Destiny is a Bitch (Jack Frost x Reader) Chapter 9The school day seemed to drag on for you. You just wanted it to be over so badly. But it was only 3:24. Only one more minute till I get to leave… C’mon stupid bell! You were waiting impatiently for the bell to ring so you could see Jack. The clock finally went to 3:25 and the bell began to ring. Your teacher was saying something but you didn’t hear since all you cared about was Jack.Destiny is a Bitch (Jack Frost x Reader) Chapter 91 year ago in Romance More Like This
You went back to your locker and packed your stuff as fast as possible and left. You went back to the forest where Jack dropped you off. He was leaning on a tree waiting for you. You smiled and walked over to give him a hug. “Hey Jack.” You said.
“Hey [Name], ready to go home?” Jack asked.
“Yup,” Jack held your waist as you wrapped your arms around him. The wind picked you both up as you were now high in the sky.
In no time at all you were home. You got out your keys and unlocked the door so
Alert LevelsThe English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats and have raised their security level from "Miffed" to "Peeved." Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to "Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies all but ran out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to a "Bloody Nuisance." The last time the British issued a "Bloody Nuisance" warning level was in 1588 when threatened by the Spanish Armada.Alert Levels5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Scots raised their threat level from "P*ssed Off" to "Let's get the B*stards." They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France's white flag fac
NoNo you can’t do that!No10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No you can’t have that!
No we can’t afford that!
No that’s not healthy for you!
No you can’t stay up that late!
No you need to loose at least five more pounds!
No that college won’t accept your lazy self!
No that’s not perfect!
No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!
No you can’t make a living from writing!
No you can’t do what you dream!
No, no, no, no, NO!
I’m so tired of ‘No’!
Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.
Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.
Yes you can be the perfect person I want.
Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.
Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.
Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.
Is that what it w
RejectionRejectionRejection3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This mess, this entire mess started last year, while I was still in secondary school. All I can say about it is this: "Why do these things always happen to me?" I continued thinking, as I stared at the black dragon lying opposite me, regarding me with those sad eyes, as if he wanted to say the same thing. Dragon. Bah. That idiot was the root of all my problems. If only I could just migrate and leave him behind, but of course, he would just fly after me. Damn creature. This nonsense had been going on since he had hatched, and imprinted me as his damn rider. I had never wanted the job, and that had been no secret from the start. I made it plain that I didn't want him, he was irritating, and the biggest nuisance that I had ever encountered. He knew it, I knew it, and he knew that I knew it. Still the damn creature stuck to me, and refused to put me out of my misery, by leaving.
However, I was the one in the wrong. I was stupid enough to do the wrong thing, and it took an episode
Hitchups: TranslatedHitchups: Translated4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The forest experienced only a moment of silence after the last of the brightly clothed backs receded from view before the brush rustled once more. Toothless slunk out of the darkness like a jungle cat, the saddle dangling from his mouth.
Relief warmed Hiccup, both at the sight of the dragon and at Toothless' forethought to hide the saddle with him. Finding that among his belongings would have raised excessive questionsand the less he heard Arnulf's voice, the better.
Toothless dropped the saddle with the motion of spitting. His pupils were slit, nostrils flared, and his movements were jerky, as though he fought with himself to keep from running after the Frenchmen.
::Are you okay?:: the Night Fury pressed, sounding quite agitated. He brought his face up to Hiccup's and sniffed at the human's cheek. Hiccup's hair fluttered at the gusts of air, brushing the still throbbing area.
Hiccup nodded before he spoke. "Yeah."
:o you want to go get your s
SeasonsBonfires and sulphurSeasons1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smells of cold nights;
In creep Winter’s fingers.
Folks’ hands they hold mugs
Of heartwarming drinks
To ward off the chills
That linger in streets.
Mulled wine for the elders,
Hot cocoa for the youth,
These remedies thaw smiles
from frost-frowns, forsooth .
