Of Flattery and FoolsOf Flattery and Fools3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was something so lovely about Paris in the evenings. Perhaps it was the soft summer's air, or the bustle of the cobbled streets below, or the lanterns that bounced and swayed on the backs of traveling buggies through the dark pathways. The sounds of dogs barking in the distance, the laughter of drunken men at the bar. Watching the bare footed commoners flock to their hovels and inns like low speaking sheep might have felt daunting to a man within those herds, but to one perched so high above them, it was like leisurely watching a school of fish drift along the Seine. It was relaxing.
“Louis! There you are.”
A voice and a hand both broke these thoughts, bringing a young man on a balcony back to reality. As well he should; after all, when one was an esteemed guest at such a ball of nobility, to spend one's down time watching common urchins dwindle down below rather than socialize might have been a bit rude. And so he was brought from his view and escorted back into the
Dark in My Imagination-Stumbling BlocksChapter Two: Stumbling BlocksDark in My Imagination-Stumbling Blocks3 years ago in Drama More Like This
What a sight. The angel was sure this topped a lot of weird things she had seen over the centuries. Lumina stood over the opening and looked down into the blackness. A hole in the ground surrounded by what looked like a broken bed took the top in rank as far as out of the ordinary lair entrances. Was this the right place? MiM was hardly ever incorrect about locations but this one time, Lumina wished he was wrong.
“Who wants to go down the creepy hole first? Any volunteers?” Lumina said aloud to the small creatures of the forest, knowing the animals were not listening anyway, “Anyone at all?” She looked to the left and then to the right. With a shrug, she sighed, “… well, I guess that means ladies first.”
Twirling her staff of sterling silver, the Guardian Angel leapt into the hole. Noticing the cold draft, Lumina’s skin instantly coated with chill bumps. There were lanterns… no, cages dangling from th
Return of the Great Cat and Mouse PrologueReturn of the Great Cat and Mouse Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cool! My first fanfiction and crossover! The Cat Returns and The Great Mouse Detective, both great movies and while watching both of them, I couldn't help but think what it would be like if their stories met. So here I am! Living it up!
I do not own The Cat Returns characters or The Great Mouse Detective characters ether.....sadly. I hope you guys will enjoy this! I am gonna have fun writing this. BaronXHaru
Lost and Found // Chapter 1After the incident with Kozmotis, Toothiana was the first guardian moving and went on her way home. Of course she felt the looks her friends threw at her, but she was not strong enough to look into their eyes and ignored them. The tooth fairy was far to occupied sorting her thoughts out and thinking about what had happend. She didn't want the incident to be true. She didn't want to forget, didn't want to forget HIM. She clenched her fists in anger.Lost and Found // Chapter 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Why ...? Why did he do that ...? "
There could have been another way. He hadn't even given them the opportunity to think about an other solution. Kozmotis had simply decided to let himself be smited by the fearlings again and left the guardians alone. But that wasn't even the wort part.
Before he went to face up the Fearlings, something had happened. Something she would never forget. She had kissed him.
Tooth felt tears running down her cheeks and wiped them away. Also, she couldn't surpress the tingling that she felt in her belly everytime
What We're Doing♦♦♦♦♦What We're Doing2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“After all, rarely do the men who orchestrate wars find themselves holding the instruments. It's those holding the instruments, you see, they go and they die, they die at each others hands, and all their familiars and relations they weep and they cry revenge, and then the whole thing's sunk. Then the whole thing is personal, and if it lasts long enough it is cultural, and then for all the original maestros may wish most dearly to cease the thing it is too late, don't you see. The match is lit, the throat, is slit.”
Private Lanson squirmed, still adjusting to his heavy standard-issue boots, belts, and helm. The drawling voice in the shadow had been going in this vein for a good ten minutes and it hadn't helped him settle into his uniform one bit.
“Wars are fought for other people. For crowns and cravats who failed to keep the peace with words. And also for th
Disney's HOND Bloopers 4Scene 132, You Do What You Think Is RightDisney's HOND Bloopers 43 years ago in Humor More Like This
Phoebus was ready to emerge out from under Quasimodo's carving table as Quasi himself was sitting hopelessly on the floor before him.
Phoebus: We - *bonk* .Agh . *looks up at the table and Quasi starts giggling* ..oh shut up.
Quasi: *shakes head* ... No way!
