaze was one of innocence and confusion.
“I haven’t done anything though.” Tony’s eye twitched.
“Either hold still or go bug someone else.”
He opened his mouth to argue
Pietro x Reader |Short and Sweet|Pietro x Reader |Short and Sweet|3 months ago in Humor More Like This
“Pietro~” (Name) sang, zapping into the living area of the Maximoff flat. Literally, zapped. As in, the electricity of the whole room flickered on and off again, sparks popping from her fingertips and toes as she popped into the room.
And right on top of Pietro, who’d been reclining happily on the couch. His eyes popped wide open, staring at her and resisting the urge to freak out when she landed on top of him...out of nowhere. She grinned, snickering at his surprised little face.
“I get zhat you love zhe whole ‘zappy powers’ and things,” Pietro started, flicking a stray spark from his almost-ignited-hair, “But if you could maybe not zap around vhile I’m just sitting here, I vould appreciate it. A lot.”
“Oh, please. You know you love seeing me. You totally missed me too, right? I haven’t seen you in like, a week.” She murmured, slipping her arms around his neck and nuzzling her nose against his. Thanks
6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point (Call to Action)6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point4 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 4 “Plot Points” – Section 3 “The First Turning Point”
With Links to Supplementary Material
We have finally arrived to the last part of Act I in your story, when your Protagonist-driven story will really take off. The First Turning point, also called the “Call to Action” or the “Minor Inciting Incident,” can be thought of as a tremor event after the earthquake, (Inciting Incident) that disrupted the balance that was your protagonist's life. Only this time, it will drive your protagonist to specific action.
Step 1: Connect some dots between your planned
A Cure For Insomnia (Pietro MaximoffxReader)(y/n) always wondered why her floor had to be the farthest away from the main common area, or the “I actually want to be social” floor, as Clint called it.A Cure For Insomnia (Pietro MaximoffxReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It made midnight snacking a real risk, especially when you were prone to falling asleep standing up.
The door slid open at the top floor. She didn’t bother with any lights and walked straight into the kitchen. She had been making this trip almost every night for the past month.
The fridge door clicked open illuminating the room for a moment as she removed the carton of milk.
She opened the carton and placed it to her lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as the cool liquid hit her tongue.
“Aha!” The light’s flashed on, startling her into a coughing fit when she choked on the milk almost dropping the carton in the process.
“So you’re the one who drinks straight out of the carton.”
(y/n) blinked away tears as she tried to stop coughing. Standing in front of her was the s
Popcorn (Pietro/Quicksilver x Reader)Your hair is on fire.Popcorn (Pietro/Quicksilver x Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You don't know it's on fire, but it's on fire. It happens sometimes, when you're stressed, which you are right now, as you're sure you're going to fail this test you’re currently taking.
There isn't really a lot of fire, just the very tips, which flicker every now and then. There isn’t enough smoke to set off the fire alarm, or to even be noticeable, as everyone else in the class is so focused on their own tests.
Except for that guy who sits behind you, who hasn’t even started his test yet, seeing as he knows he can finish it within the last few seconds of the time limit.
Bored as he is, Pietro spends most of the lesson looking around the room dully. When his eyes slide past your head, which is gradually becoming more and more alight, he does a double take, and raises his eyebrows.
After a short pause (so short that no one would have actually realised it was a pause) he quickly (very quickly, given his mutation and all
10 Tips for Writing Fantasy10 Tips for Writing Fantasy10 Tips for Writing Fantasy3 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 1 “Genres” – Section 2 “Fantasy”
With Links to Supplementary Material
As you might have noticed from the Outline, my section on Story Genres is rather bare. And so during the following few weeks, I will be remedying that—starting with fantasy. I have written quite a bit of fantasy—especially mixed within other genres. But more than that, I have read both excellent and profoundly horrible examples of fantasy. Today, I'm going to talk about some of the major elements that make them so. If you don't write fantasy, I still advise reading because many of these topics expand across and array of genres—a
Skyview Drive: An Epic TaleIn my three weeks young age, when I was still a tender and moralistic soul, my driving instructor asked me to do something. It is something I have regretted ever since. To recount the events of that day.Skyview Drive: An Epic Tale6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Well, if you should feel like it, we could perhaps go up Skyview Drive."
He said little more on the matter and remained gravely silent, as I, a terrified but tender youth at the age of 17 unsteadily drove towards what I did not realize would be one of the single most terrifying experiences of our lives. As a result I have lost my tender young self, trading it in for a for more sarcastic and unruly youth.