Snowmen and snowwomen
Spring up from the ground
Little knowing that Spring
Will pull them back down.
Slowly the woolly hats,
Thermals and mittens
Uncover pale faces
Hidden from vision
For so long by Winter
- who’s had his reign –
Tis time for the sun
To Spring life up again.
But not without showers
Nor cold snaps – watch out!
Do not be surprised
For a last wintery bout.
Eventually comes Summer,
Always late and never stays,
Like a young introvert
Too shy for much play.
But while the heat rages
So the barbecues sizzle,
Sunbathers fill beaches,
Melting ice cream dribbles.
Summer burns short and sharp
Though it never was meant:
From her brief spells of hot
The StorehouseThe cat burglar gripped the outcropping with her thighs as she worked on the high window. She really had to lean on her knife to get through all the old caulk and grout. This old thing must not have been opened in the last 60 years or so.The Storehouse3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as she got through the nasty crust of junk, she got out her lock picks from a pouch on her belt and went to work on the lock. This part was easier. She knew all the tricks for opening old locks, and opening a lock forty feet above the sidewalk just made it more fun. Fifteen seconds of work got the lock open, and then she slowly pried open the window and slipped inside. The window was narrow and didn't open very far, but she was easily slender enough to make it through. She wouldn't have made a very good cat burglar otherwise.
She clung to the rafters and looked out over the massive storehouse, row after row of shelves as far as the eye could see. The place was much bigger than it looked from the outside. It didn't take up too much of the stree
Trunk Full of Rings - XenomorphAnother day, another ring, I think as I stare at the pure black ring in hand, rolling my eyes at the lack of help that gives me in guessing the form contained within this ring. No help at all, and Book will undoubtedly give me a cryptic answer, something I don't feel like working out right now. So instead I turn to the mirror upon the wall, before slipping the ring on. Like always, it fits a treat. Then again, what do you except for magic?Trunk Full of Rings - Xenomorph2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A moment later and the first changes begin. I immediately start losing bodily fat across my body. I mean, I was never exactly obese, but right now I could easily be classed as anorexic. My bodies fat reserves are quickly depleted, and I look at myself in the mirror, wondering if that's it.
As if to answer, I notice my ribs begin to appear more predominate; my ribcage is growing! I realise, but the transformation continues before I can hypothesise why. The rest of my body mimics my ribcage, growing in size as my skin turns jet black in colour, while b
Soul Eater Generation 2: Chapter 1Soul Eater generation 2: Chapter 1Soul Eater Generation 2: Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Death City . Home to the prestigious DWMA. Where special people are given the chance to become stronger. These young men and women who are so talented to-"
"YEAH, YEAH!!!" A voice irrupts, interrupting the speech. A young boy, with dark black and spiky hair, with a star tattooed to his arm stands on his desk, doing his usual showing off to his annoyed teacher.
"BRIGHT*STAR!! SIT THE HELL DOWN!!" Spirit yells to the loudmouth student. Though used o the loudmouth's usual interruptions, for a 13 year old he was a pain.
"BUT THIS CLASS SUCKS!!!" Bright*Star yells cross-armed, before a book hits him from behind.
"Shut it man. Your as funny as a dying cat." States the lazy eyed Wes Evans, tired of his friend's usual tirade of stupid. "I was just having the best nap from gramps usual speeches " Wes mutters, sitting next to his older sister Blair Evans, who was reading her book as usual.
"WES EVANS!! AS MY GRANDSON AND FUTURE DEATH SCYTHE CREATOR,
Just OnceJust Once...Just Once3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'd like to see a news story or politcal ad where someone isn't using the Bible or 'God's will' to justify their own personal bigotry and intolerance.
I'd like to see a political ad where someone isn't pointing their finger at everyone else, and never ackowledge their own faults.
I'd like to see a political ad where the person speaking actually states why they should win and the others shouldn't, as opposed to the chronic "mud-slinging".
