Three"I have to kiss her?!" An eleven-year-old Prosper exclaimed, staring at his best friend Owen. They were crouched behind the large slide in the playground, the bright red plastic affording them enough cover to constitute their very own hide out. Or so they figured, after chasing away a couple of girls who had been playing there previously.Three5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yep." Owen replied, his blue eyes serious as he spoke.
"Bu- c'mon, I mean, why would I-," Prosper couldn't seem to get the words out, but it was bad enough that they were even discussing kissing a girl in the first place.
"Chicken!" Owen accused, a grin lighting up his face, "You took the dare, so you gotta do it! You can't back out without being a right wuss!"
"I'll do somethin' else." Prosper said, desperately trying to dig himself out of the rather large hole he had fallen in.
"Nope, that's your dare," Owen said, "If you wanna be leader of this group with me you gotta go through with it, and show you're not a wimp."
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 3It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom walked out of the theater along with his agent. It was late and the crowd of screaming fan girls were long gone. He walked to the street where a car awaited him when he saw something shining in the gutter. He bent down to get a closer look and saw that it was a locket. He picked it up and examined it. It was beautiful yet simple. It was heart shaped with a moon etched into the top along with pattern. He opened it up to reveal a picture. It was over a woman and a man, they were smiling and in between them was little girl. He noticed the little girl looked a lot like Abby and he remembered her wearing this. He stood and showed it to his agent, "See if you can find that girl I met today. Even just her phone number would do. I believe this is her's." His agent looked at him, "You mean the one who's hand you kissed?" he said.
"Well, yes. I know that was different but..." he managed to say before his agent interrupted him, "It's okay. It's your life...I'm just your agent." He took the ne
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 2It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom finished signing another autograph and looked back to see if he could see her again. She was gone, but then he saw her leaving the crowd. She was beautiful, with soft chocolate eyes and mocha colored hair. He wasn't quite sure what came over him when he saw her. He wanted to meet her, but now he thought he might have embarrassed her. He wanted to see her again and apolagize, but he couldn't leave. He probably wouldn't ever see her again. He turned back and continued into the theater.
Abby collapsed onto her couch and breathed a sigh of relief. She managed to get back to her apartment before getting mobbed by angry fan girls. Her cat Mittens jumped into her lap. She stroked her head, "I've had quite a day." she said to her cat. She just looked at her and meowed.
"All right I'll feed you."
She got up and went into her small kitchen. Then slopped some cat food into a bowl and set it on the ground. She then went into the bathroom to change. Looking into the mirror she gasped. She r
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 6It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abby stood in front of her bathroom mirror, judging her appearance. She had decided to wear something simple, since it was only her first dinner with Tom. She was wearing a simple red blouse with black dress pants. She didn't want to wear a dress or skirt for afraid of seeming to fancy. She walked out into the living room and was about to feed her cat when the doorbell rang.
"Just a second." she called. She quickly dumped some cat food into the dish and set it on the group. Then as quickly as she could answered the door. Tom stood in the doorway looking sharp as usual. He was wearing a blue button up shirt, no tie, and a dark suit jacket and pants.
"Hi." she said.
"Hello. You look very nice tonight." he said.
"Thank you. You do too." she said.
"Thank you. Are you ready to go?" he asked her.
"Yes. Oh, I just need to grab my purse." she said as she turned back to the living room. She looked around, but didn't see her purse anywhere.
"Hang on, I think it's in my bed room. You're welcome t
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 5It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes! We made it!" cried Emma. Abby looked closely at the bulletin board, "Our names are even at the top of the list!" she pointed out. "I can't believe it!"
"See I told you were good." Emma said.
"I see you too made it." Eli said as he walked up to them, "Congrats!"
"Thanks!" they both said and just then the bell rung and everyone started to head to class. "Oh, gotta go! I got that big exam. See ya later!!
They waved goodbye and the turned toward each other.
"So, see ya at auditions?" she asked.
Emma nodded, "Yep. See ya then!"
Emma smiled and then left for her own class. She did the same and left in the opposite direction.
