Heart- Ch2- Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction“Alright, men!” Hughes announced. “We camp here!”Heart- Ch2- Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ed surveyed the lakeside clearing, eyes sweeping over to take in everything. They had taken a train east to New Optain, and from there, hiked into the mountain ranges east of the city. The forest here was nothing special, as far as Ed could tell. There were tall trees, a thick carpet of leaves and pine needles over the floor, and a mountain lake that stretched out before them. It sort of reminded Ed of the island Izumi had dumped him and Al on just a few years ago.
Except for the additional company, that is.
“Now isn’t this just great?” Hughes was asking, dropping his pack next to a boulder. “All this fresh air and sunshine, and a gorgeous lake! It doesn’t get any better than this!”
Ed massaged a dull ache in his shoulder port and turned his gaze to the sky that was slowly starting to cloud over. “Until it rains,” he muttered.
Mustang trudged up beside him, expressi
LoveLove is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on.Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad.
Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone.
Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad.
Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws.
A human being will never be perfect.
Everything that person does you will give a loud applause.
Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct.
You want them to smile.
You would work extra just to be with that person.
Even if it would be just for a while.
Love is unconditional, that's the truth.
No One Can Love a Killer--5No One Can Love a Killer--51 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A long silence fell in the courtroom. Several of the cars backed away, fright filling their eyes. Even Sheriff looked stupefied. A long silence fell, and I tried to collect myself. I didn't want to seem weak and cry in front of a bunch of strangers.
"You killed Arnie?" the old cruiser asked.
"Yes.....I did. It was a complete accident. He was with me one day, and I saw Leigh in Darnell's. I saw her and Dennis. Dennis was in a tractor, and I knew their intentions. They were to kill me. I knew it. I drove into the garage and saw them both. When I drove in, I was smoking from the fire--that's a different story--and was so hellish looking, I basically scared the shit out of Dennis, and he totally forgot what he was was doing. I went after Leigh next. Such hatred filled me, I didn't even have any other thoughts. I just saw red. I went after her, and slammed into old ma
No One Can Love a Killer- IntroductionNo One Can Love a Killer- Introduction1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had been driving for hours. Early on Friday, I had decided to leave the world of the ruling humans behind for good. I had enough of their ways. I could kill every one of them. They just made me sick. My life among them also brought out horrible memories. Like, for example, hardly a day goes by when I don't think of Arnie's death. I was the one that killed him, and it haunted me. I relived that over and over. I remember him becoming impaled with the glass, and yet, how he still loved me so much, his last affections were to me. I still remember the exact feeling of his caress across my front bumper. He loved me so much.....I loved him equally.
Ever since we had met each other, I had never felt happier. Arnie was everything a girl like me could want and then some. He always put me first, and always cared for me no matter what. Why I had
Torque ~ Chapter 4Chapter 4 - "Reverse Interrogation"Torque ~ Chapter 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The interrogation room's dull yellow walls seemed to do the opposite for Ambrogio in terms of psychological effects. The walls, to him, really did have eyes. He saw the walls as if they were staring right back into his eyes and speaking, "Break."
He shook his hood, nope, he thought, not me. He spoke to the walls in his mind, like any good agent put in his situation would. When a spy is put into a situation where he's being interrogated or being threatened, he doesn't keep his attention only on the subject. His attention goes in all directions - evenly - which is why many people think spies are "super" beings; and the attention to the smallest details keep their attention from giving into whatever feeling was trying to be forced upon them; like a grandmother's knitting as she's parked at her husband's funeral. These walls will not intimidate me, he said to himself, they will not for these walls are nothing but cheap paint.
No One Can Love a Killer-- 2No One Can Love a Killer-- 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Christine the Killer Car?" Sheriff asked with a raised eyelid.
I smiled, leaned over on my shocks towards him, and replied "Yes. You heard me right." Ramone turned to Sheriff, a look of confusion filling his gaze. He looked so damned confused, I burst out laughing right then and there. It was just too funny.
"You're a killer car? I mean, like how, baby?" he asked.
