Welcome to RaptureThe foamed waves crashed against the rigid shoreline of the Atlantic coast. The night was rising, and the sun began to die as the day withered away. The only life stirring upon the shore was the creatures beneath the sand and a mother and child.Welcome to Rapture6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Anita darling, please don't get to close to the water. That is your new dress grandma made for you!" the mother's tone was softer, not trying to scold the young girl.
"Look mother! I can see the sun falling! It's moving mother!" Anita stood barefoot in the sand, the water washing ankle-high over her feet moderately. Her toes wiggled through the smooth sand.
"It's getting late Anita, we must leave soon," the mother's long floral dress swayed in the misty breeze. Anita seemed to discourage her mothers remark as she began to run swiftly across the shoreline. The water and muddy sand splashed across her legs at every step she had taken.
The sun soon was dead, and the only light shining was the moon's glisten upon the earth. The only noise that run
I've been kidnapped by Cry and Pewdiepie. Chap 13.(Warning: Recommended 14+ for Violence and Romance. You have been warned)I've been kidnapped by Cry and Pewdiepie. Chap 13.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You walked with Ryan, the forest silent. “You really believe things will go back to normal?” You asked him, leaning into him. “Maybe not the exact same… But it’ll get better… I promise you.” He whispered, placing a kiss on your head. You blushed. You kept walking along the path, holding his hand. “What are we going to do? What if the authorities recognize you from the coffee shop?” You asked. He sighed. “If I have to do the time… I will.” He said, his voice strained. “But what will I do without you?” I ask. “You’ll live.” He sighed. “Will you be in prison with Felix?” I asked, looking at him. Ryan waited a moment. “Maybe… It’s likely…” he said. “I won’t let you be there with that monster!” I yell. “__________, We don
Crimson LoveMy heart is broken, beaten and batteredCrimson Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shattered like the most delicate of glass roses
It lies next to you in your bleak and desolate grave
The solemn hole you fell into when you took your final breath
Our life was sound, our love pure
Then we watched our walls come crashing down
As fate intervened in the form of reality
We heard the death clock's chilling chime
I'm left forlorn in this tragic world
I try to live but all in vain
It's not living without you
All that's left are my memories, my illusions, my delusions
The ominous blade, a reassuring friend in which I trust
Glistening with the tears I cry for what could have been
It slides so lovingly into the empty void of my once beating heart
An incredulous and overwhelming sense of relief
I lie in a pool of crimson love
Smiling as I fall from grace
Now we can be together forever
In the land of perpetual darkness
Just a Bad DreamJust a Bad Dream3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was just a bad dream.
A simple nightmare that seemed to last an eternity.
Booker was usually used do hauntings of his past; of burning villages and riddling Chinese with holes. Of beating workers, and in some cases, killing them.
But this time was different. Not only did he kill people fighting for freedom, but he had died several times in the process of. He had watched as he pulled the trigger on black men, white men, Chinese, Sioux, hispanics. He watched as bones were incinerated, men and women's heads exploded, and people fall into an abyss below. The smells of roasting meat, fragrant potions, and gunpowder still lingered in his nostrils, even though he hadn't left his apartment for war in a long time.
Looking around the room, the ghosts of the founding fathers danced in the shadows, causing him to feel nervous about what they had in their hands. Such a sight of flying machines and a ruined city in the sky would be forever burned in his mind, along with that red, cracked eye.
An Obvious Spanking*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*An Obvious Spanking4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
France and England sat at the world meeting and were jabbering on and off with each other in little spats. It had been this way for as long as Arthur could remember. Since the early days, when they were both fighting against one another, the Brit just did not want to deal with the French nations presence. Normally Arthur would do everything in his power to find a different seat, but the French nation always seemed to want to sit next to him. He shook his head with a sigh.
Germany had the table, and was talking. No one usually talked out of turn when he had the seat, and England looked over while rolling his eyes. He grabbed up his cup of tea, and sipped from it. France continued talking, but quietly.
"Come on Arthur come over, and I guarantee 'ou will 'ave a delightful time. My maids, 'zey are 'ze definition of satisfaction. Hoh hoh naughty lit
Spraying DownSpraying Down4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Author's Note: I think I used the name Rangiku possibly too much in this story at some points. As such, time for a drinking game! Take a shot every time Rangiku pops up! Take two right away now and enjoy the story!)
