Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.Blood Brothers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
NEW 100 Themes Challenge~THE 100 THEMES~NEW 100 Themes Challenge6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
5. Break Up
6. New Love
9. You and Me
10. I Do
12. DO NOT ENTER
15. Kings, Queens, and Jokers
16. Run Free
17. Where are the Crackers?
19. R is for Revenge
21. Do You Want To Know?
24. Rocks Aren't the Same
27. Freedom Isn't Free
32. Dying Fire
33. Breaking Point
37. Don't Go
40. Due Date
41. Sealed in Blood
45. Be a Man
46. Go For a Swim
47. Am I Dreaming?
48. Too Good To Be True
51. Elemental Tempest
52. Too Late
53. But I DIDN'T Do It
56. Lucky 13
57. I'm In
58. Slightly Disturbed
65. Black and White
69. Broken Promise
70. All the Little
Life in the CastleWedding NightLife in the Castle2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Robin was nervous as Chrom led her into his chambers. Only a few hours ago they were announced husband and wife. Everything was happening so quickly, but she knew that she couldn’t delay what would have to happen before they would be called back to the battlefield once more to protect the citizens of Ylisse. The tactician looked over at Chrom; she had grown to love Ylisse as much as he and she would die for the country to have its peace if necessary.
She could recall the event that happened after their wedding. Chrom had led Robin to a balcony where down below revealed the citizens all staring up at them with joyous expressions.
“Queen Robin!” They shouted with love, it stunned Robin. The title of queen had been bestowed upon her the moment she began walking down the aisle. Chrom put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. A blush spread across her cheeks as he smiled handsomely to her.
“It seems they love you already.” The
Teamcrafted, Episode1, Season 1 Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away. A little princess, Was abused. Night after night this girl would earn a bruise here, a gash there, but no one knew about her. One day a rumor was spilled, someone has found out that she was kept in the dungeons. The abuse increased, as well as her will to die. Finally, she had enough, and she ran away.Teamcrafted, Episode1, Season 110 months ago in Settings More Like This
I sighed and looked at my reflection in the lake, a 3 year old dirty haired blonde with a tattered ballgown. 'You're a disgrace to minecraftia' My fathers words rung in my head. I'm glad I threw away my emotions, or else I would be crying. ''THER SHE IS GUARDS, AFTER HER!'' My fathers guards screeched. I scrambled and grabbed Repix's hand, dragging him with me.
012- Insanity012- Insanity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a world where everyone has a unique ability, one that defines them and shapes their image towards others, to have no power is strange and frowned upon. In other words, those who are normal are seen as the freaks of society.
The majority of people realise their ability at age five, yet I was ten years old and still nothing. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure out my powers, if I had any at all. It was pure gold for the other children; they were vultures just waiting for an opportunity to make someone else inferior to them.
I had only just turned ten when it happened. I was enjoying my time alone during the morning break, even though humans are social I knew my place wasn't among them. As usual, the local kids had found my hiding place among the trees in the school grounds and decided it was about time for them to feel superior again. I froze as the footsteps slowly became louder and quicker, how many were they this time? There were too many
Twitards Invade The EnterpriseTwitards Invade The Enterprise6 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N: I dont own Star Trek or Twilight. Oh, and in the 24th Century all data on the Twilight movies have been lost so all the Twitards have to go on is the book series. As you can see, that leads to complications.
Data was on his way to the bridge when he bumped into a young woman. He stopped to see if the young woman was okay.
Are you all right? he asked.
The lady looked into his eyes with delight.
Golden eyes? she asked.
I am Lt. Commander-, Data began.
The woman continued inspecting him and interrupted Data before he could finish his sentence.
Sparkly skin that feels cold. Youre Edward Cullen! the woman exclaimed.
Data was confused, not knowing who this Edward Cullen was.
I am afraid that my name is Data, and I have no knowledge of an Edward Cullen.
Unfortunately, the young lady was not listening to him.
