CatharsisI didn't know I had depression until I turned around one day and found someone else in the same boat. It had never occurred to me that you could have depression and not know it and after sitting down with myself and having a good long think I came to the awful realization that it's been ten years. Ten. Years.Catharsis2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Ten years of being incapable of feeling the entire breadth of human emotion; only degrees of anger I couldn't control or understand, knowing that I was behaving completely irrationally and being unable to stop, driving away family and the precious few friends that had managed to find me and could no longer hang on to the maelstrom I had become.
It has been a never-ending rollercoaster traveling through a dream world where everything runs at quarter speed. Brief bursts of enthusiasm and passion over anything and nothing that send me shooting up to the clouds, only to creep slowly over the hill at the top, a creep that can take days or mere hours, before the car goes plunging
Zehnder POV - Sadist - Chapter 9Zehnder POV - Sadist - Chapter 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author’s note: If you have not yet read Sadist and do not want spoilers, then I’d recommend reading it first. This contains direct spoilers for Chapter 9 and Chapter 11, and would take out some of the fun from reading the other chapters as well. If you haven’t read Sadist, then there’s a link to it in the description.
This first person view of Zehnder is not from the whole of Chapter 9, it starts at the point where he is in the middle of killing the people at the gazebo, but ends where the chapter ends. This is also a practice of the present tense for me, so don’t expect that to be great.
Grinning, I glare at the last person free of my tendrils or death. She seemed to be in a trance of fear, but hell, that happens a lot when I stare at people.
She starts to move again, coming out of her trance like state. I watch as she fumbles to get something out of her purse; maybe I’ll give her a chance, at least she hasn’t run away like that last pa
TFA: Nichole's Story Chp.8Part VIIITFA: Nichole's Story Chp.85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I cried. A lot. Mostly during the flight to the Decepticon base. I don't think it had anything to do with the fact that I'd finally been captured, or about Sari even. It was more like the reality of everything decided to sucker punch me in the face, right that instant. All it needed was a stress trigger.
"Stop your leaking optics or you vill make my servo rust!" Blitzwing's hothead personality yelled mid-way through our flight. He turned to Lugnut, who had joined us right after take-off (turns out that he was the one who caused the explosion, as a distraction), and jutted out the hand that was holding me. "Here! You babysit for a vhile!"
Lugnut glanced at me momentarily, hesitating. I could tell he was afraid of grabbing me and breaking one of my bones or something and, in doing so, harming his beloved leader. Blitzwing on the other hand was getting tired of holding me, fast. Grudgingly, the bigger Decepticon took me in his claw, but I wasn't letting a chance to
TFA: Nichole's Story Chp.5Part VTFA: Nichole's Story Chp.56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I never knew a shower could feel so good. Washing off the grime and sweat and dirt and who-knows-what-else that had built up since Id left the hospital. Pure bliss, man. True, the bases bathroom wasnt that fancy, but at least it had hot water, so I wasnt complaining.
The mirror was totally fogged over when I finally stepped out and dried off. Not unusual. I liked my showers at extreme temperatures, which usually made my mom crazy. She would always worry I was gonna scald myself. Weird thing to worry about, I always thought.
Looking around the bathroom, I realized Id left my clean clothes in Saris room. A massive frown covered my face, since the towel was Sari-sized, which meant half my butt stuck out the bottom. I let out a pitiful whine, tired of everything going wrong, and eventually peeked out the door. Why did the hallways have to be so big and empty? Not to mention cold, but that was mostly because Id gotten used to the warm,
TFA: Nichole's Story Chp.4Part IVTFA: Nichole's Story Chp.46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I couldnt believe it. Not even a full day with the Autobots and I was already running for my life.
We all knew we couldnt stay at the base, otherwise their hideout would be found. They briefly discussed what to do, while little ole me stood, on the verge of hyperventilation, biting my lip.
The Spark signature will only radiate for a while after its been activated, Prowl said. Perhaps we could hide her on Dinobot Island until its stopped.
Good idea, Optimus agreed. Plus, even if Lockdown manages to find us, the fight will be away from the city and civilians.
My breath caught. Fight? There was going to be another giant robot battle? Over me? I didnt see any tights or capes! (Nor did I want to.) These guys werent superheroes, no matter how much Detroit said they were!
You guys, I squeaked. Why are you bothering with this?
