School Daze (snippet)School Daze (snippet)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warnings: Pointless wackiness, ramblings written at an ungodly hour and spastic OCs. There's crack!Percy/Nico, but it's nothing serious. More like well. You'll know.
Nico strode down the hallway, arms folded across his chest even as he gnawed fretfully at his lip. A frown was etched deep across his brow as he assimilated the information he just gathered by slinking around the school in the shadows.
There's definitely something fishy happening, Nico mused, absent-mindedly ducking out of the way of the other students wandering along the corridor. It stinks of Eau de Home Sweet Home so heavily it's not even funny. It's a wonder the normal students haven't picked up on the smell yet. Dad's probably right it has to be the work of one of Hell's creatures. Maybe one of them escaped? Man, somebody should put all those animals in enclosures and sell tickets. 'Zoo of the Undead'! Or something. At least it'd be easier to keep t
KoS: Chapter 1~Chapter 1~KoS: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A repulsive smell rose up from the marsh through the humid air, accompanied by the sound of goopy, almost gelatinous bubbles popping with a squelch and a faint sulfuric aroma to add to the decaying stench of the swamp, in no way helping Adrielle's urge to run as fast as possible away from it.
The small group stood at the shore, enveloped in dense, thick fog, she with her hands clasped tightly to her mouth, and he with his resting on the hilt of his sword. The canines at their feet were eying the mire; Ansia with a cautious expression, as reluctant as her mistress to enter it, and Knofos with a somewhat irritated look in his blood red eyes as he sat obediently at his master's side. He looked over at the small white othrin, who was wrinkling her black nose at the scummy water. He glanced up at Daemon, and they exchanged a short, amused look at the reactions of the females in their charge.
"There's not a chance I'm touching that, Daemon." Adrielle stated, crossing her a
My First FanficMy First Fanfic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My First Fanfic
by John Su
Sonic the Hedgehog ran very quickly down the hall to where the fire was coming from. While running he ducked into a rolling spin and made a sound like "@@@@@@@!" so he could dodge the fireball lasers.
At the top of the staircase he stood up and shouted at the top of the staircase "Sephiroth!" The man with long hair turned slowly and with a flash of his sword removed Sonic's nipples from his body.
"OUCH that hurts!1" cried Sonic, hurting. "Looks like I will need the power of the CHAOS CRYSTAL for this opponent!" and he raised up a handful of glowing gems.
The light from the jewels summoned all the legendary pokemon in the world together and they fused together into a Pyschic Ghost Dragon Pokemon. "LEAVE THIS TO ME, SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!" it said in the voice a thousand monsters, and shot a giant Hadouken at Sephiroth.
Sephiroth bounced it back with a spin of his blade, and it hit the Psy-Gho-Dra-Mon in the face, crashing him to the floor and half-crushing
At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;At Any Moment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...
At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...
At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...
Aralyn and Vondel (first encounter)[...]Aralyn and Vondel (first encounter)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just then the flap input diverged again, to let a giggling ogre leading a girl in the tent, pulling on the chain that was tied around her neck and hands. She was a young girl, slight and infinitely terrified. She was dressed in peasant clothes, now torn and broken, stained with blood, dirt and mud.
Even the little face with regular features and a simple beauty, marred by a few scrapes and bruises, was stained by patches of thickened sludge as well as long and wavy blonde hair, completely disheveled. On the reddened cheeks she had the furrow that the tears were scored between the dirt and big brown eyes were inflamed and swollen from too much crying. The girl was carried away helpless, exhausted, as if she had been surrendered to her fate.
She watched horrified the inside of the tent and the elf who was turned back, then she noticed two tall hooded silhouettes that were expectingto be able to quit.
In seeing them, she was plucked by a sudden and instinctive terror, that froze her.
I Am My EnemyScream again.I Am My Enemy4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't contain the pain.
I need the bite of blade,
need to see the blood.
Trapped inside my head,
screaming never stops.
I need to get away.
Can't escape myself.
I find me wherever I hide.
I can't keep it in.
I can't let it out.
Letting go doesn't grant release.
My monsters hold me down,
hold me back,
lock me away.
I can't come back.
Trembling with emotion,
I reach desperately.
