Ahkmenrah-The Untold ChaptersChapter OneAhkmenrah-The Untold Chapters5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: When Larry Daley's niece, Kayleigh, met the man of her dreams she never thought he would be an Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh who came to life every night. Can they keep their love alive or will it fall? AhkXOC -THE IN-BETWEEN CHAPTERS TO FILL THE SEAMS-
Ahkmenrah stared at Kayleigh with a dumbfounded look plastered on his face. "What is the purpose of this holiday?"
Kayleigh pointed to the bag of candy that was located at the entrance to the Ancient Egyptian Exhibit, ignoring the looks she was receiving from the Jackals, she replied. "For candy."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's...all?"
Kayleigh shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much...though it's believed that the barrier between this world and the next is weakened, so the ghouls and goblins roam free...until midnight at least..."
The blank look on Ahkmenrah's face caused her to laugh aloud. "I personally do this to get the candy as well as have an excuse to dress up."
Dropping his hands to his
Brutal Fists: AgonistesBrutal Fists: Agonistes10 months ago in Profiles More Like This
from Clive Barker's Tortured Souls
Sickle Drag: Agonistes swings his sickle onto his opponent and drags him/her towards himself.Chains Everywhere: He summons chains from the ground his opponent stands on and ties him/her up.
Swinging Cut: He swings his chained sickle around at his opponent.Arm Blade: He zips towards his opponent with a stab from a blade on his arm.
Surgeon Cutback: He slashes at his opponent with one of the mechanical operation blades. With those same blades, he picks up the opponent by the skull and uses another blade to stab him/her in the back, knocking him/her down.
Extreme Bodily Harm: Agonistes jams two mechanical blades from his back onto his opponent's shoulders. he lifts up the opponent and the blades r
Profile 001: MYTH SMITHProfile 001: MYTH SMITH3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Position: Title character/protagonist
A/K/A: The Mythsmith
Birth Name: Meshach Smith
Birthplace: North Carolina, United States of America
Approximate Age: 200 plus (physically about 31)
Height: 6' 2"
Occupation: Supernatural adventurer
History Brief: There is what we consider the "Real World", and then there is the "World of Magic". MYTH SMITH is the bridge between the two, charged with maintaining the balance ...whether he likes it or not.
Abilities: Myth has access to and is adept in the use of various magical weaponry/mystic artifacts from cultures across the globe (and beyond). He is a very capable fighter, having spent more than two centuries kicking ass (and occasionally getting his kicked).
Weaknesses: Each weapon/artifact takes a different toll on Myth...whether mental, physical, or spiritual (or any combination thereof).
Interests: Sailing, peace & quiet (you always
A Believer's Guide To AtheismA Believer's Guide to Atheism (by an ex-believer now atheist).A Believer's Guide To Atheism2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So you, our amazing religious protagonist, have recently uncovered that the person currently talking to you is an atheist. How, that depends. Maybe he or she rejected a religious gesture from you. Maybe it came up by an offhand remark. Maybe that person is very much involved with the public image of atheism. Who knows? Either way, it's out. So you either don't care and move on or, as we will discuss here, you feel it's essential to talk about it.
So before you do, stop. Take a deep breath. Let any kind of shock you may feel subside a little. Take a look at that person. Provided they weren't assholes to begin with, they'll still be nice to you. Provided you aren't at a Halloween party or under the influence of mind-altering substances, they probably haven't grown a set of horns and a pointy tail. They're just people and the majority is open for any discussion about their lack of belief. Yet that also means they can ge
Rest In PowerThere is a girlRest In Power2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That won't be able to grow up now.
Just because closed minded people,
Refused to use the right pronouns.
There is a boy
That won't be able to get married.
Or have a chance to change the world.
Because his mother abused him with her words.
I don't understand why people can't just see
Someone who looks or thinks differently.
And see something beautiful, something unique.
Instead they live in fear of the monster
That is diversity.
I am speaking to you, parents.
Of all the people us kids look up to.
It is you.
We look to you for guidance,
We look to you for reassurance
And we look to you for love.
If you can't accept the possibility
That your kid might turn out differently
Than you or other people's children.
Then don't have kids.
Because honestly to be a parent
You need love.
And that is something you obviously
ShyHiShy1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
That’s not right
My mother tells me
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
How can I say anything
When those words are choked by
My conscience rewriting
Words before I say them?
