L4D fanfic - Hunter x WitchShe lifted her head at the sounds of muttered growls and shuffling feet like she did every night. Her fellow kind were doing their normal routines, it being either fighting one another or pacing about in a haze. The only ones she had come to trust were different from the rest, just like she was. They only went by the names that the gun-men had given them since they couldn't remember their real names.L4D fanfic - Hunter x Witch3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Smoker limped over towards her, coughing and hacking into his fist. He helped her to her feet and escorted her over to the others. Hunter looked over at her from his dark corner while Boomer waddled over. Tank sat in the middle of the room, breathing heavily and fingers twitching with semi-contained rage. These three were the only ones she could have any kind of contact with.
Hunter stood and growled out "Witch, the survivors have come back with more weapons. We need you to do what you do best. If one of those bastards shoot you, attack them with all your might." She lowered her gaze to th
Ib - Memories Crannies - IntroductionIntroductionIb - Memories Crannies - Introduction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since the visit at that gallery there seemed to be something different in her. For one, there had been a lemon candy in her pocket. Considering she hated those, it was very unlikely that she should find one in her pocket. She didn't always hate them; but they now appeared to install a sense of despair in her. Then came the fact that she couldn't look at a rose without watering it and cried if she saw a wilted one; red roses too but especially blue ones. And when she had suddenly had a craving for macaroons, to say that her parents looked at her strangely was the understatement of the year. Among these, were other bizarre happenings: she rapidly grew a fond passion for the outdoors and the sun, which she seemed to think, may disappear; she absolutely hated all crayons and she had a particular disliking for palette knifes. Not that there was much occasion to use one. The Guertena gallery had certainly established a mountain of questions in her mind that
Hunter X Witch- Love HurtsHunter X Witch- Love Hurts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was dark, so dark that the Hunter's hoodie could barely be seen. Only movement would show he was present, if not the loud screech he sounded as he pounced on his victim. Or even the eerie orange glow of his eyes. But he wasn't out tonight to feed on a Survivor's flesh. No, he was out to see her. All he had to do was listen to the sound of crying, only then would her presence be confirmed. He leapt rooftops, pausing every now and then to see if maybe he had missed something. After getting tired from l
MurdererIt’s so easy to take a life at any given time.Murderer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I’m in a good mood…
…so I’ll settle for that spider.
Kill it before it lays eggs.
It’s so easy. Too easy.
Shut the blinds;
Close the door.
You don’t want anyone to see this.
Bring her to her knees. Watch her scream.
What a beautiful scene.
Life is a cruel joke,
Is there a point to all this?
There has to be, right?
He grew up to be the tallest tree
Just to be burned down.
That’s too bad.
No one will remember him anyway.
Friend says she feels alive when she’s dying.
How do I reply?
Whatever, I’ll say something.
Murder these feelings.
They don’t exist if we hide them.
We’re all killers.
Shall we talk about it instead?
How Far Does a Child Stretch? How Far Does a Child Stretch?How Far Does a Child Stretch? 1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
A horrible question, I know, but isn't that what aging is?
Rising more paper thin after every scraped knee and memory scabbed over,
Yet taller and taller after each step?
We measure our lives in units of misery nowadays.
Showering ourselves with sparkling pieces of armor, calling them crystallized teardrops
When we all know that they're just rhinestones glued to the body like a mask.
Shouting through a bullhorn how quiet and meek we are--
It's one thing to wear the paint on our face, but to swallow it and swish it over your throat so it colors your words is a whole other.
We wear our remorse and regret on our sleeves, bracelets of slits and pocketknives,
Flashing every drop of sweat like a tiara for our adoring crowds, varying in numbers, to swoon over us in a massive wave of pity.
We stretch ourselves to the point that pity feels good and safe, until we are a flat line, buried in a flurry of mistakes like ill-advised tattoos.
When you're that thin, of cou
Ib All Alone - Oneshot'One of us holds something special to you. Can you find it?'Ib All Alone - Oneshot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Garry hastily read the paint scribble on the door—the locked door—and quickly whirled around seeing the many doll faces staring back at him. He didn't like dolls. Garry wasn't sure where this fear had emerged, but something about the blue-faced messy-haired rag dolls made him uneasy.
The fact that a very violent, unpleasant looking one was crawling through the painting didn't help, either.
Franticly, he dashed forward, noticing some of the dolls looked a little overstuffed.
'Something special,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe its inside the belly of this doll!'
Garry tossed his fear away, and grabbed the doll with both hands, tugging at its stomach with his slender fingers. When he couldn't get the fabric to budge, he tore at it with his teeth. With a rip, the seam became undone, and the contents inside...
Some paper crumbled up.
