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
A New BeginningA New Beginning:A New Beginning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the sea.
With my friends,
Right by me.
We will sail,
To these lands.
But our hands.
Though we feel,
Lost at sea.
We still know,
We are free.
Come and join,
Raise your hands,
We will sail,
To these lands...
"Hoist the flag and let me see, what the jolly roger of Chen shall be!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
2p America! X Nerd! Reader!2p Bully America x Reader2p America! X Nerd! Reader!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
How not to survive high school
DISCLAIMER!! I do not own Hetalia or You
"(Y/N) it's time to get up you have school today!" Your mother yelled. Groaning you get up and get ready for school "lets hope HE doesn't get me today" you mumbled as you stumbled down the stairs 'I'm gonna get some breakfast and get to the library as fast as I can!'
"Yes I'm the fist one here!" You beamed as you fist pumped the air. Racing down the dimly lit corridor with glee written all over your geeky face. Turning the corner 'to freedom' you slammed face first into the floor by an evil force.
"HAHAHAHA! Well lookie here it's the little nerd! Trying to escape to the library are we?" The cocky voice boomed, whipping your head around you were met with crimson red eyes drilling into you innocent (E/C)
"A-Al!" You managed to choke.
The Sea of DeathThe Sea of Death:The Sea of Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We weathered the dreaded maelstrom,
As the sea displayed her rage.
She danced like a fevered puppet,
Upon her deadly stage...
Within her swirling currents,
My men were cast aside.
Drawn into her hungry maw,
It was then and there they died.
Never had I seen such a thing,
It spoke of darkness before my eyes,
A serpent rose from the watery depths,
As lightning boiled from the skies.
It's screaming call was as a banshee's wail,
It stole the life from our shrieking lips,
Like the chilling touch of death itself,
We fell like slaves before the whips...
Darkness came and darkness went,
My eyes opened to the morning light.
I found myself on a lonely island,
Without a single man in sight...
"I think the worse part be that the rum was gone..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd January 2012
LaF: Round 3 - Page 11 All eyes locked onto the rolling vial and Spirit was the first to make a move. The small ball of ghostly light shot forwards, making a beeline to the antidote. Aphari made a decision impulsively, knowing that she had to act now or else she would lose everything.LaF: Round 3 - Page 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With a brilliant burst of blue from her gemstone, Spirit was consumed in blinding light. It stopped violently and seemed to fizzle in the brightness as it dropped to the ground.
"SHPIRUT! GETH AWAY, NO!" Gar screamed as he clambered forwards. He reached out to his injured friend when suddenly he felt something jerk him back. He turned and saw a clawed hand gripping tightly to his wing. As he fearfully followed the arm he found the face of his master grinning down at him.
"You were just a burden to me all those years. Now I'm free from you." He sneered. Gar shook his head and felt tears prickle at his eyes.
"Mashter, no, this ishn't real! Pleesh, let me go, I need to shave-s-save..."
The Gathering Storm Ch 1 Chapter 1: InsomniaThe Gathering Storm Ch 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Skyline (skī'līn'): n. 1. the apparent horizon. 2. an outline (as of buildings or a mountain range) against the background of the sky. 3. the juncture of earth and sky; that is, the line at which the earth and sky meet.
It was raining. The roof always leaked when it rained.
Ears still ringing with the monotonous plink-plunk of pattering raindrops, Leaca Quickclaw lay back upon her pillow, a dictionary clasped tightly to her chest. Inadvertently, she found her eyes drawn to a speck of rainwater above herone little drop jumping down to land in a chipped kitchen pot beside her bed. Her routine should have worked by now, so why was she still tossing and fidgeting at such a violent rate? Why did her head still feel like it was lost in some cloudy bank of fog?
The Half-dead"How could this happen?" Thor's hands were clenched into fists. He wanted to destroy the magnificent table in front of him with one bat. "How could anyone dare to act against your judgment, All-Father!"The Half-dead3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Calm down!" Said Odin. His voice filled the room. "Almost everyone here in Asgard harbored a grudge against Loki."
"This is not an excuse," cried Thor. His body trembled with rage. Odin's word was law. No one was allowed to act against it.
"But above all it was an act of cowardice." Thor bowed his head. The last one he spoke in a whisper, almost not hearable, but Odin knew and nodded approvingly.
"How is Sigyn?," asked the young god, after he had calmed down a bit.