This internal struggle
A war between spontaneity
And getting the congress in my head
To decide what to say next
I wish what I think could be
Spread out on the big screen
Easily read by those who falter
Somehow thoughts transfer
Faster through my fingers
Than they do my brain
And perhaps that’s why my piano and I
Are such good friends
I’d rather be swimming in open water
Than be caught in a sea of people
They sense fear
Don’t say something stupid
Don’t draw attention
Don’t say anything at all
I was five
Holding my father’s hand
Hiding behind him
She’s just shy
Saying thank you was like
Giving a speech
But giving a speech would
Be preferable to being in a room
Of people I didn&
Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!Now, imagine this situation for a moment:Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and signs.
She wanted to go to the train station, as I later learned.
With your car it would have taken five minutes.
But we walked and that is also okay.
To be honest, you might think you've done more good than evil.
You might think there is a welcoming committee for you at the pearly gates.
I regret to inform you however, that
JUST A GAME.JUST A GAME.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I always had loved playing Pokémon, even at my age... I started with that cute little Pikachu game. Pokémon Yellow. Sadly, I never had Blue or Red. I had only seen it when I was trading around with my friend. From there on, I started collecting the games. Going from Pokémon Snap to the Trading Cards game, to the figures, the trading cards, Silver, Crystal, Sapphire, Emerald, Firered, twice even, Heartgold, Soulsilver and even Platinum, Explorers of Darkness, Diamond, Pearl, Trozei and Black and White on my little r4 card. However with all those games coming and the better graphics.. My Pokémon yellow lay forgotten in my drawer...
Until the day I decided to clean out my room. I had stumbled upon the yellow cartridge and couldn't help but smile in nostalgia. Without a second thought, I grasped my golden SP and pushed in the cartridge, sitting back against my mattress and watching the intro scene. I was met by the cheery Pikachu and couldn't help but snicker. I remembe
Pokemon: Anti-Christ VersionI remembered the First Time I ever got a video game, I was so ecstatic to be able to get my hands on a bulky, game boy color controller, but of course we all move on to other newer versions and stuff later on...Pokemon: Anti-Christ Version4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
...Like everyone else.
I was playing my DS one day, yeah the good first DS Lite, Not old to me, 100 years is old. People say everything is old nowadays...
I was playing it while waiting for my bus One day. Pokemon Platinum. Oh yes how I loved this generation.
While playing with my game, The bus finally arrived. I Paused it, Surprisingly, as I walked up the steps onto the vehicle; No one was on the bus, I turned my head to look at The bus driver; He looked emotionless, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair wild. Like mine. However his was more frizzy.I asked him if he was alright, he didn't move.
...After a few moments, He nodded when I finally gave him the usual toll, after I said my thanks for stopping for me. He started to drive.
I walked down the bus near the back
Creepypasta: Shattered Dreams-Human view-Creepypasta: Shattered Dreams4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It must have been the most joyous day in my life, I mean seriously! Who knew getting older was actually a good? Resting in my arms was my first pokemon, a present from my mother and father after they finally decided that I was strong enough to take on the challenge of raising pokemon to become a trainer. You see, I'm fifteen, about 7 years have been wasted in the hospital where I cling desperately to life. I was born with some condition but now I'm okay, healthy and strong.
The furball in my arms snuggled closer to me, letting out a excited sequel, oh how this thing was so cute with his large curved triangular ears with a wild creaming mane with brown fur coated with a unusual long tail. This eevee was my first ever pokemon! Tears slid down my checks and dropped onto his coat. Sensing me cry he looked at me "Vee?" He said, tilting his to the side, his brown eyes were clouded with worry. I smiled and buried my head deep into his coat, I hugged him more tightly, surprisingly
This Is Not A PrayerGodThis Is Not A Prayer1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I write this to you,
This is not a prayer
Not such an inconsequential waste of air,
I can hardly breathe
From on all the prayers
Wasted on your ears,
From how long I've knelt at your feet.
This is a letter
Sent from a grieving sinner
Whilst still clutching the hand
You stole from him
Two hands ,in fact,
One so small
I hardly noticed
When it ceased clutching me.
I write this to ask
Not to pray
As prayers seem to have no worth to you
Surely not mine at least.
I ask only
That you return them to me.
Let me clutch these hands
Till they might return my grasp.
Because as I am right now
I doubt, I could ever let them go.
I write this
Not to pray but to beg
Give them back to me.