"We got so much crap in this house," Firingwall, aka JD, said to Rachel as he rummaged through their bedroom closet, tossing out random things. The young couple had been spending the day going through their house and collecting random knick-knacks to sell. This coming weekend was the neighborhood garage sale and the two of them wanted in on it since people from all over the city would be showing up. It was a good time to make some extra cash for them.
"On the plus side," Rachel said watching him work, "We'll have plenty of stuff to sell off at our sale."
"Right," he said, turning around, "By the way, is your break done? You could actually help me go through this closet."
"Nah," she said, "You got
I've been Kidnapped by Cry and Pewdiepie. Chap. 1(Warning: This chapter contains minor violence... Nothing too graphic... Just mentions guns.... If you don't like that, turn away and find something else to read. 14+. Pewdiepie & Cry x Reader)I've been Kidnapped by Cry and Pewdiepie. Chap. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You sit in a café sipping a hot Americano in the quiet side of town.. Your friend was meeting up with you to talk and catch up since you hadn’t seen each other in forever… She had planned on meeting you at 1:00pm and as you checked your cell phone you saw that it was 12:58. You looked around, tapping your shoe impatiently. Where was she? You sighed and looked down at the menu one of the waiter’s had given you earlier and you glanced at it, not giving anything a second look. You glanced up and noticed a car pull up… You didn’t know what car your friend drove so you always waited to see if it was your friend.
You sat there waiting for your friend to arrive when the door to the café opened and chimes rang. I looked over and noticed 2 men
Waiting for Russia Toris was practically hyperventilating, he shakily tried to help Lativa dice the tomatoes but he didn't feel so safe holding a knife. Taking a forced, calming deep breath Lithuania slowly put the knife down on the kitchen counter and focused hard on controlling his breathing. 15 year-old Raivis, who was serenely stirring a pot on the stove, saw this in his peripheral vision and became concerned. His brow furrowing, he quietly inquired.Waiting for Russia5 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Is something the matter Toris? You seem jumpy about something." Lithuania jumped when he realized he was being addressed. Oh goodness! Why explain his anxiousness? Ivan was going to find out what he did soon anyway! Might as well let him announce it! Toris`s internal turmoil showed clearly on his face. His body language showed it as well, the young man was wringing his hands worriedly and kept flipping a strand out from in front of his eyes. He always did that when he was really scared and frankly it scared Latvia as well to see
Romano's Turtle Travesty*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Romano's Turtle Travesty4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Little Spain was playing in his room. He had acquired some brand new pet turtles that his father allowed him to have, but they needed to stay in their tank, otherwise the boy would have them taken away. Antonio watched as the little green creatures would swim around the tank, and eat little bits of food. He giggled, and smiled, waving at his new little friends. There were four turtles in all, and the boy would need to work on the names. This needed some serious thought, and he thought the one person that was smart enough, and he looked up to so much was his father. His eyes lit up, and bidding goodbye to his friends for the moment.
He walked out of his bedroom, and ran down the hallway, and down the steps. His father, Romano was in the drawing room, sitting on the couch. He was on the phone speaking with some other nation, and was deep in talk. Running f
Just Reward_RussEstThat morning had been a tough one in Russia's household. Eduard and Toris had gotten into a heated argument, the words of which couldn't help but be overheard by the other members of the house. It wasn't anything new really, but the volume at which the two Baltic brothers had reached was. It was a wonder no one had been struck, but the bitterness in their tones said more than any physical hit could have. In the end Toris had grasped his own hair in frustration, shouting out in his native tongue before he left the house with a slam of the door.Just Reward_RussEst5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everything considered, Ivan had let him go. Toris would come back and probably with groceries or something else for the household. Nothing better for letting yourself cool off then spending hours standing in line with time to think. The Soviet was good for that at least. What Ivan couldn't let go was Eduard. The Estonian had been a pain in his side for a long time now. Sharp-tongued, Eduard often made the Russian angry enough to throw a punch rat
Paper PlanesWe use to fold paper planes togetherPaper Planes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the dinner table after supper.
Once we finished we would write our deepest desires into them
And then throw them into open space.
We would watch as they glided their way
Across the plains.
We would see which one of our planes flew the farthest.
Which one of our dreams went further.
But that too
Like everything in life.
I got older
But I never grew up.
I got busy.
And you did too.
Our conversations now can be put into three categories:
Greetings, food and farewells.
Somehow, we’re both okay with that.
I sometimes pray to the same God that you say you once knew
To the one you still wear around neck
In hopes that maybe, one day,
Things will return
To how they once were.
See, ‘cause the plane that was suppose
To take me from my child to adulthood
Still hasn’t landed. Delayed
By a storm I cannot define.
