Thor's Theme (Anti Marvel) (ENG)Dear Thor, god of lighting and thunderThor's Theme (Anti Marvel) (ENG)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Never before was your fame such a victim of plunder
Look at all those directors, who stole your story
Washed away the true memory of you, for their own glory
Your hair is red, they always forget
They feature you as a girl's dream instead
Let the lightning come down and burn this shit out
They won't change you again, there's no doubt
You're not a friend with Loke, I know
But many girls make you love each other, though
Dear Thor, make it stop please
Marvel - Fandom is such a disease !
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.The Parlour Incident4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 3Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 31 year ago in Romance More Like This
The snow had finally arrived. Goldenkit, who has never experienced the chilling substance, raced out of the den and gazed up at the low, gray sky in wonder.
Slowly, the other kits filed out behind him. Harekit blinked away the sleep from his eyes. "It's so cold out here!" He hissed, his fur fluffing up to combat the leafbare chill.
"That's because it's leafbare, you mouse-brain!" Goldenkit giggled and batted at his friend's ear.
Harekit shook the flakes of snow from his fur. "Still, I don't like it."
The other warriors were all sleepily emerging from their dens, each one looking up at the sky. Some growled in anger and contempt, and others purred in delight.
"Now we can go ice fishing!" Lionclaw whipped his tail back and forth excitedly. "Whitepelt, you should come along! You'll blend in so well." He brushed his tail along her flank with a laugh.
"I suppose." The white warrior blinked. "Oddly enou
ROTG Jack Frost x ReaderChapter twoROTG Jack Frost x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You woke the next morning in a daze. You slide out of bed sluggishly resting your feet on the floor sitting on the edge of your bed. Eyes feeling heavy and moving slowly you stand. You went through your normal morning routine.
You had made your way to the kitchen and rummaged for food once you got there. Pulling out bread, honey, cinnamon, and some powdered sugar. You put the bread into the toaster as you wait you rethinking last nights events. That voice you think to yourself. You were stuck in thought running your mind around that voice last night when the bread from the toaster sprung up. Breaking your train of thought you grab the slices and put them on a plate and make your breakfast.
You made to the couch when you look down and see the powdered sugar was resting peacefully on the honey. It reminds you of snow. You get a cold sensation next to you as you begin to eat. You simply ignore it thinking it could be a draft. As you finish eating you go clean you dishes
The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov Twins2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 2Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 21 year ago in Romance More Like This
Goldenkit shuffled along the edge of the nursery, looking for a way out. He pawed at the branches and brambles, hoping his tiny claws could snag on a tendril and tear it free. He could see some golden light seeping in from the outside world, and he wanted to feel its warmth.
"Goldenkit, what are you up to now?" His mother, Dewflower, scooped him up in her paw and pulled him close to her.
"I'm trying to explore." The black and white kit squeaked.
"You're trying to ruin the den, that's what you're doing," a brown mottled she-cat hissed. Her kit was nestled at her belly, he was older than Goldenkit, but only by two moons or so.
"Can Harekit play too?" Goldenkit perked up his little curled ears in excitement.
"Can't you see he's sleeping?" The she-cat growled.
"Oh quiet, Foxfur, you know he just wants to play." Dewflower defended her son.
"Yeah, and mine just wants to sleep." The mud-colored she-cat r
ROTG Jack Frost x ReaderChapter 6ROTG Jack Frost x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jack stuck around until you had to leave for work. You both sat in your living room enjoying each other’s company. He sat across from you and asked questions about yourself. While you did the same to him. He seemed very interested in learning about you, who you were, what you’re like, it was like playing twenty questions.
When you go to work you hung up your jacket and went through your normal routine. Today you worked 3 P.M till closing time. As the day dragged on slowly you would think about Jack. Stuck around you when ever he could and you enjoyed his company when he did. While working today he was off in New York, he said something about delivering some ice.
