One Last Breath-Chapter 3One Last Breath- Chapter 3One Last Breath-Chapter 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arnold opened the door and led a dripping Helga inside, calling out "I'm home!" to no one in particular. He left the umbrella beside the coat rack and slipped off his shoes. Helga would have done the same if she had had any. The foyer was just as she remembered it, from the wallpaper to the staircase to the little table with the phone. Arnold meandered towards the kitchen and she followed. It was empty however, save the pot boiling over on the stove that Arnold hastily turned off.
"Looks like Grandma forgot she was making chili again," he rolled his eyes but smiled and Helga's heart did a little giddy flip. "Are you hungry? I can order something." he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, cocking his oddly shaped head to the side and gazing down at her. He realized it felt weird to look down at Helga just as she found it so bizarre she had to look up.
"Um...yeah I guess I am." She shrugged and quickly averted her eyes.
He pushed down his dis
Ongaku no Tsubasa Cap.11Movimientos rápidos, un intento de sobrevivir sobre todas las cosas. Era increíble la manera en la que se movía, tan certero y a pesar de haber logrado encontrar un punto ciego en su oponente y haber conseguido acertar con un golpe en el estomago, este parecía no sentir ningún dolor, ni siquiera se mostro adolorido o algo parecido. Se comportaba como una maquina, y su único objetivo era seguir caminando hacia adelante, hacia Marie. Pero Chris, él no dejaría que dañaran a la pequeña dama. Jamás abandonaría una batalla y pesar de ver todos los factores en su contra continuaría.Ongaku no Tsubasa Cap.113 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chris siendo el hermano mayor tenia el instinto de proteger, de dar todo para que nada malo le pasara a su pequeño hermano, quien tenia una singular personalidad. Siempre molestado y siendo objeto de burla agregando su curiosa apariencia. John desde joven había sido un chico delgado y un tanto ridículo, amante del
Gladiadores Capitulo IGladiadores Capitulo 1Gladiadores Capitulo I2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Su mañana pudo haber sido algo interesante, algo más divertida, puedo haber sido emocionante, sin embargo, se encontraba encerrado en su habitación tratando de resolver los problemas de algebra que su padre le había obligado a realizar.
Las matemáticas no eran lo suyo. Nahuel, un chico de 13 años, hiperactivo, amante de los videojuegos y por supuesto del soccer –que era su mejor y más desarrollada habilidad- realmente sufría y perecía con los números y letras. No solo su habilidad para entenderlas era nula, también su completa falta de interés no era de gran ayuda. “Será mejor ir con Indira” pensó el chico mientras que resignado, recogía el enorme libro del cual trataba de encontrar respuestas y su delgada y descuidada libreta de apuntes.
Saliendo de su habitación, con un caminar pesado y fastidiado, se dirigió al cuarto de su pequeña hermana, que solo se encontraba a unos pasos del suyo, y sin la menor muestra de modales que tanto le recrimina
The Great Escape 6 of 7Chapter 6The Great Escape 6 of 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stop it," I moan, blindly trying to block whatever is tapping my cheek. The irritant ceases.
"Welcome back," I hear Gale intone. "Thanks for the heart attack."
"Huh?" Did I go somewhere? And heart attack My fuzzy mind tries to process around the tiny anvils at work in my head. If Gale is having a heart attack then I should call for emergency medical assistance. I should get up. I'm not standing, am I? My eyes crack open. I see a wall of darkness and feel my hands pressed between it and my body. I rub my fingertips over it fabric. Cotton. Whatever the thread count is well, it's low. Slowly, my eyes travel upward. The slight movement makes me wince as my head aches. At first it looks like a halo hovers around Gale's head. But no, that couldn't be.
And it isn't a halo, just backlighting from Ethel's cabin that spills out in a small crescent outside the corvette. Slowly it comes together. I'm sitting across Gale's lap while his ar
Yo solo se...¿Qué era este sentimiento que le molestaba tanto? Era como si estuviera enfermo, se sentía cansado y la cabeza le daba vueltas sin cesar. Todo había dejado de tener sentido desde que la conoció.Yo solo se...2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jacob siempre había sido un chico desinteresado, enfocado en la arqueología como su padre a tal punto que jamás pensó verse en esta situación. Si ahora mismo con 16 años de edad se encontrara con su joven yo de 12 años, que alegaba que nunca estaría babeando por una chica, que nunca dejaría que esos estúpidos sentimientos cursis se apoderaran de él. Y citando sus propias palabras “no creo que haya una chica ideal para mí…” y eso aún se lo seguía repitiendo, lo que más fastidiaba a este chico era la nueva interrogativa que carcomía sus pensamientos “¿yo soy el chico ideal para ella?...”
