ENTRY 3696 - RAENTRY 3696ENTRY 3696 - RA4 years ago in Humor More Like This
December something something.
Today, I woke up and nothing unusual happened. That was the most unusual thing since who knows how long. No strange noises? No stuff smashed over my head? No Captain staring at me? I started to wonder what was going on. This might be the calm before the storm. I grew suspicious, unable to believe that Captain actually would get off my back.
And lo and behold, I was right.
I knew it as soon as I glanced at my calender. Someone had added a new entry. It said "HIDE AND SEEK". I recognised Captain's handwriting straightaway. He had written a short instruction: "MINIONS, FIND ZEE CAPTAIN".
Well. At least it didn't sound like one of these made-up holidays of horror. To tell the truth, it didn't sound bad at all. Captain was hiding somewhere, which meant that I finally had some spare time. With no one to order me around, the day looked to be pleasant and peaceful. I heaved a sigh of relief. Who would be stupid enough to search for that idiot? Un
The Past, The Present, and Our FutureThe Past, The Present, and Our Future3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2- One Step After the Other
Amilie walked down the dirt path, looking at the map. She sighed to herself, realizing how far away her home was from everything else. "This town is so far out from everyone...It's going to take at least a day of walking, just to get out of the forest alone." She sighed again and looked around at the trees. She felt alone, in such a big place "At least this path is marked on the map. Dad must have done it when he was young and would go on adventures." Amilie smiled fondly at the thought of hir writing out secret routes and paths. She remembered when her father gave her these books.
"Okay Ami, let's set up your books in the book shelves." A younger version of Amilie's father stood before a small, red haired girl in a freshly made tree house. It was small and made for one person. It was carved from a large blue windelow tree, the leaves hiding the door. Damien had a large box in his hands, and a charming smile on his lips.
"My books?"Amilie l
JealousyI watch him walk awayJealousy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn to his friends and say
He'd rather be with them
This happens every day
Jealousy begins to stem
How do I send the feeling away?
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Jacqueline Risen's ProfileBackgroundJacqueline Risen's Profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Birthplace: Thermosia Region, Yougan
Parentage: Ulric and Lorelei
Height: 0.99 m / 3’3”
Weight: 31.75 kg / 70 lbs.
Leader of the Risen Regime
Master of Feng Hyung Yi and Long Bao
Skills & Abilities
-High Resistance to High Temperatures
Mastery in Almost Every Known Weaponry
-Repairs wounds and injuries over time
-Bracelets House its Power Cores and Remote Communicators
Twin Katana Blades
-Can deflect plasma shots and bullets
-Can withstand high temperatures
-Fires electroshock shots
2 Electroshock Taser Blaster Pistols
Desert Eagle .50 Caliber Handgun
Single Handedly Defeated the Daedalus Elites
Conquered Several Different Nations
Most powerful Risen in History
Found a Way to Summon Wings to Fly by Using Tattoos on Her Back
Mastered 2 Fighting Styles on Her Own
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
DaleHear me read itDale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They will not silence the bells for you.
The roses will not halt their will to wilt
and lilies will disassemble under the earth.
They will not dust Frankincense over cities
and trees will not bow down in grief
willingly donating limbs to become tissues.
But throats will dry out mid-sentence and
black hankerchiefs will be dubbed into pockets.
There will be enough salt to melt the ice
embedded around the hearts of old enemies.
Old enemies will turn friend once more
and the church will be full, packed with love.
The world is unlikely to take a moment's prayer;
Earth spins too fast to pause for any of us.
But the meagre collection of people you touched
(meagréd only by the tear-ridden knowledge
that you would have touched many more in time)
Will ache tonight and whisper of your friendship.
You were and always will be; loved.
Bad timing [dialogue story]Bad timing [dialogue story]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer
Caught in a hearty small-talk with a stranger, