Contest: Suits HerMelissa was rather puzzled at what lay before her.Contest: Suits Her4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"A... Pikachu costume? Made of latex?"
She had walked into the sitting room to find a package, opened, and the suit in question lying crumpled on the floor. The package was addressed to her friend Haruhi Atsume, but somehow if this was what had been delivered it was not the usual place she would leave such a thing,and not so carelessly.
The blonde picked up the yellow object, a complete human-shaped suit, complete with a hood-mask. The two eye holes revealed something else unusual. Inside the Pikachu costume was a Meowth costume.
She wondered why the two costumes were bundled inside each other. It didn't make much sense. Were they supposed to be this way? Well, it was Haruhi's costumes... apparently.
"Oh. She must have went to phone them and tell them the package is wrong... She must have only wanted one. But surely she should have put it back in the box?"
She checked the box. It said it had been delivered near
Crown King: Chapter ONEChapter One:Crown King: Chapter ONE2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hooves thudded over the ground as two horses sped across the cobbled streets of the capitol city, Eltzlo. The city was the grand jewel of the planet Oddacariis, as it was a central hub of trading, royalty, rich merchants and tourists.
"Sorry!" Armeo yelled at scattering people in his path. "Coming through!"
"You don't think you'll stay in front for long, do you?" His brother yelled at him from behind. They were both racing through the streets on palace stallions. Red dust flew up as Armeo accidentally knocked over a barrel of spice. "My apologies!" He called over his shoulder at the seller, who was waving his hands angrily.
"Keep racing like that and you could possibly end up riding party ponies for birthdays," Silas caught up to him and gave him a challenging glare.
"Oh-ho!" Armeo grinned and bent lower. "Let's see how you prance, princess!"
They galloped on at a feverish pace, past bright tents and stalls. Soon they were out of the Market and into the shopping district.
Why Not? - Part 1(WARNING! The following text contains elements of Transformation/Detachable Bodies/Mad Science. If you do not care for any of the aforementioned topics, just leave.)Why Not? - Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're a what?" I screamed over the rowdy bar. It was getting pretty late, so there were drunken idiots everywhere, making a huge ruckus. It was hard to hear what he was saying.
"A -----!!" He grinned at me, with a strange look in his eyes. As I stared at the odd bartender across the countertop, looking deep into his eyes, it was as if there was a slight twinkle. I still couldn't hear what he was saying though. "Do you want to -------?!"
"Want to what?!" I shouted back. He shook his head, unable to hear my voice. He grabbed my arm and started motioning for us to leave.
I shrugged, pounded back the rest of my drink, and let him lead the way. He was pretty cute, but I hoped he wasn't one of those crazy guys I probably shouldn't even have followed him. I probably wouldn't have, if I hadn't been drunk. Looking
Five Kisses 1A Loki Story (Pre-Thor/Avengers).Five Kisses 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
A book and a bargain are just the beginning of Loki and Sigyn's relationship... LokixSigyn.
Chapter One: Searching For A Book
The Asgardian library was one far different to those found on Midgard. The Asgardian library was more a colossal hall devoted to the safe-keeping of many old and precious books left there to accumulate over the years. It differed also as it was not a place for the borrowing of books, unless you happened to get on the good side of the Archive Keeper- a good side that was very hard to locate as his love and dedication for the books he cared for far outweighed his feelings for his fellow Asgardians.
In fact, it often took many years of reading and treating books with 'the care they deserved' under his vigilant watch before he would allow anyone to take a book from the giant hall. Even the
Noctis Timeo CH 6Noctis Timeo CH 69 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gotham Cemetery. It was always a cheery place to be certain, but on a moonless night like that brisk November night you might even want to move in for a while. This was of course sarcasm – and this was the sarcasm of Dick Grayson, otherwise known as Robin, as he followed Batman to the tower in the middle of the graveyard. The weatherman hinted at there being snow tonight, but so far it was a very icy, miserable sight, windless, eerily quiet. The kind of night that made one's blood run cold.
As Robin looked up at the sky he thought back to when he was very young and could not wait for the first snowfall of winter to go sledding. It brought a sad sort of smile to his face remembering those times. He turned his head towards Batman and found himself trying to imagine a young Bruce Wayne sledding down hill with a cheery smile on his face, but he failed dismally.