Reach for the unknown.
Even the silent air can't quell my screaming.
Shatter all my shackles,
shatter all my chains.
Break the doors and walls apart.
I'll release my demons.
All I need to do is let everything out.
Every last vanished self,
all my shadows, fears, and my memories.
If I could break the restraints,
the social repercussions,
I'd scream out loud.
Shattering all the windows,
I'd break every single glass.
Desperate to find what I have lost,
I know I will never have it again.
I will never be free of what I have become.
Ruvik x Reader|ChapterSeven|Laura|After what seemed like an eternity you both finally returned back to the ruined mansion you now called home. Ruvik didn't seem to be himself, he felt distant even more so then before and that terrified you, the only person in the world you didn't want leaving you but it had began.Ruvik x Reader|ChapterSeven|Laura|4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ruvik?" you whispered "Is this about the lady the doctor mentioned?" you shifted your gaze towards the doors where you ever to wanted to run through. "It does not concern you" pure concealment of emotion, you bit your lip trying to control the urge to cry "Who is Laura?" you asked.
The table that had been right in front of you both now was shattered across the marble floor "DON'T EVER MENTION THAT NAME, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO MENTION HER OR EVEN SPEAK HER NAME" the pebbles all fell into line and the hurt you felt couldn't he described the sheer force of his words made it feel like you were being buried alive underneath a hole of rocks and being stabbed repeatedly by a thousand needles. "I'm sorry" you muttered
Chapter 1: Arrival (The Evil Within Fanfiction) The cab climbs up a bumpy, cracked road overgrown with shrubs. It's as though it's been decades since anyone has taken this route. Your surroundings radiate an ominous feeling. The forest's trees leer at you, you feel as if they're about to engulf you, their long twisted branches grasping for the car. What was left of the evening daylight seems completely obstructed by the density of the trees, the infinite number of towering silhouettes shadowing the ground. The forest seems to never end. It's almost as if you've stumbled upon another world.Chapter 1: Arrival (The Evil Within Fanfiction)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
An uneasy feeling rises in you and causes your stomach to churn. To your right Doctor Jiminez isn't helping with his constant chatter. You shiver as you look out the window. Maybe it's not too late to change my mind. .
Suddenly, the trees, the road, everything becomes narrow and tight. It's as if the trees are a snake constricting its prey. The branches sound like claws as they drag along the exterio
Letter to a PoetDear Sir/Madam,Letter to a Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has come to our attention
this is the twenty-third rejection
of work you have submitted to our site.
We don't wish to be alarming
and we hope this sounds disarming,
but your use of metaphor is somewhat trite.
We somewhat like the concept
(the execution is inept)
besides, your work just does not meet our theme.
You need to have more adjectives
and words like gloam and mucilage,
and phrases that go along in kind.
Please keep the imagery obscure -
the reader never should be sure
just what it is the author has in mind.
Pick a structure we all can stand -
we find your rhythm rather bland
and no deep meaning can the reader find.
So in short, we will be leaving -
please consider basket weaving
or perhaps take up bowling as a sport.
Or perhaps try stamp collecting
for your work we are rejecting.
Poetry should be your last resort...
Jeff The Killer Old SpiceHello, victims, look at your killer, now back to me, now back at your killer, now back to me.Jeff The Killer Old Spice3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Sadly, he isn't me, but if he actually took a bath and used meat scented body wash, he could smell like he's me.
Look down, back up, where are you? You're in a house with the killer your killer could smell like.
What's in your hand, back at me. I have it, it's a knife with blood on it that you are scared of.
Look again, the knife is now an axe. Anything is possible when your killer smells like meat and not lady.
I'm on a Slenderman.
Queen RegnantAs you embroidered autumnQueen Regnant8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my bones, I heard the
trees giggle to themselves:
"We're going to make all
the leaves change color,
pin them along the sidewalk
for you to follow and we'll
wreathe them in your hair.
You will be our daughter."
You folded apples into my smile,
making it crisp, but sweet. I
took the time to thank you by
shrugging off my sweater and
giving it to you. A daughter
of the trees, braided with their
leaves, needs no protection
from the elements that embrace her.
