BK CONTEST - To have you closeBK CONTEST - To have you close3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The old, female voice sounded loud and clear for each members of the RED team.
Everyone cheered from joy. Today had really been their day. One team member that got extra happy was the young runner, Scout. He ran around, taking every chance he got to smash a BLU's head with his baseball bat, now when they couldn't do anything back.
The RED team's Sniper on the other hand took it easy, sitting up straight from his hiding place and looked over the battle field. The red dressed young man caught his attention pretty fast as he heard him laugh of joy. A slightly red tone colored his cheeks. He was often looking after the boy when on the battlefield, making sure that no one would harm him. He knew very well that he had feelings for the Scout. Though he also knew that the Scout probably didn't return his those feelings. It was a one sided love and Sniper was going to keep it
A Sleep Without Dreams Were It Not For Your SongsA Sleep Without Dreams Were It Not For Your Songs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He would have compared Antonio "to a night without stars were it not for his eyes". Arthur Kirkland wouldn't definitely deny that truth. If one was to tell of his story, it would be something like a different take on the young prince of The Prince and the Pauper. He was born to two proud and well-off English parents, his father being a well-known music producer and boss of a famous company, World Clock Mnemonic; his mother a renowned authoress whose books became bestsellers and a few into theatrical spectacle. His brothers were so good-looking and charming that even celebrities have shook hands with them. Arthur too had his own charm; being the youngest, he had a very unique personality- gentle as a lamb yet sharp as a lion. He was very intelligent and mature; everyone knew his talents, not to mention the princely look. The Kirklands had a huge mansion for a home, what used to be from their also rich ancestors, that was Victorian style and surrounded by foliage, colorfully-painted flow
Which One?Which One?Which One?1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
“He’s mine you fucking bastard!”
“No, he’s mine you bloody git!”
Arthur and Lovino have been arguing for the past half hour. It all started when Antonio was making lunch and Lovino came over asking (more like demanding) if he could have lunch with him. The Spaniard happily agreed. Lovino sat at the dining table and watched as Antonio bustled around the kitchen until Arthur walked in. He asked if he could help but Lovino immediately intervened saying he would ruin the food. Arthur retorted by saying that at least he offered to help. The two argued for a bit until Antonio turned to them and asked.
“Can you two keep it down por favor, I fear you might disturb the neighbors?”
Lovino crossed his arms and turned his head to the side grumbling. Arthur however placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly.
“We are very sorry we will cease our arguing immediately”
CantarellaCantarellaCantarella5 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur looks in the mirror and adjusts his bowtie and runs a hand through his wheat colored hair. His forest eyes shine as he admires himself in the mirror. Today a ball is being held in the English palace. Royals from all around will be there. He smirks when the image of a certain Spaniard comes to mind.
‘He will be mine’
He smothers out the wrinkles in his clothes and gives himself one last look over before picking up and green and brown mask and putting it on. He grins at his appearance in the mirror before turning and leaving the room. He quickly but calmly makes his way to the ball room. There the two big double doors are wide open and the room is filled with people. Soft music flows through the room as people talk and dance.
As he walks into the room he looks around. It doesn’t take long to find a familiar mop of brown locks and bright emerald eyes behind a red and gold mask. He makes his way toward him but freezes when he
Lost in TranslationShe didn't speak English.Lost in Translation4 years ago in Drama More Like This
That was Alfred's first observation of the woman that would be his new mother. Her words were rough, laced with trills and sharp consonants that somehow came out sounding so smooth. She never stopped talking, not allowing for rebuff or even breath. To an 8-year-old who wasn't very fond of his father, it became great fun to watch the two adults bicker in the strange language that would later be labeled as Spanish; Arthur never had the upper hand. And they bickered often.
It made Alfred wonder just why his father had worked so hard to bring Isabel over to the United States, if they never could get along, if she refused to learn English, if he never allowed her to leave the house without him, if all they did was ignore each other.
If she was never happy.
But she was beautiful.
