Insidious 2 ContestInsidious
Perhaps you're walking down a dark hallway or climbing a creaky old staircase and you can't help but feel something unpleasant or dangerous happening. Your imagination starts to run wild… but what is it?
Your challenge is to depict a shadowy twist to a "normal" daily experience showing that danger is always closer than expected: an everyday ac
Everyday Hero - USUKSo this is what it feels like to grow upEveryday Hero - USUK4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I want some independence, not too little, not too much.
It's early afternoon, and Arthur is in his study, reading a book as usual. I've been contemplating on the subject of becoming independent for a long while now, and just now have I ever thought of telling him. I don't have the slightest clue over how I'm going to go about it. . .
So how did I end up standing in front of the open door to his study? God knows.
"Arthur," I start, nervousness slowly starting to eat at my confidence. He looks up from the novel in his lap almost immediately and looks me in the eyes. I hope he can't see the fear in them. Those seemingly endless jade eyes always seem to see right through me.
"Alfred? What seems to be the problem, lad?" He asks me, concern on his face. "Chin up, boy. Speak up. You know better." I sigh and take a deep breath. It's now or never. I swallow what's left of my pride and walk into his study.
"Arthur. . ." This was going to be h
Single Wing - part 1The early morning light was as sharp as always, passing the borders of the open kitchen window where a light breeze gently shook the drapes from side to side, letting in short glimpses of the sun's blinding rays. Scootaloo quickly found herself blinded, just as she was carrying one of her mother's finest plates to the kitchen table. A bumpy corner of the rug swept the temporarily blinded filly off her feet, making her accidentally lose her grip on the pretty piece of porcelain and send it flying through the air. With a bit of reflexes, luck and agility though, the orange filly managed to leap forward and caught the plate midair before it would break into an impossible puzzle. She let out a sigh of relief, wondering just how disappointed her mother would be if she had broken this heirloom of hers from her own parents. Not wanting such an event to happen again; the orange filly carefully put the plate down and decided to close the window so the wind could no longer play this trick on herSingle Wing - part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Friendship is Infectious Ch.2Friendship is Infectious Ch.23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rainbow Dash hadn't slept all night. She was far too excited. Tomorrow morning, her fillyhood dreams were being realized. All those bruises, those endless hours of training. All of it had finally paid off. Rainbow rolled over and smiled. Hanging in the nearby closet was the blue uniform and flying goggles that Spitfire had given her when she had told Rainbow that she was the newest member of her favorite flying team.
Rainbow sat up in bed, and whispered across the room. "Hey Gilda. You awake?" "Yes Dash. I'm still awake, same as I was two hours ago. Same as I was thirty minutes ago. Do you have any idea what time it is? I'll tell you what time it is. It's five AM, that's what time it is! You know I have to be up early. I am taking your old job after all."
Rainbow switched on a light and grinned and the disheveled griffon. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'm just so excited! This is a big day for both of us after all! Your first day on the job, my first day with the Wond
Dreamscape ItaliaIt was a practically perfect day.Dreamscape Italia4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In this place, the blooms of the mozzarella bushes shone white in the sunshine alongside a glittering river of red wine. Hundred-year-old willows provided cool shade beneath their bowers of linguine and spaghetti, beneath which kittens gathered to dine on bolognese. The martorana trees had even begun to drop fruit.
It is here we find our hero, on his tippy-toes, straining to touch a perfect-looking marzipan peach just a few cm beyond his reach. As in many of his dreams, Italy Veneziano was stark naked.
"Just a...just a...ve--"
A merciful gust of wind sent the tree's branches in motion, and the peach bobbed just low enough for Italy to pluck it. He smiled gaily and wandered on through the orchard, nibbling at his prize. Gazing upward as he left the shade of the fruit trees, he stopped in his tracks on beholding the amazing sight above.
"A-ah...wow! Che bello!"
Twin arcs of vivid color spanned the width of the pink sky, staggering in their beauty. A doub
Friendship is Infectious Ch.3Friendship is Infectious Ch.33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dear mother and father. It was so nice to finally hear from you. I know it's been a while since I moved to Ponyville, and I've been very busy with my studies. But recently I've had less going on, and I must say your invitation to visit could not have come at a better time! Me and Spike would be delighted to stay for a couple days.
See you soon!
Lots of love,
Satisfied with her letter, Twilight glanced briefly out the window. Cloudy. "Good thing I have that umbrella hat that Pinkie gave me." Twilight then called up the stairs to the still-sleeping dragon. "Spiiike! Time to get up!" A muffled voice answered her. "mmfff. Go 'wayyy. Lemmesleep." "Spike," Said Twilight. "I know it's early, but we need the early start. We've got a lot of cleaning up to do, and I want to pick up some more quills and ink this morning too. We need them if we want to make a 'cleaning the library' checklist. Come on, rise and shine, number one assistant." Her
Everyday Hero - USUK 2A/N: This is a continuation of my previous deviation entitled "Everyday Hero - USUK". If you haven't already read the first half, please do so. Also please do check out the video I had made to this song if you have time. Links to both the first half of this songfic and the video can be found in the description. Thank you.Everyday Hero - USUK 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
I wonder if you think I'm letting go...
I may be but just believe I'll make it on my own.
How did this happen? Previously I thought he said that he understood...
Apparently he didn't, because if he did, I wouldn't be standing here on a battlefield; opposite from my guardian and own twin brother, with over a dozen muskets pointed at my face.
That liar! He told me he understood - That's it.
"Arthur, all I want is my freedom. I'm no longer a child, nor your little brother. From now on, consider me independent."
I can see it in your eyes,
I see it all the time.
You've been cheering in the stands all of my life.<
World War III Chapter 3Russia walked downstairs, having been instructed by Canada to watch America for a while again. Ever since England had declared war on Canada weeks ago, Canada had built a basement in his home to properly cage whatever spoils he obtained. America got his own cell, while others were stuck together in cells too small for them (Canada had gone and captured Australia and Cuba, among other countries).World War III Chapter 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
America looked up miserably at Russia. He looked as if he had given up hope for rescue. After all this time, he had become convinced that England gave up on him. He was so crushed by his own beother capturing him, he was convinced from the first day that England had just been pretending to care so he could take over his land.
Russia opened up the cell and stepped inside, closing it behind him.
"So, how is the hero feeling?" he asked with a cold voice. America said nothing. Russia grabbed his neck and pulled him up.
"I asked you a question," he growled. America still didn't
Forgotten History Prussia sat with Germany, his newest companion....Forgotten History5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sky was a pure cyan blue, and a sundog glistened around warmly, as though the world was a faded memory.
The two had hardly been together, yet sat in comfortable silence and watched the horizon - dressed as though they were half-prepared to appear at a conference. While little Ludwig rested on his lap contently, Gilbert's back was leaned against a warm tree, and one of the adult's legs hung off the edge of the grassy shoulder overlooking the healing landscape.
At that moment, a yellow creature glided over, landing on top of little Ludwig's head. The paranoid former Empire shook it off, then gazed up at it in awe as it graced the air.
Suddenly Gilbert snatched the creature easily from its flightpath and looked down at it curiously.
"Hey, don't hurt it..