Big Hero 6: Warm Warm.Big Hero 6: Warm7 months ago in Drama More Like This
That was the first thing he thought of at the mention of his friend’s name. Granted, one didn’t typically consider a robot warm… or a friend… but Baymax was different. Any other science nerd at school would argue that he was just a machine with incredibly advanced AI, but Hiro chose to believe that Baymax was special.
It was almost like he had a piece of Tedashi in him. He was kind and caring and always knew just what to do or say to cheer Hiro up. Maybe he really was just a robot, but Hiro would never accept that. Baymax was his best friend.
That’s how Hiro was feeling. Not only because of the rapidly dropping temperature, the frigid wind and the icy rain that had him soaked to the skin as he stood in the m
I'm Ready to lose Everything but YouHis head felt heavy. His heart felt small and dried up. His stomach felt in caved. And his soul felt empty. Hiro still had trouble on every anniversary of Tadashi's death. True he was happy he had his family and Baymax, but of course a part of his heart would always have a place for Tadashi. Today Hiro wasn't sure if he could handle it. Aunt Cass had offered to help him, being the sweet aunt she was, but Hiro turned her down saying he was fine.I'm Ready to lose Everything but You7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meanwhile Baymax was quite aware of Hiro's sadness and he wanted to help his little patient/best friend in anyway that he could. Baymax gently waddled up to Hiro and sat down beside him. "You are feeling troubled about Tadashi aren't you Hiro?" Baymax asked in his robotic tone. Hiro gently faced him, his face still red and puffy from crying. "Yeah I am feeling that way Baymax" he replied sadly.
"I would like to help" Baymax then gently placed his arms around Hiro as the boy snuggled into his safe and warm embrace. Hiro smiled at the comfort. "Th
BH6: More Than Just ProgrammingOrange flames devoured the walls around him, singeing his hair and licking at the exposed flesh on his face, neck and hands. His breathing became heavy and labored as the black smoke filled his lungs.BH6: More Than Just Programming7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Tadashi?” he whispered. “Tadashi?”
He began to cry out his brother’s name as loud as he could, desperate to find him and save him from the fire!
“Tadashi!” He choked on the smoke, clutching his chest and dropped to his knees. Pain raked over his body as he felt the flesh melting from his bones.
He touched his face. It felt like jello.
“Tadashi! Tadashi, please answer me!”
He wanted to cry, but the immense heat had sucked the water from his body. His head spun, his vision faded.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Please.”
Hiro opened his eyes, aware that his face and pillow were wet from tears. He looked across the
my artistreach into the night skymy artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and smudge the moon and stars
with the pad of your thumb
like you would charcoal,
like i want to do
to your lips.
make the sky blue-black
for us, love.
you were the infideli told you there is a difference between wanting to kill yourselfyou were the infidel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wanting to die.
you said you didn't care, i could do either
i taught you how to climb a pine tree
and how to tie your shoelaces one-handed;
i sang you the alphabet backwards until you knew it by heart
(you knew me by heart).
sometimes i would weave daisies through your hair
and you would keep them there
until they wilted.
once i dared you to scale the neighbor's fence and
bring me a tomato from her garden.
i thought you knew i wasn't serious
but you vaulted up and back over with a tomato in your hand.
you told me you would do anything, anything for me
and i just laughed.
if there's one thing i want most, it's to see
daisies in your hair one more time:
that way maybe part of you
will look alive.
i know you've already wilted.
i think the day you jumped that fence,
your heart hit the ground running and
you said you would do anything for me:
i guess you meant anything
Dave x Reader: No Heaven[THE OUTSKIRTS OF HOUSTON, TEXAS @ 10:43 A.M.]Dave x Reader: No Heaven2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Oh Lord (oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord)...
Oh boy, oh well I told you
Well I told you, but I thought you'd know
“I fucking told you it was coming, Strider!”
“Does that really matter now? Grab the weapons and run!”
You yanked the machine guns off the wall, loading them and throwing one to Dave.
There ain't no heaven
Oh Lord, there ain't no heaven
There ain't no heaven
On the county road
They were everywhere. Who knew a little-
Well, it wasn't little. When the powerplant exploded, the disease spread through nearly half the nation overnight. The few survivors could be infected any minute. And what would they become?
“What type a’ cliche apocalypse is this?”
Don't talk about it
Oh boy, don't talk about it
Don't talk about it
If you do, I'll cry
“So what do you think happened in there that caused it to explode?”