Her skin had color, her hair was dark, and her eyes were green. Her figure was slim, petite, such a small build for someone with so much fight. There was sunshine in her skin, shine
Life Ain't Been a Crystal StairLife Ain't Been a Crystal Stair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For Antonio, "life ain't been a crystal stair". Growing up, his Castillian parents abandoned him in a poor orphanage in the hamlet town of his country home, hoping that they wouldn't have any more trouble trying to settle their financial debts. So in their place, a sturdy Italian old man took lovingly care of him, like a father to his son. But the charitable Italian was already weak in his physical constitution, and a point came when Antonio, aged nine, had no choice but to leave his schooling and make a decision to find a stable job to support himself and the old man.
But then, when he turned ten, a friend of his abuelo came to them one Monday morning, and, knowing their financial status, whole-heartedly offered the young Spaniard a chance to continue his studies in school. Because of the experience of working, and the mere fact that at such such a young age he was forced into adulthood, Antonio couldn't easily trust the Italian man's offer, but was quickly assured that it was of
TBTTUT - Naruaki part 1TBTTUT - Naruaki part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been two and a half years since I had laid eyes on my beloved village Konoha. I had promised Naruto that as soon as he would come home, that I would too. I had really missed them all, my dear friends. But this time away was good for me. In ways now I have become much stronger and I have also matured in ways that now I am ready I am ready to fight with my life to help Naruto and Sakura bring our beloved Sasuke back to the village. It's hard to believe that it has been three years since I have seen him Sasuke Where are you now? I wonder if you're okay . Well all I know is that now I am looking at the gate in which my home lays behind.
"Is that you?" The guard spoke. "It's been a while Kotetsu" I smiled. "Akiko Suzuki" the other guard smiled. "It's great to have you back." "It's great to be back Izumo" I grinned. "Well it's nice to know you haven't forgotten us." Kotetsu replied. "Yeah, well I'm sorry but I have to get going." I bowed as I then ran
TBTTUT - Naruaki part 2TBTTUT - Naruaki part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"ALRIGHT!" Naruto yelled as he charged in towards Kakashi, He charged strait at him, without thinking As usual, however this time a shadow clone came up from the sky aiming an even bigger Rasengan then before close to his head. Although Kakashi had already disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. Even though it does seem that Naruto has improved. Kakashi had his sharingan facing us as he did a hand sign, I quickly did as well. "Water Dragon Jutsu" Kakashi spoke as a wave of water headed our way. "Lightning Rose" I spoke as sparks flew out of my hand towards the water sending it the opposite direction back at Kakashi, however this time with an electric charge. Kakashi though deflected it but in the same time escaped. We all looked around when Sakura punched the ground sending debris in every direction. Naruto and I were both shocked, same with Kakashi when he flew out of the ground She had become like a second Tsunade. "Found you!" Sakura spoke with a smirk on he
Ao No Exorcist x Reader: Your Choice!Ao No Exorcist x Reader: Your Choice!1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Just a little background about your character okay! ^_^
★Your a child of satan, like Amaimon and Mephisto. (Not half human like Rin and Yukio).
★Being the only daughter, you're known as the princess of hell. (I did a little research, don't ask, and found out that there is actually a "princess of hell")
★^i based your character off of this
★You have domain over "Shadows/Darkness" Meaning that you can use the shadows or darkness around you in an offensive or deffensive way. You can also manipulate them, and use shadows to "transport" yourself to wherever you wish (places you've heard of, or seen), you may also use them to get certain things you need (depends). Along with these skills you can manipulate/amplify/erase the "darkness" in
Shoot An Arrow into the AirShoot An Arrow into the Air2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eight years had passed already. Arthur was able to count so because his birth date had just passed about a month ago. Well, not that it was much important, but it was his point of reference. He brought his feet to walk slowly amongst the cobbled sidewalks of Barcelona, the iridescent sun pouring its warmth on his fair, pale hair, the heat tingling his neck as well. The houses were painted with playful and charming colors. It reminded him of those Lego blocks Alfred had once always love sticking together, constantly telling him that one day he will be a builder of houses and name that court "Maple town" for his dear brother Mattie, who lived in Canada with another family. The sky was a clear aquamarine embroidered with cotton, and the British man sighed with blissful contentment as he felt the breeze brushing in his nostrils and into his lungs, then back out.