Scene 199 He Shall Smite The Wicked (Take 10)
Before a blue screen, Quasimodo carefully perches his footing along the side of the set, to make it seem like he had just fallen and struggling. Frollo is looking over, having his cape being gripped by the Hunchback below. They both wait a moment.
Director: Al'right . Action!
Quasimodo then accidentally pulls down on the cape which pulls Frollo over. Yelling, he goes over the parapet, but his safety line snags and he hangs from his waist upside down.
Frollo: Sheer brilliance .
Quasi: *shocked for a moment* . *gets ready to laugh*
Frollo: Don't you dare . Don't you dare laugh, you d
Maleficent and the Broken PrinMaleficent and the Broken PrincessMaleficent and the Broken Prin5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Final Warning: If you read this you will never watch Sleeping Beauty the same way again.
Maleficent observed the weeping princess from the fireplace as the flames died from her presence.
She reached out with her powers and entered the totally defenseless and undefended mind. Now she laughed her cold cruel laugh in that mind.
"Your friends have destroyed you more thoroughly then I could ever possibly had hoped to. Princess Aurora," Maleficent said with an ironic twist to her voice.
"Even calling you by your real name hurts you. Oh, this is just too easy. "
"Without prompting you'd throw yourself from your own balcony, but that just won't do, I cursed you and I intent to keep to that. You were gifted with beauty and music, I even gave you more beauty and grace, is there anything that is actually yours inside that body."
"Look at what your beloved aunts have done to you:
Your were hidden away and they took that away.
You had a cottage that you so
VulnerableWhy are we afraid to let others in?Vulnerable3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why the fear of someone touching our hearts?
We never say all we mean,
only what we want to believe.
We're guarded, hidden, keeping safe.
Even those we trust,
we keep at arms length.
We are like the puppy,
allowed in the yard for the first time.
Either it's freedom or it's fear
but we always return home, to safety.
We keep our thoughts to ourselves
and grow timid at saying kind things.
It's hard to say how much we care,
and how someone makes things brighter.
We stay guarded at all times.
To let someone in means they see the soul.
We fear what they think, what they'll do.
If they know the heart, the soul, the life,
what will they do to us?
She Loves You.You make it all so easy.She Loves You.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the shred of life.
But no, it is a shred no longer.
Growing more and more each day,
You care for it.
More than anyone has ever,
She cries into her pillow at night.
It is a different feeling,
That does not flow through the wrist,
A feeling that doesn't come out with the knife.
They are happy tears.
Created by your special care,
Your sweet smile,
The fact that you care.
It makes her wonder,
How could she look you over all this time?
But she knows, now.
How much you love her.
She will do anything for you,
Don't you see it in her eyes?
You care for her,
She Loves You.
Hold MeHold my hand,Hold Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me feel the warmth of your breath on my neck.
Hold me close,
Let me hear the beat of your heart, where I lay my head.
Hold me tight,
Let me see that you won't ever let go.
Hold me gently,
Let me smell that familiar fragrance.
Hold me forever,
Let me taste the love I knew before.
Don't ever let go.
Echo-SexualHugging my head like a vice of nice, noisy, snuggly, familiar sound.Echo-Sexual5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are the top of my playlist - the one I play with... Y'know, on my own.
... You get the gist...?
It's pretty embarassing; see, being seen, lusting and blushing as you buffer on your loading screen. It seems obscene, unclean but heck' it did say parental advisory.
On our own, in private... You'll stroll through my brain, down my spine, through my stomach to my heart and back around.
A one way to trip, finally ending at my lips with the lyrics that don't just slip out, but bud and bloom and flower out to drivers and starers and strangers and other head bnagers like me.
You stick around for a while and you call back in the morning; whispering, muttering, almost singing in the dawning.
"I just can't getcha' outta' mah heyad! Boy, you're more than enough to think about! I just can getcha' outta mah heyad~!"
I do everything for you,
I smuggle you through cyber space and try to ease the peer pressure.
I wait wh
DarknessCalm. Gentle. Soothing.Darkness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night is peace, the night is quiet.
The trees are swaying, in rhythm with the wind,
Crushing within your soul, the restless riot.
Darkness is closing in around you.
The Darkness in your soul has found you.
Thump. Your heart is beating fast.
Stealing into your fragile mind,
Creeping into your helpless heart.
So silent, so stealthy.
Slowly taking over your life.
Softly, Silently, Quietly.
Stealing into you.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Unconscious cries emit from your soul.
Helpless against the faceless fears.