"Your leaf diadem suits you,
daughter," they say as
their branches weave between
gusts of wind. For once,
I believe them.
How Not to Write Love InterestsUPDATE: READ THE NEW EXTENSION TO THIS POST. LINK IN DESCRIPTION!How Not to Write Love Interests1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Despite the few who haven't caught on yet and still believe that "kids hate reading," we all know that these days, reading is popular.
"I'm just like Belle from Beauty in the Beast, because I love books," teenage girls are saying, while teens of both genders are sitting down to enjoy things like Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Eragon, Lord of the Rings and other more obscure titles.
This is just what we've been hoping for, isn't it? Kids and teens finally taking an interest in literature. It has finally become cool. They're thinking of themselves as rebels or nerds or hipsters, all of which are just new versions of the word cool.
Ah, finally people are spending their time having actual constructive hobbies.
...Or are they?
Here I am going to explore just how this isn't necessarily true; how sometimes your time can be better spent playing a good, mind-building video game or watching a wholesome, creative
I'm a hero? Because I sure don't feel like oneWhat the hell is a hero?I'm a hero? Because I sure don't feel like one2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I never asked that...
I was given a mission...
Go to make the lord of the country submit...
No hard deal,
I'm a knight of my king after all,
No hard deal, just make the lord submit...
That was all...
Things didn’t go well though...
The lord opposed and...
I ended up killing him...
For fuck sake, I killed their lord!
I'm no fucking hero, I'm an assassin!
Walking through the streets everyone calls me a hero...
I don't feel like that at all...
I'm just an assassin,
I took a life and I was called a hero....
Is not supposed to work that way...
I took a life... I'm not a hero...
I was given a bigger reward...
The king knew the lord would oppose me...
He was counting with me killing him...
I'm a hero?...
Because if I'm one... I sure dont feel like one
I'm just an assasin for the king...
HOW TO SUMMON CREEPYPASTASCHECK DESCRIPTION!HOW TO SUMMON CREEPYPASTAS2 years ago in Drama More Like This
How to summon him: (This works better at night)
Go into the woods, and carve a circle into a tree and put and X through it. press your face gently against the tree and close your eyes. This may also be done on a blank wall with a thick permanent marker. (Turn out the lights)
Chant: Slenderman, Slenderman, all the children try to run,
Slenderman, Slenderman, to him its part of the fun.
Slenderman, Slenderman, dressed in dark his suit and tie,
Slenderman, Slenderman, you most certainly will die...
Then, turn around.
JEFF THE KILLER-
How to summon him: (Note this must be done in your bedroom)
Wait until midnight. Take a kitchen knife and go up to you bedroom (Make sre everyone in your house is not awake, close the door and make sure there is moonlight shining in your window.
lay down on the bed and cover yourself with the blanket(s). Hold the knife close to you, right above where your heart is. Close your eyes and Chant:
Jeff The Killer
Jeff The Killer
The Light Arising Chapter 1The Light Arising Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A large bright white and red dragon was walking around boasting.
"And the next time that ugly Swadle comes to test me. I'll dash away fast like a rocket so they can't catch me!"
A black dragon with a white mask around his right eye sighed,"Rocket, you'll just fail and get caught... again."
"Oh Timeless... Do you not have faith in your best friend."Rocket asked his red-orange eyes expained as he gave the puppy look.
Timeless sighed as he looked down,"Rocket time and time again you failed. Not a single time you succeeded."
Rocket bent down slightly to look into Timeless's purple eye for the right one was covered by a simple white mask with the black circle were his eye was. Timeless turned around to look at a strange red ruby. His midnight black scales reflected the light coming from the testing lab.
"Do you really not believe in me?"Rocket asked his white and red ears drooping.
Timeless sat silent, his right ear flickered slightly in Rocket's direction as a large s
Lady Of The GladeMoonlight in a fairy dell, with stone and tree close by,Lady Of The Glade4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The breath of heaven from hidden blooms,
The fates are weaving on their loom,
The mysteries, for you and I.
Warm summer night all deepened dark,
Gives shelter to a secret lore,
While over in the far north east
Shines the light of coming day.
And in this hallowed glade we stay,
For we must see the rising Sun in gladness,
Through wooded paths of morning mist.