"Bad", the All-father said. "The poor thing is still completely distraught. I just hope she does not think she is guilty. "
"How could she? She only did what was told her. She could not know that the meal was poisoned and she will hardly be in a position to carry out such an act. "
"Certainly not," sighed Odin. "But I do not
The Gathering Storm Ch 8 Chapter 8: TriumphThe Gathering Storm Ch 86 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Leaca fluttered open one weak eyelid, which twitched for a few seconds before lying still. Yawning, she groggily lifted her head . . . and then slouched back down upon her pillow, a feeling of vertigo washing over her. She couldnt bring herself to raise her body anymore, for she had a steadily escalating headache; it felt like a brass band had played in her ear all night long.
Chesopeke rubbed her nose against Leacas shoulder, meowing and purring. Leaca petted her blindly, unable to see Chesopeke while her head was buried face-down in her pillow. Still, it was comforting to hear her cats voice beside her
An Intro to The LibraryAn Intro to The Library3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six years ago the Greater Altalamatox Public Library put its small and remote home city on the map when it spilt out of the ether and onto the shores of its lake.
It's a building with a lot of history. Once part of a prestigious campus, it was last owned by a club of gents with a shared passion for illegal spellcraft and dimensional exploration, who used it to hide their howling voids into the cosmos and also their pointy hats and anything else they didn't want their wives to find. They never did accomplish discovery of a new world- or never had the satisfaction of knowing they did- but did manage one highly impressive feat which was to tuck the Library sideways between dimensions when the police came 'round to investigate. This was about a hundred and ten years ago.
The gentlemen, after their prison terms ended, never succeeded in summoning back the building. To that end they'd have to have known where it lay nearest to this world, and to their distress they were witne
The Gathering Storm Ch 3Chapter 3: The Picnic BasketThe Gathering Storm Ch 36 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Leaca sighed as she entered the bookshop that afternoon, right before announcing she was home. But it made no difference; her grandparents were busy playing Scrabble in the so-called living room and hadnt heard a word shed said. Leaca just rubbed her forehead, wondering how they could play a game like Scrabble when they could barely see well enough to make out the letters.
But Leaca spared this conundrum little thought as she made her way across the main room of the shop, an area known as the showroom. The lighting here was dim; the rooms tarnished brass gas lamps and melted candles threw little light. The consequent darkness gave the place the aura of some medieval spell-book shop. Though Leaca willingly soaked in the moody atmosphere, she thought the set-up rather unsafe. One little tip of a lamp and whoosh! The whole place w
The Gathering Storm Ch 5 Chapter 5: The Golden DiaryThe Gathering Storm Ch 56 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
More than a few beastly glances were directed Leacas way for her uncouth behavior in the bookstore. None of the customers could figure out why a high school kid would be so enthused over books that shed feel the need to run across the store. But Leaca ignored the glares of the pompous passerby as she made her way past the miniature café and on toward the journal section. Once there, she skidded to a halt, scanning the area for any trace of her prize.
Wait, is that . . . ?
A shimmer of gold caught her eye, forcing her into a sort of mesmerized state. Dazedly, she pursued her vision until she came to kneel before one of the stores wooden cases. As she had suspected, her treasure was resting upon this shelf. This was the diaryher
Shaman-completeThe man was not a hermit by choice, but out of necessity. His first name was Doug, and his last name no longer mattered. What few relatives he had still living were out of touch and scattered across the States. Doug lived in an old shack out in the woods, nestled in the riverbottoms of the Ozarks in a secluded valley. Considered legally insane by his doctors, whom he visited only a few times a year, he lived a sparse monk-like existence on a meager government disability check. But he knew that he was quite sane, no matter what any doctor said, and he was a haunted man. Once a month, when he drove into town for supplies, he felt the eyes of all the normal people piercing his soul, but these were not the eyes he had to worry about. Any would be guest inside his home, not that he ever had any, would notice a fish hook tacked to the wall someplace in plain view in every room. And upon these fish hooks hShaman-complete6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Heaven Doesnt Know Chp1Chapter OneHeaven Doesnt Know Chp16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Slit yellow eyes followed the liquid movements of the figure across the room while black ears trained on the deep melodious tune of the cello. The low notes carried effortlessly around the bedchamber, lulling to sleep the mass of fur lying on the musician's bed. The flames in the fireplace across from the player's chair had dimmed, as did the brightness of all the flames in hell. His music controlled everything, like it once had in the Golden City. Dark gray eyes were half lidded as he lost himself within the tune and his memories of past glory. Slender fingers held the immaculate bow, guiding it across the strings of silver as the other porcelain-like hand commanded the higher piece of the cello. Due to the memories of the past, the sweet melody had slowly changed into a somber piece, momentarily raising the creature from its descent into slumber. The musician's eyes slid closed and continued to play on.