Esa chica pelirroja,
The Curse of Flint: Chapter 1Prologue:The Curse of Flint: Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There are nights when the winds of the Etherium so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom made one's spirit soar.
This was when you saw her, a firery glint of blue against the stary backdrop of galaxies in motion.
The daughter of a goddess and a mere, mortal man. A spirit of strong will and boundless energy. To be brought under the dominion by no one but he, able enough to gain from her, a child. It would be to he, with which she was forever bound to serve and protect.
There was only one, bold enough to take her, seducing her with his gold and wealth.
With a single, poison barb to her heart, Captain Flint was able to cause her to fall into a deep sleep. Whereby, he was then able to consummate their union by planting within her a seed.
A guardian to forever watch over his name.
And along with this a curse, for any man that dared take his treasure...
Monday. Jim always hated Mondays.
Darker Times: IntroductionDarker Times: Introduction2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Many things have been said about Billy in the past.
Most believe he was a crazy old hobo, wandering the city, talking about adventures and monsters.
Most people don't believe in humans either.
My name is Finn, ever since Jake's parents passed I've been homeless, or, supposedly homeless, I live in a tree. A lotta people feel sorry for you when you got no house, but man, I live it pretty sweet compared to some people in big fancy ones.
And besides, who needs a house when you got a friend like Jake?
No, he is not my dog, he is my friend. He's no ordinary dog either.
But back to the point, me and Jake are following in Billy's footsteps, after all, it's a lot of work for one man to protect the whole city from monsters and evil junk. You'd think that would be the police man's job to do that, but they can't fight what they don't know exists, even if it breaks the law.
So, here begins my story.
Rites of Passage VIIRites of Passage VII2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rites of Passage VII
Sarah was grateful that the introductions went without too much difficulty. Karen welcomed Jareth the same way she welcomed every single male who could be interested in Sarah: with a big smile and a sunny attitude. Her father treated him the same way he treated any single male who could be too close to Sarah: respectfully but with a dose of distrust. Toby acted friendly, but Sarah worried when she noticed he could not take his eyes off Jareth; could he be able to recognize him?
In any case, it was too late to change anything, so she smiled and waved her family goodbye while she looked for her car keys.
"We have to take my car. There's no space in theirs with all the kids," she told the King.
"Do we need to use a car? We could-"
"Oh, no! We're not flying, transporting, or popping anywhere!" she said as she realized she had left the keys in her handbag.
"Popping?" he smirked and followed her into the elevator.
Diario IndiraLlego el momento de escribir mi diario.Diario Indira2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mi día comenzó a las 5 de la mañana. Me levante y desayune como siempre. A las 6 de la mañana ya estaba lista y preparada para ir a la escuela. Siempre la preparación es importante y tener todo listo y en orden me ayuda a ser más eficiente. Me gusta llegar temprano a la escuela. Además formo parte del comité estudiantil. Mi horario es estricto y se debe de cumplir al pie de la letra. A las 6 con 15 minutos ya estoy en mi santuario del saber. Mi padre usa la teletransportación para llevarme. Es más rápido y cada segundo cuenta. Mi hermano siempre, siempre se levanta tarde y se va a la escuela caminando. Tonteando en el camino, eso es lo que hace. Perder el tiempo.
Las clases comienzan. Historia seguida de Algebra. Un descanso de 15 minutos que uso para repasar. Caroline es un año mayor que yo. Aun así, no sé cómo lo hace, se cuela a mi salón para mostrarme bocetos de sus ideas. Hoy me mostro un boceto para leer la mente de los chicos. La idea en g
MergerMergerMerger2 years ago in Humor More Like This
By: Ismira Daugene
**Warning: Here there be breakage of the fourth wall.
It had been a long night… a very long night, and Sarah Williams was just about ready to fall into bed. Her friends had all left only a few minutes ago (Sir Didymus had wanted to play one last game of Scrabble, and the fieries hadn't wanted to stop dancing). It was now nearly midnight, she couldn't believe that it had been only five hours since she'd wished Toby away. Actually it had been more like thirteen, but the time in the Underground moved differently than in her world. Either way, she was exhausted.