With cliffs at either side and death clearly waiting to make a quick meal of another idiot who decided to drive along Skyview drive. I realized suddenly I was the idiot he had been waiting for. This of course was unacceptable and my brainwaves went through a few little odd hiccups.
The first change came when a woman walked towards me, I, who was still driving the car that was teeterin
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.Enderman4 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
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
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 Peek7 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
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
Static (Pietro x Reader) (Drabble)Static (Pietro x Reader) (Drabble)Static (Pietro x Reader) (Drabble)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
The quick shuffling of feet against the carpet alerted you slightly to an approaching figure as you sat quietly on the couch, reading a book, before looking over your shoulder, the figure revealing himself as your boyfriend, Pietro Maximoff.
"Pietro, what are you doing?" You asked, a brow raised as you closed your book and turned to face him.
"Nothing," Pietro retorted, shaking his head before poking your cheek and sending an acute electrical shock through your system. Goose bumps formed along all your skin and your hair frizzed out as the static ran along your body, causing you to clawed your nails deep into the couch cushion.
"Oww, That hurt," you grumbled, rubbing your cheek as the shock finally dissipated.
"Sorry," Pietro sighed, chuckling at your pain, "I'll be right back."
"Weirdo," you muttered under your breath, brushing your hair back as you tried to relax your tense muscles but you had little time to do so as your boyfrie
PietroxReader Something's Missing...“I done goofed.”PietroxReader Something's Missing...6 months ago in Romance More Like This
The girl stared at the table in front of her, trying to figure out what about the drawing in front of her looked off.
She squinted at the image suspiciously. Her glasses slid slightly down her nose as she scrutinized her work.
“Hey, (y/n)! Whatcha doing?”
The girl jumped and let out a yelp as her papers blew in all directions. She pressed her hand to her chest and took deep breaths trying to calm her racing heart. She turned on her assailant and glared at him.
“What have I told you about sneaking up on me?”
His arm was crossed over his chest and he had covered his mouth with his hand in an attempt to muffle his laughter.
He snickered and fully crossed his arms.
“Not to do it unless you’re in the bathroom.”
“Exactl-that is not what I told you!”
“That’s what I heard.”
“I told you never to sneak up on me.”
“I distinctly remember an <
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue6 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
It ain't blasphemy when its not God.I'm starting to go from completely creeped out to completely pissed off. Before I continue on, I just want to get one little thing out of the way - OBAMA IS NOT GOD!It ain't blasphemy when its not God.2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
And that is the point of this particular rant. Whenever someone picks on Obama, his ass-kissing sycophants act like what happened was an act of blasphemy. At first anyone who dared speak against Obama was called a racist. Yeah, it was annoying and royal pain but nothing unusual with the Left and Liberals.
Then things started to get creepy(1) to down right WTF (2) and straight on to a path that no country, especially the US with all it stands for, should NEVER, EVER WALK!(3)
Instead of the country stopping for five seconds to realize that, 'Hey, maybe we are going too far with Obama adoration', we get another act of 'blasphemy' by a the Rodeo Clown wearing a Obama Mask and asking the crowd if they want to see Obama get ran over by a bull. Was stupid? Yes. Was it racist? Depends on how the clown really feels. Was it blasphem
How To Write IZ FanfictionHow To Write IZ Fanfiction in 6 StepsHow To Write IZ Fanfiction5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Step 1: Pick a side. Are you team Zim or team Dib? If you're team Dib, you are allowed, even encouraged, to like Zim too. However, if you are team Zim, you must hate Dib as proof of your loyalty to the amazing Zim. Zim is very possessive, and he will not tolerate one of his fans liking his enemy. So if you choose team Zim, your fanfiction must portray Dib negatively. Make him look stupid, insane, evil, sadistic, or all of the above.
There is a third team: ZADR, which stands for Zim and Dib Romance (or Zim and Dib Rape, in some cases). If you are team ZADR, you love them both, and love them both together. Your fanfiction should make either Zim or Dib act girly, or uke as anime fans call it. You should probably make Dib the girly one, even though Zim is the one who wears a pink dress. Don't worry about logic or keeping the characters IC (in character). And don't be afraid to write mpreg. Anything is possible when
Small GodsI brought down the gods for you -Small Gods4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left city streets in shame
and maimed the victors with thorns,
just to make you believe
in angels again.
Truth was never my home,
but I sought your history
in every face that fell
from too much grace and favor
or gazed upon the living
like so much cattle.
And I could feel you
time's sharp little acrobat
but nothing can grow in earth
this meek and soiled;
and my hands are bloodied
by the cries
of those you left starving.