I'm an Idiot"Ring ring ring, ring ring ring! Phone call! Phone call! Ring ring ri-"I'm an Idiot5 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Hello, Pewter gym, this is Bro-."
"Oh my god, Brock, I-I think I'm in trouble. I mean, oh my god "
"Wait, what? Misty? Is everything okay? Are you all right? Are your sisters okay? Did you kill them? What's going on?"
"No, no, everyone is alright, relax. I- wait what? Kill them? Why would I- Oh never mind, I just- oh god, Brock I'm so sorry I just don't know what else to do, I had to call someone and god knows Tracy can't keep his mouth shut "
Brock scratched the back of his head and stared desperately at the utterly distressed redhead talking to him on the videophone, "It's fine, Misty don't worry, you know I'm always here for you. Just calm down and tell me what's going on."
"I'm an idiot."
"You are not an idiot."
The redhead had shook her head at him anxiously, "No, see, I am. I'm the biggest idiot in the world. I do stupid things and get myself into stupid situations because I'm an
The Blood of the AbyssThe Blood of the Abyss3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 28 of the Final Stand)
(Part 3 of the Battle for Fantasia Trilogy)
The armies pooled outside the Brek'enwrath compound like the growing tides along some great shore, a black wave ordained with the occasional flicker of light off the edge of one of the finely crafted dark elven weapons. Here and there some greater creature would stir among the ranks: an enormous spider on which some priestess was mounted or at times even a demon, its shape so otherworldly that those around it were inspired both with revulsion and respect.
It was among this sea of darkness that Tyus strode confidently, his draconic eyes glinting with crimson pride as he realized that he had been the one to inspire the gathering. His presence along beneath the earth had come to gather so many hundreds thousands, even of his brethren to mark to the surface, to fight for a just cause albeit one that directly benefited the would-be-doomed elves. It was far more than a single male drow could ever dr
Legend of Spyro: An AdaptationLegend of Spyro: An Adaptation3 years ago in Settings More Like This
AVALARIANS: THE SERIES
The Legend of Spyro: An Adaptation
PART 1: THE QUEST FOR THE GUARDIANS
Prequal Act: Spyro of Legend
Act 1: The Virtues of a Hero
Chapter 1: Reclaiming the Temple
Chapter 2: The Virtues of a Dragon
Chapter 3: The Olden Grotto
Chapter 4: The Orb of Light
Act 2: The Shockwave
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
Not so Blind (DQVIII, King Trode)Disclaimer: All characters and places are the property of SquareEnix. No money was made, was intended to be made, or will ever be made from this work of fanfiction.Not so Blind (DQVIII, King Trode)6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not so Blind
He was not blind.
It would have required a lack of two eyes to miss out on what was going on – possibly also a loss of hearing. And still, it was just about the only thing which king Trode did not raise a comment or vehement protest against. He simply watched and thought about it, pretending not to.
It had started long before the journey started, he realized that. Yet, he had not noticed it before they arrived in Farebury. Until then, perhaps, he had been blind – simply grateful of his retainer's loyalty.
Despite being told to rest at the inn, the youngster had come back out with a piece of grilled meat and a bunch of carrots. At that time, king Trode had been so angry at the townspeople for their attack that he had simply torn into his meal – well, "tearing into" as much as dignity a