The approaching Darkness swallows you whole.
nervous behaviori was born in a thicket of woods.nervous behavior5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it means there were way too many fucking trees.
the briars were sharper than the hypodermic needles
i stuck in my arms a thousand times when i spent a year
in the city. i forgot what it meant to feel.
i just remember bleeding all the time.
i was jesus.
my mom didn't love me.
she wasn't the mothering type.
she was the surgery type.
the type who blamed me for her sagging tits and rounded belly.
she had me decades ago, i said, she can't keep blaming me.
that earned me a punch in the face.
i liked the way the blood tasted.
that's how i got into it.
i didn't think i'd get out.
i didn't want to get out.
that's what love'll do to you.
now i'm living with clean veins and puncture mark scars,
walking down the street with no second glances
at the wide, hollowed eyes i no longer have.
god i miss the screaming,
look at the monster, daddy! look! his veins, daddy, his veins!
sh, honey, don't point at that man. he is a sad man.
and i'd laugh
Still Not Your GirlAN: Please read description before readingStill Not Your Girl4 years ago in Drama More Like This
You locate your girl as--...
You locate the girl as you warp into a new place. There is a volcano behind you and melting, steaming snow beneath you. The girl and someone else are holding lots of frogs.
You hate frogs.
You absolutely hate frogs, and seeing so many of them almost sends you into a psychotic rage. It only doesn't send you into said rage because you were psychotic to begin with.
With a simple movement of your wings, you soar down to the ground, snarling like the Devilbeast you are as you land with a slight crunch in the snow.
You aren't sure where the term Devilbeast came from, but it is quite apt, so you decide to allow it to remain in your mind.
There are far too many frogs around your girl. There is also a stranger near her.
Near the girl. The.
Both the frogs and the stranger are highly unacceptable, and you will dispatch of them.
Your girl and the stranger both draw weapons; she has a ma
le sigh...My mind is a blur.le sigh...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing discernible.
Only fear is the result.
My feelings are spurn-able.
My mind is clogged
with frightful things.
With images of this sort,
I'm not really sleeping.
Shitty poetry written
at three in the morning,
my will eroding, my energy low
while my patience is shortening.
I just need to write,
to let go of negative fantasy.
I just need to release it
as my fingers dance on the keys.
I see images of loss,
of broken dreams and more.
I see someone I can't let go
suddenly walk out the door.
It feels like hope is lost
and my idea fails.
My body is numb to the outside
as my spirit wails.
My torture is short-lived,
yet it lingers with the day
turning to night, and
yet it will not stay away.
I strive for peaceful thoughts
and attempt to preoccupy my mind,
yet it reverts to the negativity
that lingers behind.
My eyes ache as I gaze
at my simple computer screen.
My mind is a haze
while my thoughts remain unseen.
But they are clearly on display,
or else I would be
Mermaids And Moviemakers"Let's see what job openings are available today." A young woman said as she picked up the newspaper and opened it to the classified.Mermaids And Moviemakers5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jamie was hoping to become an actress, but unfortunately needed a day job to pay the rent. She flipped her head back get her long blonde hair out of her face and started to read.
"Let's see. I don't know squat about yoga so that ones out. I hate dogs so that's out. Babysitting? What am I,13?" she bitched crossing off ads. She turned the page. "THAT'S IT!" she yelled, circling an ad for auditions to be extras in a movie at the studio across town.
"This could get my foot in the door for more acting jobs. I must get this part." she decided. The rest of the day was spent picking out an outfit to wear and getting her hair done.
Early the next morning she pulled her blue Ford Fiesta into a tiny parking lot across the street from a group of tan buildings. She carefully crossed the street and walked up to a booth between two gates that lead inside the
A Brief History of The Writer, Slenderman's MemoryEdgar Allen Poe.... Known to all humans by that very name...A Brief History of The Writer, Slenderman's Memory3 years ago in Settings More Like This
A name that's remembered by everyone... But not I....
I knew him as a different man, with a different name....
With a secret purpose unknown to mankind except those who fell victim to his words...
The one you knew as Poe, was known to the monsters as..
His creativity was unmatched. He did not simply MURDER his victims, and retrieved their souls... He made it an art.
He was one of my favorite underlings, hardly an underling at all in fact... More like an old friend throughout the years...
I never missed a chance to watch him work... One of my favorite performances had to be the pit and the pendulum. I felt the suspense just watching it happen.
In the end, he let me have the last laugh, as I "rescued" the victim from their torment.
