''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
The Cheshire PrinceAlice opened the door and slammed it shut. She leaned against it in attempt the keep the annoyingly sneezing duchess and her psycho maid, who kept throwing every single object at everyone, inside the house. She knew they wouldnt leave their spot from the kitchen, but with all the madness happening in there was enough to drive even her insane. Closing her blue eyes she let in a deep breath of the windy air to relax her nerves, and sighed out loudly. This wonderland of a world was getting on her nerves. Nothing made any sense to her and she always ended up getting into more trouble then she already was. God help me.The Cheshire Prince6 years ago in Teen More Like This
It looks like a lonesome girl is troubled, said a purr rumbling sound of a voice. Alice looked around her but saw no one in sight. Puzzled she walked up to the gate and looked around again. If youre looking for a voice then all you have to do is look up. The mysterious voice said to her confusion.
It took her a minute to
Egyptian godsMAJOREgyptian gods6 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ra/Re Falcon-headed god of the sun, creator of the world
Aten/Aton The sun disk, a manifestation of Re
Atum The god of the setting sun, a manifestation of Re
Khepri Beetle/Scarab god of the rising sun, a manifestation of Re
Iusaaset Shadow of Atum, Mother/Grandmother of the gods
Maat The personification of truth and justice, daughter of Re
If I Was Your Vampire - 1If I Was Your Vampire - 17 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter One - Good morning
The soft silk brush against his bare frame as he rolled over in the lush bed. The cool, slick fabric was wrapped around his otherwise naked body, warming nicely to his feverish temperature within moments of making contact with his skin. The slender male rolled again, not having found his intended target in the first attempt. Hey, it was a big bed, a couple could get lost in the thing....
Finally he made contact with the object of his desire; another body, this one just as bare as the first, and even more so since the red comforter had slipped from the upper half of his body.
Jode smirked quietly to himself and snuggled closer to the man, placing a soft kiss right in the center of his perfectly sculpted chest. Aaron had a body that would have put a Greek god like Adonis to shame, and a face so perfect that it could only be understatedly described as angelic. Jode had always felt so plain in comparison to Aaron. The simple demon was unworthy of Aaron's l
How to Poorly Scare a Cheshire"No means no, pervert!" A loud smack from a hand making contact with skin was heard from a mile away.How to Poorly Scare a Cheshire5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfazed, as usual, the grinning pervert stood up, off the ground, and rubbed the red hand print on his cheek. "But Alice," whined the Cheshire. "What I'm offering will bring you nothing but sweet pleasure and bliss."
Standing up herself, Alice brushed off the grass on her skirt. Madly blushing, she furiously said, "Only a mad pervert would be stupid enough to try to pleasure a fifteen year old."
"Oh, but this is Wonderland, Alice." Cheshire came up from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her to his chest. Trying to act like a seductive devil, Cheshire leaned his head close to Alice's ear and whispered in her ear. "Everyone is mad here, especially me."
The heel of Alice's shoe landed straight through Cheshire's cat-like foot. Instantly, he let go of his captive and hopped on one foot as he rubbed the pain away from the other. Alice walked away from him but stop
Third WheelThird WheelThird Wheel8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What gives them the right,
To take that drink, tonight?
What gives them the permission,
To sit in such a romantic position,
When all Im doing is sitting, staring,
Opposite to them, crying but trying
To hold back those tears.
Trying to hold back the fears
That are enrolling out before me?
The cold wisps of Winter are brushing against me,
And the heart I ignored for so long is in anxiety.
My fists are clenched.
My pride is pinched.
And my eyes are sour -
They have been for the past four hours.
Your childish beauty entrances me,
Asking a favour that just killed me.
Take a photo of us kissing, mate!
Oh please, please, itll be so great!
And reluctant to react, I take your phone,
And with a silent tear escaping, I kneel by your throne.
Your lips touch, passionate, true;
The camera flash splits through sky;
Through me and you.
Death Battle: Esdeath vs Roy MustangDeath Battle: Esdeath vs Roy Mustang3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hydro Frez: The armies have been routed and now the commanders are going in! I can see the ending!
Tempest: It's time for, a DEATH BATTLE!
War had begun.
Just mere days ago, a massive superpower country only known as the Empire had launched a preemptive strike on Amestris, wiping out several small towns and massacring their civilians. Almost immediately, the central State Military was brought together and managed to halt the progression of the Imperial Army.