Garry let out a f
River and the DoctorIt took a lot of pushing and shoving to load that blue box into the cargo bay: even with the mule and the ATV, Mal couldn't blame his latest customer for circling the crate nervously every time it wobbled on its setting. He himself was in a right high-spirited mood, as the patron in question had paid up front and quite generously.River and the Doctor2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Caaareful," the eccentric man protested as his prized possession trembled for the umpteenth time. He held out his hands as if hoping to catch it, but in reality it could probably crush him. The skinny stranger moved as if he hadn't quite grown into his limbs, waltzing about in a tweed jacket, navy trousers and a bright bow-tie. And to hinder his physical talents even further, his unruly brown hair dangled completely in front of his eyes in one fell swoop.
"No need to beat yourself up over a couple scratches, stranger," Mal called to him while he and Jayne worked. He particularly eyed the nicks and scuffs in the bright cobalt paint. "This thing looks like it'
We Were All Going to be WonderfulKathy's mom, shaped like a ripe pearWe Were All Going to be Wonderful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
black-haired, she wore it long, tied back.
She looked foreign, she should have been a gypsy--
silver and red, smoky and asleep;
should have smelled like cardamom or cloves
but she smelled like onions and carrots, potatoes and oregano.
She leaned at the sink in the tiny kitchen
peeling potatoes, head bent, sallow-skinned, heavy-hipped
her dark hair traced with the first lazy spider webs of gray.
We slunk past the gray-mouthed man on the sofa
with his Reds game and his beer;
men weren't soft then, but the new kind was coming along.
The suburbs were a garden
through the hot summer days and the Catholic schools,
and it wasn't the dads who had the dirty fingernails.
But he worked every day, by god he did,
drove a truck fat with bakery goods
flaccid and without souls
(whole wheat was a color not a life.)
Robert kept the kids fed, didn't interfere
with their summer afternoons.
"Come in here, Josie, pull down my pants and make love to me."
She only grunted,
When I Say SoCross me once,When I Say So1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cross me twice,
My eyes, on you I'll set.
Cross me thrice,
Better make a run for it.
Best be prepared,
I won't care for the tears you'll shed;
I will be after your head.
Demons VisitDemons Visit2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm a normal girl. At least, mostly. I go to school, I do homework (and hate it) and I love reading and shopping. My favourite colour is sunset orange, and I am a hopeless romantic. I've never been completely normal though. You see, I have peculiar friends. They don't go to my school I don't have any friends there. They visit me at strange moments. They tell me they visit other people, but none quite so much as me. I wonder why that is.. But there are seven of them in total. Their names? Luxuria, Gula, Avaritia, Acedia, Ira, Invidia, and Superbia. Better known as the seven deadly sins.
But they are never alone. Oh no. As well as my friends, they are my tormentors. I hate it; haven't I got enough tormentors at school? When they visit me in class, or in my bedroom, or even eating at the table, they usually bring another few with them. Friends of theirs, they said. Demons of mine.
My insecurities, my self-hate, even my blood has formed its own unique demon. Ira, or Wrath, brings fo
Yogfic Lewis's Rescue part 6 - Minor IntelligenceYogfic Lewis's Rescue part 6 - Minor Intelligence2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They energized onto the ship.
"Everything's so white" Sjin squinted his eyes.
"Where are all these aliens then" Simon grinned, ready to give them what for. No one kid-naps his best friend and gets away with it.
"I don't know" Duncan frowned and walked into the main area of the room. "I thought they would know of our prescience the moment we got here".
"Hey! maby Sjin's scaring them all away" Sips smirked at his friend. Sjin spun round to give him a deadly comeback when a thin pale woman entered the room.
"Greetings friends, you must of wound up here by accident. Please, let us help you get back home" The woman spoke slowly as if speaking to a child.
Duncan looked the woman up and down. She wore a tight body suit which consisted of red and black. Much like the one Lewis used to wear. "We are here to take our friend back home" The scientist eventually spoke coldly.
The woman looked very startled for a mom
Nilesy's POVNilesy's POV2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“In the Survival Games with Nilesy” I hummed to myself as we started another Survival Games.
I looked around at my competition
I faced the middle
I already knew I wasn't going to make it like every time we do these Games.
I ran toward the chests along with everybody else. Xephos was barely in front of me if I could get in front of him I might actually get something good. As I came up from behind him his elbow connected with my nose, causing my vision to cloud with white spots. I kept running even though I couldn't see where I was going. I only saw stone brick before I blacked out.
I opened my eyes to find Rythian’s cold ender eyes staring me in the face. I sat up and backed up, hitting my head on a tree. I looked around and realized it was a hologram in the sky. I stood up and walked over towards the chests to see if there was anything I could salvage.
The Change of Sides - Ch. 4 - A Friend Seto laid awake in his room, staring up at the ceiling. His mind had been alive with thought all night, trying to decide what he should do next. Finally, he made up his mind and sat up.The Change of Sides - Ch. 4 - A Friend10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He pulled up his boots and crept silently out of his room. He closed the door as quietly as he could so as not to wake anyone and started for the stairs. He went slowly and silently down them, careful not to not to make any sound. He held his breath as he did, praying that the wood beneath his feet wouldn’t creak.
