Truth or dareTruth or dare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"do I have to wear it Kaito?" whined the small blonde, his face red. "yes you do~" squaked the bluenette, Len snatched the outfit and neko ears from the bluenettes hands and stomped to the bathroom. "WHY DO I EVEN HAVE TO WEAR THIS?" he yelled "you remember! miku made a bet with you, whoever could get to the highest note wins, and you lost so she was supposed to pick your costume, but she let me."
about 5 minutes later the young blonde came out of the bathrom with a cyber neko outfit that, intsead of shorts, had a short black skirt
the bluenette patted his thigh suggesting that the blonde sat on his lap, but the younger boy denied his request. "ok then. my turn." Len was suprised by that, he didnt think that kaito was going to be dressing up too.
about ten minutes later he came back into the room, Len had lost intrence and started singing "nigakute hot na spice kimi dake ni ima ageru yo muchu ni saseru boku no taste wokarada juu de
Ride Of Your Life AmericaXGoth!ReaderRide Of Your Life AmericaXGoth!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why did you blindfold me, make me ride in the car for about an hour, and take me to a THEME PARK?!" You asked as Alfred took off your blindfold. Really...he had done this because it was the summer time and he thought it would be fun to take you to the theme park called "Great America". But he knew that you thought ALL RIDES were BORING. Nothing was "exciting" enough for you.
"We would have been here sooner if I never stopped at McDonald's while we were in the car..." Alfred admitted. You slightly had to smile at that. The American boy never ceased to make you smile from his obsession with fast food.
"Yeah, I heard that." You crossed your arms and gave a side smile. "How may I help you?" You said in an overly stereotypical voice of a cashier.
"I'll take a: let's go into the park now." Alfred said as he took your hand. You blushed. Was he really making a move on you?! Well, that's how you thought of it. You were a goth after all; eyeliner, mascara, teased hair, clothes, eve
Stopping to ThinkAnother day, another pile of junk.Stopping to Think8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not that Rita minded junk. It certainly had its uses, but she still felt a little unhappy as she slowed to a stop next to a dingy sidewalk. She had spent as little time as possible at home, partly because she didn't want anyone following her there. She had recently been having trouble with a few shady characters. Ever since her dad had gotten himself injured getting that ruby (and ever since she had stolen it back again) things felt like one big mess. Those goons popped up from time to time and every encounter had become harder and harder to get out of as their efforts to take it from her became more aggressive.
She sometimes found herself wishing she had a partner, wondering if it would be easier to deal with them if someone could help her. None of her siblings were old enough to help her, except maybe Liam, but he didn't have the sense for this sort of thing. All the same, she wouldn't have wanted to put any of them in danger.
She was getting tired
Sheik-Female or Male? An EssaySheik-Female or Male? An Essay7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In the image above this text, you will see some official art for The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time One of Zelda, the well recognised princess from the said series, and another of Sheik, the little question mark in gaming history.
(http://i2.tinypic.com/7wegg7k.jpg shows a somewhat larger image of them.
For those who didn't/never played Ocarina of Time, Zelda disguised herself as Sheik in order to hide herself from Ganondorf. During your quest as an adult, Sheik would frequently appear to offer you help in one way or another.
Ever since Ocarina of Time, there has been a constant arguments on the internet between two sides.
On the one side, we have the people who believe that Sheik is just Zelda in a different costume and with some altered features. (Different hair and eye colour, and a different skin tone)
On the other side, we the people who believe Sheik is actually a man, and Zelda used her magic to not only change her appearance, but her gender
Luki X Mikuo Ch. 2 /Hey it's Luki X Mikuo Ch. 2Luki X Mikuo Ch. 2 /Hey it's 2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
/Hey it's me! I'm really sorry for not uploading anything for so long. I've just been busy/lazy and kinda lost interest after awhile...
But now I'm back with Ch.2 so don't worry!