It was this same breeze, he recalled all of a sudden, that his six-year old personage had been surrounded with when he held a si
+ How To Kill A Furry +1. Your traditional shotgun to the face.+ How To Kill A Furry +6 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. Boiling them alive in reused vegetable oil.
3. Starving them in an empty room.
4. Amputating their limbs with a plastic knife.
5. Feeding them to a bear.
6. Driving over their bodies with an army tank.
7. Sending them to Afghanistan.
9. Dipping them into vats of hot mustard.
10. Suffocating them with their own fur.
11. Dragging them through a three mile cheese grater.
12. Injecting nitroglycerin into their body.
13. Setting their head on fire.
14. Pushing them underneath a working press.
15. Tripping them over into a bed of nails.
16. Pouring a bucket on piranhas down their throats.
17. Forcing them into a meat grinder and making chilli con carne out of them.
18. Shooting them with paintballs for seventeen hours.
19. Shoving their faces into a deep fryer.
20. Pouring acid onto their stomachs.
21. Sacrificing them to a giant spider.
22. Deporting them to Guantanamo Bay on twenty three fake charges of child molestation.
AC - BloodHe was used to blood. It was nothing too special if he was badly wounded, drenched in blood, spitting some of the liquid onto the floor while cursing in every language he learned to know while his missions.AC - Blood5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It happened once in a while, when he was too careless for even one second.
But right now was the first time he remembered, that he felt so alone.
He sat with his back towards the wall, feet stretched awkwardly, his right hand clutched over the bleeding wound at his side. He whimpered at the pain that shot through him when he tried to pull the arrow out of the wound. It had been about three hours since he got caught while escaping after killing his target. But still the guards were running around like crazy, just outside of the house ruins he used to hide.
Damn Garnier had just too much bodyguards to kill all of them in one go, as he noticed. He had only forgotten to murder one of the goddamn snipers on the roof whose arrow hit him right away. The only thing Altair had in mind
Mephisto PhelesxReader -Flying High [Chapter One]Flying HighMephisto PhelesxReader -Flying High [Chapter One]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
[----------[I Do Not Own Blue Exorcist, See Description For Warnings-------------]
It's amazing how much the sound of a car radio can carry when you're stuffed in the boot, even with the sound of the engine running, pushing your entire body from side to side, you tucked your head in and pressed your chin to your collar, shielding from hitting yourself at either side of the cramped area.
"Settle down back there, for fuck's sake!" you heard a voice snarl, truly it wasn't your fault that you were banging around so much, they were going over speed-bumps quite quickly and your body was being slung about in such a small zone whether you liked it or not.
Slowly you drew your eyes shut, you couldn't see into the darkness anyway, it was pitch black, all you could hear was the men, the engine, and that damned radio - singing away.
'I'm doing all right,' the song mocked.
'-getting good grades,' it hummed as you felt blood running down the back of your skull from where yo
Abril(English version down)Abril2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La lluvia era la única cosa que podía ver con otros sentidos. La oía repiquetear contra las banquetas y los cristales. La olía mojando el pasto y la basura de las calles. Sentía las gotas frías correr por mi cuello. Degustaba los colores dulces y salados de la lluvia con viento.
Era la única cosa que me mantenía lejos de la navajita que mi mamá tenía.
La niña que había crecido conmigo se llamaba Abril. Era idéntica a mí en todos los aspectos excepto la ropa que usábamos. No hablaba mucho. Yo tampoco. Mamá decía que Abril no hablaba porque había nacido estúpida. Yo no hablaba porque me estaba volviendo estúpida.