When he finally made it to the bottom, he took a deep breath and started to make his way through the shadows of the castle. He carefully opened the door and slid through, silently closing it behind him.
He sighed and looked up at the great oaken door. He reflected a final time on how grateful he was for the Cast’s help, but de
The Change of Sides - Ch. 1 - The Journey Begins The sky was growing from blue to black as day turned to night. Lightning lashed across the sky, thunder booming through the dark. Rain poured out of the sky in waves; but barely half of it made it through the treetops down to the undergrowth.The Change of Sides - Ch. 1 - The Journey Begins10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Being so, the man trudging through the wood wasn’t at all wet. He heard the storm rage all around him, but the rain didn’t hit him through the treetops.
When he’d seen the storm approach earlier, he’d thought he’d have to use his magic to stay dry, but as it turned out, the trees in the forest provided more than enough coverage. He walked through the wood with his head, his steps, and his heart heavy.
Only three days prior, his friends – or at least he thought the were his f
PrinceofPersia: Dastans DreamTitle: Prince of Persia: Dastan's DreamPrinceofPersia: Dastans Dream4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Genre/Themes: Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Character Studies, Introspection, Missing Scene/Tag, Family/Brotherhood, Het Ship (Dastan/Tamina)
Spoilers: The entirity of the film Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time.
Summary: A nightmare prompts Dastan to reveal the details of his and Tamina's harrowing adventure.
Length: Almost 8000 words.
Note: IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FILM, DO *NOT* READ THIS STORY. You probably wouldn't understand very well, and it would utterly ruin the film for you, most especially the end.
DISCLAIMER: Dastan, Tamina, Tus, Garsiv, Sharaman, Nizam, Aram, Seso, Bis, the Hassansins, the Sandglass, the Dagger of Time, and Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time ©/TM Jordan Mechner/Ubisoft/Disney. Not used with permission. For entertainment purposes only; no profit is being made from this work.
The Art of AgingThere was a time he builtThe Art of Aging5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sand castles by the sea
without the fear of waves and wind
and careless birds
with fretful wings
and restless feet of human beings
that made his castles crumble down
again, again, again.
The crisp and salted seconds
dripped out of his days
Memories became his beaches,
his castles mere accounting forms,
and paper-thin bills his dragon kites.
And his grandchildren built sand-castles.
These ironed trousers
were not meant for beaches
as childhood is not meant for men.
But all his desires
would begin to conspire;
he'd fall into white sky sheets
and re-wind life
during dreamless nights.
He counted the stars
and built a castle from them,
the mortar much stronger
than watered sand.
When night let go her black-sky veil
the castle ramparts blurred
til the next setting sun.
Night tip-toed away and beside her,
his childhood marched on.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...Mary had wonHe Loves Me, He Loves Me Not...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Now that that's over with, we can play together forever!"
But he's so cold.
Ib shivered and bit her bottom lip.
She stood right in front of the stem of the once beautiful rose. The bluest rose she had ever seen the blue petals had lead her to this room and the rest had been scattered all about the area. Mary had won she had killed him.
She killed Garry.
Why do I keep telling myself he's sleeping ?
When the rose rots you too, will rot.
So Garry isn't sleeping.
Ib tried to hold back her tears as she slowly knelt down to pick up the empty stem. She rushed over to the little vase filled with water in the room, and she dropped it inside. But nothing was happening. Why wasn't anything happening?
"Please Garry " She whimpered, the tears streamed and stained her pale face. He had saved her life in exchange for his and now she was regretting it terribly.
Don't let his protection go
Tennessee Dragon Chapter 11Tennessee DragonTennessee Dragon Chapter 117 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 11: Vessel
3 days after Lee had sent the telegram, the group was still in their bunker, waiting for their deaths. The food stock was running low and Skyler and Juan were cursing Lees decision to leave most of the food at the mall. The destruction outside sounded some ways off and Julian brushed the dirt off a window to have a look. Once he could see, he called the others to the window. They could see the tremendous forms of Wyraach Ur and Cynder about a mile in the distance. It made Peters blood boil to see the damage they were doing. Ooh how I wish I still had my powers! he cursed.
If you still had them, Skyler said, we wouldnt be in this mess.
Wed still be at home if Lee hadnt demanded we come here! Juan yelled.
So now its my fault is it?
Yeah, if you didnt listen to everyone all the time, not-a-one of us would be here.
You didnt have
Subject 081 - RidgedogSubject #: Subject-081Subject 081 - Ridgedog2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Subject is allowed to freely go around the Labs. A bed with wardrobe is to be inside chosen quarters. Subject is allowed in the Break Room at will.
