Last (first draft)There is no one who truly knows how to face the end that lies beyond the end of the world. One day, the seven Moons shine beneath the Sea of Enkre, as they are supposed to, and the next day you find yourself drifting away, your world diminished to a mere fragment of what it used to be. You open your eyes in the light of the Moons and for a moment you forget about the cataclysm from the night before, or you think everything was just a bad dream. You look around at the alabaster walls around you, still intact, and you tell yourself all is as before. You tell yourself there was no Armageddon, no catastrophe, you tell yourself those galaxies, all those people in them, could not have perished. But then you walk outside and you see there are only six Moons. Time drifts by and people start speaking of strange things, of cities of fire standing on the edge of the Sea of Enkre, and cliffs of ice standing beside them, and you notice there are only five Moons left.
By the time you are down to you
Modern Family"You know what you are, son? Lazy, that's what! When's the last time you shot someone?"Modern Family3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eros sat impassively in front of his PS3, thumbing the controller at godly speed, while his father, Ares, was fuming by his side.
"Ares, dear, you know how he is," his mother said peaceably, placing a large bowl of popcorn on the table. "He'll do it when he feels ready."
Ares was a bit of a workaholic. He maintained his athletic physique though hours of grueling training every day, and he made damn sure there was at least one war somewhere in the world at all times, to keep himself busy. His son Eros, on the other hand, had always been the pudgy, lazy type. Several thousand years ago, when he was a blond, curly, cute little baby, that might have worked for him. But for a god several thousand years old to be still living with his mother and playing video games, that was a bit of a let down. Of course, he took after his mother, Aphrodite, who was notorious for spending most of her time in bed... usual
Hero"Your son wants to be a dragon slayer!"Hero3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind the closed door, at his favorite eavesdropping spot, Caleb shuddered. It was always bad when his mother referred to him as his father's son, even worse when she felt she needed to inform his father about it.
"Well, what are you going to do about that, John?" she went on, and Caleb could picture her frowning just by the sound of her voice.
"I'm going to disinherit him," his father said evenly. "You hear that, Caleb? Open that door and listen to this properly: if you run off to be a dragon slayer, I'm going disinherit you."
Caleb's destiny had been decided before he was born. The eldest son of a highly reputable brick-maker, he'd naturally grow into his father's trade, learn how to make bricks that would not crack open in the kiln and wouldn't break under the weight of three-stories worth of bricks layered on top of them, and eventually he'd inherit his father's kiln, tools, helpers and customers. There were people far worse
DeliberatelyFor awhile, a certain silver-haired ex-ANBU used his formidable skills to track and study one particular tan chuunin teacher, Umino Iruka. It wasn't a mission from the great Hokage nor was it a favor; it was for unknown personal reasons and if he were to rank this mission, he would classify it as S-rank.Deliberately3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had learned many things to his target as the days went by. This includes the assertive and gentle way on how he handles his students and how many people admires him for his carefree and welcoming demeanor. He had also seen the different contorts of the said man's face like the way it would scrunch with justifiable anger and how he would have the softest feature to calm a crying student as he whisper encouraging chants, and even the way his cheeks were painted a tinge of red when a colleague confesses her feelings or he gets presents from his beloved students.
But as much as he wants to say he'd seen and known all about the teacher, he is far from it, after all, he can only examine t
Five Weeks And Six DaysFive Weeks And Six DaysFive Weeks And Six Days3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was going to be brave, because that’s who Sakura was. Brave. Unflappable. A competent, excellent ninja.
(…and a terrified one.) But no one needed to know that part.
She’d been back in the village almost two months already; she should have been over it by now. But…everything still felt so fresh and raw and clawing. Kami-sama she had never felt so pathetic in her life. She could rationalise it perfectly – her medic-mind knew everything, all of the therapy techniques and comforting words she’d spoken to others under her care and in a similar position, but honestly, logic was lost on emotion.
Capture. The word every ninja hates the most – even more than ‘death’ or ‘defeat’, because ‘capture’ was a maybe, it wasn’t a definite ‘thing’ to anyone – even the victim. Her last mission had been the worst of her life, one that had sto
Underground SunlightUnderground Sunlight5 years ago in Romance More Like This
The only BL FF I'm ever gonna do.
WARNING! EVIDENT BOYS LOVE (although light shounen-ai ish?)
No likey? Press Back Button. ^^)ﾉｼ
Like my ears were blocked from all the surrounding sounds, I heard absolutely nothing. As if my eyes were blind-folded, the area was dark. Though I had not fallen into the depth of hell, this place was cold and bare and absolutely nothing was in sight.
I guess this was my punishment for the crimes I had caused...
It was what I deserved. And somewhere within me, I was partially relieved to have them stopping my motives of trying to destroy the Konoha Village.
I was driven by emotion that was like a huge stone rolling down hill that could not be stopped, even if I, myself wanted to stop it.