“I don’t know, but there&
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S LewisAn extension of How not to Write Love Interests1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
Thursday Night Escape- Part 5 Part Five-Thursday Night Escape- Part 52 years ago in Drama More Like This
(Name)’s eyes slowly cracked open. She groaned and stared up at the ceiling. Where was she? The last she remembered was falling in front of someone’s house. Looking to her left, she saw one of the two people she actually liked, Sollux. He was holding her hand while sleeping with his face buried in the crook of his arm, his head lying on the bed (Name) was on. The broken girl smiled and lifted her right hand to brush some hair out of his face and saw it entombed in white plaster. She stared at it, confused. Why was her hand in a cast? She doesn’t remember getting hurt, maybe she accidentally fell out of a tree or something, though she knew that wasn’t the case. She may not remember how it happened, but she knew that it had to do with her mother. Her mother, her ever hateful mother had something to do with this, she just knew it. Taking a big breath, (Name) winced. Why does it hurt to breath and why is a breathing thingy in her nose? Why didn
MvA riffs on cockroach factsCockroaches prefer warm temperatures around 84 degrees Fahrenheit and do not tolerate cold. They die at temperatures below 15 degrees Fahrenheit.MvA riffs on cockroach facts6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Susan: Bob! No! Get Dr. Cockroach out of the freezer!
During the summer months, they can be found outdoors in yards and alleys.
Dr. Cockroach: Yes, time to work on my tan.
They can enter structures by being brought in, coming up from the sewer system via drains
Link: I called emerging from the sewers, get your own cool entrance doc.
Both sexes are fully winged. The wings of males extend beyond the tip of the abdomen, while females' do not. They are poor to moderately good fliers.
Bob: *peeks underneath Dr. Cockroach's lab coat* Hey doc! Where are your wings?
Female cockroaches produce many different sex pheromones to attract a suitable mate.
Dr. Cockroach: Susan, you fin
The DancerThe Dancer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are an unidentifiable figure,
Flitting and twirling across the stage,
Lingering before the boundary of light and shadow,
Grinning as you watch those illuminated stumble.
The audience watches as you spin out past the curtain,
Oblivious to your secret life backstage.
Unable to hear the slander you whisper to your peers,
Engrossed only by the dancer onstage who trips.
The dancer flees the stage after her brief spell before the crowd,
Biting her fist to hold back her tears,
Having lost an opportunity to redeem herself,
Distracted by the escalating scandal among her company.
The dancer composes herself,
Ignoring the malicious glances cast toward her,
Pretending to be deaf to the hushed snickers,
Striding past in search of reconciliation.
The dancer finds you in the darkness,
Enveloped in the embrace of an unknown man,
Breathing promises of forever in his ear,
Charming him with your sweet smile and delicate touch.
The audience observes the dancer's elegant reentrance,
A Gift, A Curse, A Fiend.A Gift, A Curse, A Fiend.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Show me the sense in your behavior.
Let me see the dignity within your arrogance.
Or is there anything of significance at all?
Can you not prove the invalid points,
that you so violently attempt to make?
Or should be so obvious to me,
That you are truely oblivious
to the Hell around you.
There is no purpose.
There is no cause.
There is no Reason.
The only thing that derives from your acts,
Are the effects of hate and idiocy it has.
You are so vane and corrupt...All must be for you,
Yet like that of a spoiled child,
gifts of kinds any, shall never please you.
Such a shame that you've let your pride consume you.
For your potential is wasted, and your desires are flawed.
Ethically, you are wasted, morally you are destroyed...
May your vanity change you for better or worse,
Lest you should take off this mask of yours,
God forbid, pride is simply the mask of arrogance.
At least something that means something to me,
is something at all.
Hetalia - Kiku, The Boy Who Drew CatsOnce upon a time somewhere in Asia, there lived a little boy called Kiku Honda. He lived in a nice house with his guardian Wang Yao along with some adoptive siblings. While the other children were very helpful, all Kiku ever did was draw pictures of cats in the dirt with his stick. This strange obsession had being going on ever since he was able to clench his fists and his family couldn't staHetalia - Kiku, The Boy Who Drew Cats3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm not Giving up on YouIt had been awhile since Hiro had had any dreams about memories of the past with Tadashi, but he didn't mind them too much, because they gave him a purpose to feel happy like Tadashi was still with him in some way. But tonight for some reason when he went to sleep he began to dream about a past memory of him and Tadashi together, and how his big brother helped him so well that night.I'm not Giving up on You6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been almost a year and a half before Tadashi had died. They had gone out to see a concert together, and then he took Hiro to watch some bot fights because he kept insisting on it. They were starting to walk home after the bot fights were over. "Did you see how that guy totally crushed the other guy's bot! man! maybe one day I'll be as good as that!" Hiro exclaimed excitedly. Tadashi just gave a chuckle. "Don't push it kid! you still have a way to go first!" Tadashi laughed. Hiro shrugged. "I guess your right". The boys laughed together as they began to cross the street.
