The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
My Dear SisterWhy did you had to go thereMy Dear Sister1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
To a school far away from me
Why did you had to be a witch
Every time I called you a freak
I never really meant it
I was just jealous
My dear sister
Now you are gone
And I blame it on your world
You left me your kid
He has you eyes Lily
Your beautiful green eyes
And every time I look at them
I think of you
Of how happy you where to get your letter
And then I think of that Snape kid
I blame him the most
Because he took you away from me
And told you about all those things
Maybe if he wasn't the one who told us what you where
I would accept you
I really wanted you in my life
And you can't believe how much I miss you
But you are gone
You died for Harry
I'll take care of him Lily
But I also blame him
If he wasn't born
You would be safe and alive
I miss you Lily
I hope one day we will meet again
And you will forgive me
Life The cold rain tapped fiercely against the window, and while for some its monotonous sound was extremely soothing, for him it was distressing. He was lying on his stomach, on the bed; his face buried into the pillow, his hands; two clenched fists next to it.Life3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The muffled sobs made his whole body shake: why had this happened to him? Why? Why Freddie? He rolled on the bed, his eyes red and swollen, and stared at the wooden roof; at the dark burns and splashes of colour caused by their experiments.
The redhead suddenly stood up, his freckled face covered in tears, grabbed the first thing within his reach and threw it against one of the walls. It seemed to work, it helped him vent his rage, so he took another thing and broke it into pieces, then another one, and so on. Desperation flooded him, and he screamed, helplessly. IT WASN'T FAIR! Why did it have to be Freddie? WHY?
George collapsed o
Phan - Sleep With MeIt was three in the morning and of course Dan was still awake. He usually was, but tonight it was different because he wasn’t up because something interesting kept him up or because he still had to finish a video.Phan - Sleep With Me2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The reason was his flat mate and best friend Phil who despite having promised to be home at midnight, still hadn’t turned up and Dan was worried as fuck. Because let’s be honest Phil wasn’t exactly scary looking or anything - the perfect victim for a robbery, really.
Maybe Dan was a bit exaggerating there, but everything was possible with Phil. He usually attracts the weirdest people anyone could imagine. So why shouldn’t he cross paths with a murder or something tonight?
Dan sighed, pacing up and down in their lounge while fumbling with his phone. Should he call Phil? After all it had been three hours since he was due to get home. It was only naturally for Dan to worry about his best friend, right?
“Oh fuck it.” With that Phil’
Snow Fall (Sky fic) Page 1Sky sat by the fireplace he had just finished in the new house that Jerome had built. The snow fell down from the sky like sugar on cake, the ground frosted with the white substance.Snow Fall (Sky fic) Page 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hey, Sky, want some coco?” Asked the fuzzy creature from where he stood in the doorway.
“Yah, sure...,” Sky trailed as his head throbbed, he knew he needed to get out of human form soon, being like this for as long as he had nearly gotten to his breaking point. “Hey, Fuzzy, I think we need to have a chat...”
“What is it?” Jerome asked seriously with concern for his friend in his voice.
“Go get your coco friend, it can wait...”
“Do you want a budder apple?” Jerome asked with a smile. Sky nodded a small sad grin on his face. The baca smiled as he walked into the small kitchen, grabbing himself a brown mug and Sky is butter one, putting some hot coco in them. With a small frown he enters to see Sky, hand on his forehead leaning against t
Buffy - The LettersShe remembers the letters.Buffy - The Letters4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She doesn't really remember, now, what was in them, mostly because she didn't read them much. Mostly she burned them. What she remembers is the paper, the handwriting. It was beautiful handwriting, and that surprised her. She expected jagged, scratchy handwriting from him, ugly and unapologetic. Instead it was soft and flowing, looping and rippling gracefully across the page.
Sometimes that page was fine stationery, and she imagined it smuggled out of a store under his long, leather coat. Other times it was college ruled looseleaf. Always there was the elegant, old fashioned handwriting, and on the side of the trifold packets were brittle splots of cheap candle wax, with a "W" scratched into ita sad mockery of an old-fashioned seal, she knew, even though she'd never actually seen one herself.