Batman and Robin scanned the area,
My BrotherMy Brother3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thor, my love, let me introduce your little brother. His name is Loki. You must be nice to him. Being a good big brother."
Little Thor looked up the baby that her mother kept. Loki baby was so cute with her hair black as a crow and his big green eyes. He smiled in his mother's arms, trying to grab her hair with his small hand.
"Would you like to hold your brother?"
Young Thor nodded. Sitting on the bed of his parents with his mother, he held out his arms and was handed his little brother. He was so small wrapped in his blanket. So calm. Frigga looked at his two children with emotion while Thor looked at his brother with a look of more concentrated. Finally, the young god smiled
FF : Some Tears Never FallFF : Some Tears Never Fall1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Leaves dance around my feet as I sit watching the sun dip low. The night is coming faster now, swallowing the light with a ravenous hunger, a lover’s hunger. There’s an ocean in my mind, churning my thoughts and drowning me. It’s worse tonight than it has ever been. His face is a rippling memory ebbing away with the waves and his blue eyes match the color of the deepening forever of my mind.
“I miss you.” Saying it aloud holds little comfort, but something about hearing my own voice pronounce it so carefully, so quietly. My little secret. Leon…
The memories of his tender voice, always so understanding and passionate, it moves over me like a ghostly breath. He’d never taken me at face value, his keen eyes always searching for something more. The truth. He’s always been the strong one.
Darkness is creeping wistfully across the trees and buildings, engulfing them in her loneliness as she watches her bright companion disappear
Utter Madness"You have my word." Twilight Sparkle put her hoof over her heart and looked solemnly at Rarity. "Losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend." She nodded quickly. Despite the weirdness of the person she'd learned it from, it was sound advice, and she'd taken it to heart. She opened her mouth to speak again.Utter Madness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"FOREVEEEER." Pinkie Pie burst out of the sponge bucket by her leg and glared daggers at Twilight. Rarity didn't seem to notice, having long since tuned out the pink pony's strangeness.
"Oh Pinkie Pie You are so random! And yet, you still follow a set of rules. True, they play fast and loose with the physics of your world, but you do still have them. You come out of left field, spout something strange but true, and disappear again, only to reappear in the next frame doing something nearly completely different. It's as if you're more enlightened than the average pony."
Two men in
reasons why we should be in loveif I couldreasons why we should be in love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’d love you like
those couples who grow
into each other and make
poetry out of body language
and wear one another’s
weaknesses when they get
too heavy and talk about
the weather without ever really
meaning the weather at all;
and you’d keep me from
falling asleep in the ocean
and I’d lie about little
things, always confusing
Sunday for Tuesday and
you for somebody with
the same face who
was always afraid of
me. you’d chuckle and
hold me and I’d cave in to
you like the hungry tide
and you’d say I looked
beautiful when I cried
and I wouldn’t believe you
but I’d cry more anyways.
if people were alive,
you’d be the brightest
one. I don’t have much
to offer but I could write you
a million dedications
in the sand, and give you
pocket change when you
needed a wish; I could
take you to New Zealand
to paint water lilies or England
to go skydiving or Italy
to fall in love and mean it
and I would promise you
the moon an
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
Too late_.Too late_.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I waited too long that the autumn leaves
changed into all the colours they possibly
could and cluttered the streets.
The bitter crackling noises quietly
mocked me as I walked over the
leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.
Winter's blizzards were no match
for the frostbite that punctured my
Dare I say, without your love
my heart felt colder than snow. Even
the snowman was better off and he
had no soul.
As bright and arduous
as the summer sun,
its heat waves cannot melt away the
feelings I had grown towards you.
In a battered, old box, I had
stored the countless handwritten letters
that I had never intended to give.
It's too late now to even give it a second
thought. But they haunt me, and remind
me of how I feel.
Time has played its tricks
as the days turned into weeks
and the weeks
turned into months
months progressed on to a year.
It is still a mystery, how time
escaped itself fro
Self ImageI'm not very prettySelf Image2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not very tall
Honestly, i don't like my self at all
You may ask me why
And I couldn't really say
Its just something i deal with everyday
Most days I deal with it
Most days I am glad
But there are days when I get really sad
I look in the mirror
I don't like what I see
And that's when I wish I wasn't me
I'm not very pretty
I'm not very tall
Honestly, I don't like my self at all