And I don’t plan on ever leaving the roof
How could I? When I feel
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,I Found You Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.
I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.
You had fallen from so high so long before.
I'd give my soul to carry you back up.
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,
To stand by yourself,
And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.
But do you mind,
Just sit and wait with you a while?
While we both have the time.
Denmark the Sitter [Ch:2]Denmark the Sitter [Ch:2]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hetalia (c) Himaruya Hidekaz
Characters: Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Iceland
Character in situation: Norway, Sweden, Finland and Iceland
WARNING!! This will contain omorashi, spanking and diapering. Do not like, then do not read.
"What am I going to do?"
Now having the Nordics drink the wrong potion, Denmark was now stuck to take care of a newborn, two toddlers, a preschooler, a puffling, and a puppy. To which all were standing, with Iceland being held, in the kitchen while Denmark tried to figure this out. In all, this was just to be a prank not for Denmark to become a baby sitter.
"I just don't get it," Denmark sighed, cradling the young Icelandic close to his chest. "The potion wasn't suppose to do this."
Denmark froze. He didn't realize he was thinking out loud. He turned to face the Norwegian who spoke. Norway glared at the Dane, which actually looks pretty adorable with him being youn
The Beginning (4) - TadashixReader"Alright! Movie night! Make some room for the Fred-meister!" Fred catapulted himself over the back of Honey's couch, spraying popcorn in his wake.The Beginning (4) - TadashixReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Fred you're making a mess! Popcorn stays in the bowl or in your mouth!" Wasabi twitched at the mess Fred made as he wiggled in between Wasabi and Honey on the couch.
All of your close friends from SFIT were gathered for a movie night to take a break after all the hard work so far in the semester and preparing for the work to come.
"Sorry man. Hey, next time let's go to my place!"
Go-go rolled her eyes from the armchair she had commandeered for herself. "Pretty sure Honey's apartment is nicer than under a bridge."
Fred just smiled, not realizing her implication. "That is very true Go-go. Honey, your house is much nicer than under a bridge."
"Thanks Fred." Honey giggled.
Tadashi walked into the living room with the other bowl of popcorn for the movie night. "Alright, I think we are stocked up on popcorn. Are we ready for the movie?"
SorryI'm SorrySorry6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
That I bought you roses to tell you that I like you
That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk
That my boy's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants
That I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised
That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy"
That I am actually nice; not a jerk
I don't have a huge banka ccount to buy you expensive things
I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club
I would rather make love to you than just screw you like some random guy
That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
Cake and Training*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Cake and Training4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In was late in the morning, and little Austria was sweeping the hallways. His Papa, Mister Italy was down in the parlor, creating some beautiful works of art, and even though the nation had wait staff to clean up the areas, he wanted to teach his little one responsibility, so Austria was giving the job of sweeping. The little one swished the broom, making noises while he did so. He was decked out in a little purple frock, and a white apron, alongside a little bandana on his head, to keep the dust and grime from getting in his hair. He had seen the chamber maids, and what they wear, so he had one of them help him.
Italy was down in the South wing of the mansion, painting some pictures, and enjoying himself. Knowing his little one was always well behaved, he did not have to worry about a thing. He hadn't had any plans set for the day, though sometimes Holy
Tchaikovsky's SerenadeHow deeply I love this workTchaikovsky's Serenade7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of Tchaikovskys. How mellifluously
he taught an orchestra to sing
the song of his complicated destiny.
No one has ever schooled string players
so deeply in the language of yearning,
so completely in the inevitability of loss.
He needs no programme. He brings
ecstasy to the expression of his
tumultuous, impossible needs.
The violas and the cellos,
the basses and the muted violins.
In simple melodies and lilting rhythms
they allow his troubled complexity
a freedom that in life he could never know.
Gone Too Far - RussiaGone Too Far - RussiaGone Too Far - Russia6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Russia was afraid he had gone a bit too far this time. Eduard lay on the ground before him, unconscious, still and pale. Ivan set down his now-bloody pipe and gazed worriedly down at the small, still nation. He had been beating him moments before, until Eduard had fallen and not gotten back up. Ivan had just meant to teach him a lesson about talking back to your elders, not beat the boy senseless!