She flopped down onto her bed, still in her day clothes and a yellow paper crown that Ludo had given her. The only thing she bothered to remove were her loafers. As she settled back, her muscles ached, but it was a good kind of ache and soon they were relaxing back into the soft mattress. She closed her eyes and smiled. Despite the dangers untold and the hardships unnumbered (or perhaps because of t
VacacionesHabía iniciado la mañana bastante bien, el aire fresco y el sol brillando hacían este día perfecto. Todo hasta que aquellas palabras fueron pronunciadas “Vacaciones separadas”. Era verano y como siempre Caroline, Ethan y Chloe se pasaban las mañanas, tardes y en muchas ocasiones incluso las noches haciendo inventos, creando nuevas estaciones, abriendo playas, destruir casas, esto último les causaba varios regaños pero era verano y todo lo podían hacer y destruir. Sin embargo Phineas e Isabella querían pasar una semana en Roma, un paseo romántico para ellos y una buena oportunidad para los gemelos de conocer otro país, cosa que a Chloe no la tenía nada contenta.Vacaciones2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Desde que Chloe tiene memoria, siempre ha estado con Caroline, todo el tiempo. No sabía como sus padres y tíos no entendían que no estaba acostumbrada a que su prima no estuviera cerca. No significa que la quisiera tener las 24 horas pegada al lado de ella, aunque si pudiera… el punto era saber que Caroline
Anu comes to Heatherfield.3.Anu comes to Heatherfield.3.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was next morning after Will was told me that i was new keeper of the heart. I was fixing my hair and looking my shelf from mirror. After couple minutes figting i deside to tie a scarf around my head. When i look my shelf at mirror i start laughing. I look like criminal, i think and i grin to my reflection. It grin back and show her toung to me. I take step backwards startled. I didn't show my toung! Is this something to do with my powers? I take scarf away and i sigh when my reflection follow me. Maybe i was just overreacting. I tie my scarf again and dress up to white t-shirt, which have this red "Coca Cola" text. I put my jeans on and after that i let my eyes turn to an object which was lying on my bed. Heart of Candrakar, i think and take crystal on my hand. It start glowing hot pink light and i gasps in astonishment. Heart's glow fade and strengthen accelerated pace of my heart beats. Me and Heart. We were like one. I was immersed in the moment, when
Vengeful Lover Pt 2Vengeful Lover Pt 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She woke groggy and feeling like her head was splitting open. The candle had burned down to almost nothing but by its dying light she could make out that it was 2pm.
'Dear God, I slept that long?' She thought as she slipped out of the bed.
She looked around and willed a second candle on. Her brain wouldnt register all the graduer around her, but she saw a door and headed for it.
The bathroom was the size of her livingroom at home! It had a huge whirlpool tub and beautifull double sinks, but all she had eyes for was the shower. She briefly glanced at her reflection as she took off her clothes and carefully folded them. She looked like hell... Her eyes were puffy and red, evidence that she had been bawling... infront of two warriors no less. The confession of the night before came back to her as she set her clothing on the counter and turned on the water.
She was glad to have gotten it off her chest. Very glad that Bella hadnt tried to comfort her.... yet. She felt as if she would fly ap
Diario de NahuelVeamos. Hoy fue el partido de soccer más importante de toda la temporada. Los delanteros del equipo contrario eran inútiles con todas las letras de la palabra. Pero bueno, también se enfrentaban al mejor jugador de la secundaria de Danville, así que no tenían oportunidad de todas formas. Y me refiero a mí por supuesto.Diario de Nahuel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Las chicas aclamaban mi nombre desde la tribuna, me he vuelto muy popular desde que ganamos la pre-temporada y estoy en la cima de mi potencial. Así que solo puedo sonreírles y darle al público lo que desea.
Chloe es la líder de las porristas. Lo que no entiendo es porque las trata a las pobres chicas como si estuviera comandando un elite de asalto, o de alguna organización de guerra… o peor. Puso esa tonta regla de que ninguna de ellas puede tener citas con los jugadores mientras la temporada se lleve a cabo. Su sonrisa perversa, sé que lo hizo a propósito.
