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
My Life, In PromiseMy Life, In Promise8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Many of my days have passed by, galloping around on a open, wet and muddy field - Not as a wild creature, but simply as a help in war. Every day, I would risk my life, for the man on my back, while I fought for his justice - As a horse, I do not know justice, or rather, I am no suppose to know justice, I simply believe that the person on my back, knows what he is doing, and believes what he fights for - If that's the case, my job is simply to stay by his side no matter how the battlefield treats us.
I will not make my human sound like a bad person, he treated me well, but for each day I would see him loose a little more of hope in our fight - Having fighting the last five years, all he eventually wished for, was peace - Unable to make his wish come true, he kept fighting - Every day ending out sitting exhausted by the fire, treating freshly battle wounds - He would pat my back, and give me a smile - The smile weakening for every day that passed.
What I am trying to say is.. My rider, w
3. compassionate. kuro. alanIn a dingy London flat that looked as though every bit of Britain's history had battered it, a man sat quietly on an over-stuffed chair, balancing a cruel-looking blade on his lap. The woman trembled in the bed, occasionally sniffling into her handkerchief, sometimes slanting him a look of maladjusted hatred.3. compassionate. kuro. alan3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was ill, she was scared, and he was all she had in the world.
"Why don't you just kill me already?" Her voice trembled, but not with pain or with anger, but a forced bravado that made Alan think of Eric on those rare occasions where the man seemed scared of something, where he seemed to stare at shadows with distrust and keep his scythe close enough to slash at anything that so much as hinted of movement. It was odd to see him so frightened Eric never did like showing fear but when he did, he always spoke as though he was braver than he felt.
It always made Alan feel better. That's why he did it.
"I can't," he apologized, on behalf of everything that had brought
LOZ:Twilight Princess:EpilogueLOZ:Twilight Princess:Epilogue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
----Epilogue: Of Heroes and Legends
The road back home had been the longest journey Link had ever taken. Over the past many months, no matter where he had gone, he had always had a companion. Even after Midna had left, he had journeyed into the city with Zelda, and he had left again in the company of Shad and Ashei. Now, his thoughts were all that kept him company, and they were sad and lonely thoughts even in his victory … even in his happiness and comfort.
He had delayed his leave from the Sacred Grove for some time after returning the Master Sword, but after a while he had accepted that he, too, needed to return home. He had left Shad in capable hands. “Wherever the road takes you, be safe,” Ashei had said in farewell, and he imagined that Shad had only vaguely been aware of his departure, as he had completely fallen into his work of discovering the forgotten wonders of the Temple of Time.
Link did not speed his wa
RedGrell could never quite say when he had started loving red.Red4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seemed to him that he had just sort of always loved crimson hues. Always.
Even as a young child, if he were to have some sort of minor accident and cut his skin, instead of crying out in horror like other children, he would watch the red liquid with nothing less than fascination, and even feel disappointed when the time came to close up the wound and let it heal.
As he grew older, he began to discover not just red was what he loved, but a sick delight for the macabre, for blood and gore. It was beyond a mere liking; it was an obsession. An unquenchable thirst. He would even venture to call it a fetish, if he felt so inclined. He at least had the sense to keep it, for the most part, secret.
Until he met her.
When he came across a certain Angelina "Madame Red" Dalles, it was like a dream come true for him. An independent, strong, free-thinking woman who wore only red...who also adored red, who also delighted in paintin
Le Verita Nascoste 13Frank made sure to check that the Italian Queen had left the room, before he emerged from his en-suite. The Fertile quickly got out of his dress and got back into his other clothes, just in case Gerard was going to return. There was no way that he was being caught in that dress and bringing bad luck on their mating. When Frank finished with the dress and had it zipped up in the dress bag, there was a knock at the door. Thinking that it was Gerard, Frank called out for the person to come in. The Fertile was shocked to find that it was the Italian Dom Prince.Le Verita Nascoste 131 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hello?” the Dom said in a heavy Italian accent.
“Hi,” Frank replied, nervously.
The Dom vampire slowly walked into the room, looking just as nervous as Frank. He seemed out of place and a little bit awkward. Frank had no idea what to say or even do. Did the Prince know about the situation? Was he here to be friendly towards the teenage Fertile or had the King sent him here to force Frank into submissio
QuietQuietQuiet1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Tifa x Cloud
Cutting through the serenity of the night, the dark outline of a sleek motorcycle and its two passengers glided onward through the lonely countryside. Save for the low hum of its engine, all the world was quiet and still, but somehow the consistent rumble weaved itself into the tranquil song of traveling winds and night crickets.