Oh my God! I cant believe that I met Edward
It Had To Be FrogsSunday, October 13th, 2013. Helwan's Circle. It rained frogs.It Had To Be Frogs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, it had to be frogs. Serena stepped over them as best she could, but they were everywhere. It wasn't the kind of thing you expected to see in smallish town America. One or two, maybe. Any more than that and you're wading into witch burning territory.
Serena really didn't want to wade into witch burning territory.
“What seems to be the problem?” Serena asked, “Aside from the frogs.”
Mrs. Caprica wrung her hands---Serena had never actually seen anyone do that. Truth be told, she'd rather not see it again. The woman had probably been wound too tightly even before any of this happened.
“We just wanted a baby,” she said.
“And you tried to invoke...”
“Heqet,” she said, “She's Egyptian. Ancient Egyptian, I mean.”
“I know who she is,” Serena said, as gently as she could. The frogs were staring a little too intently.
“I followed the bo
The IntrudersIt enters your mind; not agressive at firstThe Intruders3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think about it once or twice a week, not for long
You distract yourself easily.
It becomes more agressive with time
It starts a war inside your head
You against the intruders
You're still strong and doesn't give in to them.
The intruders attack you with their heavy artillery
Showing you unpleasant images undermining your defenses...triggering you
It weakens you...you think about it more each day
The intruders grow stronger
You can't barely manage to fight them
But still in the faint hope they go away
The intruders become parasites
Draining you...consuming you
You don't think about anything else
You can't focus
You wish not to wake up until it disappears on their own
But you can't (you have a job you can't afford to lose)
After a while you can't sleep properly because you have nightmares about it
You wake up trembling...with those images passing in front of your eyes
You have no peace...sleepin
Art is...What is art?Art is...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Art is the tears of its creator
A stream of relentless sorrows
Of dark and tortured colors
Poured upon open canvas
Art is the smile of its maker
Mouth curved in a happy grin
Ideas and creativity
Spilling forth in all shades
Art is the love of its composer
The key to life’s beauty
Passion and love
Bleeding onto paper
Art is the anger of its constructor
Through scorn and pain
Bitterness and contempt
Terrifying beauty is formed
Art is the soul of the artist
Laughter and tears
Frowns and smiles
Pulled from the deepest part of our hearts
Art is whatever we want it to be
desires of my heartdesires of my heart3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
If I had wings
Then I would fly up high
If I had wings
If I had roots
I would stand and not be moved
If I had roots
If I had wings
I would soar and wheel and fly
In the sky
But I don't have wings
And I never will
So I will never fly so high
I can touch the sky
If I had roots
I would never fall
To the ground
But I don't have roots
And I never will
So will I never stand
And not be moved
Can I fly
Without my wings
Can I stand
Or maybe no
But I'm going to try
I don't have wings
But I will fly high
And I don't have roots
But I will stand strong
Who made the rule
That you need wings
Or that roots
Are needed to stand
So watch me fly
See me stand firm
Watch me soar
See me hold fast
Watch me fly
If I Die, TonightIf I Die, TonightIf I Die, Tonight2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I’m not obsessed with death it’s just that it’s inevitable
Now I sit here wondering, if I were to breathe my final breath, tonight
Have I left any impact? Are my words, writings and actions, memorable or forgettable?
If my heart were to stop and never beat again, would you keep me in your mind?
And if so, how long will I stay there?
An hour, a week, a month, a year?
Or maybe longer if somehow possible, how would you think of me and where
When you saw a pencil and notepad, or would the memory of me drift away like a stray feather
Would you think of me by hearing the word sarcastic
Would you think of me as a calm, composed soul, or random and erratic
Would I be thought of as a fool, an enemy; or a friend and fantastic
Am I influential or unimportant?
Poetic and lyrical, or a wannabe that’s simply not memorable
A key part of your life or am I a dime a dozen?
And it’s not like I’m obsessed with death……
Trapped Inside.Trapped3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's where I am.
That's where I am.
That's where I am.