However, that hadn't stopped several teams from the Empire from acting on their own. Without word or warning, they struck hard, capturing towns and crucifying the occupants as a warning, leaving them in the open to be slowly devoured by crows. Disgusted by the inhumane acts, several State Alchemists had taken to evacuating many of the towns too small to defend themselves. In doing so, they ensured that when Empire's main fighting force came in, the State Military wouldn't
Death Battle: Dante vs. Ragna, Part 2Death Battle: Dante vs. Ragna, Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Note: If you have not yet, I recommend reading Part 1 first.
When Dante finally arrived in what should have been the park, there were no trees, no grass, no park. The benches, trash cans, and recycling bins had been obliterated, and dark fires consumed the surrounding lands. There was nothing but blackened plains left of the place. And standing in the middle of it all?
Ragna, the Bloodedge.
Surrounding him was blackness, a dark aura unlike any Dante had ever felt before. It seemed as if the entire world had been consumed by the shadows this demon unleashed, as the formerly bright and cheery sky above them became obscured with storm clouds. The swor
Arlyn of the Ocean My childhood summers were filled with the salty air and sea shells of the Gulf, my favorite place to relax and play. I vividly remember the cold ocean water splashing at my ankles and the taste of the popsicles we ate between bouts of play. I collected hundreds of sea shells and made magnificent sand castles, dug holes as deep as I was tall and even caught a few fish. What I remember most of all, though, was Arlyn.Arlyn of the Ocean4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first summer I spent with my aunt was an entirely new experience; I had never seen the beach or played in salt water before. She coaxed me gently toward the water, armed with an array of floaties and toys. I followed her cautiously, reassured by her claims that I wasn’t meaty enough to interest any of the ocean’s monsters. I figured she had to be right; I weighed next to nothing as a scrawny, awkward ten-yea
The Pale MouseI.The Pale Mouse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire in the distance.
You're in a city and
I am in another
a foreign feeling
washed through my heart.
Twelve hours in silence,
No power, no phones.
A daily ritual to live through;
I'd stay on the balcony
counting minutes till one,
of your voice, your laughter, and
the thousand roses i smell in your hair.
you're so scared
windows are sealed,
the doors are locked.
another bullet rings
another wave of blood.
Curling in the darkness,
under the bed
dying for a drink yet,
you refuse to get up.
I promised i'd be there,
waiting on the other side
of a telephone line.
I told you the tale
of a small pale mouse,
cleaning her house.
she found a shiny
gold coin and
danced to joy.
there was no more fear.
Did you get a drink?
asking what happened
to the mouse.
you are my pretty pale m
MasksMasks4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We all wear masks. Seldom we wear them to hurt others, but most times to protect ourselves.
We have to wear masks to be accepted in the community. It is sad, but we learn so from our earliest childhood - When our parents tell us not to cry, punish us with the words that good girl (or boy) does not do things like that.
And we learn an important lesson. When we show our true self we get punished, hurt, hated and rejected. But when we wear a mask, show the others what they want to see, we get rewarded, comforted, loved and accepted.
The older we get, the more masks we wear, different masks to show different persons, for different reasons. The Mask we show our Family, the mask we show our teachers, the mask we show our friends, the mask we show our employer and the mask we show to the persons we love, and want to receive love from.
We sooner or later forgot who we really are, and our true self stop to exist.
When I look into a mirror now, I don't see my own reflection anymore; I only see t
Alice and Wonderland EpilogueIn the castle covered with roses and thorns sat the Queen on her mighty throne. She listened intently on Duchesss news. So the two girls from another world have finally left Wonderland have they? But I doubt their troubles are over yet.Alice and Wonderland Epilogue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I guess our revenge wont be coming anytime soon then.
Wonderland has chosen not one but two people who might become what I fear the most. Wonderland is already in progress with Kikis test to see if shes worthy enough. Yet Wonderland has done nothing for the other girl.
If that is true then why did you ask me to come here, begging your pardon your majesty?
The Queen only laughed in amusement and gladly replied, Since it wouldnt be fair for one of the girls to be put to the test, well make it even. Do you have the soul you stole from her ready?
Duchess pulled out a jar with a tiny blue sphere floating about. Just like you ordered me to, your majesty, but
The Forgotten Portrait - Life afterwordsGarry's POV:The Forgotten Portrait - Life afterwords3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I remember it all very well.
I remember how it felt. How it felt to slowly crumple into nothing. I never would have thought that relying on a simple thing as a rose could be so vital for my life. And having each petal plucked and thrown to the ground was like suffering a slow and painful death. Seeing each blue petal on the ground made me weaker and weaker, until I could barely stand.