Well, I guess just read and enjoy I suppose. Comment/note me for any ideas you might have that could be put in the future chapters! Enjoy!/
/Two days after meeting Mikuo/
"LUKI WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I shot up in my bed, only to hit my head on something hard.
"Ow!!!" Someone yelped.
I winced when a hand hit my head.
I looked to see my sister Luka glaring at me while holding her head. "Morning..." She hissed.
Instantly I backed away until my back was against the head board. "Go...gomen Luka..." I whimpered, wrapping my arms around myself.
She sighed and flexed her hand. "You have a hard head you know... I could've broke my hand...
braille.her paperthin skinbraille.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bear the scars from within
& his hands seek
all that his eyes fail to satisfy.
he'll try to read her like braille -
he is too blind
to see otherwise.
actions may speak louder than words
but his touch has little worth
to someone who knows it can't
if his thirst is quenched
by mere touch,
he doesn't care too much
& if he is too poor of himself
then is she too cheap?
why does he explore each scar
like it's a prize
for him to keep?
an eye for an eye
would leave the whole world blind
but what do you do
if you want to leave the whole world
Super Mario Bros The Movie Script Preview #01SUPER MARIO BROSSuper Mario Bros The Movie Script Preview #012 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Script Written By: xXKaijuKing91Xx
*The movie started with a city, somewhere in United States America.*
*In a one house, Mario take the cap on his head and take a big breath and sighs.*
Mario: Aah... I have a feeling that today is going to be a good day again!
*Mario look at his watch and it's 9:30 now.*
Mario: Oh, Mama Mia! I'd better to start the TV!
It's my favorite program in Discovery Channel!
*In the kitchen, Luigi make Spagetti Bolognese and
carry it to the table in TV room.*
Luigi: Here ya go, big bro! Spagetti Bolognese is done!
*Mario, who's sitting on his red chair, saw his favorite food as usual and drooling*
Mario: Mmm... Smell so good!
Luigi: You're drooling, Mario! Stop it.
*Luigi sat on his green chair.*
Mario: Okay, Luigi. Start the TV, please?
Luigi: You got it, Mario!
*Luigi click the red button to start the TV.*
*The TV started and the screen shows nothing but a static.*
*Mario and Luigi looks so confused and then the
The Ballad Of Chicago Tedwe were fighting infected all across the squareThe Ballad Of Chicago Ted6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the scent of their blood was in the air
a witch in the courtyard gave us quite a scare
and things only got worse from there
when a hunter grabbed bill and thrashed him in twain
francis was hung by a smoker as he howled in pain
zoey with her pistol and took careful aim
she fired 2 shots, but it was all in vain
just then, when all hope had been burned and bled
the infected all scream and turned and fled
clothed in a flannel shirt blue black and red
came an angel of Badass, named Chicago Ted
with his shotguns a blazing, he slaughtered that horde
till he got bored of that, and switched to his sword
his cap coated in blood, while us he ignored
for the thrill of the hunt was his own reward
now he was no chuck norris, dont get me wrong
but ted could do this crap all day long
the survivors lept up and fought along
but ted would do this work for a song
with corpses piled as high as can be
Ol ted light a smoke, and howled with glee
as he used his s
Ch. 1 Moscow Winters ~ 2p!RussiaxReaderBefore I get into anything to complicated, let me explain my situation. I’m an American student, in Moscow, Russia, for a study abroad trip. I was the only American in this program I’m in. I’m a sophomore in college, and am enrolled for a year in a Russia college through the program I’m set up with. The first week in Moscow, we were promised a fun time, to tour the city and see its nightlife. I was excited and ready to party with my new friends I’d already made. And, well, that’s when my story starts to get a little screwed.Ch. 1 Moscow Winters ~ 2p!RussiaxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey, Erika, I’m going to take a picture of this thing, my parents asked me too, plus this is, like, a cool picture of it.” I said to my new British friend, pointing to the big cathedral that everyone thinks about when they think of Russia, better known as the St. Basil’s Cathedral in the Red Square. We could just see it over some buildings and it was looking pretty too in the sunset.