ROTG: Love Lost Chapter 1Love Lost Chapter 1ROTG: Love Lost Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The frosty winter atmosphere swirled with dancing snowflakes as the now vacant streets rippled with light bouncing off the floral patterns of frost and ice that radiated out from a single statue where a snow white haired youth leaned against the stone. Clothed only in a slightly frozen ice blue sweatshirt that did little to keep out the cold he gave off and birch tree tan pants that were tied up around his calves with old and ragged twine. His bare hands and feet were immune to the cold around him and the wooden hooked staff in his grasp was the glowing source of the frigid night's beauty.
Jack Frost was there in his old home town of Burgess to remember that one time with his little wide eyed sister before he had fallen in the ice that fateful day, only to awaken as Jack Frost that moonlit winter's night. He gazed solemnly down at the long golden cylinder in his frigidly chilled hand that held his precious childhood memories. He kept the treasured obje
Meet Me At The ParkMeet Me At The Park2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bradley was waiting in the elevator going to the third floor. He was making a visit to his girlfriend Cindy at her apartment. When the elevator reached the floor the doors opened and he stepped out into the hall. On his way to the door Bradley passed by several unfamiliar people but didn’t stop to greet them, he just kept walking. When he arrived at her door he reached out to knock but stopped. There was a note on her door addressed to him:
Bradley, Meet me at the park. ~Cindy
It was a little odd, but Bradley shrugged it off and turned to leave. He paused for a moment, he thought he smelled something. It was a faint sinister smell, like smoke. One of the residents of the apartment building must be a smoker, he thought to himself. He disregarded it and walked back to the elevator.
* * *
Bradley arrived at the park. He got
Childhood's GuardiansChildhood's GuardiansChildhood's Guardians2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is night and a child tosses and turns in his sleep. He lets out a whimper that alerts his mother to the nightmare he is having. When the mom gets to her sons bed he is awake and crying.
"Hush now, don't cry," says the mother as she hugs her son. He only continues to cry and wimpier while hugging his mom.
"Hush it's okay, you can't give up yet. You don't want the Boogie Man to win now do you?"
"H-Huh?" whimpers the boy as he looks up at his mom confused.
"Why? You don't know?" gasps the mom who only pretends to be surprised.
"Huh? N-nuh uh" says the boy forgetting about his earlier fear.
"Why the Boogie Man gives you your nightmare, but don't be scared because the Sand Man will help you. He is one of the guardians of childhood after all. I guess he needed your help this time. As long as you can stand up to your fears he will always be there to help you," coos the mother.
"One of the guardians? There are others? But why do I hafta help? Aren't they suppose to pro
Rise of the Guardians: Jack's LullabyRise of the Guardians: Jack's LullabyRise of the Guardians: Jack's Lullaby2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Song Fic: "Lullaby for a Stormy Night" performed by Vienna Teng
Jack Frost- that mischievous winter spirit, the Guardian of Fun- glided through North's workshop. Normally this wouldn't be any cause for concern (Unless you were Bunnymund who believed that whenever Jack was allowed loose chaos was sure to follow) normally Jack would be flitting about freezing hapless elves and giving Phil the Yeti a good workout with a prankster's smirk etched across his pale skin. However, today was different. Jack's normally carefree and mischievous antics were nowhere to be seen; instead a dark gloom had settled itself in the eternal teen with sorrow making his silver blue eyes almost navy in appearance. Snowy haired boy listlessly opened and closed doors that appeared along his wandering path not truly paying attention to the outside world. What was the cheerful spirit so burdened down by that even the antics of the elves could not penetrate his stup
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 27Everlasting Snow: Chapter 272 years ago in Romance More Like This
How can you possibly have fun when you’re freezing outside in subzero weather, snow mounded on your head, shoulders, and around your feet, gluing you to the spot where you stand?
You shiver heavily as a clump crawls under your shirt and down your back.
Your nose begins to run.
You try to move your legs. They don’t even budge. The snow is far too heavy.
You look up at the large building that stands before and above you.
“Hello?” you call out to it, teeth beginning to chatter. “Anybody there? Help!”
You sigh, your exhale visible in the chilly air. You look around you for any signs of life, twisting in either direction to the furthest extent possible in your current situation.
Out of nowhere, you feel a pair of big hands hook under your armpits, lifting you up and out of the snow.
“W-whoaaa!” you find yourself exclaiming.
Instead of setting you back down, though, they lift you up even higher. You are then slung
ROTG Fanfic #3: Fever Ch. 3ROTG Fanfic #3: Fever Ch. 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The others got here in record time. All of them were frantic to see Jack and nearly trampled my poor eggs. Tooth never strayed from his side, always the mother figure. North and Sandy listened intently to my report. Pneumonia was a serious illness and we couldn't leave Jack alone for a moment.