My friend, you will forget a while,
Then waken from your modern dream.
I will still remember you,
The Lady of the glade.
If we once loved, in that secret dell,
Then we once loved as friends,
And friends we are, and friends will be,
Not stinting, always meeting,
In summer's hazy play.
And as Autumn unpins her russet hair,
My friend, will you always stay?
I Have HopeI have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have to remember to breathe every time those words come, I dont want to believe it. I still cant believe it. I remember the first time my counselor looked at me and told me that my depression and anxiety might be something more. Great, I thought, What could possibly be worse than this?I Have Hope6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Firstly, PTSD is not a disorder that only affects our war heroes, though that is what its commonly associated with. My own first thoughts were: isnt that a disorder for war veterans or someone who witnessed war first-hand? The truth is there are many causes for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, for example: witnessing or experiencing incidents, such as mugging, rape, child abuse, drug abuse, illnesses, car accidents, plane crashes, or natural disasters such as hurricanes or earthquakes can all trigger PTSD.
However, not every person who survives a traumatic event develops PTSD, as we all
The roseThe rose,The rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wraps around my fingers,
her thorns form a haven of dark promise but prick me not.
Her fragrance sweetly robs me of thought,
and the vibrancy of her petals entice me.
In her trance, I trace their silk drunkenly.
She has me.
If I intended on leaving, I could not. And I do not.
She scratches me in my ecstasy,
her thorns run trails over my skin.
The sting is sweet, sweet as her aroma.
She has me
Ascensioni.Ascension2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon dips low for those
who want to get lost in its gravity
and I wonder
if zero gravity can cripple a heart
because there isn't enough pressure
for it to keep beating.
The sun warms the Earth,
gives life, burns the skin
and I wonder if I could produce enough energy
to move continents if I stayed next to you
because you are the warmest sun
that has ever been in my life.
There are scars lining the curve of my spine
and the highways of my wrists,
The flowers that bloom in my chest
every time you walk away
are forgotten stars.
I kissed you to make sure that your lips
were as delicate as the clouds.
I never told you that my heart is too delicate,
the way sugar burns too quickly.
Too much exposure leads to burns
I am thankful for every snowflake that will fall on
my scorched skin.
The moon dipped low for both of us
and we learned what zero gravity felt like.
I just want to know:
do you ever wish on shoo
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."Complicated4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
A Very Merryweather ChristmasA Very Merryweather Christmas5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Very Merryweather Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the castle
Not a creature was stirring,
except the mouse who was giving me a hassle.
And I in my fez and she in her bow
had gotten, I confess,
in a bit of a row.
Dandy had coughed up the tinsel
our pie was stolen as it cooled on the sill,
and the worst tragedy of all
it seemed Santa was ill!
"But who'll bring the babies their presents?"
My wife asked of me.
"There will be nothing to give them--
no cheese 'neath the tree!
We must go out tonight, you drive the sled
and I can break into homes
while they sleep in their beds."
"But skweekheart," I answered,
"that simply won't do,
I'm a Vampire and by morning
we'll never be through!"
So we both thought together
for an idea most clever
and exclaimed together:
"Let's ask Mr. Merryweather!"
But it seems that we weren't the only ones scheming,
for on the other side of the island
Jackie was giving Jack Frost a good reaming:
"But Jack," she whined,
with a pout on her fa
Fingon"Fingon."Fingon3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Why are there kittens scattered around the living room? You didn't steal them from somebody, did you?"
"Why do you always think I stole whatever cute thing is currently in the living room? First there was Maeglin, now it's the kittens."
"Fine. You didn't steal them. Will you please tell me why there are however many kittens running around?"
"Because they're cute."
"A bit more, please, Fingon?"
"Because they're cute and somebody was giving them away this morning when I went to go buy food with Maeglin."
"Right. How many are there?"
"Eight...aren't they adorable?"
"Yes, they are. But what do you expect us to do with eight kittens?"
"Love them and take care of them and watch them as they grow up. And then we can have a cat army."
"...I'm not even going to think about that last part."
"Okay! More fun for Maeglin and me."
"Where is Maeglin?"
"In the yard…"
"Why do you have that look on your face?"
"...they were giving away puppies too."