Como era de espe
Why do I love Draco Malfoy 3Why do I love you, Draco Malfoy! (3) ~ Ready or not, here I come ~</i>Why do I love Draco Malfoy 39 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After two weeks of not talking, I saw Joe being bullied by the 2 faithful helpers of Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe held Joe from the ground, while Goyle was wrecking the inside of Joe "Hey! Leave him alone!" I yelled. I jammed my head into Goyle, witch was punching Joe, and threw him on the ground. I punched the other 'helper' of Draco (Crabbe) on the nose, when he grabbed me. I ran to Joe, witch nose bleed. Then I saw the mark on his arm. "Come on Joe, let's go to the hospital wing" I said, leaving the other boys moaning on the ground. Joe held on to me, he had a bad leg. When we arrived, I saw that the nurse was already waiting. "I knew you would come sooner or later, Baggis. You weren't beaten up for the first time this week." I glanced at the nurse. She grinned "I know everything that goes on in this school," she said. After 2 hours, Joe was fired out of the hospital. I went to the library, and got t
War is a deadly thing...It changes people....War is a deadly thing...3 years ago in Drama More Like This
People tend to believe that the personification of a country gets no say in any matter, that he or she is just supposed to leave the decision up to their boss and stay out of the way. While this is true for most situations, there is the rare circumstance where the personification is the one that's needed to make the decision. For instance going to war, or making allies.
Or creating internment camps.
Alfred F. Jones placed his head on his desk, trying to get rid of the growing migraine. He felt like everyone was trying to force their opinion on his at once, and really Alfred just wanted to be left alone so that he could think.
His government was afraid of spies from the Japanese. Everyone was still trying to get over the tragedy that was Pearl Harbor, and Alfred hadn't seen his government this afraid since the revolution. His boss, Franklin D. Roosevelt, had created a bill that would make all the Japanese American people have to go into camps until the war w
S : Bledy w czerwieni 006Pani Hudson odstawiła powoli filiżankę z herbatą. Pani Turner - sąsiadka, której lokatorkami były dwie przemiłe dziewczyny - wzdychała przerażona i zasłaniała usta dłońmi.S : Bledy w czerwieni 0063 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sama milczała, patrząc w ekran. Straszne. Sześć osób nie żyło. Naprawdę okropne. Chciała unieść naczynie do ust była zdenerwowana, a nic nie koiło myśli lepiej niż earl grey lub ziółka gdy zobaczyła w tle, za poważną dziennikarką i krzyczącymi strażakami, znajomą twarz. Brudną od pyłu, z niepoukładanymi włosami i strużką krwi spływającą po skroni. Przez chwilę zastanawiała się, czy się jej nie przywidziało, ale w końcu wstała, przeprosiła sąsiadkę i wyszła.
Przywidziało się czy nie należało w
the love suksLa luz del atardecer iluminaba la torre Eiffel, un gran grupo de turistas se veia alrededor de esta tomando fotos y admirando la ciudad del amor.the love suks4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Era una tarde tranquila en Paris, el viento era suave y no habia tanta gente como en la mañana, lo cual hacia muy tranquilo la estadia. Micheal y su hijo Jacob disfrutaban de un cafe, relajados y tranquilos dandose unas pequeñas vacasiones de sus investigaciones.
Estaban los dos hablanco en la mesa, preparando a que ciudad irian despues, no se decidian si ir a Peru o a Rusia. jacob estaba tan concentrado en los pros y contras que su padre le daba de cada cuidad, esto era muy tipico en ellos, a pesar de que Jacob solo contaba con 11 años su madures y su inteligencia soprepasaba lo normal en los de su edad, y de varios estudiantes de universidad.
Una linda joven francesa se acerco a la mesa donde se encontraba Jacob y su padre, dulcemente los interrumpio, puso un mokachino frente a jacob tiernamente.
- Disculpe joven, se lo manda
A New Heir Chapter 6The next day, Jamie had no idea what to do. Shock stopped by, but Jamie said that she was sick, faking it of course. Jamie sat on the couch, took a pillow, and buried her face in it.A New Heir Chapter 67 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What am I suppose to do!?!?!?" She yelled into the pillow. She then put it back on the side of the couch. Then she saw a piece of paper lying on the table in front of her. She picked it up and looked at it. It was Barrel's number. So, she picked up the phone and called him. After a few seconds, he picked it up.
