Frozen: The Icebound ProphecyFrozen: The Icebound Prophecy1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A princess with powers over the Cold.
a power from ancestors centuries old
When she ascends to be Queen of the kingdom,
her frosty power will unleash something fearsome.
Winter eternal will change the land's form.
Frost and snow will spread in the storm.
The curse of the Cold can be broken
by love long hidden and never spoken.
Prom Disaster Chapter 38 Eggman attacked on the sixth day. But it wasn't the blue hero he attacked.Prom Disaster Chapter 384 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Perfect!" Sonic cried happily after a call from the police on Eggman's location, "Eggy's attacking again!"
"And that's a good thing?" Cream asked, wincing as Amy bent and straightened her arm. It wasn't broken, or even sprained like they thought; just bruised real bad.
"Don't you see?" sonic asked, "After we defeat Eggman, he'll run away to his base "
" and that's where Shelby and Lindsey's bracelet will be!" Tails exclaimed!
"Exactly, little bro!"
"Let's go then!" Knuckled said.
Eggman was in the Mystic Ruins on top of a cliff. And he wasn't alone. In front of him stood what looked like a blue mix of a wolf and a hedgehog. The Sonic Team
Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary BlitzWith a rather long checklist in hand, Prince Gumball paced before the massive double doors of the palace's grand dining room. Trying to calm her majesty's fraught nerves, Peppermint Maid followed closely behind him, trying to assure him that everything would be alright. Gumball had been worrying himself into a tizzy for the past week, planning and scratching and re-planning the impending evening, but each time he thought he'd gotten things settled, he'd second guess himself and start over; the whole process was very demanding on not only the young prince, but also his waiting staff.Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary Blitz3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His original idea had been to turn the affair into a grand gala; a regal affair with beautiful gowns and clean-cut suits. The food would be exquisite, the wine rich, and the company cut from the highest tier of society. But as he was in the midst of organizing an extravagant feast, he stopped and rethought the entire event. Completely disregarding his o
Accursed WombYao's hands are bleeding.Accursed Womb4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They are cracked, and he stares at them, enchantedhe does not lift his eyes, as the shouting begins and the halberd is pointed; more shouting, and he finally gazes upward to see the tyrant run through; his eyes watch as Dong Zhuo thumps down, squirting blood, squeezing through robes and fat.
The cheer goes upthe tyrant, who has pillaged villages and defiled women, ceaselessly, ceaselessly, is gone and done for.
Yao takes action then, as Dong Zhuo's foster son and murderer Lu Bu raises his headYao moves, unsheathing his jian and twirling it to feel it, storming after the others as the tyrant's home is cracked open to the air, as the tyrant's venerable mother cries that she knew this would be so
There is a child. Yao cuts it down before turning back to the dowager. This is not the first time he has done this, and so he is used to this. He grits his teeth, still.
Despite his numbness towards this scene, the child's screams pierce his heart
Criminal (Levi x Reader) Chapter 12Criminal (Levi x Reader) Chapter 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
You froze as the two men stared each other down, Erwin with unwavering confidence, Levi with barely restrained anger.
“What is he doing here?” Levi snarled again.
You pulled your hands out of Erwin’s grasp and rushed to Levi’s side, but you were too late. The shorter man had already stridden forward, fists clenched and his face set with determination and fury. Erwin stood to meet him, expression grim, blue eyes never leaving those of the advancing man. Levi stopped before the Commander, gazing up into the face of the towering blonde soldier. Despite the obvious height difference, Levi stood as if he was ten feet tall, and Erwin faced him with a look that exuded a confidence that would intimidate any man. But Levi wasn’t any man.
Levi’s fists clenched. You opened your mouth in an attempt to dissuade him, but Erwin beat you to the punch.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said softly. “I could have you arrested at any
RealKatnissReal4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stand here, in front of the glass mirror in my old house in the Victor's Village. After District 12 was rebuilt, I came back here with a handful of people. Including Peeta, Posy, Rory, Vick, a girl named Violet, a boy named Simon, and others who I now forget. And now, 12 is bustling again, filled not only with people who used to live here but refugees from other districts as well, people who wanted to make a fresh start. Hunting and poaching are no longer illegal, but only a few of us actually have the bravery and the skills to go through the (now deactivated) fence and into the woods. The thing that scares most people away is not the animals. It's the fear of stepping on the numerous skeletons that still litter the meadow ground.
But none of that really matters now. All that matters is that I'm standing in front of a tall, thin, glass mirror in my home with my mo
Peter Panxx - o1 - xxxxPeter Pan8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He's dirty. Filthy clothes, filthy habits, filthy manners. I can see the grime beneath his fingernails when he walks, when he speaks; it's all I see. Dirt beneath his fingernails. I wonder who he really is.
There is nothing nice about him. Nothing to like about him. His voice is rough, his hair is matted. He never takes care of himself because no one tells him he's worth it. Everyone is worth it. But no one tells him. No one.
xx - o2 - xxxx
A ribbon is braided into his hair. Blue, like his eyes, like mine. I don't ask about it, I won't. Still no one tells him he is better than he thinks. Better than they think. Better than I think.
