Ugly Truths Chapter 6Chapter 6Ugly Truths Chapter 61 year ago in Drama More Like This
"You have six new messages." The cheery and all-too-familiar voice on Cloud's phone said. He'd had his phone off for the past few hours, after calling home that morning. "Message one."
"The kids really miss you," Tifa's voice said, cutting straight to the chase as she always did when she called lately. "Cloud, you said you wouldn't do this again. At least when we were losing out to Aerith's memory I understood. Call me back."
"End of message one. Message two."
"Tourism is down eighteen percent in Wutai! Finally!" Yuffie's voice was shrill and delighted over the phone, full of enthusiasm and energy. "Hope you haven't been eaten by the larvae yet. Come and visit some time! I promise not to count you in the tourist data, okay?"
"End of message two. Message three."
"Spiky!" Barrett sounded angry. He often did, but this was not the enjoyable kind of annoyance he tended to carry. "You better be getting home to visit my girl soon! I'll come for you if you make her cry!"
"End of mess
Yes or No~ Cloud was sure of only one thing, and that one thing mattered the most right now: he was in heaven. He just had to be, because Tifa knew exactly what to do to make him feel good. ~Yes or No2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rule 1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
Cloud was sure of only one thing, and that one thing mattered the most right now: he was in heaven. He just had to be, because Tifa knew exactly what to do to make him feel good. She was a massage goddess. All those years of her strength training hadn't changed anything about her gentleness, thank gods. She knew when and where to apply more pressure and where to be extra careful to alleviate the stress. It was as though she could read his mind. Quite honestly, Cloud couldn't possibly think of a better way to spend his first moment of summer vacation...or the rest of it, really. He was far too tired to do something else today. Fortunately for him, Tifa understood completely. Mor
Tips from a Writer part ITips from a Writer part I3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So, I've been recently asked by my good friend Sea-Chan ( Link in the description. Go look her up you derps. She's awesome.) to part with the secrets to my writing. Since I've been asked this by a few people, I'll put it here (it's also just long in general, so this helps.) for any aspiring author that's plagued by the dreaded writer's block!
1) Q: How long do you write in a day, and when do you do it?
Generally, I try to give myself a few hours a day. During weekdays when I have school, I dedicate two or three hours to writing when I get home. Weekends, I write whenever I feel like it.
During school, though, I keep a pencil and notebook handy just in case I get an idea I don't trust my memory, see. The moment I get an idea, I drop whatever I'm going and write it down. Whether it be in point form or details doesn't matter get the point across!
During holidays, that time fluctuates. I sometimes go days without writing and then write for eight hours straight (that us
Misguided Ghost.Misguided Ghost.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was driven by an overwhelming sense of fear. Despair. Echoes of the agony he'd felt just hours before.
His feet pounded against the hard ground, crashing through crackling grass made heavy and wet by the rain pouring from the sky. The clouds were dark and menacing above him, and white mist swirled around his feet.
He hoped he was imagining the sound of pursuers, the white noise of the rain muffling his ears. The blood roaring in them didn't help his hearing either.
Rain caked his long, dark hair to his face in thick strands. Droplets clung to his skin and hoodie, speckling the scorpion tattoo on his neck. The one he'd saved up all his money to get, only to be hurt afterwards, hurt by the very same person who'd inked it onto his skin.
His hands wiped the water from his eyes, half tears, half rain. It didn't do much.
He saw something familiar in the distance, a hulking mass of rusted trains, all retired from the railroad long ago. And, nestled in between two of the largest cars, a spa
look at what he's done to youstand in front of a full body mirror.look at what he's done to you6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
now take off your shirt.
then your pants.
now all of your underwear.
now look at yourself in that mirror.
first tell yourself that you're beautiful.
reflect on how that makes you feel.
do you believe it?
now call yourself ugly.
how does it affect you?
i bet you believe that.
why don't you believe that you are beautiful?
you have beautiful light brown hair.
you have light-dependent green eyes
that professional models would kill to have.
why do you believe that the tiny pimple on your cheek
will be the downfall of your life?
do you see those scars on your arm?
you know what they are.
they aren't bad.
you didn't do it on purpose.
you didn't know it would hurt you.
nobody else knows what you did.
nobody else knows how it happened.
they all assume.
the scars on your legs are innocent.
it wasn't your fault.
your hands are dainty and soft.
your feet, the same.
your arms are feminine, yet strong.
your legs, the same.
why are you ashamed?