Give them back.
I can't let them go.
Welcome to the CarnivalWelcome to the Carnival of Lost SoulsWelcome to the Carnival5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ghosts of the Midway
I woke in the middle of nothing, all that surrounds me is darkness, I'm confused, weird dreams about skeletons and shadow had been haunting me for the past few days, but certainly, this is the weirdest of them all. Shadows begin to dissipate as I look into the horizon. I begin to hear some noises, like children laughing and an old-fashioned music apparently circus-like, coming to me slowly and increasing as I get closer. Finally I come face to face with what appears to be the entrance to an old carnival, long ago forgotten, as the music plays a voice joins it, with no specific source
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the circus of the strange, the sideshow of the sinister and the theater of the bizarre. Enter a realm of dark wonders to indulge in your wickedest dreams, or if you dare, explore the shadows of your most diabolical nightmares. Cast your eyes upon the cruel oddities of nature, and behold monstrous creatures f
The Fallen Star - Ace Hardlight's StoryThe Fallen Star - Ace Hardlight's Story3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Fallen Star is a story based on the life of Ace Hardlight.
Somebody who is more well known to be a ruthless gladiator, a man with an unknown
heroic past and an uncertain future.
What happened after Ace was adopted from an orphanage, raised to become one of the greatest superheroes of the past. And what caused him to turn into a selfish and sadistic gladiator, the champion of DreadZone... several years later? Who were the Sonic 6; the group of heroes who adopted him? And what really happened to Ace after Ratchet defeated
him later on at DreadZone?
The Fallen Star will take you through his life as you uncover his successful past, up until his life was torn apart by a tragic accident. And why he chose to become a killer, rather than to resist the grasp of Gleeman Vox and his gladiator show. Watch how Ratchet reminds him of what he once was; defeating him and freeing him from Vox's grasp. An action which allowed Ace to begin his pathway to redem
The Villainess, The Valkyrie, and The HulkThe Villainess, The Valkyrie, and The Hulk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
The Villainess, The Valkyrie, and The Hulk
Walking out of the living room, Janet and Shego began to contemplate on what their next activity would be for the evening. It wasn't difficult for Janet to guess what, or rather whom to be more precise, Shego's thoughts were now focused on at this very moment. From the very beginning of the day, Janet and Shego noticed that Hulk had been distant, moreso than he usually is on a daily basis.
Neither Shego or Janet knew why Hulk was in such a mood, only that it was best for them to leave the Jade Giant alone in peace until he wished to speak with them on his own terms. Both women knew not to pressure or try to force Hulk into revealing what was truly bothering him. This could especially be said of Shego, who remembers quite a few times that Hul
SickSick4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Written from a prompt; requesting sabriel, sick sam, and fluff.
"Sam you sure you're going to be okay?" Dean asked watching his brother.
Sam just groaned and turned away from Dean, pulling the covers of the scratchy motel blanket closer around him. "Mm' fine."
"You look like road kill man." Dean teased and dodged a pillow that flew at his face. "Alright dude, take that cold medicine and I'll be back in a couple hours,"
"Be careful Dean " Sam called weakly from his jumble of blankets.
"Its a simple salt and burn Sammy, just get better." Dean told him and left, the purr of the impala reaching his ears as his brother pulled away.
Sam turned over again, failing to find a comfortable resting position and grabbed a tissue from the box on the night stand, blowing his stuffy nose. He hated being sick, he was completely useless like this. He finally rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and scrunched his face in annoyance. "This sucks!" he yelled at the empty room. He put an arm
Fox and Krystal: FatesOne year after Fox had saved Krystal they both had feelings for each other but neither could let it out at all. Krystal waited and waited for Fox to let his feelings out to her but still nothing came. Until one fateful day that Destiny would change for the better for these two. It was one night in the Great Fox that Krystal had trouble sleeping and Fox was also having the same issues when he decided to go to the bridge.Fox and Krystal: Fates5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Fox: I want to say it to her but the words never come. Father if your out there please lend me the courage to tell Krystal how I really feel about her.
Krystal: *in her room in tears* Fox....why won't you tell me...I wanna be with you forever...
Fox and Krystal stood inside the Great Fox in seperate rooms and then Fox decided to do the impossible. He built up so much courage and knew how brave his father was even towards women and struts all the way to Krystal's door.