As you work the hours dragged by painfully and soon everyone filtered out of the restaurant leaving you alone. You sigh as you clean up the bar. The music plays from the jukebox that rests on the wall just to the left of the bar. The song starts to cut out and becomes static. You watch it as if it were to
Hallo und Tschuess (Goethe Modern) (GER)Mein Herz raste, schnell setzte ich mich auf's PferdeHallo und Tschuess (Goethe Modern) (GER)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Es war schneller getan, als gedacht
Die Sonne drehte sich Weg von der Erde
Die Nacht brach an, ich hab gelacht
Im Nebel stand eine alte Eich'
Sie war an Größe ziemlich reich
Angst hattte ich vor der Dunkelheit, da nichts erschien bekannt
Ich glaubte hundert Gegner zu sehen, denn nichts hab ich erkannt
Von Wolken umgeben schien der Mond
Auch der Trabant wurde vom Nebel nicht verschont
- und stark wehte der Wind
Drückte schmerzvoll an mein Ohr, er war doch recht geschwind
Die Nacht gebar fortlaufend der Hölle schwarze Brut
Doch ich fühlte mich wohl und war auch voller Mut
In meinen Adern brannte heiß, ein Hormon genannt Adrenalin
In meinem Herzen brannte Leidenschaft
Ich sah dich und die schöne Freude
deines Anblickes erreichte mich
Mein Herz ist immer bei dir
Und mein Leben, es ist nur für dich
Dein Gesicht, die Vollkommenheit der Natur
Und ich bekam die Zärtlichkeiten, so ehrlich und so pur
Ich hoffte noch auf diese Gefühle; auf Lie
New HomeNew Home4 years ago in Drama More Like This
THE RACCOONS FAN FICTION
Written by Stephen Ricketts, Jennifer Elliot & Jacob Turner
The Raccoons © Skywriter Media & Entertainment Group
Michelle Raccoon © Michelleraccoon
Jenny Snooper © Jennifer Elliot
Super Snooper © Hanna-Barbera
NEW RACCOONS INTRO
NARRATOR: 'This is the Evergreen Forest. Quiet, peaceful, serene. That is until Bert Raccoon wakes up.'
As the narrator talks, we see the forest, and zoom in on Bert and Lisa's new tree/house. And into their room, where Bert Raccoon leaps out of bed.
Then the picture freezes, and Bert's name appears, followed by still images of the other main characters with their names. And goes to Cyril and the Pigs, when Cyril's theme tune plays.
MAIN CAST LIST
Ralph and Melissa
Bentley and Penny
Schaeffer and Broo
Cedric and Sophia
Lloyd, Boyd and Floyd
After the cast list, it shows all the main characters standing together, with Bert pointing up at the fireworks in
NEPKAT FEEEEEEEELS▲: :33< somebody help me......NEPKAT FEEEEEEEELS3 years ago in Drama More Like This
▼: WHAT HAPPENED?
▲: :33< karkitty.....
▼: WHAT'S WRONG?
▲: :33< its gamz33.....
▲: :33< he hurt me.....
▼: OH MY GOD.
▲: :33< he killed equius......
▼: NO,FUCK NO. HE COULDN'T HAVE-
▼: HE'S SOBER?!
▲: :33< im scared......
▼: I'M COMING OVER.
▼: YOU'RE AT YOUR HIVE,RIGHT?
▲: :33< im furking scared....... DD':>
▲: :33< no.....
▼: WHERE ARE YOU
▲: :33< the...... lab.......
▼: HOLY FUCK WHY YOU OUT OF ALL PEOPLE.
▼: I'M COMING.
▼: STAY THERE.
▼: HOLD ON.
▼: FUCK FUCK SHIT.
▲: :33< im trying..... DD:>
▼: *halfway there*
▼: DAMMIT. DAMNED GAMZEE.
▼: THAT STUPID STONER.
.photography: a love story.Falling in Love.photography: a love story.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was about eleven years old when I got my first camera. It was instant love, my first love. I took it everywhere with me. Every flower in sight was shot, my friends became models. My dog became an endangered animal in the Sahara that was to be the epitome of my photographic lifetime. Being a photographer quickly became my dream.