Inside my own mind,
My mind no one else
No one else
Drunk Ramblings...Have I ever told you about my brush with the Giant Gorilla People of Kenya? Nine feet tall! Chests as wide as bureau cases. That's what bureaus are shipped in, you know.Drunk Ramblings...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We were walking through the jungle. And came upon a vast clearing. 60 feet across. Fearing the dangers of the dark jungle, I decided to lead the team into the clearing to make our camp. We reached the center and began to pitch our tents. Mind you it was pitch black, but for our lanterns. Dead of night with barely a sliver of moon.
Never truly relaxed, I still felt a certain degree of reassurance. I felt this place would be safe. It wasn't until we got the fire going that I felt something watching us. I kept stealing glances into the murky darkness of the jungle that surrounded us. Under our chatter and the clatter of pots, I could hear a dark murmuring. As the meal came to a close, I put my back to the fire. When my colleagues asked why, I bluffed them. I told them my back was cold and I wished to warm it be
Jeffery and JasonJeffery and Jason7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong. I had always been a runt. I was the smallest in my family. My brothers always used to make fun of my for my size. I wasn't even used as a mount like the rest of my kind. All the other pigs got bought and ridden around, raced on, used for fun - but me?
I was the last pig bought at the auction. I was purchased by a poor farmer, who used me as a donkey to carry around firewood or pull a cart on his farm. He took good care of me, until one day, a man came and paid the farmer to take me.
He was nice to me too. He fed me carrots every day and always pet me, but it didn't last. It didn't take him long to find a big, strong horse. He spent all his time riding the horse - so much so that he forgot all about me. He never fed me anymore. I was beginning to worry about starving, so I ran away. I don't think he even noticed I was gone.
I've been walking all by myself for a few days now. I'm so hungr
Percy Jackson x Nico x (Slight!) Jason (Part 1)Percy Jackson x Nico x (Slight!) Jason (Part 1)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"So... I heard you like someone." Percy said, while Nico and he were walking along the shoreline of Camp Half-Blood.
"You heard wrong." Nico stated as his eyes darted around, seeking escape.
"Yeah... okay, that's why your eyes are widened in alarm? C'mon, tell me, we're friends." Percy pestered, trying to get the son of Hades to look at him. Nico tried to find a distraction, trying to stop the completely oblivious male next to him from getting him to confess. Sadly, there was nothing. Nico started thinking if he should just run, the Hades cabin isn't that far, but wouldn't that raise suspicion...?
While the son of Hades was having a conversation with himself, Percy stared at him, contemplating whether to splash him with water until he says who it is or just drop the subject. He then realized why Nico is so nervous and remembered what Piper told him. Percy sighed, trying to find the correct words to say.
"Look... Nico... I don't know how to say this... but... Annabeth is kinda with me,
Teamcrafted Season 1, Episode 2 Timeskip~!Teamcrafted Season 1, Episode 210 months ago in Humor More Like This
'Wow...' I said looking at the huge castle in front of me. ''Yep this is the base~!'' Dead-Mine said admiring it with me, ''Still never ceases to amaze me, after all these years. This even place has the most professional guards and warriors.'' She said, ''Well, not the most professional, whats the place... you know the rumor about the princess? Hmmm Um OH YEA Recronos Castle! They have the most trained.'' I instantly flinched. 'Hey Repix?' no answer 'Repix?' I turned around to look at him 'They have the most professorial girls though~!' He said drooling over some girls in bikinis. ''REPIX!!''
Yoshi Cookie RecipesYoshi Cookie Recipes9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In addition to the following ingredients, you'll need a baking sheet and some aluminium foil.
Butter - 50 grams
Sugar - 50 grams
1/2 an egg, beaten
A dash of vanilla essence
Cake Flour - 130 grams
Baking Powder - 1/2 Teaspoon
Take the butter from the fridge and allow it to reach room temperature.
Flatten the butter in a bowl as best you can, then whisk it until fluffy.
Add half of the sugar and beat it into the butter, then add the other half and beat until creamy.
Add the egg a little bit at a time, mixing well.
Add the dash of vanilla essence.
Sift the flour into a bowl, then add it to the other ingredients.