A day should go by without a person becoming another tragic news story revolving around hate crimes, intolerance and fear.
Women aren't crucified for making their own personal choices with thier lives and bodies.
Men aren't crucified for supporting the women who make these personal choices in life.
Children aren't used as leverage in arguments.
Children can be adopted into loving families, gay or straight.
People who lazily live off of welfare need to pass a drug test in order to get their money and stop ripping off tax payers, thus making
The Barracks The wind whips across the barren planet's surface. Red tinted earth glows with the light of the neighboring sun. Several long-abandoned barracks bunched together, the same sun's glint soon overpowered by a brighter light.The Barracks2 years ago in Settings More Like This
All out of nowhere, a barrage of heavy blasts of supercharged plasma obliterate the ground around the structures. The serenity of the scene is turned straight to the horrors that the most war-hardened soldiers fear in their dreams.
A blast lands between several of the barracks, uprooting one of the entire buildings and sending it somersaulting through the air. The light from the sun and the explosions glint off of the twisted metal fragment of it's former self, small molten metal bits fly from it before it crashes to the earth.
The blasts draw to a close and the scene reduced to a hellish aftermath of smoke and smoldering wreckage. A desolate place so seemingly pointless for such a concentrated attack.
A good seven or so minutes pass before the sou
HTTYD: Girl-Hiccup Crack, pt 2Summary: The further adventures of girl!Hiccup.HTTYD: Girl-Hiccup Crack, pt 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Okay, this might sound a little gay, but that's kinda hot."
"Will you focus?" the newly female Hiccup snapped at Snotlout, trying futilely to ignore the fact that Astrid, who seemed happily oblivious to the world, was still wrapped around her from behind. "We need to figure out a way to fix this, and Astrid has been less than helpful."
"I don't really get what you're complaining about," Snotlout said, eying the two girls with interest.
"Okay, you're not allowed to talk anymore," Hiccup said.
"What exactly do you want us to do?" Fishlegs asked slowly. "If you're not even sure what happened...?"
"I don't know!" Hiccup cried, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes and throwing her head back. "But we have to do something. I can't stay like this."
"Why not?" Snotlout asked.
Ruffnut and Tuffnut walked up. "Hey guys," Tuff said. "What's going...whoa
Cute Vampire 1Note-before I start this story, I'd like to point out that for Cute Vampire, I'll be writing it in both Hinata's Perspective as well as Naruto's. Now, for those who had read Chibi Vampire will know a bit more about what will, or may not happen in this story, but for those who hadn't than it'll make it just that much more interesting ^_^ but again, to those who have read the manga please don't leave spoiler comments so it doesn't ruin it for those who hadn't read or seen Chibi Vampire/Karin thank you.Cute Vampire 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was dark cold the only thing that was in this forest, was the sound of someone's deep and heavy breathing. Breathing as if their heart was hurting as if their heart would burst from a kind of pressure that no one could or would ever understand, why that was, no one was for sure.
A young woman walked through the darkened forest, the only light was the full moon in a crimson coloured sky. Why was the sky crimson, no one knew for sure.
Rosario + Vampire: Moka's Strangest Day EverRosario + Vampire: Moka's Strangest Day Ever1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Rosario + Vampire: Moka's Strangest Day Ever (One Shot)
A/N: I had this idea for a one-shot while I had no computer for over 2 months. This is more of a "what if".
Takes place prior to Graduation Day and about one year after the defeat of Fairy Tale.
Original story and idea by Gamera68.
Co-authored with Shadowwolf08 from ff. net.
Complete Beta by Shadowwolf08
* [Prologue ] *
Moka Akashiya was a nervous wreck. In fact, she could hardly breathe!
In just three days' time, she, along with all her friends, would be graduating from Yokai Academy and would be going their separate ways. The reason for her nervousness sat in front of her during homeroom every day for the past three years since they had become friends. Actually, very best friends. The only person who had always been there for her and accepted her for who she was, inside and out.