The Truth is Often Disappointing
One day my father took me for ice cream with a side of let's talk about actuality. Simply put; he told me photography was a wonderful hobby and he was glad I found an interest in something. Then came the harsh reality; it takes a lot to become a professional photographer. Most people only ever do it as a hobby; only a select few ever make it a career.
Putting it Down
I can’t tell you if it was the disappointment of learning my dream job wasn’t likely to
PilgrimI'd been alone in the wastes for near ten days when they found me. The building I'd holed-up in might have been a bank, might have been a church; I wasn't going to call it. But its walls were stone-built, and most of them were still standing.Pilgrim2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meals of tinned mystery-meat, and only-slightly irradiated water had kept me alive as I picked through the detritus. I found little more than empty, rusted tins, and kid's toys that had survived the fallout. That is, until I turned up the device; some relic that still had power. It came alive in my hands, splashing blue light across pitted grey stone and orange rust.
Of course, I was far from the only one interested in that trinket. My first warning was the quake; stones shifted beneath my feet and rusting I-beams groaned overhead. Still, that was more warning than most got, and I wasn't about to waste it. I grabbed my pack and ran.
I burst out of the shaking building, arriving at a cratered street. I didn't stop; the quake was hot on my heels. An
What if... The sun shone down on the Thunderclan camp, and Bluefur watched as Mosskit, Mistykit and Stonekit tumbled over Thrushpelt, laughing.What if...1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Get out of our territory, Shadowclan flea-pelt!” Stonekit squeaked, charging at Thrushpelt. He battered the tom’s ear with his tiny paws.
“You should never have come here!” Mistykit cried, standing atop the tom.
“Yeah! Because we’re the greatest Thunderclan warriors ever!” Mosskit boasted, climbing up and standing next to her sister.
“Oh yeah?” He grinned and heaved upward.
With squeaks of surprise and delight, Mistykit and Mosskit tumbled from his back. They recovered quickly and tackled his paws. Thrushpelt growled playfully.
Bluefur smiled and laughed.
“Looks like your kits are doing well.” Fe
The Delorean RevealedThe Delorean Revealed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For six long months, Benny the Beast had been working secretly in his personal garage at the LionKingHeart Fantasy Films studios. Half of year of collecting various pieces of tubes, wires, metal and other forms of junk was culminating to something that was collecting the curiosity of his fellow staff members. In addition, he had been receiving numerous packages in the mail that he refused to let anyone else see. It was all becoming too much for everyone, especially Rae the Lioness.
One day, Johnny the Lion was coming in with the mail. Rae got mostly love letters from Heath, which she just tossed in the garbage. Johnny and Leo got a mix of fan letters and bills.
"Is there a package for me, Johnny?" Benny asked.
"Let's see. . . yup! Here ya go," Johnny replied as he handed the beast a small box. Benny carefully peeked inside and smiled.
"Yes!" he shouted w
Hijo de la Luna capitulo 61Hijo de la Luna capitulo 619 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"FUEGO Y AGUA"
El clima se tornaba cada vez mas extraño. Pareciera que, desde la llegada de Salvatore, la lluvia hubiera cesado. Aun asi, el clima seguía tan frio como la expresión de Salvatore después de decirle por primera vez “padre” al rey de los lobos. No se veía feliz. Ni siquiera nervioso. Solo mantenía la mirada fija en la de Dominic.
-vaya, vaya. Que tenemos aquí? –hablo Dominic, rompiendo el incomodo silencio mientras se alejaba de un debilitado Angelo, con un paso tranquilo, como si tuviera la situación bajo control. –parece ser que alguien ya conoce la verdad, pero… -hizo una pausa para pasar la lengua por sus dientes y luego voltear a ver a su hermano mayor. –ninguno de los dos se ve muy animado. Pareciera que a ninguno le gusto la noticia.