This place was so quiet and peaceful with not a person in sight. There was nothing to annoy me, and nothing to disrupt my inner thoughts. I was content with the tranquil atmosphere... until noise had come to disrupt my life
It's Been Too Long"We are lost."It's Been Too Long1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
"No, it will turn out well."
"How will it?"
"I don't know. It's a mystery."
-Shakespeare in Love
It's been too long since I've seen you. I know phone connections are hopeless between us right now, so I'm kicking it old-school with a letter. When you think about it, it's surprising, what vast gulfs simple words on paper might span!
My car is in the shop again. Without you here, I never remember to get regular maintenance on it until something goes horribly awry. So I'm back to the bus for now. But it's not so bad, I can look out the windows and daydream, or read. I remember our first conversation, on a bus just like this. You took the seat next to me, made polite eye contact, then withdrew into your book. I watched you from the corner of my eye. You were so engrossed in the story, eyes sometimes widening, often chewing your lip absently. So pretty, even then. Bu
Letters (KakaSaku)Letters (KakaSaku)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Disclaimer: I, Lady Sassy Sas, do hereby disclaim all rights to the wonderful world that is Naruto.
It was pure hell.
It was about eleven at night and he stood there watching the gates with his eye. He had been doing this every night for the last week or so. Halfway through the week Naruto and Sai had joined him. He rarely spoke and if he did it was only to answer questions with a grunt or one-worded phrases but few questions were asked.
It was a mild night and a gentle breeze swept through Konoha. ANBU members were making their rounds through the village. He couldn't see, smell or hear them and he couldn't sense their chakra but he knew they were there; the shadows of Konoha.
When he had first started this vigil he had paced. Then he had tried to read his Icha Icha series. When that failed to hold his attention he had kept Kotetsu and Izumo company and even helped them in their gate duties but that didn't distract him for long.
Now? Now he just stood there, hands in p
Fire, Water, Air, EarthI once worshiped a fire god,Fire, Water, Air, Earth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a man who wrapped himself in
flames and brimstone armor.
I burned myself trying to touch his heart.
He loomed above me and
no matter how high I reached
I was only grasping smoke.
I once worshiped a water spirit,
a man so elusive, running his own
course, even when it ran away from me.
His heart ran through my fingers.
He was cool to the touch, as
refreshing as rain, and cleansed me
for the brief time he allowed me
to swim in his pond.
I once worshiped a djinn,
a man of the air, whom I never saw
or touched, only felt in my lungs.
He sustained me, kept my own heart
beating, though I did nothing for him.
When he vanished the air left
my lungs in a rush, and I was
I have found now a mountain,
a man of the earth, unshakeable,
steadfast, a constant figure
on my internal landscape.
His heart is made of loam, a fertile ground,
and I revel in it. Together we grow
a garden in the mountains,
above the world, and we live like angels.
MisdemeanorSome call it discrimination. Some call it an invasion of privacy. Some call it justice. Forty years ago, when they started tagging us, there was a lot of talk about it. There were petitions and peaceful demonstrations, and riots and uprisings in some places. There were lawyers fighting on both sides and politicians kissing baby cheeks right and left – ours and theirs – while trying to figure out which side would bring them more votes. In the end it was decided the tags would stay on, but inactive. This way they don't know where we are until we use our powers. They're tuned in on our brainwaves somehow and when we use whatever gifts evolution has given us, the alarm goes off. Then it can only be turned off when we're at the police station for questioning. I suppose it could be worse: they were thinking of killing us off at some point. But it still doesn't feel right to know it's illegal to use your full potential.Misdemeanor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All the law-making happened before I was born, so it didn't f
Naruto Fic: Hyuga Fetish 1Naruto Fic: Hyuga Fetish 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1 – Cell Mates
Lying on a cold, damp floor was the first thing his body felt as he returned from the realm of darkness. The last thing he remembered was being on a mission with the rest of his team, but was ambushed. During the fight, he was separated from the rest of his team. Unfortunately for him, he had no idea he was being led into a trap as he fought with one person that was until… until something slammed against the back of his head, forcing his knees to buckle and his body to crash into the ground, losing consciousness. What happened after that was a complete mystery for him. But one thing he knew for sure and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was he was now being held prisoner.
“I see you’re finally awake,” a voice said.
He wasn’t alone. Wherever he was, someone else was in the room. Although with his thoughts were still scrambled and trying to get a grip on what happened, he could not tell if the voice w
COMMISH: Naruto Fic: Caught Off GuardCOMMISH: Naruto Fic: Caught Off Guard3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Caught Off Guard
Author’s Notes: Point Commission for NyugetoKina who owns the OC Kina Sarutobi.
Summary: Kina returns to her village after years of being gone just as her brother Asuma dies in battle.