As the motor bike finally stuttered to a halt on the outskirts of a dimly lit town, a woman with rich mocha colored eyes and silky ebony hair slid off the back of the motorcycle and hypnotically strode towards the town. The driver of the bike, a man with unimaginably blue eyes and blond spiky hair, killed the droning engine and set the kickstand before coming over to stand beside his companion. Wordlessly, the woman crossed beneath the metal archway, the man following not far behind, and paused as the town filled her eyes.
Almost too instantaneously, Tifa recognized the landmarks of her childhood. Barely made up of more tha
LOZ:Twilight Princess: Ch.46 P1 RevLOZ:Twilight Princess: Ch.46 P1 Rev2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
----Chapter 46: Serenity in Shadow PART 1
Only the sound of whirling dust in the wind greeted the plains of Eldin field. The mists of the stormy night had already begun to die away as new light breached the remainder of the graying clouds above. The barrier Ganondorf had erected faded with a final hum of energy. At last the inhabitants of Hyrule and their enemies could converge on Link, but for a long time no one seemed to move as hero and villain stood motionless.
A piercing cry cracked through the winds then, and suddenly, the King of Shadows sprinted toward the broken and blood-splattered hero, flailing his sabers. Link could see desperation in his orange orbs, but Link had no energy and no weapon with which to defend himself. By the time the Hylians readied their weapons and started forward, however, the shadow stumbled and collapsed to the ground … just meters from Link.
Zant cried out, howling and squirming. A rasping sound came from his throat, as if he were
World War II: FrUKThere was something that kept these two countries together. They had grown up together, fighting, and playing; expanding their horizons. They knew every quirk, every flaw, every deepest fear, and every dream that they had ever shared. Their paths were intertwined since the day they met and how Arthur hated yet also loved it. They were ying and yang, salt and pepper, two beings that were nothing alike yet were stuck together.World War II: FrUK8 months ago in Drama More Like This
As he watched the storm outside he lazily thought of that day when they were kids, how a young him awoke to find himself being hugged by a shaking Frenchy soon learning the stupid git had a fear of thunder…and finally coming to the conclusion he was extremely clingy.
He remembered dreams that France had blabbered to him in French thinking that England didn’t catch a word but every word was taken to heart. How France’s only dream that had never changed that the world would know that fighting war never accomplished anything and all the world needed
Over the RainbowDenzel stirred slightly in his sleep before he opened his eyes and sat up on his hard cot. He pushed away his rough blanket and rubbed his eyes, which were still tired and red from the night before. He only got to sleep that night because he spent all his energy crying out all of his pent-up sadness. The sadness that he tried hard to hide from the other orphans at the Shin-Ra orphanage, who had been bullying him ever since his mother died and he was sent to live in one of the most desolate places on the planet. He missed her terribly, and the carers at the group home were no substitute; it went without saying but the kids were no alternative to real brothers or sisters.Over the Rainbow4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He quietly slipped out of the cramped and dark supply closet under the stairs that had been refurbished into a small room for what the carers called "the bad kids room", and padded towards the door that led outside. His hands tightly gripped the doorknob as he gingerly opened the door, worried that the slightest squeak
Crimson Night"Ah~ Isn't it so wonderful?" the male asked, his long hair draped behind him, some locks falling in front of his face as he leaned over the woman, his teeth just grazing her neck. "How red it is?"Crimson Night4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His female companion leaned against the wall, glaring at him with her arms crossed against her chest. "Hurry up, before her husband notices, you fool."
The male rolled his eyes. "Oh, honestly, Angelina, she's not going to make a sound you're the one that knocked her out."
Angelina tapped her foot. "Yes, but you're sitting there wasting precious time and blood, which I happen to need too, thanks to you." She clapped her hands together quietly. "Come on, hurry it up, Grell."
Grell sighed. "Ah, fine, if you insist " He opened his mouth, leaning over the woman, and allowed bright white canines to extend and become like fangs. He sunk those fangs into the young woman's soft skin, and as blood began to trickle from the wound, he began to make obscene sucking noi
Sanctuary CH.1SanctuarySanctuary CH.13 years ago in Horror More Like This
Darkness. It surrounded his being in its shrouds, wrapped so precisely, it choked even his thoughts. He struggled against the hold, ripping the cloak off his ocean blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, "What's going on?!" His eyes roamed around the room, wondering where he was, the room was doused with blood and grime, covering everything, the chairs and other furniture were strewn about, looking like they were put through hell and back. He stood up slowly, checking the way this room was decorated, covered in crosses, with heinous drawings of death, and cruel sayings carved into the walls, "...Where the hell am I?" He looked up towards the large hole in the wall, providing the only dim light source.