She lit the letters on the stove, and dropped them into a pot to burn. If she didn't pick the seal off first, it sat half melted in the bottom of the pot, and she
PezSparklez- New Years, RemakeSo many things flash through my mind during the last few minutes of 2013, like first, who was he and why did he just, show up? Didn’t he have any other things to attend to? Zek had told me there was a reason he came, and that it would soon be apparent, but his attendance still made no sense in my mind. However, something about him always seemed familiar, a deep sense of déjà vu always came to mind whenever I saw him, or looked into those deep caring blue eyes. I lay down my 6th potion. Fire resistance, not very strong. As I set down the potion, I consider my options for the New Year. Do the exact same as this year, or start out with a BANG. I wasn’t sure what to do. I reached into the chest full of potions, and pulled out a half drunken experience potion. Though I couldn’t help but wonder who had drunken that much of such a potent intoxicant, I didn’t question it, and popped the cap back open. Odd distorted fumes emanated from the bottle. I smiledPezSparklez- New Years, Remake1 year ago in Romance More Like This
2 Assassins [P4]: Trespassers"Pass me a needle," murmured Thafnine. He was really stressed at the moment, because in the past three days, there was nothing going on but violence and fighting. He never had to fight so frequently- the only time this ever happened was when he was being tracked down by rebel Minecraftians who wanted him dead, or tortured. He managed to take all of them down, without receiving a single scratch, and that was another reason why he was feared in the land. He had never been needed this much in his life, and he certainly wasn't feeling comfortable with stitching someone's belly together, ESPECIALLY if it was someone who tried to kill him or his friend. He, Xepher and Drakonia (who was sleeping on the bed while her leg was slowly healing) were back in the hospital, in the operation room, where Thafnine was trying to stitch Dark Ajsman back together after she fell down the main hospital floor to what could've been her death. Xepher was sitting a few metres away from the bed, and he was testin2 Assassins [P4]: Trespassers2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
03. aggressive. go - caIt is a general fact accepted among the police stations of Britain that the streets, on particular nights such as Tuesdays and at particular times eight to two a.m. are very dangerous to be on. Universal patrol cars could be implemented, an entire breed of sleepless policemen developed, their only purpose in life to write out tickets and march the roads like many schools of ants with high-powered weapons, and the roads would still be dangerous to play on.03. aggressive. go - ca4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was something about the dark that brought out the worst in everything that resided in the middle ground.
Rats scuttled in the dark; spiders spun their rainbow webs; humans prowled and preyed on humans. The darkness hid it all, and left it for the horrified light to find the body of a murdered woman, face down in a puddle of glass and needle-thin grass, the ripped-apart body of an alley-cat feasted on by a crow, and multitudinous webs that danced with dewdrops and sun-beams. Yes. What generation
The Character QuizThe Character Quiz (I forget where I found it..)The Character Quiz2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pick ten characters of your own! If you haven't got ten in total, you can use awesome people too!
1- Sam Herondale
3- Tony Stark
4- Clint Barton
5- Natasha Romanoff
6- Bucky Barnes
7- Preston Fairchild
8- Carmelita Montoya Fox
10- Poison Ivy
1. Clint and Carmelita are forced to watch a violent, gory, slasher-horror genre movie together... at eleven pm when everyone else is asleep.
"This was supposed to be scary?" Clint asked skeptically, frowning at the DVD case. Carmelita merely shrugged, tucking her feet underneath her as she gazed at the screen. "I would have shot him hours ago. Then none of this killing business would have happened," she replied skeptically.
2. 2 is being stalked by a giant snail.
"I do not know the purpose of your pursuit, foul beast, but I shall slay thee if thou dost not leave me alone.." Thalia growled, clutching her sword tightly.