Pale ears listened appreciatively to the sad, sweet music, eye
Losing Everything and Climbing BackLosing Everything and Climbing Back:Losing Everything and Climbing Back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is where I am standing.
I will not back down,
I am still wordmancing.
This goes out to,
My greatest rival.
I fell down hard,
Now you wear my title.
I used to be the King,
but now I am down.
So you can keep the title,
And take the crown.
But now I'm climbing back,
To the top of hill.
So wash and wait for me,
Cause I'm goin' for the kill.
You are the greatest,
Poet of Light.
Your emotions and your heart,
Are fuckin' bright.
But forget me not,
I am the dark of night.
And you are the target,
Within my sight.
"Lock and load lads, it's time fer a fight!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
RefugeSigyn did not know where she was. Fear controlled her body and countless tears ran down her cheeks. It was cold, ruthless cold. She sobbed, froze and panic filled her body. Wherever she was, she was far, far away from everything she knows, far away from Asgard. Cold wind ruffled through her hair and made her shudder. What had happened? Was she punished? Sigyn remembered how Odin's guards have come into her room and made her following them. She remembered the stranger who has surrounded her suddenly, this strange woman who brought her into a room where she has persevered and suddenly, quite suddenly, from one moment to the next she was located here. Outdoors in an unfamiliar environment. She felt her legs sank up to her knees in the snow.Refuge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Had Odin punished her for the death of the prisoner? She did not do that! No, she did not! She had taken care of him. She had done everything to ensure he stayed alive. For weeks she had taken care of the man why should she had done something to him th
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
NOTRE FORTERESSE BRULE - OUR FORTRESS IS BURNING(english version and musical link below)NOTRE FORTERESSE BRULE - OUR FORTRESS IS BURNING4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Notre Forteresse Brûle
Nous glissions telles des ombres
Sur le gris blanc des limbes
Livrés au vent d'abîme
Puisqu'il faut s'offrir des pierres
Baisers longs de silence
Dons muets telle mort
Oh n'avoir plus grelottant
De bras de bois de feu
C'est venir d'où de quoi
Elle aura flambé trop vide
Réchauffant notre abîme
L'instant où tout existe
Danse de brume de cendres
Cette montagne seule
Ou s'exsanguent les âmes
Notre Forteresse Brûle
Va fuis existe et vole
Je reste au fond du feu
Frantz, décembre 2011.
Our Fortress Is Burning
As shadows we slide
On the grey white limbo
Delivered to the abyss' wind
Since we need to give each other stones
Kisses long with silence
Gifts as muted as death
To no longer have shivering
Arms of wood's fire
Jareth x Reader: Treasure Me Pt 1Jareth x Reader: Treasure Me Pt 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
Books were a weakness of (y/n)'s. She owned three book shelves worth. Most of them were Fantasy and Science-Fiction, but scattered among the books were some General Fiction and Non-Fiction. Very few were purchased on a whim. Many of her books have been ones she's read before, and after reading them, wanted a copy for herself. (y/n) treasured every single book she owned.
The young college student had her eye on a used book store she hadn't been to yet. (y/n) drove passed it many times. It was small and kind of hidden between a cafe and a boutique. The rustic sign above the doors was welcoming. After two weeks of putting it off, (y/n) finally took the time to check it out.
She pulled into a parking stall in front of the store. She had a good feeling about it as she read the sign: "Second-Hand Treasures". (y/n) knew she'd find one or two of them. Maybe three.
The bell inside the store jingled when she opened the door, its tone rich and light. It made the person at the register look up fro
Shifting Sands (Chapter One)Shifting Sands (Chapter One)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stood on the ledge and watched the sun set beyond the horizon. As the darkness fell, I felt the air chill and the sky come alive with the light of stars. The sky was clear of clouds or cover…and the light of the moon cast its holy glow over the entire city of sand. The buildings and homes that stood scattered all over the place were as numerous as sand in the desert; there was no end to them. The sultans palace, which stood in all its majesty to the far corner of the city, cast a commanding shadow over the land. The lights of torches and lamps began to appear in the windows and on the rooftops of buildings, as if the city was trying to compete with the dazzling stars above it. This was a peaceful and tranquil night. The city was closing its eyes and sleeping under the deep blue night sky. The Kingdom of Samadiin was now sleeping.
“Ridiculous.” I whispered to myself.