There were small flakes of snow pouring down from the ceiling, he reached out to grab the little specks, and crunched them in his hand...ash? Why was there ash coming from the outside? He looked up again to see the dark, clouded skies, looking as if dead. He went towards a bo
I Remember You... (Chapter 1)I Remember You... (Chapter 1)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
I Remember You...
Chapter 1- Where it all began
"Otosan I have decided that I want to go to school." A little blonde girl said to her father.
"Lucy...we already have tutors for you here, why do you want to go to a filthy school?"
"Schools aren't filthy...and I want to make some friends..."
"You already have family and that's enough for you."
"No it's not! I want to go to school!"
"No, I won't allow you to go to school!"
"I said no!"
"Jude...stop it..." a woman said stopping the argument.
"L-Layla you're back from your meeting..."
"Okasan!" Lucy overjoyed.
"Lucy I will allow you to go to school and promise me you will make some wonderful friends?" Layla patted Lucy"s head.
"Arigatou Okasan!” Lucy hugged her mother.
"Jude, don't be so hard on your daughter understand?"
"I'm sorry Layla..."
"Lucy you start school on Monday so get ready for school tomorrow."
"Hai." Lucy rushed to her room excited and happy at the same time. She couldn't wait
Water My Crystal Heart Chapter FourWater My Crystal Heart Chapter Four1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Ohhhh sooo... let's see who's going to be right about who interrupted them....
Well from the guesses that I got half of you guys were right!!
Chapter four (Gray’s POV)
I turned my head to find Erza and Gajeel staring at us, each eye gleaming into mines and piercing through my mind trying to find my soul to devour it.
I’m going to get it!
“Again Gray what are you doing?” Erza’s voice is deadly, I don’t say anything.
Juvia is by the way fast asleep so much for what I was going to do, she’s out cold but now the situation looked even worse on my case.
“I- uh… well you see what happened was that… I-uh…” I stuttered repeatedly then looked down where Juvia’s private was...
I quickly jumped back
“I wa—aaass” I stuttered yet again.
Erza took a step, the floor shook and each step she took
You Gave Me a PromiseThe heat of Blood Gulch was kind in only one manner; the fact that it was a dry heat. Other than that, it was a relentless, strength sucking scorch that - on some days - rendered even Simmons too suffocated to move. Their suits did give some minor protection from the full force of the it but the assistance was just enough to make up for the sheer weight of the armor. It kept them from frying inside like cooked peas but beyond that was still an oven of warmth. Today seemed particularly bad and Sarge kicked them from the base that morning and seemed entirely grounded in refusing to share the air conditioning.You Gave Me a Promise6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Actually, that was why he kicked Grif out - Simmons was there to make sure the slacker didnt well, slack. It was an order he had upheld without question for the first two hours but after that he allowed himself to cave. The heat bothered him less thanks to the cybernetics but he offered a rare display of sympathy to the whining man. That moment of weakness had somehow spa
Dreams EndDreams EndDreams End7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was early morning when he received the call; the call that stopped his heart, and made his blood run cold.
s-shes ill? he stammered
It was very early still, he was barely even awake yet that was not the reason he faltered now at the news
yes Im sorry Ash, shes not been herself for a while now but what ever it was seems to have peaked now. We phoned you because well shes been drifting in and out of consciousness for several days now but in the times when it has been most hopeful that she would wake, she said your name Ash came the reply from the other end.
It was professor Oak who had called, having been spending a lot of time at the hospital along with Tracy, Mrs Ketchum and the three other girls.
For Ash though this was still a lot to take in. He was waking up more now, slowly, but even had he been wide awake he would have found it difficult to put into words the mixture of fear, worry and regret now playing throu
A World So ColdDay 1A World So Cold2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She could hear the Insecticons just behind her, pounding into the metal of the floor below with its behemoth sized pedes clashing and kicking up sparks. Tiffany Blackheart's Spark pounding hard and loudly somewhere in her cat-like audio receptors as she raced along the sharp metal corners as briskly and quickly as possible. The old Autobot vessel creaking and groaning from footsteps that had not passed over its rusted floors in at least a century if not longer while the two individuals went skidding about.
But she wasn't going to give up; not now and not ever if she could help it. Tiffany slammed into the wall with a sharp cry and felt rust speckle her armor as she wobbled on her pedes and went bolting down the next corridor. The Techno Organic femme couldn't calculate how long she'd been trying to run and avoid the stupid bug through the discovered old and d
Sex_Lies_and_Kunais_Ch.1This is what if the sound five survived their mission to retrieve Sasuke but failed it fan fiction. Due to a challenge its also KidoumaruxTayuya. It also has a side gaaraxsakura paring i did just for random sake or is it....Sex_Lies_and_Kunais_Ch.17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sex lies and kunai
The MasqueradeThe Masquerade.The Masquerade3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Another night. Another party. Another banquet hosted by the Borgia family within the walls of the Castel de Sant'Angelo. Another chance for the Spanish family to show off their wealth and power, to indulge in decadence and splendor while the rest of Rome is starving.
