One Another's Angels, Part 6One Another's Angels, Part 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 6: Locket
Trea felt as if she'd just gone through a dryer. She had been buffeted with so much wind she could still feel it on her skin. Groaning in pain, she sat up, putting her hand on her head as it throbbed with pain. It was then that she realized something was wrong. She was lying on a bed that had pale blue sheets and matching quilt. The room she was in was well lit, with a large window that had vibrant blue, translucent curtains with a glittery pattern on them hanging in front of it. There was a dresser against the wall she faced, opposite the foot of the bed, and what looked like a closet beside it. There were hardwood floors beneath her. A mirror hung beside the door.
"What in the hell...?" she muttered, confused and on edge. Out of habit, she reached up and grabbed the chain around her neck, pulling out the locket that hung on it, closing her hand around it.
The locket was pretty, golden in color with blackish detailing. It was shaped like a heart, and then t
Yugioh Fanfiction: MemoriesYugioh Fanfiction: Memories11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Doujinshi: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monster Series
Title: Duel 1: "Memories"
The story of a shy boy, Yugi Mutou who accepted his fate of rescuing the soul of a 3000-year-old Pharaoh, Atemu has finally come to an end.
It has been a year since Yugi and Atemu dueled in the ceremonial battle. Yugi's once fragile yet kinder heart has now become strong. With his best friends, Jounouchi, Anzu and Honda, the beginning of 'his' story has just begun…
*At Yugi's house
A sunny day at Domino City~ Yugi is getting dressed. Suddenly a voice is calling out to him, "Yugi~~ " He looked out the window and saw his friend Anzu waiting for him outside. As expected, he was late again. ^^"
And so he grabbed his schoolbag and said, "I'm coming Anzu! Please wait for me!~~"
But as he stepped out of this room, he turned back and looked at his desk….remembering if he had left 'something' behind.
"…Sennen Puzzle…", he whispered to himself.
However, he quickly shook off the thought and then rushe
Digimon and Yugioh goes Inu1A group of kids and their digimon partners were in a plane flying to Domino. "I am so bored!" A boy said out loud on the airplane and scared half the passengers on it. He looked like Li from Card Captors but he had black hair and violet eyes. On his lap was a Gigimon. A girl who looked like Kagome, but younger and with hazel eyes looked over at him.Digimon and Yugioh goes Inu111 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Be quiet Jason. We all know you're bored. We're all bored," she said while stroking the fur of a Viximon on her lap. On the tray table in front of her were a big group of duel monster cards.
"Oh be quiet Kayla. By the way what are you doing?" Jason asked her.
"I'm just getting my dueling deck ready for when we land in Domino," Kayla explained to him.
"Why you doing that?" he asked her.
"Don't you know that in Domino they have duel monster tournaments and they are famous for the game and they have a bunch of world champion duelist there and the King of games himself lives there too," Kayla explained.
"Really? What's his name?" Jason asked.
An hourglass between his knucklesHe quit smoking because heAn hourglass between his knuckles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
didn’t like the taste of his own
mortality; bitter, brackish, black
as his lungs. Didn’t like the pull
of nicotine, ashy fingers,
the way a cigarette looked like
an hourglass pinched between his knuckles.
The ashtray began
to fill up again after his wife
died. Every day at first; an entire
pack after her funeral; a box
every three days; one flicker
of light in the evenings spent leaning
on the balcony railing,
watching the city go by through
a veil of smoke and memories.
I bought a pack for him once, just
to use my ID for something.
It’s still sitting on his coffee
table, one cigarette short.
It Is In The DoingI know what she thinks I do in the bathroom when I take a little too long,It Is In The Doing2 years ago in Drama More Like This
when I'm a little too quiet.
After all, I'm a healthy teenager with access to the internet, what else could I be doing?
She knocks on the door and asks, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Smile, my dear reader.
Chuckle a little.
Sometimes she's right.
But sometimes... Sometimes I'm on the floor or pressed hard against the wall, my heart a little too fast, my breath a little too quick... my chest a little too tight as I try to keep the sound of steadily falling tears from echoing beyond the door. As I try to keep pretences to the outside world that I do not cry, that nothing hurts me. That always, always, always, I do not fall to the madness of emotions. I have no control of my life but dammit, I am in control of myself.
