Niall James HoranHi! I'm seventeen years old, and I'm from Mullingar, Ireland. I'll be singing So Sick. 232677. These words, and that number changed my life. I'm just a guy who loves to eat and sing, right? But now, but now I'm living in London with four of my best friends. Its perfect! We're touring the world, living the dream. And once upon a time, I couldn't convince myself this was real. Things like this don't happen to a lad from Mullingar.Niall James Horan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now though, some things have come to light. I'm the shortest, second youngest, the Irish one, the only left handed one, the only one with a brother, the one who eats the most, and yeah the one with the least amount of fans. We have fans, good, real, humane fans. They tell me I'm beautiful and perfect. On good days I believe them. I say to myself, "Niall James Horan, look at what you have. Look at these 4 perfect boys, your brothers. Look at those girls. They love you, value you, and appreciate you. They have for the last two years, and they promise they a
Star Gazer - Part 1"Star Gazer?"Star Gazer - Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Of course! Star Gazer is the brand new game! It's popularity took over the game Second Life* the moment it started selling! All you need is a sleeping headset and an account! It's really easy!"
I looked at the man in front of me. I was in front of a technical store planning to buy the latest laptop. It was the hover type, and you can instantly command it to reproduce many screens at once so that you can go onto multiple places at once. The keyboard was a hologram, but when you typed at it it worked without any troubles. Perfect for easy carrying.
"I'm not interested," I said. I was planning to buy a computer, and that was it. I began to walk away to buy my computer.
"Wait! Your eyes! You're a Hyuuga, aren't you?" I looked back with my eyes. They were a steely white, with tints of silver and lavender, my pupils invisible. I forgot that they always told the public what my surname is.
"So what if I am?" I asked back, already knowing the answer.
"Well, Star Gazer was
Castiel and The Leviathan 2Thrills shot through Castiel making him shudder. He wasn't sure how long it had been since the leviathan had vanished from sight. He was no longer completely connected to his vessel, which made it difficult to judge elements like time and location. However strange waves of cruel glee had been vibrating through him for what seemed like hours. Castiel wondered what horrible wrath the creature was visiting upon the world outside Jimmy.Castiel and The Leviathan 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once he was sure he was alone Castiel had begun to try taking hold of his vessel again. Every time he lifted his hands and reached for the threads of Jimmy's nervous system he grasped at goo. Everything was slick as if smeared with oil. Before long he let his arms sink back into the water and ground his teeth in frustration. Not for the first time his mind filled with memories. He could feel Dean's strong hands lifting him to his feet when he could not will his legs to do so. He could hear the waver in Bobby's voice when he spoke. He could feel Sam crumble
Thicker than Blood Chapter 4"Inu!" Neji yelled as he tore into the flames trying to find Tenten. He bit his tongue to keep from using her real name in a panic. It didn't matter how many times it happened, when one of his teammates was in trouble, it was hard to remember to use the name of their mask instead of their real one.Thicker than Blood Chapter 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lee was having the same problem and Neji heard him cut himself off when he started to say her name out loud.
"Do you see her?!" Lee yelled over the roaring fire.
"No. Keep looking!" Neji headed deeper into the fire where he'd seen Tenten thrown. The further he went, the more flames licked at his skin, snatched at his hair and he felt as if he were melting. That didn't stop him though. If anything it made him go faster to try and spare Tenten from this. Sweat coated his face and he could hear trees crackling all around him as the fire rose. For them to already be breaking apart the trees, the heat must have been worse than he thought.
Heat wasn't the only problem though. Smoke billowed around
GiftsJack found out that there was a private party for the Guardians every Christmas. Actually, he only just found this out the other day, and that had been when Tooth basically demanded that he was going. The Winter spirit personally thought it was a little much. There was an actual party for all the spirits - that they invited - the day before Christmas and then the private party was the day of Christmas. It was for all the Guardians to exchange gifts.Gifts2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jack thought it was a little much for a couple reasons: he thought that they would all be too tired to do anything the next day and he especially thought that North would be too tired, with his route and all.
Then there was the fact that he doubted he was going to get anything. He really didn’t think that he had been with them long enough to actually receive something as a gift from them. So he would just be sitting there, watching as his friends exchanged gifts.
Jack really didn’t remember ever getting a gift in his mortal life
Stay Young, Go Dancing Since the begging, it was never you or me, me and you-- just us.Stay Young, Go Dancing3 years ago in Romance More Like This
March 4, 2007 14:30 EDT
Richard had experienced a rough couple of months, to say the least. He still got nightmares, extremely vivid one that predominately resulted in images of his parents' mangled corpses that jolted him back into reality. Well, if reality can be appropriately define finding yourself alone in a black hole of fear and perspiration. Bruce had been great, as was Alfred, but the young ward still felt lost, alone even.
Following close behind his mentor in civilian garb-- which excited him to be able to use such terminology-- the new Boy Wonder entered Robinson park. The Dark Knight had mentioned something about sociability in kids his age, but Richard hadn't been paying much attention.
"Dick..." Bruce began gently, reminding himself of how old the boy was and the nature of their trip "remember, a secret identity means you can't tell anyone about, alright?"
The raven-haired child nodded i