Anyone who had grown up in the city knew that this was a city that never slept an
2P!Canada X Reader (EPILOGUE)2P!Canada X Reader (EPILOGUE)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You awoke to soft light of morning floating in through the blinds, and the soft snoring of your sleeping boyfriend. You and Matt had been dating for two years now and you couldn't have been any happier.You turned over in the bed you two shared and stared at his handsome face, the way the sun hit his face made him look like a fallen angel,his blonde hair falling around his face made you want to just stay in this bed with him forever.After the cabin trip you and Matt moved in with each other,yeah it was fast but these were weird circumstances,and you had fallen madly in love with your creepy caretaker. Matt had never told you in words he loved you, he wasn't the type, but he would do it with his caring actions and protectiveness.
You rolled out of bed careful not to wake Matt, and walked into the kitchen getting out supplies for his favorite breakfast pancakes. You busied yourself making pancakes while you thought about all that happened in the past year, for example, Matt's brother Jaso
Piano Practice (Mr.DarcyxReader) One-ShotPiano Practice (Mr.DarcyxReader) One-Shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mr. Darcy I hate to sound so negative but I simply cannot play this piece," you frowned. "Did you choose this level of difficulty on purpose? I dare say, do you wish to laugh at me?"
There was a playful teasing in your voice as you spoke to the man known as Fitzwilliam Darcy. Of course he was only addressed as Mr. Darcy ever since his father died. He was a wealthy man who appeared to be a sort of a snob to others but had hidden qualities that made him likeable. You had met his sister before and her bubbly personality made you doubt that they were siblings.
You had met Mr. Darcy just a few months ago while going through Pemberley, near Lambton, Derbyshire. Your parents were good friends with Mr. Bingley's family and Mr. Bingley himself insisted that you meet Mr. Darcy. When you met him, you felt that he was....distant and reserved. He barely talked to anyone in the room. You thought that he had just wanted to leave the manor as soon as possible due to boredom however Mr. Bingley inform
BunnymundXReaderBunnymund X ReaderBunnymundXReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story by: lilacgiraffe
Request by: aeli-chan
It was Easter night and you were tucking your little sister in for bed. After kissing her goodnight, you went downstairs to gather the colored eggs that you had made with her and a bunch of other eggs from the 'Easter Rabbit' into a basket. You gritted your teeth against the cool Spring air and began to walk along the edge of your yard. This would be your first time hiding the eggs since your parents passing. You yawned and placed the eggs strategically where (L/s/n) could find them easily, the prettier ones harder to find than others. As you bent over to hide an orange egg under a leaf, you frowned, noticing an egg already there. Tilting your head to the side, you placed your egg next to the mysterious and pick the other one up. You furrowed your eyebrows and glared at the egg, wondering how it got there.
Shaking your head, you placed it in your basket, arranging the eggs so that yours w
Corrupted Little Bird (Male!CruellaxReader) Pt.1Corrupted Little Bird (Male!CruellaxReader) Pt.19 months ago in Romance More Like This
*Male Cruella De Vil X Reader: Part 1*
~Author's Note: Bonjour!! As mentioned below: male De Vil inspiration came from another, characters all mine. I guess you could say this is the origin story for where Cruelle gets his iconic mink fur coat. Have fun!!~
The jarring vibrations of your phone accompanied by obnoxious music violently jolt you out of your slumber, pulling a groan from you as you debate whether or not to answer it. Your (e/c) eyes strained in the darkness to read the clock on your nightstand—2:36 a.m.—and you cuss under your breath after reading the caller ID. It’s your manager, but why the hell would he be calling you at this hour?
Considering you’re the top sales representative for a high-end clothing line, you figure it’s an emergency and reluctantly answer the frantic phone.
“Hello…?” you growl.
“(Y/n), get up and to the store immediately, and I mean immediately
Endure (England x Reader)Five hours had passed, and every technique known to any capable doctor had passed him by, but finally, he was drawing the line. Warm-skinned, faint, consciousness as frail as candle-flame, he was pulling away.Endure (England x Reader)7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“It’s the leeches again. Of course. I thought I’d expressed their futility already.”
"Hold still." The doctor's voice was pinched by weariness and dulled by impatience. At first it had all been rather amusing observing it all beside the bed, considering they were the only aware witness to seeing a man of such remarkable self-importance make such a fuss of things - but as Arthur began rejecting several of the more crucial methods, their declining tolerance had arisen to the forefront of their thoughts.
Wild as it was, the current scenario made them desire to be somewhere else; were they a doctor of two hundred years past they would have a cloak over them and a cane to make the divide and take a pulse. Perhaps then they'd have more authority re