Stitched Jewel Heart :Students! Russia x Reader:Stitched Jewel HeartStitched Jewel Heart :Students! Russia x Reader:1 year ago in Romance More Like This
:Students! Russia x Reader:
It started with a rumor.
You fiddle with your pen, unconsciously twisting it between your fingers in rapid movements before setting it down, picking it up, and resuming again. You brows furrow slightly in concentration as your eyes constantly trail to and fro, ensuring that the figure in front of you is always in your field of vision. Your ears continue to pick up the low frequency sound waves, attempting to process the information as the professor proceed to drone on and on about the philosophy of life and death. Then you sigh as you look down towards your notebook and scrawl another note before stealing a glance towards the clock on your right.
You have another twenty minutes left and you feel as if you were going to go insane at any moment!
You glance back to the clock and watch the second hand tick at such an agonizingly slow pace that you start to wonder how on earth you were surviving for this long.
June Fourth, TiananmenBefore you start reading, if you have no idea what June Fourth is, or Tiananmen Massacre is, go to wiki, go to youtube. Today is the 25th year after June Fourth, and in light of recent relations between China and Hong Kong, this short fic was inspired.June Fourth, Tiananmen9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
This time, this year, it’s only Hong Kong who’s there with China. The square was exceptionally empty, with only a few good-natured Chinese around. The authorities patrolled around in twos and threes, stopping everyone that tried to enter the square. A pat-down with a menacing gun gained entrance, but of course, China passed by the authorities quickly, pulling Hong Kong along.
“There weren’t so many of them last year.” Hong Kong commented quietly, in mandarin. “Is it so, aruka? Last year Taiwan was here too, wasn’t she? Too bad she fell sick.” China said cheerfully. (1)
Hong Kong could only blame his stupidity for not pulling the same excuse a
Forgiveness - Ch.1Forgiveness - Ch.14 years ago in Drama More Like This
Written by Strifegirl
Summary: Lately, Cloud’s relationship with Tifa has been somewhat difficult since Cloud has been gone more than usual and because of this, Tifa was beginning to feel lonely and depressed around the bar; and that's when she met Noctis.
Timeline: Set a year after Advent Children.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII. Square-enix owns Final Fantasy and its characters. There is no copyright infringement intended.
That afternoon, Cloud returned early from his deliveries. Tifa, who was still tending bar, was surprised to see him come through the front door and approached to greet him cheerfully.
"You're early." She said with a smile. "How was the delivery?"
"Good." He replied as he placed some boxes on the floor. Tifa raised an eyebrow after hearing his cool response.
"Um... Can I get you something?" She suggested.
"No, thanks. I'm fine." Cloud said no more and simply retired to his roo
Hallelujahthere is an angel sitting next to me.Hallelujah2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her hands are tucked like wings against each other,
each blue life-vein peeking out through
too-white, too-thin skin.
a dog-earred copy of The Great Gatsby
waits in the pocket of the seat in front of her.
any other day, that might be a metaphor,
but today it is just a lonely book
whose owner is even lonelier.
there is an angel in the plane seat next to me.
while i am closing my eyes to say goodbye to the ground,
she is opening hers wider to say hello to the sky.
her spine is bending against the metal side,
like maybe if she pushed enough she could be free.
as the plane starts moving faster and faster,
the ground tells me, “see you later.”
and as the wheels draw back into the plane’s belly,
the sky tells her, “welcome back old friend.”
there is an angel sitting next to me on a plane,
and it sounds like the start of a bad joke.
she is beautiful with spindly fingers, fly-away hair,
green eyes and a feather soft smi
4934934937 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creatures I have seen,
In the long grass and
Shallow ponds, and the
Caves in between.
There live the mighty rulers
In the enormous, vast unknown;
Those that control elements and
Those that feel alone
For never should they belong
To a single trainer solitaire,
With an expansive world from Arceus,
Who is seen from Viridian to Altomare.