But every now and then the rigid hold of apathy breaks and I am reduced to this. Crying in a place where no one will hear my tears. Where no one will hear how desperate I am. How broken.
Broken seems lik
Big BrotherBig BrotherBig Brother3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Note: The ages are Jeff’s, Liu is 2 years older than Jeff.
No yaoi, only brother-love)
When I was born, big brother has always been cold to me.
Everyone was celebrating my birth at the party, though, he’s not.
He just standing in the corner, eyeing ones that cheer for me.
Mommy told that he was really happy having me as the younger brother.
She lied. I knew it, even I was young.
I feel his envious green eyes watching me since little.
Although big brother has always been cold to me,
I still love Liu since he’s my big brother.
At the age of 3, big brother has always been cold to me.
Even if I was young, he never played with me.
When mommy or daddy told him to play,
He would ignores them, and went reading in the same room with me.
Liu was really clever, reading really fast at the age of 5.
But he never talk to me, not closely like other siblings.
Mommy was lying, that he’s just a silent kid.
He didn’t like me.
Although big brother has always been
Not Like ThisNot Like This10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yugi had almost missed the advertisement. The only thing that made him pause was the word Millennium that flashed briefly as he stepped over the crumpled piece of paper. He had to stop and pick it up. Reading it, he wasn't surprised that he hadn't heard about the new exhibit at the museum. He tended to keep away from museums and historical sites now. It was just too much of a reminder…it was too painful to dwell on the past. He kept his life together now by thinking forward—it had become much easier to do that as time went by. Surprisingly enough, he had landed a job at Kaiba Corporation a few years ago, much to Seto's distaste at first. Soon though, the young man came to rely heavily on Yugi as a tester for the newest gaming equipment that the corporation invented. Seto could always count on Yugi to test his products to the maximum extent. It also gave him a chance to brag that Kaiba Corp was the choice of the two top duelists in the world. Kaiba still had not beaten Yugi in a duel, n
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
Zhuns personal art tips 9Zhuns personal art tips 94 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I troll DA often and I come across alot of people who really crave some good art direction for themselves. Alot of people just don't know what to do or how to discipline themselves to improve their artwork/art journey. I remember when I was new to DA and at the same time new to taking artwork seriously (art school and such) that I was at a total loss at what I was doing. I had no direction, nobody would offer any advice and worse yet I was way too inexperienced to figure out that I had to ask for help. I didn't know about getting help lol. So, I was wondering around aimlessly for years.....yes, YEARS! I know at least one of you can vouch for that, as you followed me along my art journey.
So, with that said, I also don't notice any of these floating around DA. This isn't a guide to getting popular. If you're here to be popular, chances are it wont happen (because thats how karma rolls), or you'll achieve it but it will come with great sadness (drama)
1. How to draw wolves, or
The scene of the crimeThe scene of the crime4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The scene of the crime. That was where he ought to be. There. Where it happened. Seeing for himself. Investigating. Taking charge. Taking the case by the scruff of the neck, by God. At the scene of the crime."
- H.R.F. Keating, Filmi, Filmi - Inspector Ghote
The only sound in the room was the darkhaired woman's short, panicked breaths. She whimpered, pulling at the tethers that bound her to the radiator. Her wrists were bloody after all her attempts to get free but she couldn't really feel the pain anymore. Her body was hurting and she is covered in bruises, bitemarks and cuts. With her feet being just as tightly bound as her wrists she couldn't move around much and when the man left he put something over her eyes, hindering her from seeing. She had pleaded with him ever since she came around but to no avail. Each time she spoke or uttered a sound, any sound, he had hit her…in the end she bit her tongue – no matter what he did. He had said…that he would let
Still LifeAs a child I planted a singleStill Life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
seed where the sidewalk ends,
near the place of your remains.
It grew into an oak; strong and rigid.
Every autumn, I would watch
the leaves as they wither
away; as if to tell me that the
darkest times are coming
And that I should brace myself
For your death
Winters, I spend looking out
Into dusk, and admiring
the beauty of still life.
Through your slumber
I patiently wait for
The ferryman to carry
You home, but I've yet
To feel your warmth set free.
Springs, I see the branches
Rekindle their light,
I see the sunshine
For the first time
In forever ago.
I feel at ease.
I feel at home.