Subject will be placed in solitary confinement. A chain of 265-1 will be attached to Subject’s arms and to each be held by security members. Two security members will be stationed outside the door at all times.
██/██/████ Subject may seem like a kind young man, but be warned he can attack at no warning. Use extreme force if necessary. If another situation occurs I will put this entire facility under lockdown and no one will leave. – Dr. Kesner
Any weapons found in the room are to be removed immediately. Food may be allowed if Subject appears hungry. A bed and other quarters may
Sands of Terror ch. 5Knight Peculiar stood beside Skylord Lysander as they made their way through the desert. Up above them, other Skylords flew in their balloons, and planes, carrying the supplies with them, Fumblemore and Swampy flying alongside them and the rest of the army were trudging across the sands. Occasionally, someone would become too tired to continue, and would be taken up to one of the balloons to rest, but they always set up camp at night.Sands of Terror ch. 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was on the fifth day of their trek (Knight Peculiar's 'few days' had only worked if they'd continued at night- and he'd learnt his lesson when Xephos had been captured so easily.) that they saw the small figure limping towards them over the dunes. Knight Peculiar stared at the figure in shock.
"It can't be..." he whispered. Lysander looked at him, confused. "That looks like... like Honeydew! But... but if it IS him, then where's Xephos? He'd NEVER escape without Xephos." Knight Peculiar looked troubled and they hurried forwards, towards the figure.
And you realize Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Reader A/N: Hello there =3 If you can't tell, I'm giving Ichigo a break and writing a few Star Trek Reader Inserts So, yeah... Onward~And you realize Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sigh as the bartender slides another drink to you, running a hand through your (H/L) (H/C) hair. Another crappy day and another crappy breakup, just your normal routine. You aren’t sure why, but you seem to attract assholes like flies and they never stop pestering you. Speaking of which…
“Hi there, gorgeous.” A man practically purred as he slid into the seat next to you. You narrowed your (E/C) eyes in a glare, hoping to dissuade him but, of course, he was stubborn. He just grinned at you, blue eyes sparkling with mischief as he ruffled his sandy-blonde hair in a way that he must have thought was sexy. Rolling your eyes you open your mouth to tell him to leave you alone when a gruff voice stops you.
HopeHope3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting here on the couch, I should feel relieved. I finished my day's work--now I am free to do whatever I want. But instead...I just want to go to bed and escape from it all. That's what I do in my free time now--sleep.
I'll be honest...it's because...lately, sleeping is the closest I can get to feeling happy.
I've been dealing with...something...I'm not even sure what...this thick, black cloud that I can't seem to shake. This may sound extreme, but honestly...I feel like my soul is being torn apart from the inside out. I find no pleasure in life anymore. Maybe it's a jaded way of viewing things, but for me all the joy in my life drained away what seems like a long time ago. I feel like I have nothing to live for...I've never dealt with sorrow this thick, this intense before. I feel like it's suffocating me...how much longer can this go on?
I cry myself to sleep every night. Like I said, sleep seems the only way to escape the pain.
The worst part is that I'm afraid to tell anyone, ev
Life Goes OnLife goes onLife Goes On6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
WELCOME PLEASE ENTER USERNAME AND PASSWORD
USERNAME: M. Shelock
WELCOME MARTIN PLEASE SELECT PROJECT YOU HAVE SELECTED PROJECT D PLEASE SELECT WEBSITE TO MONITOR YOU HAVE SELECTED DEVIANTART PROCESSING...
Martin Shelock sighed as he watched the black and green screen flicker as the program searched through the millions of users, hoping to find those worthy of his project. He wasnt expecting much though he had ran the program hundreds of times through hundreds of websites to come up with hundreds of no matches found screens. Sure, he considered lowering his compatibility generators strictness but it was too risky. What he was doing would certainly have potential to be world-ending, or world-saving. He was hoping for the latter. He had to make sure the people he would use it on would be able to handle the power, and use
Yogfic - Different - Part3 The others stared in silent shock as the insane scientist cackled madly at the evident fear in Lillian's eyes. All but Rythian who snarled in anger, the undertone of the Ender within swirling around his voice.Yogfic - Different - Part32 years ago in Drama More Like This
The mad scientist kept snickering until he caught sight of the mage. Then his smirk turned into a look of disgust.
Approaching Rythian's prison, the man wrinkled his nose a bit and looked back at Lillian, shooting her the most hateful glare he could give.
"So this is what you went to care for? A filthy hybrid? Tsh..." he spat on the floor next to the prison and stomped his foot a bit, trying to keep the revulsion from making his body shudder.
"Don't you insult him Cormburskan! You don't have the right!" the scared woman spat back, trying to recompose herself as best she could. It was of no use though, the scientist made her shiver in a way that only blood turning to ice could. It was more of a popular expression, but Lillian h