...................... . . .
One night, in October, I was to take out a man called Albert Reynolds...
You see, What I did not realize was that this man... had
Happy Tears.Tears fall one by one,Happy Tears.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The smile doesn't fade.
Happiness shines, bright as the sun,
On this most beautiful day.
Back To LifeI paused, reflecting. The decision was final. Nothing at all could stop me, despite the thoughts nagging at me, deep in the farthest reaches of my mind. I had tried so many times before, but my weak heart won over, dragging me back into the twisted, tangled mess called Life. I turned the faucet on, cold, all the way, and watched for a moment as the tub slowly filled. Then I walked back into my room, and stared at the clock. 10:39pm. Thank God it was Friday. I would have had to wait another day full of shouting and yelling. Another day full of stress, and grief. Another day in this miserable excuse of a world. My head ached, as I pulled off my shirt and stared into the dirty bathroom mirror. As I looked up and down at this sorry piece of nothing, I was filled with an overwhelmind hatred. Hatred for myself, hatred for the world, and hatred for Life itself. The glass that had once stood prettily painted, was now red and black, striking out any light that dared enter into the reflection. TBack To Life4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
To The Girl In The Mirror.Your smile is so fake,To The Girl In The Mirror.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You laugh at yourself.
Look at me each day,
Know that you need help.
You're so pathetic, dear,
You know it in your heart.
You're weak, so weak inside,
You've known this from the start.
You lie and lie away,
You shove the questions down.
You tell them you're okay,
A smile covered frown.
You're a mess inside, my darling.
You want to go away.
You want to lie and read,
Waste precious time each day.
You write on crumpled paper,
You never show your teeth.
Your eyes are filled with pain,
Deep scars that lie beneath.
Your pen is running low,
You promise that you're fine.
But still, inside you know,
Your words are just a lie.
CanadaxReader: Aren't We AllHe ran his fingers through his pale blonde hair and waited impatiently for her reply. Deep down, he wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her—to shake some sense into her, maybe—but he wasn't that kind of person, and so he couldn't, and didn't. Instead, he stood still, trying to keep the agitation out of his expression and the pain out of his eyes, all the while chewing on his lip so hard he could taste metal.CanadaxReader: Aren't We All3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd never wanted anything so badly, had never fought with Alfred over anything growing up—had always thought of himself as a sharer, a man of compromise and sacrifice, but now, he wasn't so sure anymore. He wasn't sure he could share her. He thought he might fade into a million individual cells held together by a ghost of a human shape if he ever had to compromise on anything regarding her.
Yet she, unable to read his mind, only bit her lip and grimaced apologetically, oblivious to the twisting in his stomach.
"I can't," she said, looking down at her fe
Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AUSuddenly the TV screen turned from dark and scary to glaringly bright and cheery as yet another commercial interrupted the movie.Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AU4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should've just gotten a DVD..." Altair groaned. He nuzzled closer to Malik as he muted the TV. For a while they blankly watched the screen. A group of very stylish looking teenagers featured in an ad for CREED sweaters. At the end the brand's motto 'Everything is permitted.' flashed across the screen.
"Guess what..." Malik said, looking away from the TV and at Altair next to him. " 'Everything is permitted' is actually the second half of the last words of the first Hashishin leader: 'Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine.' "
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted...", translated Altair, thoughtfully. "Where do you get all these random facts?"
"You know" Altair said. "I'm wearing a CREED hoodie right now. Does that make me an assassin?"
Malik chuckled quietly. "I doubt it...."
Altair sat up, pulling his hood up and down low o
Hand of the Maker - prologueHand of the Maker - prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
" Then you'll be on your way, Shem."
"Understood. We won't impose on you for a minute longer than is absolutely necessary.
Anders could just make out their words as his brain dragged itself reluctantly into consciousness. His head was a wad of cotton, and it was with a great effort that he managed to open his eyes a crack to get his bearings.
The first person who had spoken was marching smartly away, towards red sails and treetops.
Dalish. The thought connected and Anders suddenly understood why he'd been unable to place the smells and sounds around him. He was outside. Far away from the city; from any city from the feel of it. Far away from Kirkwall.
Oh, Maker. He'd really done it. Memories hit him in a rush and a hand involuntarily went to his brow, pressing his temples as he squeezed his eyes back shut and fought against the horrible onslaught of emotion. He could see everyone's faces at the moment of the blast. He could hear Sebastian's violent th