But now time will destroy us.It was never easy.But now time will destroy us.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had never been.
If it was for him...
Starscream knew he would do anything for him. Not for anyone else. But for him.
The red and white seeker looked up his leader.
"What now, Starscream?"
Said mech shrugged and smiled a little.
"Nothing, my liege", he said but didn't turn his gaze away. Megatron stared at his second in command for a while, expression of confusion and disgust mixed on his faceplate.
"Hrmph", the Decepticon leader turned his head away, dismissing Starscream.
Looking to the ground again, the seeker held back painful liquid that threatened to flow from his optics.
It never got any easier.
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
Please Don't Leave Me ch2Please Dont leave mePlease Don't Leave Me ch26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bumblebee sat in front of the hanger where Ironhide was brought in for repairs. Bumblebee didnt move a inch. Not even saluted Optimus as he passed the hanger.
Bumblebee sighed as he thought back at the memories of him and Ironhide.
Memories of him being trained by Ironhide, being punished by him because he did something mischief, horsing around with each other, playing, laughing, hell Ironhide was even there when Bumblebee needed a shoulder to cry on. Sure the others where there for him too, but Ironhide was always there for him. He had to be since he was his guardian. Of course in the beginning, Bumblebee didnt like the trigger happy mech at all. Just because he looked stern and always threaten the bots that he would blow their afts off, but if you start to know the black mech more, you can see he has kindness in him.
The old warrior even had a soft spot for Bumblebee. No one, but no one would hurt his youngling ! Not even Megatron would have to
TFA Snow White Queen Chapter 2Bumblebee woke up to the feeling of someone sucking on his neck. Remembering what happened last night he immediately jumped out of bed and was ready to attack Lockdown only to find that his stingers were gone.TFA Snow White Queen Chapter 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sorry about that Sweet Bee," Lockdown smirked, "I had the feeling that you wouldn't be much of a morning person so I took your stingers. Don't worry, if you behave I may give them back to you."
Bumblebee growled at Lockdown, "Why me? Out of all the mechs what made you choose to do this to me?"
"Well when I first saw you, you were just another Autobot to me," Lockdown admitted drawing closer to Bumblebee. "One night I sneaked into your "secret" base to talk to the ninja bot about the mods he never returned then I heard someone coming. Not wanting my cover to be blown so quickly I hid in the closest room, which happened to be yours." Lockdown wrapped his arms around Bumblebee, smirking as he tried getting out of his hold. "I saw you laying there in your berth, recharging peacefull
A Guide to Writing Combat-Related Mental IllnessComing Back from Combat: A Writer’s Guide to Combat Related Psychological Illness in FictionA Guide to Writing Combat-Related Mental Illness3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The aim of this guide is simple: plenty of people want to write about war, to explore it, to understand it and understand soldiers they know who are in it or have come from it. But, often times putting the aftermath, the pain, and the psychological impact war has on the mind into words is difficult to do well.
This guide exists to help fiction writers accurately portray psychological disorders in their work, because the people who suffer from these disorders and their loved ones deserve honesty and do not deserve to be misrepresented. The guide is here to help writers understand how these disorders come about, how they are treated, and how to think critically about how they might impact the person who has them.
1. A disclaimer, and polemics.
2. Why are you writing a psychological illness into your story?
3. Terms you should be familiar with for this
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
Prowl X Bumble Bee NC-17 5 Painfull love.....Prowl X Bumble Bee NC-17 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Bumble Bee? Hey Bumble Bee where are you!" called Optimus from out in the hallway.
"Bumble Bee is takeing a nap Optimus...what do you need?" Asked Prowl walking out of his room.
"Oh Prowl.....I was just wanted to know were he was.....he's not acting like himself lately."
"What do you mean?"
"He's just not been the same since that last mission you know when he was helping Bulkhead rebuild a bridge and fell on top of Ratchet."
"Ah yes I heard about that.....Ratchet was a bit harsh on him."
"Yeah...I'm a little worried."
"Don't worry just let him calm down and let him get it out of his head." Optimus looked at Bumble Bee's room and w
Letter to a PoetDear Sir/Madam,Letter to a Poet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has come to our attention
this is the twenty-third rejection
of work you have submitted to our site.
We don't wish to be alarming
and we hope this sounds disarming,
but your use of metaphor is somewhat trite.