Your BonesSaltpan white,Your Bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grained with innocence that runs in years
Like the tree rings we counted as children.
Your bones are beautiful, she murmurs to the pale jigsaw.
They hold no regret.
They hold no memories
Except of falling off roofs
And the places we should not have been.
There is a softness that underlies cold rigidity:
A boy who spoke without smiling,
A God who remained unseen.
Quiet skeletons lie down serenely while the rest of us washes away,
Awaiting some change in the weather.
The clavicle curves aside,
Cresting like an ocean wave,
The sternum shielded your soul.
She used to love pressing her fingertips against your acromion
As it yearned towards the vertebrae of your spine.
Reaching for something.
Your gentle bones with their secret, whispered names
Olecranon, ilium, femur
They hurt her now.
You never let her see your grace.
Shes left with just the framework.
When I die, she traces metacarpi,
Jane and Liara: DaughterTitle: Jane and Liara: DaughterJane and Liara: Daughter4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters: Jane Shepard and Liara T'Soni
Time line: After reaper invasion
Disclaimer: Mass Effect is property of Bioware
Jane was sitting in the meeting with the council. As usual they were vary of her. No one actually wants to face reminders of how stupid they had been and she was exactly that for them. Specially for the turian councilor.
Jane doubted that he would ever forget what Jane had said to him when reapers were attacking and they contacted her. Air quoting "Ah, yes the reapers!" had been too big temptation for her and she still made air quote motions when ever she saw the councilor.
"Is this information correct?" Asari councilor asks and lifts her eyes to Jane's.
"It's correct." Jane shrugs. No one knew from where she got her information and they would never find that out. She wished that the meeting would end so she could return to Liara in their home at Thessia. She regretted now that she'd let Liara talk her out o
5 Thousands WishesI have Five Thousand Wishes5 Thousands Wishes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my sanity isn't one.
I would rather sleep sleeplessly
then be normal and numb
I have Four Thousand Wishes
and your love isn't one
I can care for myself
I don't need to run
The rain will not stop me
Not even a flood
The thunder is just noise
The pounding of a drum
I have Three Thousand Wishes
and My dream isn't one
There is no need to sleep
When the sun hasn't shun
I have Two Thousand Wishes
and your touch isn't one
I refuse to be held back
I refuse to be held upon
The pain will not stop me
Not even death can take me on
The blade is just metal
scraping upon blood
I have a Thousand Wishes
and time isn't one
Lying Liars, will of course Lie
The truth is no fun
I have just one wish
And that wish
Is to one day
Dancing Against the Seven Destinies 9Dancing Against the Seven Destinies 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Heir of Jenova and the Champion of Minerva stared at each other, oblivious to the once-again chaotic lab surrounding them.
"Katlyn," Sephiroth murmured, "so this is what you meant when you mentioned that we'd be seeing each other soon."
Smirking, Katlyn responded just as quietly, "Actually, Sephiroth, this wasn't quite what I had planned " Before she had a chance to elaborate, however, at that moment the two other First Classes rushed into the room. They both stopped dead at the sight of her and Sephiroth locking blades.
"By the Goddess " Genesis breathed, amazed to see that the mako-encased woman was indeed none other than the infamous Katlyn Lune who somehow looked like she was wearing the Goddess' own armor. Angeal was too stunned to say anything, his mouth simply hanging open in a way that was usually only seen whenever Zack did something that was beyond the means of an ordinary man's comprehension (like the time he had pr
Kigo Life as it should be .1.Shego?Kigo Life as it should be .1.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shego slowly opened her eyes and looked at Kim. What is it?
Breakfast.. Kim said as she lifted a plate.
Yeah. Kim said with a smile.
Shego smiled and then looked at Kims hand that was lying on her own.
Oh.. Sorry. Kim said as she removed her hand.
Hey,.. no big. Shego said with a smirk.
Kim sat down next to Shego and looked at her.
Did you eat?
Hmm? Oh.. yes..
Before or after you made this?
Kim raised her eyebrow and looked at Shego. Why.. does it matter?
Shego just raised her eyebrow.