"If you need help I'll come running "
I meant it when I said I couldn't lie, but couldn't tell the truth either. I knew I wouldn't be able to do that, to come running for you. I wanted to, but my body wouldn't let me. It was like vines dragging me down. Away from Ib
And all I heard was, "Loves me Loves me not.. Loves me.. Loves me not Loves me..!"
I was gone after that.
I wasn't sure how death worked in this world. Could you even reach heaven or hell while within the frames? I even wondered about it while wandering the place with Ib and Mary
Ragna cuts into DeathBattle!!Ragna the BloodedgeRagna cuts into DeathBattle!!7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Height: 185 cm (6’0.8”)
Weight: 78 kg (172 lbs)
Age: unknown (in his 20s)
Eyes: one Green, one Red (heterochromia due to possessing Azure Grimoire)
AKA: The Grim Reaper, Bloodedge, “Good Guy”
- Despite having comparatively little combat training, effortlessly slaughtered 300 veteran soldiers and several dozen Praetorian guards
- This earned him the Moniker “The Grim Reaper”; he did not decide it for himself
- Rendered the Black Beast dormant for an entire year-Has repeatedly destroyed the bases of the Novus Orbis Librarium, a multi-national task force that regulates the control of power in the world, all while eluding capture
- Acquired a bounty “large enough to buy a small country”
- Has battled quite nearly every other character in the game, and has lost only exceedingly rarely; even then usually with i
Sparks Fly *Chapter 7*"Gumball!" I yelled boredlySparks Fly *Chapter 7*2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What do you-. Marshall! You're back!" Gumball stated happily
"Yeah so what happened around here while I was gone?" I asked, not actually caring that much
"Well the Candy Kingdom's got a new fountain, well you know, after you 'accidentally' broke it a few weeks ago." Gumball answered
"Not that, the other one." I rolled my eyes
"Oh well, Ignitus and Fionna are still dating."
"Yeah I didn't want to tell you that in the first place, you know." He shook his head no, "Anyway, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to the fifteen-year plan?"
"It didn't go as I had expected it. I just thought it would clear my mind a bit but it clouded it more, you get what I'm saying?" I asked
"I know how it feels to rule." He rolled his eyes
"Much worse in the Nightosphere." I chuckled
"And it doesn't seem like it's cool there." He joked
We shared a quick laughter.
"You know Gumbutt, you're starting to grow on me." I smiled slightly
"Well, Ooo missed your evil." He
Death Battle Prelude: Dante vs. RagnaDeath Battle Prelude: Dante vs. Ragna1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Z: Sometimes, you need that special kind of hero.
Magus: The kind that has white hair, an awesome-looking sword, dark powers, and the ability to make anyone they talk to piss-drunk mad at them?
Tessera: ...I was going to more thoroughly explain the connection, but yeah. That.
Z: Dante, the Son of Sparda...
Tessera: ...and Ragna, the Bloodedge.
Z: Now, it should be noted that we are using a Composite Dante for this match.
Magus: I'm The Great and Powerful Magus, and those two dweebs-
Z & Tessera: (both throw irritated glares at Magus)
Magus: are Z and Tessera!
Z: And it’s our job to analyze their weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win... a Death Battle.
Height: unknown (speculated to be 6'2")
Weight: unknown (speculated to be 200 lbs.)
Age: unknown (anywhere from late teens to early 40s depending on the game/ who you ask)
Coming Out: Besuchan's StoryComing Out: Besuchan's Story10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
You always told me to be honest to you, mom...you hate when I lie to you. I'll be honest right now and say I lie often, I know I do. It hurts when I lie to you, but sometimes I wonder if the truth is really something you want to hear?
Like, when was it, two or three years ago? The school paper was making a help column for kids to ask questions for help in their 'lives'. My English teacher asked each of us to write a question down and if our question was in the paper, we would get extra credit.
Now, I was never a popular kid, mom, and you knew that. Since I was young I remember being teased and made fun of, with only a few friends to fall back on for support. So when everyone was gossiping with one another, I sat at my desk and stared at my piece of paper. I heard all around me "I wanna ask what color make up I should wear in the fall" or "I think I'll ask where's a good place to get my nails done".
the running manWhen I see you, all I see is after. Gravel upturned by that beige Chevy. Pavement sun-baked and time-worn, like most Mississippi roads. You love the highways. You drive by, sunglasses and Miller Lite caps on a string, without noticing I'm headed in the opposite direction. I don't have time to regard the dust cloud because there's a cop idling nearby.the running man3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You've always been headed in the opposite direction.