It was strange being back in the village once more. So much had changed and yet so much hadn’t. The village still appeared to be the same, but faces were different. Even after three years being away, there was bound to be many new ninjas she never knew of before, but was sure to see some familiar faces soon enough. During her time away, people she knew were killed in action though that wasn’t going to stop the village from continuing to thrive. She did wonder how many had changed since her departure.
As she approached the main entrance to the village, she could see there were now five Hokage heads. When she had left the Third Hokage was back being Hokage as the Fourth was dead, thanks to the Nine Tails, which she knew was sealed deep in Naruto’s body. To her, he d
Kiss On FingersKiss On Fingers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: Kiss on fingers
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto but it is fun to play with the characters so I do. It'd be nice if I got paid for it but I don't.
Dedicated to: Jingko on DA because it was her prompt in the KakaIru group AND O-b-s-e-s-s-e-d because her picture inspired me to go this way with it.
A/N: This is another Collab with Kita because while I knew where I wanted to go with it I got stuck and then couldn't get there so I got her to poke it with a stick and she added stuff and then I added a little more and then she added a touch more and it just worked out so much better.
They laid there naked on Kakashi's bed, dripping sweat and both completely spent. It wasn't the first time they'd had sex, but it was the first time at Kakashi's and the first time neither moved to leave.
Iruka laid there, his head on Kakashi's shoulder, almost afraid to move.
Loving a WriterWhen you read their work –Loving a Writer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it is work,
and you will often come second to the job –
it’s best to know which pieces are fictions,
which ones are wishes,
and which parts are for you.
Beta-Reader Match-Making: A Fan Fiction ContestJust a reminder that even if you missed Phase One, you can still jump in and participate as an editor for Phase Two! Just comment or note me and I'll randomly assign you a story to edit!Beta-Reader Match-Making: A Fan Fiction Contest3 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
My tenure as Community Volunteer of Fan Fiction ends tomorrow, and I want to go out with a bang. So here's one more competition with prizes so you'll all remember me fondly!
A writer's best friend is another writer. Sometimes you just cannot objectively look over your own work and fix all your mistakes. You need a fresh pair of eyes to help you, and who better than someone else who understands the labors of love you're undertaking? That is where editors come in. But for many people, finding a literary helpmate can be difficult.
What's this about?
This is a two-part contest for writers of fan fiction. Phase One: Write a fan fiction but don't bother to proofread it. Post it in its raw, unedited first draft (just make sure it's still legible--correct your typos, at the ve
Don't Cry[ Kakashi and Naruto one-shot, Gen story.Don't Cry3 years ago in Drama More Like This
There are moments in life that change everything, that are never forgotten and never remembered. A moment of hesitation saves a life, and a moment of curiosity reveals how life is worth saving. A moment to wonder if you'll lose all humanity, and a moment to retrieve what was lost from the darkness. ]
Kakashi was drowning in a sea of red. Choking on it, gagging on it, blinded by the swirling haze of blood and hate that pulsated through the village like the heartbeat of a demon. A fox demon. A murderer and thief that had stolen the glimmer of hope from thousands. It had twisted Konoha's Will of Fire into a funeral pyre of gnashing fangs, ripping claws, and broken bodies.
He could stop the madness tearing the village apart and soaking everyone in the foul stench of gore. He had already lost everything, there was nothing tethering him to this world anymore. He could kill the killer that was wailing and kicking feebly under his gras
Announcing the CRLiterature Book Club!Here at CRLiterature, we wanted to find a fun way to get the community reading -- and reading together. What better way is there than to have a new book to enjoy as a group every month?Announcing the CRLiterature Book Club!2 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
How do you participate in Book Club? Here are your simple instructions:
1. Acquire the book.
2. Read the book.
3. Stay tuned to the CRLiterature group for discussion journals and chats.
BONUS: We will be giving out arbitrary prizes to some participants each month!
We are hoping to select books that push the community's boundaries, in terms of what we're already reading, but that will also have mass appeal. We are also going to be choosing books that are widely available across English-speaking nations (for now Book Club is English-only) and across e-reading platforms. By rotating moderators, we are hoping that selections will be diverse, both in terms of style and genre, and in terms of author background and point of view.
We are also excited at the possibility of
New Guidelines for Community Weeks For those of you that may not know yet, a Community Week is a chance for everyone in the community to bring to light their favourite subject, art, project or any other topic that you consider important but may get overlooked otherways. If you're interested in participating in the next Community Weeks, then please read the following info!New Guidelines for Community Weeks3 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
First of all, im-not-sana joined the CW team as Editor, so let's welcome her properly Now, let's get down to business!
Getting involved in a Community Week
If you'd like to get involved with an upcoming Community Week then you need to send a summary of the article you wish to write to projecteducate via note with this title "Community Week Summary" within the following two weeks after the last Community Week ended. You will then be contacted as we discuss your idea with