After.. Alright? Kim said and she crossed her arms. Eat up.. or do you want me to feed you?
Ill just handle that myself. Shego said with a chuckle.
Ill give you some clothes that you can wear today.
Shego looked up at Kim and frowned. Kimmie.. I can wear my suit..
Dancing Against the Seven Destinies 10Dancing Against the Seven Destinies 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Don't freak out don't freak out don't freak out
Taking heed to the panicked mantra continually played in her head, Katlyn schooled her face to show only curiosity rather than the dread she felt at the Turks potentially already finding her out as she asked, "Yes?"
As the future leader of the Turks adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, Tseng responded, "May I have a moment of your time? I just want to ask a few questions."
THAT doesn't sound good. "Sure, I guess. What did you want to know?" Katlyn replied, shrugging her shoulders. She once again sent a word of thanks to Minerva's assistants for forcing her to go through all those acting lessons, including the ones on how to lie. Otherwise, she knew she would've been totally screwed, and not in a good way.
"Have you listened to the radio lately?"
Well, she could thankfully answer this one honestly "Not really. I mean, I've heard a glimpse of it on my
Final Fantasy Afterstory 12Final Fantasy Afterstory 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lightning could see the sun setting in the distance, its faint light still causing Cocoon to sparkle, a sight she couldn't see from her home. Although the base of the pillar was now many hundreds of miles away, she felt that if she could keep that in her eye line, Vanille and Fang would be helping her on her journey. By now she'd developed quite a rhythm from her walking game, although it was now becoming repetitive and dull, besides she now had the more pressing issue of where to sleep, all she had was fire making equipment, no tent. "I should have thought this through a little more..." she muttered to herself. She knew that several miles ahead, there was a network of caves she could hide out in, but it would take an hour or so to reach, by then it would be dark. "Stupid Snow." She muttered as if blaming him for her own recklessness. "I wonder..." she muttered as she turned her head slightly to look back, "No!" she stopped herself, "Why does it matter?" she tried to convinc
KP's Princess 1KP's PrincessKP's Princess 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kim docked when she saw Shego's legs sway her way to avoid being hit, but though she have moved away, Shego is faster, yes...Shego is a lot faster now than before, the leg attack was followed immediately by a right hand that sends Kim Possible hurling outward, Kim hitting her back on a concrete wall. The red headed teen heroine gasp as pain soared through her body, and in her pain she saw the green skinned villainess coming at her. For the first time in her entire career and fighting Shego, she felt tired, for the first time she knew she have to give up...if this is her fate, to die in Shego's hands, then be it...Kim Possible is so tired of her life, Kim Possible don't want to fight the green skinned female anymore
She closed her eyes and waited for the impact of Shego's blow that would kill her
Kimberly Ann Possible opened her eyes when after a long wait, the blow did not happen. And there she saw Shego, standing in front of her, her head bow
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
MetamorphosisI wrote you a letter -Metamorphosis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tried to phrase a suicide note,
but instead came out
with words that butterfly with hope
and blades that divide decisions
and not wrists. It spoke of love,
of that quiet desperation that I feel
when I am waiting for you to meet my glance,
your averted eyes poised with concentration. It spoke
of how long I waited to build a lifetime
with you, and how in many ways I still am.
It spoke of promises that balloon as uncontrollably
from my chest as panic sometimes drums from
my feet. But mostly,
it spoke of the destructive power of trust;
moment by moment, you destroy my barriers. I
mutilate beyond repair.
The Unemployed Assassin“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here, Jim?”The Unemployed Assassin11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I crossed my legs in an attempt to get comfortable, but it only made my sitting position worse. The fancy couches in Dr. Valencia’s office had less support than a deadbeat dad and she probably only chose them because it made the room seem like a still from a movie. It might have worked if I was a pretty young lady lounging about, but it only made me more uncomfortable.
“Well, I’m going to go to jail if I’m not here every week,” I replied. “That was the bargain.”
“That’s not really what I was asking about.” She knew the truth, but just wanted to get some sick satisfaction out of hearing me say it.
I kept my mouth shut and let her look like she was anticipating something for five minutes. If I could use up the whole hour doing that, I was set.
She tapped her fingers on her ledger. “You know, Jim, we’re having the
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.A Bloody, Stupid Miracle8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I