The one person who had saved her from a fate worse than death on the first day of Freshman Year:
Hacking 101"Sir, I think you should take a look at this." Joint Chief Clayton Brury raised an eyebrow and moved silently to stand behind the analyst going over files of highly sensitive information.Hacking 1013 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What is it Douglas?" The analyst shared a look with the woman who sat beside him and double clicked on a file named L0LC475. It looked somewhat innocent, almost like it belonged there with the other folders.
When it was opened however it showed several pictures of cats and other animals with odd misspelled captions scrolling across the images. The first image clicked was a lion and a zebra hugging, the words OUR LOVE CAN NEVER BE written underneath.
Brury blinked, opened his mouth and closed it when he found himself at a loss for words. He gathered himself after a few moments and puffed up when the full implications of a strange file being implanted in one of the most secure computers on the planet.
"Get Rutherford in here
LuckyI came back to my house late one night after spending all day playing video games at a friend's house. Tia and I had ourselves an enormous breakfast that morning, and Tia, who's breakfast was far larger than my own, had spent the rest of the day lounging in bed, digesting her deliciously filling breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and all sorts of scrumptious breakfast goodies. I took off my shoes at the door and snuck quietly up the stairs in my socks. I opened my bedroom door slowly and peeked inside. Tia was still asleep on the bed, looking quite comfy with her still full tummy. I crept inside and by the warm, blue glow of the nightlight, put down my things, and changed into my PJs. After that I left to brush my teeth and get a glass of water. When I came back into the room I set the glass down on the nightstand and climbed into bed next to my stuffed, scaly pal. As I was settling down and tucking us inLucky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
pressure "What on earth are you doing?"pressure5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm a tech. I'm teching things," He told me without looking up from his hands.
He paused, twisting around to face me with an odd look in his eyes. "I'm about to blow this place to bits."
Watching the mines go off from the air was like watching goose bumps ripple over skin.
"Tech to base, mission complete." I heard several other confirmations, including the one from the person up in the copter, manning the feed I was watching.
"Base to tech, confirmed." I heard in my ear. The people around me took off their headsets and began to leave.
I looked around for something- a reason he might have had, like a target. There were only trees. "Why?"
"It's a test. I'm testing new weaponry. No one lives here, right? It's no major place?"
"Hm-mm, not here."
He let me watch him. It was a land mine. He was chomping on a piece of gum like it was nothing, he laughed at how tense I was. The explosion was something else.
Back at base I sat, half liste
Monster Club (Chapter 1)Monster Club (Chapter 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky cried powerful tears over Abraham's head. He pulled his coat over his head and continued to run down the dirt road, which was quickly turning to mud beneath this torn and blood covered sneakers. He had been running for what felt like weeks, but for what only could have been a few days. Nothing looked familiar to him…which is what he wanted. The trees toward over him like great leafy giants, glaring at him…challenging him. Lightning stuck over head, lighting the sky with its deadly and brilliant lights. The thunder clap was like a loud roar, daring him to continue his made race. Nature itself conspired against him...it fought him.
"Go ahead," he growled to himself, "it's not like life's done me any favors before."
The truth was that Abraham Singer had been running for most of his life. He had no home to speak of…and he had no adults to call parents. To the common eye, Abraham Singer was just a simple 15 year old orphan boy. However, it wasn't pity Abraham wanted…nor was it empat
Vow of the RoachVow of the Roach3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We come into your home just to seek a place that's dry
It gets a little wet when we come from the outside
We only want to eat some of your delicious sugar snacks
And feast upon the filth that you humans have in stacks
We're doing what we're made to do
We're going toward the filth
But damn you humans and the many ways
You come in for the kill
Sometimes we walk, sometimes we fly
What difference does it make?