There's still dirt beneath his fingernails.
xx - o3 - xxxx
I realize he likes trees. This will continue to prove problematic for some time.
xx - o4 - xxxx
He seems to be clever. Completely uneducated, but intelligent. I can't reason with him, I can't philosophize with him, but I can feel for him. I can reach him. I read the pain in his eyes be
TFLN-FF7 File NameFinal Fantasy Seven: TFLN CuesTFLN-FF7 File Name5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Texts from Last Night)
BETA: None not for this.
Cue: I do not anticipate a passing grade
Warning: The real reason the Cloud didn't make it into SOLDIER. Language! Tsk, tsk Cloud is a potty mouth.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Cloud and Zack
I am so SCREWED!
Zack had to check again who it was that had sent him the message. It was usually Reno that sent him stuff like this not Cloud.
Zack contemplated the message before responding with a simple question mark.
~maybe he forgot to return a library book on time~
He couldn't think of anything that Cloud would do to get himself into trouble. He was almost too shy to be in the infantry, as it was. The worst he ha
Levi x Reader- Love me - Chapter 6Levi x Reader- Love me - Chapter 62 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 6: Basic Manners
When you had finally finished your transformation fom a girl to looking as a 'guy', Levi had made you clean all the squad leaders rooms, including his. Actually you didn’t really need to do much to his, he was a clean freak after all, and it wasn’t surprising that even dust was afraid of him.
After you had cleaned properly(According to his criticism) you were made to clean everyone in the Levi Squad boots. You growled remembering the sadistic tone Levi had used when he gave you more cleaning duties. You were now heading towards Petra’s room to grab her boots.
You knocked on the door a little to hard, still not letting go of your anger. Because seriously! He could have at least been nicer to you since you were in his squad now….
You heard Petra ask in a really sweet and sleepy tone while opening the door. There was a crack on the door and a sleepy eye was looking lazily at who was it
Too Darn LuckyToo Darn Lucky2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Willet Fanfiction Project
Title: Too Darn Lucky
Summary: As he watched her sleep in the light of the moon, Wilbur thought being too darn lucky doesn't even describe it.
Author's note: This fic is independent to my other Willet fic. I'm getting a fever on a pairing that would never officially happen. As much as I wanted to, I can only commit myself to one-shots and not on chaptered ones.
Sometimes he would wonder if things happen for a reason.
Having waked up from his slumber, he had sat up in a daze, wondering why he is more or less alert in the dead of the night. It was probably from the lingering effects of the coffee patches, but whatever it is, he was glad he did when he saw the other side of their bed.
She lay there on her side, facing him. The light of the full moon shone from their bedroom window and into her side of the bed. Her dark-bluish hair gave sheen from the moon light as it lay sprawled around her shoulders and framed her young face that is for now peaceful.
winter always reminds me of you.It never snowed last December, but it was always there on the horizon. Like a bad dream on the periphery of my vision, a relentless reminder that I don't ever have control over things the way I think I do. The way I want to. Recently, I realized that I feel everything a bit too sharply. The cold. The pain. The nothingness.winter always reminds me of you.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's heart wrenching. It's stomach twisting.
The minute you were gone, the air in my lungs left too. It's amazing how long you can live without breathing. It's much longer than anyone tends to claim. Truthfully, it's not even the thing I miss anymore. I only miss you. I miss the feelings. I miss anything that isn't the slow crack and settle of this old building. Or the familiar beating of my heart. The sun rising and falling from the sky each and every day.
I don't remember what it's like to not wake up to a pattern, but I do remember that it was so much better than this.
I used to never know what to expect. Now I have no expectations at all. It didn't take me long t
Prom15e to 13elieve - Poem.Prom15e to 13elieve - Poem.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People say that there are not that many Wonder Boys,
But I can simply say that that's a Love Disease,
And they'll have to say Sorry, Sorry.
Happiness isn't a Miracle,
It comes from Dancing Out and Shaking it Up when times are looking down.
Are you ready?
This is a Song for You,
To tell you Why I Like You.
So Smile and know that the beautiful Shining Star,
My Heartquake will forever go Boom Boom,
So know this Mr. Simple, I'm Yours, and you're My Everything.
The Moon Represents My Heart.
I'll Listen to You, Run to You,
And show you Between Right and Wrong.
I'll never give you my Resignation,
This is Who I Am,
I'm your Super Girl,
And you're my Super Man.
There is only one Way for Love,
During this Endless Moment,
Let's Keep in Touch.