Use a wooden spoon to mix everything together, and shape it into a dough.
Wrap the dough in clingfilm/plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator for 30 minutes.
Use a rolling pin to flatten the dough to about 5mm thickness.
Use a cookie cutter to cut out heart-shaped pieces, and put them on a sheet of aluminium foil on a baking tray.
Teamcrafted Season 1, Episode 10 ~Stars P.O.V~Teamcrafted Season 1, Episode 102 months ago in Humor More Like This
I heard the fumbling of keys and muffled swears. Soon the door opened the sound of his footsteps lead to the computer. I adjusted my grip on the whipped cream can. I heard the shuffling of headphones and a click of a mouse. A second later music blasted and Ty yelled in surprise, throwing off his headset. "NOW!" we jumped out of the closet and sprayed him with whipped cream. He slipped on some whipped cream and fell backwards "RUN!" We bolted out of the room and ran down the hallway, I stumbled once or twice but was able to keep my balance. I opened the door to my room and we all piled in. "IF HE FINDS OUT WE ARE SO DEAD!" Jean yelled, pacing around the room. "I DOUBT HE WILL'' Jordan yelled back. "WHY ARE WE YELLING!?" Hawky screamed. "Hawky's got a point..." Sakaru stated. "WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING?!" Moxie yelled. "Sakar
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
christmas revenge sequelTwas the night before Christmas, round two had drawn near.christmas revenge sequel3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This time would be different, not quite like last year.
My house had no tree, no, there wasn't a trace
Not one tree to let him hit me in the face
The traps were more horrid, the torture more cruel,
Yes, I was determined to make my Christmas rule.
The fire was burning with coal from last year
Oh yes, my objective was perfectly clear.
All The presents, I'll take them, they'll all soon be mine.
As soon as the calendar hits Christmas time.
That fatso was done for, I'd not let him win
I bided my time with a horrible grin
For sixteen whole years I've had coal stacks to spare
After i failed last year, it was quite hard to bear.
But I was much smarter, a whole 'nother year
I loaded my rifle for when he drew near
i laid myself flat underneath the staircase, i wished that the fat man would pick up his pace
i almost gave up, my submission was near
when a small quiet sound echoed straight in my ear
The fat man drew closer, I heard the
When Talking To DragonsWhen in the presence of a dragon...When Talking To Dragons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You must stay calm,
and let your fears wave away.
Like the gentle pull of the ocean.
They look down on you with slender eyes.
Judging your every breath.
As you shallowly take in your gasps,
like quick streams of water rushing down a steep hill.
When speaking to dragons...
You must be brave.
Act with confidence that your words speak well,
and go without vexation or indignation
For a wrong word could mean termination.
They will listen to what you have to say
with the ears of a thousand mocking birds.
Until of course you speak astray,
and the rest is left to their flaming breath
When listening to dragons...
You must behave.
Allow them their prudence and wisdom,
for dragons are the perfect beings.
And they know all.
Why do you wish, oh young one, to consult the dragons?
Is it because your lost is a world without paths?
A world so dark and without any maps?
Does the life you live serve you no happiness?
Is it your own kind to blame?
The ones w
InebriatedInebriatedInebriated2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As you swallow the last drop of the golden ale, I’m beginnin’ to lose my patience
I snarl my nose and cover my mouth, trying to drown out your fetid odor
Just looking at your drunken form trying to form a sentence
You throw another bottle down, give up on talking and pass out without another word
I stand up and clean up your miserable mess
At first it was the weekends, and then it extended into the week
Now it’s everyday and I know because of that unmistakable scent
The smell of that disgusting golden ale known as Berkley
Now I know you’re downtrodden
But what about the life ahead of you
Now you live for the golden ale, you live in the bottle
I’ve tried to help, but you refuse; what am I supposed to do?
I cry myself to sleep thinking about you and your constant drinking
Thinkin’ about all that liquor that’s in your liver
And the next morning you try to tell me you just enjoy the feeling
The feeling?! Of being tor