"I kill anyone who sits their sorry ass in my path, basically. I've come out from my sprees so bloody, you kiddies would freak!" I answered, with another sinister laugh. Ramone turned and gave Sheriff another weird look.
Sheriff turned his full attention to me, and said "I think we ought to try and run your license plate and see what we can find out about you, Christine." I looked at him and spat "Why? I thought you said it was okay."
Depression (in Eight Parts)I.Depression (in Eight Parts)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I took a walk once, and
Depression walked alongside me.
"I want to be alone," I told him.
"I know," he replied,
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"I have a plan,"
Depression said to me.
"Not today," I said.
He frowned and asked,
"How did you know my plan?"
I gave the weekend over to Depression
but he took three days
instead of two.
"Think of it as an investment," he said.
"And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night
Fallen to the floor
I look up and see
he's smiling at me.
"You know what they say
about old dogs."
He's doing this on purpose,
I know he is-
and it's working.
"They can't learn new tricks?"
I asked, playing my part.
"No," he replied,
I walked away,
my Trials and Tribulations
defeated behind me.
but even he took a moment
and whistled low.
"I don't think much of you, but
those were some big guys."
I answered honestly:
"What were they,
compared to you?"
I looked Depression in the eye
staring without pardon or
No One Can Love a Killer-- 7No One Can Love a Killer-- 711 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I came to seemingly years after I was towed to the clinic, and when I did awake, the first thing I saw was a pair of ice-blue eyes observing me. They belonged to the Hudson Hornet. The doctor.
"How do you feel, Christine?"
"Like shit." I spat.
"Well, you did get a pretty bad bash on your side, you really need to learn to drive a little more carefully when the road is wet. No car can navigate easy when their brakes get damp."
"I never had any problems before."
"Well, regardless, just to let you know, be more careful."
"Pfft, yeah. Whatever, pardner. So, when can I leave?"
"You're going to be laid up here for a while, friend. You're side was badly smashed, like I told you, and we need to see to the fact that heals first and foremost. Then, Ramone is going to set you up wi
Alternating Current chapter 1Alternating Current chapter 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: I do not own any characters from the Pixar movie Cars. I do own my own characters; Rafael, Fluke, Linda, Agneta, Voltz, Titania, Fahrenheit, Maximo, Sleipner, Galvani, Faraday and Louis.
I do not own Sønnico, I just work for them. Any likeness to real persons or events are just a coincidence, and a product of my imagination; NOT REAL.
By: Little Red Toyota
The big white Mitsubishi woke up slowly. Even before he opened his eyes, he knew there was someone else in the bed with him. A bit groggy, he tried to remember what happened last night, which girl was it this time? How much had he been drinking? Had he been drinking at all?
Voltz rubbed his windshield as he rolled over to stand up. He hadn't been drinking last night, it was just Wednesday, and he never drank during the week. Showing up at work not being sober was strictly prohibited. He didn't remember being on a date either. He turned to look, his eyes following the soft curves of a bright wh
No One Can Love a Killer-- 3No One Can Love a Killer-- 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
When night began to fall in the small town, I grudgingly decided to accept the offer from the little blue Porsche and stay at the Cozy Cone Motel. It was better than staying with the hill-billy tow truck, who had offered me room and board in his half ass looking shack. I cast one final look to the rising moon, then drove up into the foyer of the hotel.
"Oh, hi there! Can I help you, Christine?" Sally asked.
"Do you think I'd be sitting here idling my engine otherwise, kid?" I asked.
She shrugged and said "Hey, I promised you I'd fix you a nice rate. How long did you think you'd end up staying here?"
"The hell if I'd know. I already told you earlier I can't predict the future. I might be staying only a few days."
She looked through some papers, and then said "Well, I'll fix you up a two week rate. If you stay for
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,Dear Daddy, I hate you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
No One Can Love a Killer-- 6No One Can Love a Killer-- 61 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I felt weak....weak and odd. I awoke from my coma feeling confused. Where was I? What happened? And then, it came back. I had skidded on the rain puddle, and crashed into a building. Ugh, I felt absolutely shitty. My side hurt like no tomorrow, and I knew it must have been bashed in pretty bad. I groaned, and slowly opened my eyes. They felt like leaded weights. I blinked a few times, and was preparing to right myself when I suddenly saw the Impala come over.