"Do you think those meds will help?" Tooth asked, patting Jack's hair.
"They should. The pills were big enough. He was such a trooper, though. Swallowed 'em without a struggle." I said, taking the ice pack off Jack's head and putting a new one around his neck.
"Well, we'll just stay right here until Jack is better." North said, taking a seat.
So we did. Sandy only left at night to do his job and we only woke Jack to give him his medicine. He always went right back to sleep afterwards. We tried to get him to take in some chicken broth, but it just came right back up ten minutes later. Tooth was acting just like a mother caring for a si
Delirium Sings a Song for MeYesterday I was a little girlDelirium Sings a Song for Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with blueberry stains on my fingers.
But todayI am
a Baba Yaga in the woods,
standing tall on knobbly chicken legs,
making stews of children's hearts.
Beware the magic-weavers in the dark.
But I must be a siren, too
with salt on my lips and flowers in my hair,
but with eyes black, black as crows.
Beware our sing-songs, little one.
Surely I am a cello.
Play me like an instrument
my body is no longer me.
Strip me down to my bare bones and tell me,
what am I?
I have a face but no substance beneath.
That drumming you hear in my naked ribcage
can only be the sea.
I have no identity.
I am a creature of the air,
rash and whimsy,
My mind is the green-purple gray
of the nights before stars.
My heart grows cold, my heart grows cold.
Already old, already old.
A mad girl's mind is awful drear,
and I've got fishes in my hair,
yes, I've got fishes in my hair.
Won't you take my hand, Alice dear.
We are nearly
TFA: Nichole's Story Chp.7Part VIITFA: Nichole's Story Chp.75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
" heehee. Bumblebee, look."
"Sweet, blackmail," he said.
Sari huffed. "I think it's cute."
Groggily, I realized I must have fallen asleep during the movie. And was it just me or was I leaning against something metal? I opened my eyes and saw that I had fallen over onto Prowl, who was also just waking up. I had apparently cuddled up to him in my sleep, so with a massive blush appearing on my face, I leapt off the couch and away from him. Then I turned to see Bumblebee holding a camera, and Sari on his shoulder, smirking.
Prowl's optics lit back up with a flicker and he looked at the situation, slightly confused. I, on the other hand, wanted to smack a yellow bot and an impish little girl.
"You didn't ?" I hissed, and much to my dismay, the two nodded.
"It's just a picture," Sari said, being set on the ground. "We were thinking about making a scrap-book."
My eyes narrowed. "I distinctly heard the word 'blackmail'."
"That wasn't my idea. That was Bee's," she
TFA: Nichole's Story Chp.1Part ITFA: Nichole's Story Chp.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Our English teacher had taken us to the school library for research. The papers we had to do werent supposed to be turned in until the month after that, but not everyone is a procrastinator like me. So, unlike me, everyone got on the computers and began looking up their topics. I, on the other hand, just pulled up Google to make it look like I was doing something. I then brought out my notebook and began to doodle...
About half an hour later, the most annoying sound rang through everyones ears.
The students immediately began talking, wondering if it was just a drill or not. There had been no warning given by the principal, so there must have been a real fire. No one can help but be excited when this happens, because there are so many questions involved. Who started it? How close is it? Is our school going to burn down? Will these kids walk fast enough for me to get out? The list goes on.
It was a short walk to the library doors where the students a
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 32 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.
GiftsRise of the GuardiansGifts2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He liked going through the front door. After all, having spent years trying to break in, he rather enjoyed just strolling up, knocking on the door, and the yetis just letting him in, and not throwing him out. Jack chuckled recalling some of those rather 'fond' memories with Phil. He shook his head with a smiled and continued his walk to North's workshop. Until he heard someone calling him.
"Umm, excuse me? Jack Frost was it?"
Jack turned around. "Oh," he said, recognizing her. "It's you."
Inside the workshop, the other Guardians were passing the time while waiting for Jack to show up.
"If you ask me," Bunnymund complained, "we shouldn't have to wait for him." He looked over at one of North's sacks. "Just go give the lil bugger another lift, I say." He smirked.
Sandy smiled, images of a little rabbit hopping around his head.
North kept busy by doing what he always did: Preparing toys for the nice children of the world.