Trainers can wander,
But yet they cant comprehend,
The number of critters that they must find
And those they must befriend.
The Zigzagoon and Bidoof, too,
And Sentret and Rattata;
Too common to not be called
Programmer trash data.
The hundreds run and scurry about
Through the forests they forgot,
Trying to find a solution for
The hunger they have sought.
And the great Groudon
And the mighty Dialga;
They must be fighting relentlessly
With Kyogre and Palkia, respectively.
Then the large birdsLugia sea guardian,
Staraptor the brave, Articuno in the freezer,
Empoleon with flight ephemeral
Collectively flying above, in the
Skies of t
Let It Go ( Rapunzel Version)Let It Go ( Rapunzel Version)10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun burns bright on the tower this morning
Not a soul to be seen
A tower of isolation and it looks like I'm the queen
The wind is howling like this swirling flame inside
Couldn't keep it in
Heaven knows I tried
Don't let anyone in Don't let anyone see
Be the good girl mother always taught you to be
Conceal, don't feel don't let them know
It's time to let my hair down and be on my own
Let it Go Let it Go
Can't take be locked in that tower anymore
Let it Go Let it Go
Turns away and never look back
I don't care what mother is going to say
Let this flame rage on
The sun never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the mother who once controlled me
Can't get to me at all
It's time to explore what's beyond the tower
To test my limits and try new things
No right No wrong No rules for me
Let it go Let it go
I'm one with the sky and sun
Let it Go Let it Go
You're never gonna see me cry
Here I stand and Here I'll stay
Let this flame ra
Future HistoryFuture History4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
20th Century AD
Man ventures into space and visits the Earth's Moon.
Various exploration vessels are sent to planets within Earth's Solar System.
The Sky Union is formed and with it the foundation of modern temporal science.
The first Tier (human genetically engineered to be smarter) is born.
The first Tier engineers the second generation of Tiers.
Cycles of mistrust, conflict and war ravage humanity as the full impact of Tiers to society is realised.
Majority of African and South American continent along with low lying landmasses now inhabitable as Green land ice sheet disappears.
Average human creativity, memory, problem solving ability, empathy and data processing continue rise exponentially as a result of ever improving technology and Tier-Human interbreeding
Rare Earth metals r
Calamities of Creed CollegeMAAAAAAAAAAAAALIIIIIIIIK!Calamities of Creed College6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wide chocolate brown eyes slipped into view as Malik clawed the duvet and blankets off in a post-nightmare panic and panted, lungs searing and chest heaving. It took seconds of affirmation that it was indeed his room and not some dilapidated Middle Eastern ruins where he had seen his dream-self bleed out into the dust and only then did his heart start to slow. His older brother Kadar stared at him, chefs hat set at a jaunty angle on his head and a cherry apron proclaiming Kiss the Chef tied around his front. Malik had to blink at the surreal situation.
What? the younger brunette asked frantically, his breathing evening out but his nerves still shot. Why the hell were you screaming? Jesus, I could hear you in my dream, I thought the house was on fire or something.
Oh, no, sorry, said Kadar apologetically. I just wanted to ask if you wanted pancakes or waffles. He waved a flour-smeared
HitchhikerI am counting cars the same wayHitchhiker4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I count fishes in my sea.
But it is murky like suffocating drains
choking words I can't take back
a lonely side puddle on the road.
I don't look at the metal bodies
but the warm breathing ones
from rolled-down windows, carefree lollipop wrappers
bobbing mainstream music.
I count the drivers and passengers smiles
and theirs is more than the ones you give me.
I guess your car and try to find it anyway.
Is it ferrari red?
Like a horse with electric hooves
thundering my loose earth
with ridge muscles
fearless mane hair?
Is it a monster truck?
Like an armoured hunchback
banged up front-gate grin?