During English she found she could hardly focus. Her mind kept drifting off to the auditions and Tom. She couldn't stop thinking about him. Honestly she hadn't stopped thinking about him since he came up to her at the theater. Suddenly her professor's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Ms. Collins!" She looked up and saw everyone staring at her, "Yes?" she said.
Sherlock Holmes: The Alder King MysteryIT has been my esteemed pleasure to have recorded some of the most singular cases ever investigated by one of Europe's greatest minds, my good friend Sherlock Holmes. That said however I would like to draw my reader's attention to a little known, or little attributed fact of life: I have recorded as many of the tales of Sherlock Holmes as I was able in the span of my life, but many of those tales still go unrecorded either due to pressures from governments who require anonymity on these delicate affairs, lack of interest in the case which may simply mean that the case was in no way an admirable expose of my remarkable friend's deductive skills, or even from reluctance from Holmes himself. He has never been too much of a fan of my chronicling, condemning it more than once as superficial and sensationalist.Sherlock Holmes: The Alder King Mystery3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nonetheless, I find it impossible now to halt the altogether wholesome process of putting to script most of the mysteries that I have had the pleasure of accompanying him with. It has
A Vampire at Hogwarts Chp. 1A Vampire at Hogwarts Chp. 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Who do you suppose that is?" Harry asked, looking at his two friends that were standing with him inside the Leaky Cauldron.
"I don't know, I've never seen him before. He doesn't even look like a wizard to me." Hermione answered matter-of-factly. "I'd know, I've seen a lot of wizards, and I can tell the difference between a wizard and a muggle but…" She trailed off, her nose scrunching up as she scrutinized the boy who was asking different wizards something.
"But what?" Harry frowned, shifting his weight so his new books wouldn't seem so heavy.
"He doesn't look like a muggle either…"
"Then what is he?"
"A bloody fool, just look at what he's wearing." Ron quickly pointed out. "He looks like a bloody pirate" The boy did look a bit strange in his clothing. The black pants were a few inches too short for him and that frilly shirt helped the pirate
Fight or flight?I am the source of wisdom. I gladly share my wisdom to help you choose your battles.Fight or flight?3 years ago in Letters More Like This
There are times to confront, times to ignore, and times to flee. My servant Joseph fled to resist Potiphar's wife. My servant David, after sensing the hearts of his people turing against him, chose to flee from his son, Absalom, rather than to do battle with him.
Sometimes the wisest thing to do is flee the situation. But don't ever leave behind! When others sin against you, don't retaliate-run right into my arms; I am the Prince of Peace. When you are pursued by fear. head straight for me-your refuge and strength; I will protect you.
As you seek the shelter of my wisdom, you will know when it is time to join with me and fight-and when it is time to leave the battle entirely in my hands. Let me show you what is best.
RWBY- Let GoRWBY- Let Go (A failed test)RWBY- Let Go2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the sun sets, we continue to march. Ruby leads us in silence, massive red ursa skin cloaked over her shoulders. I remember when she first discarded her original cloak for the skin. It was originally black. Alas, that was many years ago, and that cloak reminds me of what was once a paradise every single time I lay eyes on it.
Looking back, I sigh. Blake and Yang march behind me, faces stoic with discontent. I know with all my heart that it is not from such a steep hill that we are currently traversing. Instead, it is from the many griefs and turmoils that we have BEEN traversing for the past seventeen years. Team RWBY cannot go on like this.
I growl at myself as I hang my head, marching behind our fearless leader and my own wife. I have said that to myself a thousand times, and yet I persist. I am Weiss Schnee! I once had access to a vast and wealthy empire of industry! I could have very well chosen to return to the family business and play the pretty pot
The 63rd Rune - Chapter 7The 63rd Rune - Chapter 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7: You Know What This Calls For?!
Before the basket had even touched the landing platform, the six stallions were leaping from the gondola and galloping into the castle. Their thunderous travel reverberated throughout the halls as they made their way to Celestia's chambers. Without a second thought, they careened through the door, sending it bursting open and hitting the walls with a resounding crash.
"We have the artifact!" Dusk Shine called, panting heavily. He undid the ropes tying the object down and levitated it up to Celestia's field of view, flashing Celestia a weak smile. Seeing Celestia's shocked expression, he cast a look behind him, taking in the dented door and terrified courtiers. Realizing what they had done, he immediately said "Oh, goodness! I'm so sorry, we should have knocked first!"