There is no Reset.
these oceanic arteries are killing me.i'm drawn to the ocean in a way that's anything but beautiful. i don't want a welcome embrace, i just want it to consume me. 'cause the ocean is so heavy and right now i'm so fucking fragile.these oceanic arteries are killing me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i'll stand waist deep with the water curling tightly around me, lulling me further from the shore with the safe sung whispers of the wind as i let the waves crash into me. so that with each ebb and flow, piece by piece, the ocean can wash me away from you.
i can see myself crumbling away like the cliffs that surround the peaceful waters, and i wonder if your as fragile as i am right now. my breathing patterns have changed, as i don't want to be anything like you at all ever again.
it's not anything i'm proud of -- the way our worlds shifted and turned and collided to make the currents wash up on these shores with each of us standing at opposite ends of this expanse of water with no hope, no reason, no love, but it's the way things turned out. and now i should know better than to change everythi
we're all made of stories.We're all either made of cells or stories, but in your case, it's both. You're somehow bigger than what one body can contain. And I know that all of this all these words and breaths and spaces aren't enough to explain you. You're better than any fiction will ever be.we're all made of stories.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember sitting in the passenger seat of your car, watching the familiar city streets flick by, fast like a picture book. It felt like there was something I was missing between the pages and second story houses, but I couldn't place it. I had my arms wrapped tight around my middle, holding my insides in since I was afraid with every passing moment I would let their contents spill. You wouldn't look at me, but you kept talking. For the first time ever, I wished you would stop. You were telling me that you could never love me and I was completely aware that I had already foolishly followed you in too deep and now you were letting me know that you had been drowning for years. You were promising to take me und
confession to my most preciousyou're beautifulconfession to my most precious5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're a drop of perfection
you're so worthwhile and deserve only the best in life
and I can't promise you'll get it
but I can say you deserve it.
bodies like star systems.“the neighbor’s house smelledbodies like star systems.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the ocean when i walked past,” you say.
“it’s a sign that i’m drowning.”
“i stepped in two patches of fresh dirt.
it’s a sign that they’ll be digging my grave.”
“i saw the boy i’d lost my virginity to today.
it’s a sign that i’m going to cheat on you.”
“you wake me up with this shit,” he says in annoyance.
“is that a sign i should break up with you?”
“no,” you say, not looking at him, fighting
to keep smiling. “it means -”
he goes back to bed.
he thinks you don’t get it,
but you do.
he teaches you about chemistry,
about physics and the stars.
he teaches you that the universe is finite,
but constantly expanding;
he takes you hand to his chest, and says
“like my feelings for you.”
used to be, you thought he was your gravity
because you were so drawn to him
ex. noun, a former loverlike a misprint of temperamentex. noun, a former lover3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will go by and,
f a r e w e l l
i had you,
my dear. you left
and I always
thought we'd be fickle.
on an envelopewhy do my d's and l's look like yours when i write your name?on an envelope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's just been a little carousel,
spinning in pirouettes,
in my mind all day.
all i know is i'm glad i don't love you.
i don't know why you aren't relationship material-
in all honesty, you are.
i don't know why you treat me like your girlfriend-
kissing my forehead,
holding me gently,
touching me sweetly,
asking to see me,
sixty miles out of the way
in a city i can fall in love,
with no promise of sex-
all i know is i'm glad i don't love you,
& i hope it stays.
born to dieit has been a yearborn to die3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since you have made me cry
always being second
eats at your bones
and low standards
lead me nowhere
homecoming queenin a sea of no virtueshomecoming queen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cling to one lonely
rock, a representation of
my once strong morals
and i whimper against the
howling wind, my desires
trying to scream over
scratching down my back
like a cat sharpening its
claws - will it be swatted at
i don't want you to leave on
(that would be just silly)
the hope that i could've been
a good girl
because i'm not
yoursi am moreyours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my bones.
of my spine,
on my skin.
in your throat,
of your hands.
i am what lies
beyond the hike
of my skirt,
of my jeans,
the gossamer sheen
of my shirt-
Please leave a message after the toneMother, I've forgottenPlease leave a message after the tone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What the sun looks like,
What it feels like on my
Cellophane skin, cold as
Ice, I wonder if I will melt
Too if I try to get a glimpse.
I wonder if the sun is angry
At me for reminiscing with
The enemy. I'd be too, Angry
I mean. I never bothered to
Open the curtain to my tomb
[it is now much too stuffy to
Be a room] and my phone,
[Still connected with a wire]
Refuses to be kind. It must be
Angry too, I think. I might always
Be listening to the voices of those
That might as well be dead, they are
Always saying the same damn thing.
"Where are You?"
"Where have you been?"
"Why are you hiding,
You stupid thing?"
"Life waits for no one, not even you."
"Do you want to die in that room of yours,
Under your flowered bedspread, Surrounded
by the candles your sister Bought you for your
Do I? I would love a change of scenery,
But I cannot move. My bones have grown
Soft While I lay here trapped in the thoughts
Of Yesterday's misery. I'd much rath
this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.You were never meant for me.this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I knew it in the most obvious manner. It was in the way you had a subtle sort of comfort in your own skin a quiet and humble confidence while I struggled to make sense of the prints on my fingertips and the way one of my eyes crinkled in the corner more than the other when I smiled. You felt safe with yourself while I was always warring with my own reflection. Half the time, I didn't know who I was. A quarter of the time, I still don't. You would call this progress if you were here to see, but I just call it sad.
When you miss something for long enough, you start to forget the exact way that things happened. Or the exact way they happened to fall apart. For instance, I don't remember the first time you didn't call, but I do remember when you told me you loved me but not enough. It's never enough, is it? The point is you were gone before I could even say goodbye. You were gone before you were ever really here, but somehow I let myself bu