Tooth felt particularly energetic and she and
ProtectBunnymund was quite aware that the winter spirit was tailing him. Honestly, with ears and a nose like his it was a wonder that Jack believed he could sneak around the Pooka. And he would have turned around and found Jack in a spit second, ready to give his rival a piece of his mind.Protect2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But he had work to do. A guardian was always busy, even if he did only have one day of the year specifically set around them.
He was the guardian of Hope after all. Not a particularly easy job.
He had already ventured all throughout Russia, China, Mexico (he was much more partial to that climate) and was now traveling through the familiar town of Burgess. The sun was quickly setting, so he was out of the clear sight of children. Bunny was sure that it wouldn't have mattered – they'd already seen him many times, though he was sure that a few of them (disregarding Jamie) now thought it had been one very confusing and vivid dream created by the Sandman. And if he really didn't want to be seen in broad daylight
Skip Pebblesgrasp-catching your words, happinessesSkip Pebbles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(a million koi fishes,
sleek-flippered and curvy)
smiles - ships skimming -
a second of hugging so precious.
TFA: Nichole's Story Chp.2Part IITFA: Nichole's Story Chp.26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The doctors thought I may have had some internal injuries as well as the fractured ribs, so they made me stay for a couple more nights. Let me tell you, it was bor-ing. All I could do was call my friends, and, when they got off their lazy butts, they visited. My mom would hang out for hours on end, even though she really had things to do.
Mom, Im seventeen. You dont have to watch me like a hawk. Besides, I thought you were in the middle of repainting the kitchen? I stated one evening, taking a bite of the chicken sandwich shed brought me.
I know, I know. But how can I not be worried about my little girl? You may not know it, but Ethans worried too.
That little pest was worried? About me? Wow. Someone pinch me, cuz that part must have been a dream.
She stayed until about six, when Ethan would be getting home from his friends house. We both knew hed be dying for supper, complaining about how he was g
InfectedA Bunnymund x Jack Frost fan ficInfected2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(Slash, M/M, violence, sexual content later.....)
It was a beautiful day down in the warren. The sun shone through in golden brightness through the end of the magic tunnels leading to places which had sunshine, making the green, peaceful place glow softly. A gentle breeze blew through, softly twirling Bunnymund's gray fur, making him sigh in content while he sat on a hill. His green eyes swept over the both rocky and grassy landscape, seeing everything, from his trusty warrior eggs silently resting in the folds of the hills to the tiny eggs. “Let's see how my little eggs are doing”, he said to himself content and hopped down to control the future, to be painted Easter eggs. After all he was the Easter bunny and had to make sure his eggs grew well into proper ones, that they were protected and no danger there to break their shell.
They were 'born' from nothing else then the ground, from the earth, where the grass grew specially green an
Spiderwebs - Chapter 12As a man with one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, Clint Barton had faced innumerable instances of pain and desperation. He had undergone tortures of many varieties, physical, emotional, and psychological. He had suffered many wounds and known agonies that would cripple most men. But nothing, nothing in all his years of experience could hold a candle to this.Spiderwebs - Chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ultimately it was the uncertainty that was the worst part. If he knew for sure what he had seen, he could take some sort of action, and do something about whatever was happening. The problem was that he didn't know. Was Natasha aware of Loki's presence, or was he observing her without her knowledge? Was he holding her by force of threat, or was she under the influence of his persuasive magics? Was she a slave to the same sorcery that had once held him against his teammates, or was the Asgardian just blackmailing her in some way? If she didn't know Loki was there, Clint had to report it to someone so she c
The Tournament - Chpt. 1 [Intro]Punta Del Este, Uruguay.The Tournament - Chpt. 1 [Intro]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A city and resort on the Atlantic Coast in the Maldonado Department of southeastern Uruguay. Although the city has a year-round population of about 9,280, the summer tourist boom adds to this a very big number of non-residents. One of the most important peninsulas in South America.
The first Europeans to set foot in what is now Punta del Este were the Spanish at the beginning of the 16th century. However, the colonization of the area actually began around Maldonado at the end of the 18th century due to Portuguese expansionism.
On 5 July 1907, it was declared a village by the Act of Law 3.186. Its status was elevated to city on July 2nd 1957 by the Act of Law Nº 12.397.
On 2011 Punta del Este had a population of 9,277 and 23,954 households and apartments. According to the Intendencia Departamnetal de Maldonado, the municipality of Punta del Este has an area of 48 km2 and a population of 15,000.
And what a coastline. Punta del Este has scenic coasts an