We somewhat like the concept
(the execution is inept)
besides, your work just does not meet our theme.
You need to have more adjectives
and words like gloam and mucilage,
and phrases that go along in kind.
Please keep the imagery obscure -
the reader never should be sure
just what it is the author has in mind.
Pick a structure we all can stand -
we find your rhythm rather bland
and no deep meaning can the reader find.
So in short, we will be leaving -
please consider basket weaving
or perhaps take up bowling as a sport.
Or perhaps try stamp collecting
for your work we are rejecting.
Poetry should be your last resort...
BryceHe always stands very close to people when he speaks to them, staring with those huge golden eyes and leaning in ever so slightly, as if he is craving their touch and the feel of their breath and their hands more than anything. This is the first thing you notice when you meet him, the closeness. You ache, for a reason you don't know, to bridge the gap. To touch him. Your fingers twitch towards him but you keep your hands beside you.Bryce3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you hear him speak, and everything else seems loud and bright and harsh compared to the gentleness of him. His lips are chapped and his big galaxy earrings glitter and his hair stands straight up and his freckles are like kisses, and you think he will sound like all the others and then he speaks; he speaks and something shifts inside you and a little storm begins to crackle and swell inside your chest and suddenly you love him more than anything.
And then he finishes asking you the time, and you tell him, and he walks on.
Euphrosynedawn.Euphrosyne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
when the sun grows weary,
she tucks it into bed with her brushes
and crimson-golden paint.
she sings songs while the stars
roll and tumble down the edge of night.
the moon wiggles in her teacup,
she sips carefully, pensively;
the man in the moon plants warm honey kisses
inside her mouth.
and they grow into peals of strawber
TFA: ALRS chapter 12The Autobots were still in a state of shock. Jazz and Prowl were happy that their feelings for Bumblebee werent fake, but the fact that it was the same with Starscream and Megatron Well they didnt know what to think.TFA: ALRS chapter 127 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Optimus, Sari shouted from his communicator.
What is it Sari, Optimus asked.
Starscream found the base, Bumblebee started distracting him so I could call you guys, Sari said starting to cry, He may have already hurt him, guys you need to come back now!
Its okay Sari, dont cry, Optimus said, Were coming back now.
Whats going on Optimus, Ratchet asked.
Sari called and said that Starscream is at the base, Optimus said transforming, We need to go now!
The rest of them transformed and started heading back to the base.
Not so fast Autobots.
Recognizing the voice, they transformed back into robot mode, looked up, and saw Megatron hov
The Real Dragoness Ch 1Warning: This story is about plushie transformation. If you don't like this type of story, please do not read any further.The Real Dragoness Ch 17 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
It all started with a teenager named Christopher Logan, an avid plush lover. He had loved the cuddly fluffy critters since he recieved a bloated stuffed croc as a recovery present in the hospital when he was five. On his 18th birthday, after coming home from school since second semester had just started, he noticed an odd box with a smiley face on it, tied tightly with the usual duct tape. Judging by the label on the side it was addressed from Kardo's Gentle Giants Incorporated, shipped from a store they had nearby named Plushtopia, but for some reason was never listed in any business listings, but they did have a telephone number so that customers could call in their order.
As for the store itself, the store is certainly colorful. It looks like a graffitied wall without all of the vulgar language. It looks kind of like a school project but with no particular theme
Enemy no more-DusknoirXGrovyleI really despise him. I mean REALLY! I hate him, despise him, I want to see him suffer in the worst pain possible. Normally I just need to look at him to feel the urge to rip his intestines out.Enemy no more-DusknoirXGrovyle6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But what is this feeling I have now?
He had taken the leader role as it'd be the most natural thing in the world. Of course I led him, because arguing wouldn't help me in gaining his trust.
My plan went smooth in the beginning. He believed my story about being abandoned and agreed to travel with me. At first he was very cautious around me and never turned his back to me for longer then two seconds, but bit by bit he began to trust me.
It wasn't until Dark Ice Mountain Peek that everything went wrong.
When we arrived, Grovyle looked around and then turned to me.
"It seems like this is the pinnacle. And it looks like the trail heads down the mountain from here. It should be much easier."
As he walked away I followed slowly... until I noticed the chunk of ice hovering about Grovyle