The Princess shook herself and gave a light chuckle as she stood up from her desk. "It's quite alright, Twi-" Her tone changed from bemusement to worry as she noticed the
The KissThe Kiss:The Kiss8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just he and I.
His hand on my cheek,
His breath on my face.
His face nears.
My eyes widen with shock,
Our lips meet:
A torrent of colors,
I'm floating, I'm sinking
I'm flying, I'm grounded.
My eyes close,
My hands on his.
My heart beats faster.
He pulls away:
I miss the warmth already.
His eyes search mine,
A smile on those…
His hands on my waist,
He draws me closer.
I lean into his embrace,
He smells so nice.
He whispers in my ear:
'I love you.'
'I love you, too.'
ZaDR - Gay Chicken"This is a game called Gay Chicken!" Keef said happily, putting his arms around Zim and Dib's shoulders and grinning.ZaDR - Gay Chicken4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zim's eye twitched and Dib ducked out from under the arm, fairly disturbed. "Okay how do you play it?"
"The first person to get creeped out loses," Keef explained. He ran his hand down the side of Dib's face.
"AH!" Dib jolted back and tripped, falling hard on his back. His glasses tilted and hung off of one ear, looking like they would fall at any moment.
"You lose!" Keef shouted.
Zim laughed at Dib before offering him a hand to help him up. It was currently recess, and bored, the two had decided to talk to an old friend and ask him advice on what they should do. They were regretting it now.
"So basically, we feel each other up and the first one to freak out loses?" Zim asked to make sure.
Keef nodded eagerly.
Zim smirked. "Dib-thing, would you like to play with Zim?"
Dib blushed, pushing his glasses a little further up his nose, and nodded.
Zim decided to start o
Endless Gifts: A CMC ficApple Bloom sighed in relief when she saw the small white unicorn filly at the door of the clubhouse. Sweetie Belle was always a welcome sight, especially when Scootaloo was harping about some absurdly dangerous idea to try out. The idea today was something about base jumping, and Apple Bloom had a feeling she didn't want to know what that was. She just knew she'd rather live without her Cutie Mark than spend three months in traction from trying to get it.Endless Gifts: A CMC fic4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi, Sweetie Belle!" Apple Bloom chimed, interrupting Scootaloo in the middle of the word 'freefalling.' The little yellow earth filly trotted over to her friend, greeting her with a smile.
"Oh, h-hey guys," the unicorn said nervously, forcing a smile. She tiptoed into the clubhouse as if walking around broken glass. "What's the plan for today?"
"Base jumping!" Scootaloo bounced up and down excitedly, flapping her tiny wings with gusto.
Sweetie Belle's eyes widened. "That sounds...okay." Silence filled the room as Sweetie pawed at th
T.W.HThumping, my heart, thumping, it beatsT.W.H3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hollow dreams are built into concrete;
Once upon a fantasy, you abate my fears to obsolete,
My! My! My pilgrim heart sings the forgotten duet
And there I am once again
Savouring the sweet promise in your hand.
Will my heart hold your world?
I wish, I hope, I want to see you grow old.
Lie to me, my sweet prince, lie to me,
Long is the night and there is yet time to dally
In your eyes, you hold my hopes
And with your words you bond tight ropes
My heart is yours dare I invite you to elope?
Hooked! My heart dances in your grace
In your eyes I have found my place.
Dwindling down the rabbit hole,
Drowning into your perfect soul
A Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 1 In The Mountainous Regions of Tennessee. A Family of Three Travels along Through a Highway in a Forest Region high in The Mountains. The Family consisted of Three there was the Parents a Mother and a Father who were in the front seats of their Car which the Father was Driving with their adored son Bryan who was 9 years old and He loved his Parents Very much for they were very kind to him and they loved him like no other parent could ever love a child They were Returning Home From a Family Vacation they planned and had in the Sunny Regions of Florida. The Beaches were made of Pure white sand, the Ocean was Crystal Clear and the Sun was so hot when they went they Got sunburn the second they stepped into the Rays of it but that didn't bother them for they were there to have a great time and spend quality family time together. They were there for a Whole Week, they went swimming in the oceans, had picnics on the beaches, explored a Beautiful City that was full of Amazing SA Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Linchpin: Chapter Twenty-TwoLinchpin: Chapter Twenty-Two3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Twenty-Two: Wanted
Visiting hours were over, finally, and the last of Dick's visitors had left. Most of the student body, and faculty, of Gotham Academy had been by to see him at some point over the last few days, and it was surprising how tiring trying to smile and be upbeat for near strangers. He was glad to see the last of them go.