Para cuando volteo a ver a Salvatore, este ya había emprendido una carrera contra el lobo negro. Este, como reacción, creo una enorme garra hecha de a
Bard's LamentMy steps are attached to the ground that holds your kingdom. I saw you once upon a time, when I first came with my humble lyre to play some joy and some pain, and I never left.Bard's Lament2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wonder ; forgotten princess, could the comb you once held in your hand now untangle the torment of my mind?
I wonder; does the mirror that reflected your eyes still stand unbroken; and could it take me where wanders your mind?
I wonder; did the two thousand steps of your castle porch kiss your feet when you climbed them for the last time?
I wonder; do the walls cry at night seeing you forever asleep?
And I, the poorest of all minstrels, I shall destroy my instrument and use its strings to make a bow. And send my everything to you, on an arrow, since I cannot climb up to you holding on your locks, like Rapunzel, or fighting the dragon like Sleeping Beauty. I will send my most beautiful scores, and maybe the touch of my heart’s ink will at last wake you up.
I will sit under your balcony, on the very spot
the Art of Staying Aloft - Prologuethe Art of Staying Aloft - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
I Dream of CeresA sci-fi pulp.I Dream of Ceres2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cerean Anthem blared out of the speakers of the cell’s viewplate. Trandon was awake beforehand, out of habit. He wore sonic-strength ear plugs just so he wouldn’t have to listen to that fucking song. They were proscribed items for that reason and he had paid out the nose to get them, but they were SO worth it. After the jingle came the news. This was worth watching solely because of the buxom newscaster (he had heard that the reporter in the women’s cells was a hunky dude, but he didn’t know for sure). She covered the usual shit; buy Cerean, work hard, brush your fucking teeth so you don’t cost the government a pair of dentures.
The work listings came on and he stopped looking at the woman’s chest and at the numbers that crawled up the side of the screen.
“Due to mishaps in the Level 23 dry-docks,” -people died- “the completion time for the freighter Chalmar Truntz is behind schedule. Ceres Astrowerks is
ROTG Jack Frost x ReaderChapter 7ROTG Jack Frost x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pitch looms over you with a smirk.
“You're terrified.” his voice was like velvet as he spoke. His eyes burned with pride that he was able to strike fear in your heart. The black sand still covered the windows shutting the outside world out.
“I have a message for you to deliver”. Pitch says as he drags a slender grey hand across you cheek.
It was late when you got home. You were tired and shied away from the dark corners of your house in fear that Pitch would step out. Not knowing when Jack would be back you went strait to bed. Tossing and turning all night you drifted in and out of sleep. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Pitch looking back at you.
The sun was peaking trough the curtains in your room. Sluggishly crawling out of bed you headed towards the bathroom. When you were done with your routine you slowly made your way back to your room. Jack was leaning against the dresser with his arms folded across his chest. Something was off about Jack
Moving On“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.Moving On2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.
“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husband came running into the kitchen. We watched his mother rearrange my cabinets, turning tea-cup handles to the left instead of the right. My hands twitched.
“Ma, stop it!” he said, exasperation coloring his voice. “Put these things back, they were fine where they were!”
"No," she said, her voice heavily-accented. "I will take
Journeyed Too Far WestJanuary 24th, 1872Journeyed Too Far West3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arrived in Rose Dust today. Got a good overlook from the stagecoach as it crested a hill. Little more than a collection of shabby buildings all jumbled together in the bottom of horseshoe-shaped gulley. Timber frames of future dwellings out on the fringes, plenty of carpenters at work. Only places of merit seem to be the assay office and the town hall, maybe the local saloon. Not sure why Rose Dust has the name it does, but clearly a fresh boomtown; even the railroad hasn’t come out this far.
Met with Mayor Chandler, took me to Hoc’s saloon for drinks and to discuss my settling into town. Said his wife didn’t tolerate the thought of him drinking in his office. Friendly, just like in the letters. Offered to put me up in the hotel for the night while he finishes getting my place secured. Never met a man so outright welcoming in my life. Odd that he greets me so warmly; they must really need an undertaker.
January 27th, 1872
Been a few days now, and am