Il Lupo doesn't like it here. He never does. It has been two years since he was drafted into Cesare's service and those additional years have done nothing to change his opinion about the man.
He doesn't care much for the offered excesses that his master provides. In fact, he doesn't come to this part of town often, much prefering his humble home in the Campagna district. It's a simple house that can nowhere near compare to that of many of his brethren, but it is good enough for him. It's bad enough already that he owes Cesare his loyalty; the last thing he wants is having to be thankful to this man for a roof above his head.
Still, there are times that he simply cannot avoid having to be in his maste
The Reaper's CourtAuthor: MacabreVampire (silenttaiyoukai)The Reaper's Court4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Word Count: ~1,900
Characters: William Spears, Ronald Knox, Undertaker, Grell
Summary: Grell goes on trial for his violations of shinigami law.
Under different circumstances, having two strapping men tying him down would have been nothing short of thrilling. Now it was just terrifying.
When William had first told him that he would be going on trial for his crimes, Grell was not too worried. He imagined the worst they could do to him would be to bury him under a mountain of tedious paperwork. The London Branch was short-staffed as it was, so there was no way the Management Division would consider demoting him.
The day of his trial was when he began fearing not only for his job, but also his life. As William took his arm in a vice and led him down into the bowels of the Shinigami Library to stand trial, Grell was overcome with an unshakeable sense of foreboding. If there was one thing Grell hated it was silen
Madness Inside Me:Chapter 1Madness Inside Me:Chapter 12 years ago in Horror More Like This
Kid was breathing heavy with his pistols in his hands. He had a scratch on his left cheek but did n `t care. He was fighting a fourteen-year-old witch named Janet with straight black hair and green eyes. She had a black outfit that was the color of her hair. The witch was laughing at how frustrated the reaper was.
"What`s so funny?" he said pissed.
"The way you look!" she said laughing with a smile.
"After i`m done you won`t be laughing!" he said
the witch stopped laughing.
"Did i hit a nerve?" he said mockingly with a smile.
The witch sleeve expanded and wrapped around the shinigami`s body tightly.
"How does that feel?" she said with a smile on her face.
Kid arms were locked tight around him and was unable to use his pistols.
"Damn you!" he yelled in raged.
"How dare you!" Janet said shocked.
The blacked hair girl grip tightened around his body. It was now hard for him to breath.
"Kid, we have to get out of here!" yelled Liz afraid.
Kid was unable to respond as the grip was slowly cru
Men Made GodsMen Made Gods.Men Made Gods2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Throughout his life, Desmond had never thought about dying.
He never understood why he should. After all, he was still young and being an atheist, he knew there was no life after death. That meant there were no sins for him to think over and the idea of just being "gone" wasn't frightening to him. Oblivion, the thought of ceasing to be, seemed peaceful if anything. Besides, who was he to think that a man so insignificant as him was entitled to eternal preservation?
For that reason, the choice Juno and Minerva had given him. To either die and set Juno loose in a world that could stop her or let an entire world burn to save his own skin. It was an easy decision to him. His life for that of millions. You could call it a fair trade-off, really.
So when he placed his hand on that pedestal, he had felt at peace. He knew it was the lesser evil. He knew his selflessness would save millions of lives. It was a choice he could leave and die with. It was good enough and the o
Snow Fall (Sky fic) Page 1Sky sat by the fireplace he had just finished in the new house that Jerome had built. The snow fell down from the sky like sugar on cake, the ground frosted with the white substance.Snow Fall (Sky fic) Page 17 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hey, Sky, want some coco?” Asked the fuzzy creature from where he stood in the doorway.
“Yah, sure...,” Sky trailed as his head throbbed, he knew he needed to get out of human form soon, being like this for as long as he had nearly gotten to his breaking point. “Hey, Fuzzy, I think we need to have a chat...”
“What is it?” Jerome asked seriously with concern for his friend in his voice.
“Go get your coco friend, it can wait...”
“Do you want a budder apple?” Jerome asked with a smile. Sky nodded a small sad grin on his face. The baca smiled as he walked into the small kitchen, grabbing himself a brown mug and Sky is butter one, putting some hot coco in them. With a small frown he enters to see Sky, hand on his forehead leaning against t