Bruce had left word with Sarah, the day shift nurse, that he would be late coming up to the hospital. The man had taken a trip out to Metropolis on business and the train back was delayed because of repairs to the Gotham Station.
Truth be told, Dick didn't mind. He was luxuriating in the quiet that came from finally being alone. The hospital bed reclined back and he closed his eyes.
"Knock, knock, Dickie-bird," the voice interrupted his silence a moment later.
Dick started at the sound, not having heard the door open, but when he glanced at the entrance to the room no one was there. A movement at the corner of his eyes had him snapping his head to
Linchpin: Chapter SeventeenLinchpin: Chapter Seventeen4 years ago in Drama More Like This
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: INVICTUS
So, this probably wasn't what Batman had intended when he sent Jason through the portal. However, the green-eyed Robin had five years of pent up frustration and anger to let out, and Sportsmaster was such an inviting target. Despite the obvious difference of size and age between the two, the first blow to Sportsmaster's face cracked the goalie mask he wore.
The second broke the nose beneath it.
Vaulting over the dazed man lying on the floor again, Jason planted his hands on the computer console and lifted himself over it. As he did so, he twisted his legs around to drive them both into the ribcage of the freaky horned guy that was trying to dislodge the knife in the hard drive. He kicked hard, sending the freak flying back and through several of its little green monkeys and into the wall behind them. It didn't get back up.
He was suddenly flying through the air for a very different reason.
Guardian had come up behind him and grabbed the cape
Final Fantasy XIII-3 - The City Of Light - Part IBefore waking up from her long, long crystal slumber in the shrine of the deceased goddess Etro, Lightning Farron believed the world waiting her when her crystal stasis end would be a dying world, with no one who could relieve the painful loneliness she was going to feel.Final Fantasy XIII-3 - The City Of Light - Part I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although she'd have preferred her tongue being cut rather than admit it, Lightning feared loneliness. Her harshness towards the others was merely a way of trying to reach out to them. But at the same time, she also feared to be hurt by them, so she ended staying alone.
However, the young warrior felt she'd rather have chosen the solitude of a devastated world when she stepped out of the Etro's crystal throne room and she saw the huge city beneath the shrine.
Where am I?
It was a strange city, crawling with black and white tiles, full of artwork pieces everywhere, paved, jet-colored roads and snowy sidewalks. The buildings were a mixture of archaic and futuristic architecture, showing elegant balconies and elabo
Linchpin: Chapter EighteenLinchpin: Chapter Eighteen4 years ago in Drama More Like This
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: KIDNAPPED
Superman stood over the still unconscious villains and watched the Other with barely concealed curiosity. The boy that looked so much like their Robin, thanks to the Manhunter's flawless illusion, walked over to the computers and slipped a drive into one of the USB ports. He tapped a few keys on the keyboard and nodded a moment later.
"What are you doing?" Batman asked from where he stood, having remained behind to deal with Gordon when the police commissioner arrived. The other protégés had been ordered out of the Alley to help where they could. The League members were also ordered away for the time being. J'onn has remained behind, invisible and hidden, waiting for when he and Bruce would make the switch
"Evidence." Jason answered as he retrieved the drive and hid it beneath his belt again.
"You're planting evidence?" Superman arched an eyebrow in disapproval.
Unfazed, the older Robin met Superman's accusing stare. "It's all
To The Heavens Soars The PhoenixIt couldn't be happening. It couldn't be!To The Heavens Soars The Phoenix2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Light! Please, Light, wake up!"
But, unfortunately for me, this nightmare was horribly real.