I'm beginning to think whatever it is
As your leather jacket that collects nightmare sweat
hands too young to belong to
As your pencilled past that
colours both our lives.
Baby, I have washed-up nickels.
I'll take the bus.
Balloon Ebbrian Girl's Adventures Balloon Ebbrian Girl's AdventuresBalloon Ebbrian Girl's Adventures2 years ago in Humor More Like This
True DespairTrue Despair2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How the light has darkened.
How the strongest have fallen.
This cloak remains
Unseen by many
A barrier to hide away
Covering up my damaged sanity
I have to act a certain way
And pretend I still have a sense of humanity
But I know it's too late
So there is no restoring me
I am both sword and shield
My bane is myself
My wounds will never heal
I am both heaven and hell
I fear my own reflection / I dread my own aggression
I am your ruination / I am your protection
I keep all destruction within / I keep all sympathy distant
I am your nightmare / I am your savior
The gift of infliction
Tells the story of life
The curse of humiliation
Reaps all forms of power and pride
Oh how the human soul can be broken.
Oh how the darkness can be overpowering.
This overwhelming pain
Is what you shall not fear
As I start to break
I hold the thoughts of your love near
I cannot place blame
So I put it i
The Elven Journey Prolouge an First ChapterPrologueThe Elven Journey Prolouge an First Chapter2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once upon a time Wait, that sounds like a cliché
In a valley, far away from civilization, there was a village of elves. The cottages were made of woven evergreen plants and on the outskirts of the town one was bigger than the rest. Here, two families lived, six people all together, training the little ones in their magic.
Arcari, the little water mage, was happily lifting a few droplets of water above her mother's white cat's nose. Suddenly she dropped them and laughed as the cat spluttered.
'Arcari!' her mother chided, 'You know she doesn't like it!' Aurora, the fire mage in making, was making the candle flame come off its wick and dance around the candle self. Her mother smiled as she stroked the young red dragon on her lap.
The two fathers were busy discussing with grave looks on their faces. All at once, they heard screams coming from the other side of the village.
'They've found us!' Aurora's father cried. 'Everyone! Follow me!' They grabbed their emergency ba
Molly-HotGear yaoiPairing: Daisy/Virgil; Richie/Francis-Frank-F-StopMolly-HotGear yaoi4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rated PG; contains gay couple being a normal family
The doorbell sounded and a witch went to go answer it. Not a real witch, but a normal, older woman dressed up for the spirit of Halloween.
On the other side of the cob-webbed decorated door was a tall devil dressed completely in red, complete with a plastic red mask sneering a smirk only the being described could wear, a shorter skeleton with its system painted on a plain black long-sleeve shirt and jeans, and in the skeleton's arms was a smaller version of a witch donned in purple with stray curls of copper red sticking out from her pointy purple hat, complete with a handmade plastic mask of pale green she held to her face.
"Tick-er-eat!" The pint-size witch announced, not expert enough to form the words and removed the mask with a wide, toothy grin.
"Ohhhhhh, you made it!" The older witch exclaimed and let the trio in. "Oh my goodness, let me hold her, Richi
Never Touch the PuddingDisclaimer: Xiaolin showdown and all its characters belong to Christy Hui, I do not own it by any stretch of the imagination...Never Touch the Pudding3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Though I wish I did.
Chase Young paced restlessly in Jack Spicers lab. Wuya was sitting in a chair, looking over one of the evl boy geniouses latest projects. The sticky-note stuck to the side of the table read it's name and purpose.
'Desintigration Ray...for use on monks.' (and possibly parents if they keep trying to fix me up with Ashley AKA Katnappe. LOL)
"Well, he's been a busy little bee, hasn't he?" she inquired aloud to no one in particular.
"If he's so busy, then where is he?" Chase asked impatiently. He had a scheme that required Jack's involvement to do his dirty work... He wasn't about to do something as trivial as he wanted done himself. Wuya looked over at him, "He probably just went out to buy some red hair dye and skin ointments. He IS albino after all."