We have our different methods of getting place to place
As soon as you see us you begin to scream and shout
Sometimes if you're nice enough, you just want us out
But most of the time all you want to do is squash us
With a flip-flop, sneaker, sandal
Fly swatter or goulashes
Then there are those humans who only wish to spray us
And those who put up those hotels, that's a good way to betray us
Then those who are a little off use the soap so we can't breathe
We're already turned over, why can't you let us be?
You flush us down the toilet or throw us in the trash
But we never made a promi
BecomingBecoming1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the earthworm emerges from her ear canal, following the blood-slick trail down her cheek, the girl can't help wishing she'd listened to family.
Her body is the feverish rush of tempered steel plunged into icy waters. She doesn't know how long she's been trapped down here for. She bases her concept of time upon the alignment of the sun, the moon. Her eyelids are heavy and even if she could open them, she'd see nothing. The smell of dirt, rich and damp, fills her nostrils. She struggles, but it's in vain. The earth is cocoon-tight around her. She pauses and then alarm shoots through her as swiftly as an arrow.
She can't breathe!
Dirt hits the back of her throat as she gasps suddenly, clogging up her windpipe and making her cough and splutter.
She had to get out of here. She has to get out of here now.
Her left hand is above her head. She squirms, hoping she's not got too far to move, hoping beyond hope that any moment now her fingers are going to crack through the surface, feel
Viral Return 1 - Incubation...Frank had been through so many illnesses and diseases that had passed by so smoothly - or in the legend El Meurta Roja's case, roughly, that Mal had a lot to stand up to! Sure, he was simple enough, born in the abdomen of a mosquito like the rest of his family. One time during a feed, he was still an extremely immature worm nymph, so didn't listen to his mother much. Their father wasn't around, he'd got landed on a different mosquito. But now... Mal was on Frank, the rush of the new blood had accelerated his growth, and now he was a fresh young adult worm, rather than the scrawny teen he had been. Ooh, he was dangerous now! He just had to get to this old codger's legs...Viral Return 1 - Incubation...5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He glanced around, searching for his bearings, purple teeth flashing dangerously - though he wasn't grinning at all. They just poked out over his lower lip. Threating, really. He chuckled darkly, his throat wheezing and the tubes off his shoulders flaring at the openings. You see, he couldn't transmit the way a cell co
An Unusual New FriendAn Unusual New FriendAn Unusual New Friend4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I have no idea how long I have been running and hiding for, but at least I know it has been awhile. I ducked under a bush, trying to catch my breath and hoping to hide from my pursuer. Did I catch my breath? Sorta, did I throw off my pursuer? No. I could tell by the fast and loud wind that had suddenly picked up from the trees, and shortly, a really loud thumping sound on the ground not too far away from where I was hiding. "Dammit" I cursed under my breath before I got up and ran in the opposite direction.
Possibly by now you would want to know who and what is my pursuer, where I am, who I am, what I am (answering this one right now, I`m human) and why I`m talking to myself and pretending like I`m talking to someone at the same time. First, my pursuer is a dragon....... well a dragoness who happens to be really big, about 40ft tall and 60ft long (well, to me it sounds big), green all over( which I didn`t see her at first until she leapt out from behind, also she
We are the Word ThievesWe writers are criminals.We are the Word Thieves5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But we are the best kind of criminals.
We steal words.
We'll never be punished, for we are always needed. Whether through the speech of ever deceitful humans, or through the mute tongues of print and screen, we will always be there, working our many-pronged magic. Our swords are constantly out, skewering towards the alphabet with such regularity that the words stand proud, only to bow to our will, bleeding emotion to our clients.
For we are the Word Thieves, and the words are our quarry.
Even if the censors come and try to clamp us down, we'll disappear into the shadows and reveal our true beauty. It is here we show how we don't need a wave from a wand or a wish from the human mind to transform into our heart's desires, when all the answers can be written in a twist of a pen.
And when we transform, we rule Heaven and Earth.
We are the pirates that traverse the word-filled seas, setting sail with the wind and waves. Through storm and sun, our sail is splashed w