3. Sam and Prestone are egged into a mahjong tournament - of w
2 ASSASSINS [P7]: Twisted SoulBodies lay everywhere. Thaf dropped the last of the many zombies that had attacked his “friends” and looked up at the sky. It had turned dark and the only thing that lit the forest was the moon, a distant lonely thing in the sky, waiting for stars to accompany it. He looked around and saw the others treating their wounds, wrapping bandages from Diamond’s bag, which was filled with potions and other food. Sorin was already asleep; she looked like she had taken a gigantic swig of alcohol. Drakonia was awake, sitting next to a tree, eyes wide and staring at her right hand, which was cleanly cut at the wrist. She was still wondering why she had teleported randomly into the tree (which was somewhere in the forest; Drakonia didn’t care) and why she suddenly merged with it. She didn’t say anything for a long time and she stood up. Xepher was trying to mend his broken arm, caused when he tried to block a sledgehammer thrown by a mutant zombie. The bone in hi2 ASSASSINS [P7]: Twisted Soul1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Chap 5 A slave to youRoxas groaned as he felt someone poke him in the side. He turned over to glare at whoever it was. He came face to face with a blond girl.Chap 5 A slave to you4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Come on wake up. I'm to help you, help Master Axel. Now please, come out of bed." She said. She then made her way over to the closet that Axel had shown him before. Roxas sat up and watched as the girl pulled out an outfit for Axel. She then made her way back over to Roxas. She slowly pulled the blankets away from him so as to not wake up the red-headed prince. She placed her arm under Roxas and led him into the now cleaned up bathroom.
She set him on the floor near the tub.
"Start the bath. And make it as hot as can be. Master Axel likes his baths as hot as they can be. Over in the cupboard is a set of towels. Put some on the edge of the shower. While you do that I'll go get breakfast. Once your done go wake up Master Axel." She said as she turned and left.
Roxas crawled over to the bed. He pulled himself up by the edge of the night stand. He then
2 ASSASSINS [P5]: Abduction [PHASE I]2 ASSASSINS [P5]: Abduction [PHASE I]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
But today is a gift,
That is why it is called the present.
Thafnine was trapped somewhere. It looked like he was in some sort of cage, or hole, but wherever he was; he didn’t like the look of it. Looking around, he tried to figure out where he was, but his brain couldn’t sort itself out. He tried to take a step forward, but his legs stopped moving after a tiny clank. He looked down and saw that his legs were chained to the wall of the hole. He tried to get it off, but his brain was still scrambled, and he stumbled back and hit the wall. Cursing, he sat down and just looked up. What got him imprisoned here? Suddenly, he heard some footsteps, and saw two soldiers in gold armour, looking down at him. Thafnine couldn’t see who they were, but he did notice one of them had a giant bucket of water. The other man gave a signal to him, and the man with the bucket started pouring the water down the hole. Everything seemed to
Broken Mirror : Chapter 3Broken Mirror : Chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 3: A Test of Will
Danny Phantom was, in a word, pissed.
He was pissed at himself for letting himself be captured so easily, he was pissed at the other ghosts for being about as dependable as a bulletproof vest made out of cardboard, he was pissed that he was likely going to be brought right back to Vlad to become a nutritious ghost snack, and last but most importantly, he was pissed at that trench-coat-wearing nutjob that had manhandled him for the past hour and was now making him lie face down in an abandoned field while he did who-knew-what.
Actually why not just admit he was pissed at this whole damn universe. That would save a lot of time. Danny rested his head against the cool grass. He was so very tired of stewing in his own thoughts, and this strange behavior he had to endure from the ghost hunter wasn't helping at all.
From what Skulker had told him about "the hunter," he knew only two things about this man. One, he worked for Vlad and two, he was a maj
My Ghostly Brother: Ch 1My Ghostly Brother: Ch 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Brother
"Who knows what kind of awesome-super-cool things exist on the other side of that portal?" My parents' ghost portal was right in front of me. Dark and gloomy, its octagon shape curved all around the inside. I put on the spandex my parents kept just for me. The gloves, boots, and collar were entirely black while my chest and pants were a clear white. Though I noticed that my Dad marked the chest area with his face, I didn't know that Sam noticed too.
"Hang on" Sam walked up to me and ripped my Dad's face right off my white spandex. "You can't go around with that on your chest." She held up my Dad's face and pointed to it with a look of disgust. She picked up another symbol, a D with three waves on the left side. A D with three waves on the left side, why did it feel so familiar? She slapped the symbol right onto my upper body. I stared at the symbol for a while, feeling some sort of Déjà vu.
"Danny, are you going to go check it