When I was fifteen I didn't understand. Couldn't have. You can't read another language until you learn the right words, wrap your brain around the meaning of those foreign sounds and inflections. I couldn't read you because I didn't want to. It was easier to be angry and ignorant. It's always easier.
Five years later - five years of investigation, of difficult questions and even more difficult answers - I know you better than I ever thought I could. It wasn't any effort on your part, of course. Not your style. For you, existence defines itself - you have no reason to justify your
Maybe ...Maybe ...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It wasn't my intention, to give birth to a mudblood A demon-child But he's not a demon. If anything, he's more human than beast. And I love him with all my heart ."
Those beautiful words resonated softly in Karlee's slightly-elven ears. His amber eyes though slightly misty were lively and alert, in a sense smiling at the memory. His mother's last words before she was stoned to death by the people of his village Those few words that meant absolutely everything to him.
He sat back in the juncture between limb and trunk in the tree he was precariously perched upon. He watched as apple-blossom petals scattered in the light wind and landed delicately on the ground. He lifted his hand, extending a clawed finger, and brushed one of the silky petals as it tumbled to Earth. His pasty skin was given a light golden hue as light filtered past the leaves and branches, giving him an almost angelic appearance.
He preferred to stay here ou
Third WheelAlways on the outsideThird Wheel6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never on the in
belonging isn't me
that's all I know.
the rest of the world
just stalks on by
I'm invisible to all
and it just doesn't work.
I'd rather work alone
at least then I have a say
I just get pushed in
an interloper in a group
no choice at all
Nobody wants me
not the strange ginger.
Maybe I'm a cynic
but I feel like an interloper
always the one who's clueless
maybe I'm just stupid
everyone else gets it always
but nothing makes sense.
I don't understand the jokes
the strange terms
the parties and rants
the way they dress and act.
I'm a third wheel,
because I'm too dumb
too clueless and naive
too useless to understand.
I'm a third wheel,
simply because I'm young,
I don't belong with my yearmates
I don't belong with my age group
I'm a third wheel,
and I know it all too well
maybe it's time to give up on friends,
maybe it's time to give up on life.
ApathyThe world is saturated with causes. Online petitions, political discussions, advocacy groups, charities, and pleas for help saturate the internet, media, and everyday life. It is impossible to get away from them. It seems that everyone has a laundry-list of special causes that they rate you by; you had better measure up to their level of passion or you're probably a terrible person. Sometimes these causes become the grounds for bullying as friends bicker and shun each other over a political opinion. It can be exhausting.Apathy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
With all these causes out there, it is little surprise that I'm starting to see a backlash of apathy. Any discussion of a charity, a good cause, or a struggle can result in a shut-down. "I don't want to talk about it," one might say, "I don't have time for everyone else's problems." Another gets angry. "So what if I do or do not support your cause? Most people
Growing Up Masked: Chapter 5: New Abilities AriseGrowing Up Masked: Chapter 5: New Abilities Arise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jade walked into the apartment and put down her duffel bag. She looked around the place, which seemed too much like an old condo. It was smaller than upstairs, maybe because the upper apartment had two floors. She walked over to a wall mirror and saw that her hair was getting lighter, probably because of whatever she was going through, and was now a light brown color. She picked the biggest bedroom of the three and put her clothes in the closet, taking up almost no space.
“Gosh, I barely have any clothes to last me through the summer.” Jade turned around and grabbed her last pair of shorts. When she turned back around, her closet was full of brand new, trendy, and somewhat exposing clothes. “What the…. Wait, the website said I would be able to produce things out of thin air. And in my dream…that’s what I did! So, whatever
The Koi PondHer father had had koi fish for as long as she could remember.The Koi Pond2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ever since she was a little girl, she had been hunched by the small pond in the garden with her father, looking at the beautiful fish and feeding them with bits of fish food.
He used to tell her that the koi fish could grant wishes if you wished hard enough.
She was a grown woman now, staring at the small pond with memories flashing before her eyes. She remembered how her father had been sitting on his knees, carefully picking fallen leaves from the water so they wouldn't clutter the small pond. The loving care he had put into arranging the white chalked stones around it and planting Forget-me-nots between them.
Her mother's favourite flowers.
It saddened her to see how the white paint was flaking from the stones, and how weed had crept in between the cracks to strangle the delicate flowers. As she watched, a crimson leaf tore free from the half naked branch of the old tree close to the pond, floating gently through the