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
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
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.
CreepypastaXReader-part 1Your POVCreepypastaXReader-part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You walk out of a bar completely wasted with two of your friends stumbling behind you. As you walk out the alcohol starts to sink in. man twice in one week I’ve gone to this bar. You think, maybe I have a slight drinking problem. As that conscious question sinks in you are brought back to reality. “Hey girls I’m gonna head home I’m starting to get a migraine.” You say while trying not to fall over into a coma. “Ok if you say so ‘name’.” Martha responds trying to hold up a very heavily intoxicated Lia. You start to hurry home and while doing so you wonder which way is the fastest. I could go through the woods and go in through the back of my house but, that might be too dangerous. You think about it for a while but, when you’re drunk even if you think about the decision for hours you will always make the wrong one. Ok, you decided, you
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-
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
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
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.
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
emalineshe was a quite sort of girl, he had observed. the kind of girl you wanted to say you knew because it meant you held a piece of the puzzle others could only wonder about. in knowing what was hidden to others, you became special. she was the sort of girl who ripped her favourite pages from books and tucked them carefully into her palm, then snugly into the worn pockets of her grandfathers cardigans, which she said were the only ones that fell just right on her small frame. she collected words in her perfect pout keeping secrets and promises and words that just roll of the tongue, but never rolled off hers just right- so she kept them hidden inside where she was perfect. her eyes spoke a million words a minute that he often found himself tripping over them if he looked too deeply; but just like looking into a flame he was completely consumed, he knew it- she didn't.emaline4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was an oblivious sort of girl, he had observed. but she was his sort-of girl.
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
Burn Me. [Tadashi Hamada.]Burn Me. [Tadashi Hamada.]8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
So this story will include: Spoilers from the movie "Big Hero 6" Don't like, Don't READ. Thank youuuu.
“Tadashi!!!” Your voice seemed to echo through the long void of light in front of you, and your hands helplessly flailed in front of you, searching for that warm hand that you remember so well, yet, now as you thought about it, your mind drew a blank. Your eyes were shut now, the tingly feeling of tears streaking across your face was the only thing you wanted to feel. Your knee was bleeding, as a result of falling to the ground in a hopeless attempt to stop him before he treasured ahead like a true hero. ‘Please don’t leave me…’ You wanted to say before he couldn't hear you, but alas, your voice gave out before anything could become a coherent sentence.
The inevitable always happens, you used to say, there was a fixed point for everything in the universe. You just wished, as your eyes poured more and more tears and as your fingers clut
C is for Confession.1.C is for Confession.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Listen closely, love (who could have been mine).
You held my heart so delicately with your strong, naked palms that it frightened me unbelievably so. For the warmth you showered me in was too warm, too gentle, and I born from winter's chill was terrified to melt, to undergo such a transformation.
Not even for you
Listen closely, love (who still holds me close).
I'm going to break your heart, but not while you're at home. I will break it somewhere far, far away. That way, at least the pieces can be left there, nowhere near here, so you won't cut your fingers in your attempts to pick them all up.
Listen closely, love ( who refuses to let me go).
C may be for confession, but I is not for I-love-you it's for impossible.
Mother, Dearest.I hate her.Mother, Dearest.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every time she speaks to me,
my insides boil
the most animalistic
guttural sounds fight to escape
You don't understand,
You don't know
So don't treat me like your
I'm getting close to the breaking point
I want to scream,
make you go away
and leave forever.
I'm not some trash you can
abuse and order around.
Take your patronizing glares
and put them
I'm done with you,
Cant Stop These Thoughts [LevixReader]No matter how hard you tried, recently, you could not get him out of your mind. You thought that you could easily accept the fact that you were unrequitedly in love with your superior, but recently he would not leave your mind. And it’s not just simple stuff anymore, like the thought of hugging him, or maybe holding his hand and kissing his forehead.Cant Stop These Thoughts [LevixReader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
No, recently it had gotten a LOT worse, and you couldn’t seem to control it. Stuff like him grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a kiss, or pushing you against a wall and claiming your neck with kisses and bites, forcing moan after moan from your mouth, or him pushing you over his desk and-!
You interrupted your own thoughts and quickly slammed your head into the table in front of you.
Your friends all stopped their conversations and looked over at you, with your head still on the table. Moving your hands to either side of your head you mentally screamed at yourself.
‘How on earth can I think about my superior this
i'm not going to say i've missed youthere is enough air in mei'm not going to say i've missed you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to shatter the ocean.
i will tell you straight,
another thousand miles
would not dim the stars
i hold for you.
the aches in my thumbs
forceful and hollow,
strong enough to
kill a rabbit.
i never want to meet
someone like you again.
i never want to move on,
i never want to move -
i want to wait
where i sit, bleeding,
until you come around.
i will know this
by the way your eyes
in the car,
creating stars in the dark
of its cab,
a personal night sky.
i will never let slip
the secrets you have left
on my skin;
the secret ways
in which you loved me,
and only me.
i will lick my cuts
and hope to heal,
and press memories of our bodies,
two interlocking spirals,
to the backs of your eyelids
so that you will remember us
as we were,
as the first and last things
when you come and go
from an ocean-deep slumber.
A Kitsune of Two WorldsA Kitsune of Two WorldsA Kitsune of Two Worlds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There once lived a young samurai in the outskirts of Kyoto. It was the time of Feudal wars and harsh emperors. The samurai returned from an extended campaign against a warring nation and was awarded his own plot of land for excellence showed during combat.
On this humble plot of land the samurai grew meager field of rice and a hand full of other vegetables to live off of.
The samurai was always quiet and he rarely spoke to anyone. He worked alone in his fields every day. He rarely left his home and only done so when he was in dire need of something he could not grow or make himself. The only other exception was when he took a break to visit his own small Inari shrine he built himself after being given the land.
The Emperor found out about his plans and graciously donated a blessed statue created by a skilled artisan. A small gathering of Shinto priests presented the statue to the young samurai and gave their blessings and prayers to the shire.
One late night the