Fox: *thinking* Ok Fox if you can defeat Andross and save the Lylat system this is easy *sh
AoiKai - PLayful LoveKai went out to sit on his porch. Aoi went join him shortly after he talked to Ruki on the phone.AoiKai - PLayful Love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Aoi gave him a peace sign and said "Yo"
Kai smiled a little lovingly. Aoi went to sit next to him and wrapped an arm around Kai's waist.
"How're you?" he asked leaning into the guitarists embrace.
"Alright. Just spoke with Ruki about the new single" he replied tightening the embraced.
"How are you?"
"Oh really? That should change"
"Why? There's only one person I want.
"Exactly why I'm here.
Kai smiled and teasingly leaned back.
"Lean back more and I might have to chase after you."
Kai giggled and leaned forward again "Sorry Aoi.
"As much as I was looking forward to the chase this is still good"
"Should I run?" he asked playfully licking his boyfriends lower lip.
"Maybe I don't think it's good to... taint little kids minds" he replied licking up Kai's jaw.
Kai smiled closing his eyes "So you want me to r
Psychology Of Psychonauts Pt.2Psychology Of Psychonauts Pt.27 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Boyd Cooper: The Milkman Conspiracy
That doesnt fit in! That doesnt fit in at all! Maybe Ive got this all wrong!
-Boyd Cooper, Psychonauts
From the moment Raz meets Boyd and is thusly greeted with a startled cry of Who are you working for? there are obvious signs about how paranoid the poor guard is. The scribbles behind him on the wall in chalk are webs of seemingly unrelated events and people, all interrelated according to Boyd. You can even listen to him mutter under his breath by standing near him. When you ask him to let you in, he responds Sorry, the Milkman has the key. I am not the Milkman. Im the Guard.
However, the extent of his affliction is only truly obvious when you enter his mental world, aptly named The Milkman Conspiracy. The mental world takes on the shape of a seemingly innocent suburban neighborhoo
Psychology Of Psychonauts Pt.1Psychology Of Psychonauts Pt.17 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Introduction: What is Psychonauts?
The human mind. 600 miles of synaptic fiber. 5 ½ ounces of cranial fluid. 1500 grams of complex neural matter. A 3-pound pile of dreams. But Ill tell you what it really is: it is the ultimate battlefield and the ultimate weapon. The wars of this modern age, the psychic age, are all fought somewhere between these damp, curvaceous, undulations. From this day forward you are all psychic soldiers. Paranormal paratroopers. Mental marines who are about to ship out on the adventure of their lives. This is our beachhead and this is your landing craft. You shall engage the enemy in his own mentality. You shall chase his dreams, you shall fight his demons, you shall live his nightmares. And those of you who fight well, you will find yourself on the path to becoming international secret agents.
SugarcoatYou were supposed to be there,Sugarcoat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shining light to guide me home
Instead you abused me,
Letting me fall through the cracks
You let me down.
It's so painfully obvious
That you don't care.
You aren't the one who has to suffer,
You weren't the one counting on it;
You were the one who promised to be there...
But you aren't.
Instead, I'm all alone;
And I have to admit
I kind of like it better this way,
Being blunt is so much easier
Than wasting a single breath
To sugarcoat all the pain...
In this darkened, hallowed place,
Where even Hell is above me...
You are not capable of understanding
How very close I am to ending it all,
And you don't care
Because it isn't happening to you...
You said you'd always be there,
But you are not;
You are nothing...
Because I am nothing to you.
SagaxHiroto Chapter 2.Piip... Piip.... Piiip....SagaxHiroto Chapter 2.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Saga sighed as he laid his head on the edge of the hospital bed and listened to the sound of the machine telling that his love was alive. That piiping was the happiest thing in Saga's life at the current moment. It told that Hiroto was alive.
It had been already 3 months since Hiroto's body got too weak and it went into coma to protect him. Saga sort of blaimed himself for Hiroto's condition. He believed that he had made Hiroto have sex too much even thought he had been very ill. Thought the doctors said it had almost nothing to do with the illness. Only if it was too rough and Saga had been very gentle, everytime. Once Hiroto even had to tell Saga to go faster.
Saga lifted his head from the bed when the nurse came in to the room and he tried to smile to her a little. It was the least he could do when she had had to see Saga everyday for past 3 months, on verge of crying next to Hiroto's bed.
"Anything new today, Takashi-kun?" she asked as she checked the mac