"I heard the bang, oh man...." he broke off.
He stared down at the ground. I looked as well. Oil was a vehicle's life-blood, and the macadam before me was covered nicely with it. I did not worry too much though...after all, Buddy Repperton and his thugs gave me a nice beating before, and I somehow managed to never be fazed by it.
Ramone turned to me again and said "Honey, you need to go see Doc! You
Mardais' Journey: Enter the Bengal Pirates'Well, if my guess is right, I should be at the island of Loguetown in only three days,' Mardais Lemieux thought, laying down in her two person sail boat. As her boat bobbed lazily in the ocean, the woman let out a bored sigh. 'What to do....?' She asked herself, pulling her black wool Ram hat down over her eyes, as if to sleepMardais' Journey: Enter the Bengal Pirates2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mardais Lemieux was a tan-skinned woman with long, silky caramel hair falling almost down to her knees, and gentle eyes as red as crimson blood. She was a fit woman. Standing a little over 5'7”, Mardais had a trimmed elegant figure, not having even so much as an ounce of unneeded fat on her being. Tattooed on her left arm was the symbol for Aries, her Astrology sign. On her right arm are two black lightning bolts, in the same area as her Aries tattoo.
But her most noticeable features, which she was both proud of, but annoyed of in certain situations, were her overly obvious womanly features. At the age of 23, Mardais Lemieux was surprisingly well endowed w
No One Can Love a Killer-- 4No One Can Love a Killer-- 41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ramone gave me a funny look, and repeated "Body by Plymouth, Soul by Satan? Really, baby?"
I smiled and replied "That is quite right. Some folks think that is an exaggeration, but once you get to know me, you'll realize it isn't."
"What's going on here?" a voice asked. I slightly turned. It was that Sheriff fella.
"Yeah?" I asked.
He came over to me, and said "What in tarnation are you talking about? I heard the Plymouth part, then the Satan part. What are you trying to do? Scare everyone?"
I smirked, and answered "There really isn't much trying to it when you know who I really am. I don't have to try. I just 'am'."
"What's she talking about, man?" Ramone asked.
"Just what I want to know." Sheriff replied. "Christine, I would like to bring you before the court."
The Challenger legacyJanuary 28th, 1986The Challenger legacy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kennedy Space Center, Florida, the United States
Space shuttle Challenger stood vertically on the launch pad, ready for launch. He felt nervous about the whole idea of the launch, due to the numerous amounts of delays leading up to the launch. Not to mention that ice of all things had accumulated on the launch pad due to frigid weather earlier in the day. Mission control and scientists debated for some time whether or not to allow the launch to proceed. But the technicians cleared Challenger for launch and the crew of 7 boarded the shuttle. With a full load of fuel and all systems go for launch, Challenger felt confident that he could make it into orbit in the next few minutes. But being a conscious machine meant he could tell that something, something small was not right. But putting those feelings aside and with his nose pointing to the sky, Challenger had only one thought run through his mechanized mind.
“This is it, Challenger. The moment of truth. You
STORMS OF DISCOVERY 8Chapter 8STORMS OF DISCOVERY 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Next Day
October 21, 2010
Nimble had just put on the last of her school uniform. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this uniform. I miss my undertaker uniform.”
“it’s school regulation.” Krela said with a chuckle, “Each grade has a marking to show what level they are in. Freshmen, like us, don’t have any. But sophomores have a bronze trim, juniors have silver trim, and seniors have gold trim.”
Nimble nodded as she heard a bell ring and asked, “What the heck was that?”
“That would be morning roll call!” Krela said in a panic as she quickly grabbed her staff and ran out the door with Nimble following slowly behind her, the Phantasm scythe in tow.
Meanwhile Frankie was still fussing with his uniform as his roommate, Martin, was adjusting his hat in the mirror.