Russia knelt down beside the young man on the floor and poked his shoulder. No response. Ivan bit his lip and rolled Estonia onto his back, jostling his unbroken arm slightly. The small blond's head just lolled with the movement. "Eesti?" Ivan called out in a small voice. A weak moan of pain came from Eduard, and he shifted a bit. Ivan almost let out a squeak of delight, but he held it in. "Can you wake up for me, Eesti?" Russia cooed softly, still strangely concerned for the boy, even though he knew he was the one who did this to Eduard. Estonia's eyes cracked open the
A Fondue Fabrication*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*A Fondue Fabrication4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Okay little one, once we get you dressed, I need you to go outside and play for a little while. I am going to be cooking all day, making your favorite, and then after we eat, perhaps we will do a little studying."
Liechtenstein was dressing her little one, Switzerland in a green shorts suit with a matching jacket. She then put on a little white beret hat, and then stood up looking down at him. Little Basch looked up with his green eyes looking into his mother's and he frowned a little bit. Leaning down, Lilly put one hand on her knee, and reached out a hand.
"Darling, whatever is the matter? Why are you giving me such a pout?" Liechtenstein had kind eyes to her, and smiled. Basch looked up and huffed.
"Mutti...this hat is silly, and it doesn't make me look like a big boy nation. I don't want to leave it on." He fussed with it, and his mother
Le Tantrum Magnifique*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Le Tantrum Magnifique4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Canada was sitting in his study and had a mountain of work to do. Signing, and adding up dispositions, he looked over to the clock, and saw that it was a little after one in the afternoon. His little one, Francis had been down for a nap, as it happened to be an exhausting experience prior to the child going down. The four year old boy was being fussy, and did not want to nap, he threw a minor fit, and Matthew felt it was a well needed decision to put the child down, even though it was rather difficult. The boy had been asleep for the past two hours, lunch would be served in a little while, but there was no point in waking the child until he woke up by himself. He got up from the desk, and huffed a sigh while taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes talking to himself.
"I suppose I will need to finish these later. Now on to see what is serve
Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 6Sitting quietly at the table, Frank watched as his last cigarette burned down, smoke coiling through the air.Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jack had held his hand all the way from the repaired orphanage to Frank's apartment. Admittedly at arm's length, but still...
Did it mean he was growing on the boy?
Frank rubbed at the back of his neck with a groan. Jack had decided to ask Brigid and the girls for their help last night. Telling them that help was needed repainting a newly furnished area kept the ladies from guessing just what it was they'd help decorate.
Putting the cigarette to his lips, Frank blinked as an arm wrapped around his neck, and the cigarette was stolen from his fingers.
"You shouldn't smoke, Frank." Jack sighed, yawning as he stubbed the cigarette out. "It's like kissing an ash-tray." He muttered. Laughing slightly, Frank leaned back to accept the sleepy kiss he pushed to Frank's cheek, and watched as Jack sleepily began making himself a cup of coffee, spilling hot water over his hand by accident.
Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 1WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED BIOSHOCK! SPOILERS ARE WITHIN!Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pulling the door closed behind him, Jack Ryan sobbed, sitting down. He stared at the large, stuffed polar bear, and wearily, strode up the stairs.
"Aw, kid. You look like you're ready to keel over."
Turning around, Jack shrank against the bear. "Fontaine." He breathed. He didn't look like Fontaine, though. His face was different, blond hair falling over his head. Leaning on the balcony, Frank smiled. "Come to settle the score, boyo?" He mocked in Atlas' voice. Jack sank to his knees.
"I just wanted to be safe." Jack breathed, looking up. "This is...I..." He closed his eyes. "Frank...Atlas..." He pleaded, standing up. "Help..." He breathed.
Slumping against the bear, Jack watched as the world turned dark, and he fell into the rising black.
Frank blinked. He'd expected a much more violent reaction from the boy, not for him to pass out.
Then again, he mused, stalking towards the fallen Ryan, with so many revelation
Cry X Reader**Warning: This story includes a relationship between a 23 year old and a 17 year old. If the 6 year age difference offends you then I suggest closing the tab because I'm not changing the plot for you. If you're perfectly fine with this then please carry on reading and I hope you enjoy it!**Cry X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed silently as you stood in line to get your friends some snacks. First they dragged you to watch a horrible romance movie and now they made you stand in line for what felt like an eternity. You sighed and began to question your taste in friends when you felt a tiny tug on your shirt. Turning around you looked around before looking down at a little girl, she had brown hair that was set in a loose braid and her green eyes were watching you with admiration as you sat down on your knees to be eye level with her
"Hey there squirt..." She giggled hearing the little stupid nickname and it caused you to smile as she started speaking in a quiet voice
"Hi...You look very pretty and I wanted to ask i