Iba a la escuela todos los días y me quedaba allí hasta tarde. Regresaba a mi casa a eso de las seis. Abril también iba a la escuela pero ella salía más temprano. Cuando yo llegaba a la casa llegaba cansada y Abril siempre quería que jugáramos. Muchas veces le tuve que decir que no porque tenía tarea. Tuve que contener mi tristeza al ver su expresió
Kakashi x Iruka 22Kakashi x Iruka 224 years ago in Romance More Like This
Iruka stood in the corridor today was the day of their experimental treatment so obviously he was petrified all the thoughts and what ifs were running through his mind. What if he died now after all this time? What if he made it through but was brain dead? These and more were racing through his mind.
Naruto and Sasuke were also here Sasuke was gently rubbing Naruto's back trying to keep him calm, if Naruto joined the pacing Sasuke would lose patience fast he didn't like watching them stress out because that made him more anxious, but he too couldn't keep his eye from the door of theatre.
Sakura, Shizune and Lady Tsunade were working fast they had already removed his heart and had a nurse timing them. Sakura was working on healing the heart as quickly as she could, while Shizune was healing the inside of his chest. Lady Tsunade was keeping the heart alive trying to keep everything going was critical in such an experimental treatment.
"1 minute remaining" The nurse reminded biting her li
Why I Hate Romantic Comedies1.Why I Hate Romantic Comedies2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one. (And they never mention what happens after the stars fade into morning and the other falls into oblivion)
Because they say that people fall in love when the time is right, they are true to each other and are ready to be together. (But no one ever mentions how she is so damaged she can barely think, and he is so cynical that he may never be ready.)
Because they insist that your soulmate is going to be a good, kind, caring human being who will love you from the bottom of their hearts. (This is due to the fact that even if there is someone for everyone, bad people are immune to the soulmate theory.)
Because they always have a happy ending (And real life begins after the sun has set and she has realized that he may not be everything she hoped for and he begins to have second thoughts about commitment.)
Because everything is assured in i
Chuck's Monologue 5x22 On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville -- a blue two-door caprice.Chuck's Monologue 5x225 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car -- no, the most important object -- in pretty much the whole universe.
She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving bibles to the poor "gettin' folks right for judgment day".
That's what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile.
After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advi
Fingernails, Please“Fingernails, please.”Fingernails, Please1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl smacked her gum, fussed with her hair a little, and turned her attention back to her phone. After a few seconds she glanced up again, clearly irritated: “Well?”
“Right. Um.” Thomas suppressed the urge to look at the fingernails she was currently wearing. “Color?”
“Green. Do you have something in a sort of limey chartreuse, maybe?”
“Uh, yeah, the list's over here –” But his customer had turned her full attention back to the phone, and was clearly ignoring him. Thomas cleared his throat. “Do you want lime, or chartreuse?”
“Uh... yeah, lime. Sure.”
Thomas winced. The long ones were always worst. “I'll be right back.”
He had 18 mm lime in stock, still in their larval stage, pale and wriggling under the blue light of the stasis chamber. He tried hard not to look at them too closely as he de
Dear AutismDear Autism...Dear Autism6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
Why do you continue to control my brain?
Why do you make my body move uncontrollably?
If I could, I'd point a gun at you.
So I can be free with all my greatest ability.
If I have to live with you for the rest of my life.
Embarrassment in front of the public.
I will go crazy and cut myself.
And scream at a scrambled rubric.
It's all your fault.
For getting me into a hole.
A hole of insanity.
Cutting out of my soul.
I hate you so much.
Why can't you get out of my life?
So I can live with happily and such.
Suicide CircusI knew the hooded figure was watching me, even if I couldn’t see his face from the shadow of the cowl. His cloak hid his true body from me, only his white gloved hands visible. The material of the cloth seemed to be velvet as it shone and danced under the paleness of the moon. He was shorter than me maybe by only a little bit, that I could see even from our distance, yet still made me shiver as he stood there, silent, just watching.Suicide Circus2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I don’t think I should be here,” I mumbled under his invisible yet watchful gaze. He made no motion or acknowledgement of my words, just stood in front of the great golden doors that had an empty plaque on top. Why I tried to reach this place at the middle of the night, I didn’t know. Perhaps it was the intense and burning curiosity that drove me or my sheer stupidity. Either way, I could see it was a mistake.