Hiro was in front of Tadashi,
i have time to be a skeleton (lightheaded)i am all white noise -i have time to be a skeleton (lightheaded)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
ipecac gums &
the grey matter in between
my ears is cotton, tulle, &
vile, vile boy,
i wish i could spit out
in the place of
words & emetics
dead birds detach my
skull from my throat, split
my brain steam in two
Don't Let Go Chapter 3Don't Let Go Chapter 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
The teens were getting deeper into the tunnels of Mt. Silver. The deeper they went into the cave, the darker their surroundings were.
Crystal was really unsure if they should even be searching that deep into the mountain. They could easily get lost. "Um, Gold? I think we should go back " Crystal said with a worried voice.
Gold looked back at Crystal and smirked, but Crystal didn't quite see it, because of the darkness around them. "Oh, is the serious gal scared of the dark?" he said and snickered. That really made Crystal angry, but she wasn't in a mood for another fight with Gold.
"No, I'm not, Gold. I just think that Red must be looking for us now" the girl said and crossed her arms. Then an idea passed through her mind. She quickly started looking into her small bag. Gold looked curiously at her.
"What're you doing?" Gold said while getting closer to the girl. After a few seconds, Crystal pulled a Pokeball out of her bag and threw it in front of them. A bright red light fil
mescalinewe raise bygone czarsmescaline1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to walk amongst the living
like travelers in blue skulls,
& i am a preacher
made of offhand remarks &
long-healed headaches -
oh, the whole world is catatonic.
Run Little Rabbit, RunYou sit silently, painfully pondering, torn.Run Little Rabbit, Run1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering if your nightmares will stop.
You shake as you start awake,
Twisting beneath the covers, eyes flickering.
Panic seizes your heart, bile rising.
You hold it back, barely; panting.
You watch quietly as shadows dance.
Glad for your freedom from dreams.
You turn on your side, sighing,
Believing that your torment is over...
But that is when you realize,
As the ceiling sprouts blooded eyes
And as the walls crumble. That
Your terror has only just begun...
So run little rabbit, run away.
Or it won't be fun, this game we play...
-Siddhartha Chen, 29th May 2014
RoseWhy do girls want roses?Rose1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why feel the grappling
bite of the thorns
and have your fingers
turn the color of red petals
Is that why roses are red
red with the blood
of those who held their
much too tight
shetar-tongued;she2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bones & star-
fever burns &
A Gravedigger's Apprentice: Ch 1Old Man SuttersA Gravedigger's Apprentice: Ch 111 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dragging the corpse of a full grown man was awkward. Even in life, the beer-bloated Mr. Sutters hadn't been fond of moving, and apparently not even death could change his ways. The cocooned body made a horrible slithering sound as the unwrapped feet scraped the frozen ground, and Horatio was reminded why he hated his job. In warmer months, Sir would help him carry the corpse and the shovel, but alas; Sir’s arthritis thrived in cold weather, leaving him useless and Horatio dragging the fat body alone using his own, disproportionately slim weight. The clouds that occasionally drifted over the half-moon didn’t help either.
Sir was grinning at him, Horatio could see, Sir’s long yellow teeth glinting gold in the light cast from the lantern he held in his craggy hands. “Don’ hurry now, sonny, but the doc
Rise Of The Fallen Part 1Contains: FeelingShippingRise Of The Fallen Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's been two months since Red's Departure. Yellow, the young healer sat at the windows of her home, expecting her champion to return just as he promised. It was seldom that she ate, occasionally forgets to sleep, and rarely attends to her duties as a Pokedex Holder. And even if she were to answer the summons of the Pokedex Holders, the smile that everyone craved to see and her loving nature faltered. Things weren't the same.
The feelings of the young Healer towards her champion were silenced. The yearning to tell Red continued to strain within her mind day by day. Eventually, her Pokedex Holders began to visit her. Yet everyone received the same treatment, a simple nod and a dead smile as they talked.
Yellow, once the girl that could make everyone and anyone smile. The girl that lifted everyone's spirits was dead. She was just an empty shell, her masquerade was now seen to all. The Pokedex Holders who relied on her, who took her for granted, was now jus
Crayons"What are you drawing?"Crayons4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He hovered behind a small girl. Her hand was curled clumsily around one of the many markers she had strewn across her desk, the manila paper in front of her receiving mark after colorful mark from her enduring imagination. To him, it looked like a series of haphazardly scribbled lines, overlapping and crisscrossing with no discernable pattern whatsoever.
"Crayons," she breathed silently, concentrating on her masterpiece. The girl barely moved, save for her small arm swishing across the page noisily on its sacred mission. She then slammed the marker down offensively on the desk, scrutinizing the rest of her arsenal before delicately picking another she had yet to use.
Crayons? With markers? he thought to himself. He'd been a teacher for only two years now and knew ultimately that a surprise would come from the mouth of at least one of his students with every passing day. Looking at the drawing now, he smiled.
Rather than speaking his mind, he si
feverThis lovefever5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingers into flesh
so that -
even in stillness