"Barrel! It's me, Jamie!" Jamie was so happy to hear his voice.
"Oh, hey Jamie. Are you feeling okay today?"
"No. I was wondering if we could, like...hang out or something."
"...like go for a walk?"
"Yeah! A walk!"
"Ok, well, we can catch up on things. I'll meet you at your place soon."
"Okay. See you later!"
"Alright, bye Jamie."
"...oh, wait! Barrel! I- oh..." He had already hung up.
Jamie got dressed, and waited for Barrel to come. Soon, the doorbell rang. Jamie ran down to open it.
Holding Onto Me BeautysRose Ch 3 Snape and MagHolding Onto Me BeautysRose Ch 3 Snape and Mag3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Holding Onto Me
Snape lifted his hand softly, and placed his hand over Mag's
face. Her soft marble skin cool to his touch. Her eyes delicately open
instantly look at him. He was laying on his side, facing her, and with his body
propped up by his arm.
"Hi," she whispered softly letting out a soft yawn.
"Hello," he said tenderly back.
"It's already morning?" She asked, as he pushed her fallen
hair behind her ear.
"Yeah," he answered. Carefully she sat up and looked to him.
Her hair fell down her naked body that wasn't even under the covers. He wrapped
his right arm around her, and placed his other hand on her neck. She smiled,
and looked down taking in notice of the Dark Mark on his arm. She wrapped her
fingers around his wrist, and looked at it. Noticing what she was looking at he
tried to pull away, but she was stronger than he thought.
"Don't be ashamed of it," she told him looking directly into
his dark eyes. "It made you brave," she told him, and ki
Nicholas of MainStreet Ch. 1 It felt weird stepping through the tunnel. Not that he hadnt traveled through it before, heck, he could have chosen its twin. But this time was different. He wasnt here just to visit like he used to. No. He was here for a much longer stay. A much, much longer stay. He came here to live.Nicholas of MainStreet Ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Brushing aside a stray lock of hair, the boy gazed at the small square that had opened before him at the end of the tunnel. It wasnt a very bright morning, with the heavy autumn fog lurking about, chilling everything in the early hour. He turned up his coat collar and peered at what he could make out in the haze. Straight ahead stood the lone flagpole in its little park, Town hall to its left, the opera house and bank to opposite at the right, and above, sitting on the two tunnels was the local train station.
Gallantry Received by SarahHe stands there, still. Nothing about his body language communicates unhappiness or displeasure, but I just can’t get a bead on his opinion. Yes, I’m finally at the point where I will, occasionally, admit that his opinion of me, of my work, is important. Correction: it is absolutely vital. It has become a gauge. No, that’s not quite right.Gallantry Received by Sarah2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It’s a cornerstone, a touchstone, a milestone, but never a millstone.
Somehow, I now create for him. It doesn’t matter if the story is completely unrelated to him, his world, his tastes, or our life.
How strange that concept still seems to me. I once feared that join, that connection: Would, I wondered, he consume me until all that remained was an echo, and then how long until that faded? His original offer, enticing then and now, would have made everything too unbalanced for… well… forever.
Why doesn’t he say something? Or change the expression on that all-too-frustra
Charlas de romance 3Keanu comenzó a caminar por el centro comercial, deteniéndose ocasionalmente en alguna tienda, más por inercia que por interés. Su mente se sentía atosigada y agobiada. ¿Por qué tenía que ser tan cobarde cuando se trataba de Chloe? Solo tenía que invitarla al baile, y ahora alguien le había ganado, alguien más valiente y decidido. Keanu comenzó a abofetearse a sí mismo “Tonto, tonto Keanu” se decía.Charlas de romance 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
-¡Ey! ¡Detente! Que si sigues así pronto necesitaremos trasplantar tu trasero a las mejillas.- dijo Nahuel que venía caminando en sentido contrario, y por más que le divertía la escena del chico golpeándose a sí mismo, decidió detenerlo.
Keanu hundió más su cabeza, de nuevo maldiciendo como todos parecían irrumpir en su autosufrimiento y no lo dejaban ahogarse en sus pensamientos. Arrastr