“It’s hard to believe I was able to make it into Spiffing
Cars 2 fanfiction (1)Kansai International AirportCars 2 fanfiction (1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night air blew cool and briskly over the Osaka Bay. The city itself illuminated the sky like a star, keeping many stars in the sky out of sight, while the city shone bright; the moon hovered over the city like a great lantern of old. In the center of the bay stood Kansai airport, constructed on a great artificial island. Its lights created a rainbow of colors, from the runway and taxiway lights to the grand terminal gates.
Sitting on an empty stretch of tarmac sat a white Gulfstream G650, silent and in waiting. Water droplets condensed on the fuselage and wings while the jet awaited a most important passenger. Opening his green eyes, the jet looked across the black unlit area of tarmac around him. But a light appeared in the distance and began to close in. The jet’s automated scanners detected the incoming vehicle and on his HUD confirmed that this was his passenger.
“Right on time.” The jet said to himself.
No One Can Love a Killer- Chapter 1No One Can Love a Killer- Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was the only one on the road. There had been no others for hours now. All there was was the sound of the wind and the long stretch of macadam reaching out before me. The desert sand was a bright red-orange hue, and huge monolithic rock formations in fanciful shapes dotted the landscape. I didn't pay attention to them though. My mind was busy. I didn't even care where I was going....I just wanted to banish the memories of my old life. I wanted the dreams of my beloved Arnie to stop haunting me. I relived his death over and over. I had killed him. It was because of Leigh that he died. I will never forget the sensation of his hand running across my front bumper during his dying moments. All the same though, I wished for something else to occupy my mind. Hence, why I left on this road-trip. I had no idea where I was going, no idea where I would find myself. I just knew I had to leave behind my old life. Leave
a lost shuttle-part 2jasmine woke up in the middle of the forest that mourning,it was a bright sunny day the sky was clear and not a single storm cloud was in sight which made little jasmine happy though she wished her parents were with hera lost shuttle-part 22 years ago in Emotional More Like This
(listen to this while reading the next part http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyoXP3w7dp4)
she wondered the forest looking for a way out,she came across a couple bears cubs that played her for a while but then she moved on she wasnt afraid of being alone but more afraid of the people finding her
after hours of wondering she stoped to rest and laid down under a tree,laying her head on the root of the tree,she then dozed off
in her sleep she dreamed of a paradise with her parents there and everything was back to normal everything was more then back to normal life seemed almost perfect in the dream she never wanted to wake from it but soon she awoke in the mid day when she realized how unfair and tainted the world was,with all her might she took flight her tiny tatted wings,w
DREAM IN TECHNOso the only feeDREAM IN TECHNO6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is of sweat and hair gel
its blurring the vision
running in the eyes
as the blaring music overtakes
and numbs the senses
consensus to dance all night
in the flashing light
itll get you high
itll get you high
itll get you high
if you dance all night
no guarantee youll be alright
but its better if you dont fight
so its a techno sort of song
the one that brings it on
it brings it on
the adrenaline and heroine and thought of getting some of the glamour everyone seems to possess
the thought of
being someone and getting noticed and fighting through this
a dream of
romance late at night and no fear of heartbreak and joy that radiates
it drives us
it drives us
the thought gets us high
the dreams bequeath us hopes
and we go out
and roam the nights
looking for something
that's out of our sight
looking for something
were never gonna get
but we get high from it
high from the thought
high from the adrenaline
induced in late night by a dance club
quacking jokesthree ducks explodequacking jokes6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
FixedThe view from the top of Ultraprison was beautiful. Once you got past the violent scenes in the yard and the strange, surreal-looking buildings, of course.Fixed3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The prison was built on an island, providing for the perfect view of the sun setting on the ocean.
And the Mistress had, oddly enough, never seen it. Until now.
She stood in silence on the balcony, breath taken by the panorama of blues, oranges, and pinks surrounding the volcano.
"Mind if I join you?"
She jumped in surprise and turned. Standing a distance behind her, smiling slightly, was none other than the Warden.
She looked at him intently. His face had a few thin white scars, but other than that he looked practically good as new.
That is, if you weren't looking too closely- which of course, the Mistress was.
There was something odd about his right eye. Something... blank. Glassy. Dead.
She gasped as it hit her.
"Your eye... you're blind, aren't you?" She murmured as the Warden stepped over and stood beside her. He didn't respond