Turning away from the hooded man, I began walking away when I felt a hand grip my shoulder firmly and force me around.
ChronophobiaTick. Tick.Chronophobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Goes the clock on my bedroom wall.
It says at it pulses throughout the night.
Some find this empty noise soothing as it lulls them into peaceful sleep.
I find it haunting at it ticks away my life.
I close my tired eyes to see Father Time's horrid face boring into my conscience.
I know he truly hates me.
The hands of a clock spin and spin as he counts off my life in years, days, hours, seconds.
The sands of a hourglass trap and slowly suffocate me.
Yet I hear the ticking, every moment of each day.
The chines of a grandfather clock seem to cackle at me.
It taunts my helpless mind.
I don't care at all for Time.
I long for normal silence as my sanity slowly falls apart.
I attempted to rest again tonight.
I crushed that clock with my own hands.
The broken glass and splintered woods left gashes on my bare palms and fingers.
But I can still hear its ticking.
I can still hear Father Time snickering sickly at me in the dark.
I'm trapped in endless
Elemental's StoryElemental's Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
First, there was nothing...
Then, there was light.
A creature merged from Darkness, the evil spirit of the gods. He was a beast with a body of earth. Gnarled roots and branches intertwined with leaves were formed together from defiled hands. A mane of fire, brighter than mortal flames, leaped upon his head. Storms and raging vortexes of air set his feet upon the ground, destroying whatever fell below. Huge, horrible wings stretched from his earthly limbs in a surge of waves. It froze, leaving spurts of water gushing out from shards of ice.
Those horrible wings rose above his frightening form, and swept him away into the world. Being one of Darkness's creatures, his only purpose was to kill. He swept over cities, knocking them over and burning villages. Forests were enflamed at the flick of his tail, and his wings drowned the land before him. Storms of his feet destroyed villages and towns as he stood nearby, watching intently at his work. He then would fly away to crush another civiliz
Mutti: Germanic family~~~ I've had many requests for a continuation of my other Germania fic 'Dawn of War'. I didn't particularly want to continue it in the usual way so this fic could be read separately or as a continuation. Please enjoy~~~Mutti: Germanic family3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey West?" Ludwig looked over at Gilbert who was lying on his couch, a rare thoughtful expression on his face, "Do you remember Mutti?"
Ludwig almost choked.
"Just thinking. So do you?"
"I-I no, I don't remember her. If anything I remember very little."
"What do you remember?"
"I remember her smell: warm and kind of sweet and wild. I remember her hair. It was darker that ours wasn't it?"
"Yes. Brown in fact. Neither of us inherited it."
"And I remember her singing voice. That's really all. Did she sing a lot?"
"Every day, she'd sing in the morning and hum in the afternoon and sing in the evening. She'd always sing lullabies to us. Vatti once told me he first fell in love with her voice."
"What was Mutti like?" Ludwig sat in an armchair across from
fem!England x male!Reader (OneShot) Not in Love~Your POV~fem!England x male!Reader (OneShot) Not in Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm not in love.
I keep telling myself that.
But no matter how much I deny it, my eyes always betray me.
Those long flowing strands of sunshine and those shiny, glittering emerald eyes make me lose focus.
I can't help but have my (color) eyes follow her every move. I sucked in my breath and put on my headphones putting the volume in full blast. I needed something to distract myself from looking like a total fool.
"Ohonhonhon, I saw you staring at Alice again." I glared at my French friend. Heaven knows why I'm even friends with this pervert. This guy harrasses me in the locker rooms...now I wouldn't want to get into too much detail with that. The point is this guy wouldn't stop rubbing in my face my obvious liking towards the English girl.
"You know, if you don't confess to her soon, she might get taken away by the other guys. Like me for example." Francis said before grinning. I just chuckled at his statement.
"She hates your bloody guts." I said before snickering. H