I didn't know what had happened yet, nor exactly where we were, or why I had lost consciousness. My last memory was the eyes of no less than five brutal monsters pouncing on me without warning…
… And in that moment, who knows how long after that, the first thing I saw upon waking up was Lightning collapsing on the ground covered by crystal dust, still clutching that divine gunblade, as beautiful and deadly… as its wielder.
I didn't care about being still dazed. Nor that at first my legs didn't obey me. Nothing that happened to me was important.
Lightning was wounded. That was all that mattered.
Somehow beyond my understanding I had managed to get by her side without falling down as well and knelt beside her. It was her, no doubt about it. She looked exactly the same as I remembered her, except for that shiny silver armor cov
Gone and Back chapter 2It's all a blur what happens next.Gone and Back chapter 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One moment everything is unearthly quiet as everyone grieves in their own way, the next they are trying to tear Wallace West from Robin's corpse.
It was as if in that moment, when Batman had spoken Robin's true name, the Meta had broken. He couldn't accept the cruel reality that this best friend is dead. Simply dead.
He couldn't accept that the boy who could drive him insane and back again was gone.
He couldn't accept that he had lost his brother.
The Flash just turns away, overwhelmed.
Wally refused the tears to fall from his emerald eyes as he pauses a moment and takes a deep breath. He wasn't going to let his best friend die like this. If they were going to die, then they would die in battle together as teammates.
Leaning over his fallen friend, Wally closes his eyes and steadies himself, not truly understanding what he's about to do.
Reaching deep within himself, Wally searches for an unknown current of energy that uncle Barry had described to him
Linchpin: Chapter FourteenLinchpin: Chapter Fourteen4 years ago in Drama More Like This
For all the times he had been wounded there was one thing he knew with certainty: when the pain stops, you're dead.
And Robin didn't hurt anymore.
It had been several minutes since he'd been, in essence, crucified in the center of the machine. And in that time he had lost all sensation in his legs and even the burning of his muscles in his suspended arms had receded to be replaced by a numbing warmth that spread through the parts of his body he could feel.
It had been two days since he had anything to drink and even longer since he had eaten. The blood loss, external and he didn't doubt internally, wasn't helping. He was weary, his body running on reserves it didn't have. The darkness was creeping in at the edge of his vision and he wanted nothing more than to let it take him. He was tired; tired of fighting.
And still he couldn't bring himself to give up.
Through heavy, lidded eyes he watched the last of the g-gnomes as it skittered across the floor a
Jack Frost X Reader (Part 3)Sunlight hits your eye lids. They flutter open and your (eye c) eyes take in the morning light. As your senses become stronger, you start to notice your surroundings. You notice cool breaths, hitting the back of your ear. As well as a cool arm draped over your waist.Jack Frost X Reader (Part 3)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You take a deep breath and stretch. The cool arm moves off of you for a second, allowing you to move, before returning to it’s position. A smile danced on your lips.
He actually stayed! You scream in your head.
You glanced quickly at the clock. 7:16am. You sighed and closed your eyes, not wanting tje moment to end.
After a few moments of silence, Jack spoke, “I know you’re awake (YN).”
You jump, unaware of his action. He chuckles under his breath. You feel the bed move as he sits up. You roll onto your back and stretch your arms up over your head, causing your t-shirt to rise above your belly button.
Jack rubbed his hands together, having a playful smile spread across his mouth. He poked you
A Boy, A Tragedy. A New Mother Chapter 18Selena flew back to mountain cave with her human child on her back. The Boy just loved flying with wind in his face and feeling of being midair. He was very tempted to let his arms to the side like an airplane but he knew better to unless he risk falling off. Selena while flying was thinking what she would like to she her child next, for with him as her son and that he is living with magical creatures that most of the world does believe they exist, he would have alot to learn. It mentally hit her when she thought her son had alot to learn and just knew what to show him next.A Boy, A Tragedy. A New Mother Chapter 187 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Dragon made it back to their cave top mountain home. She landed inside the cave and lowered herself so Bryan could get off. The Boy looked at her with smile and she happly returned it. She gestured towards the nest so they could sit down. The Boy nodded and ran towards it climbing in while Selena followed right in. Zenith was laying in the nest taking a nap with his head turned away so it only appeared he was l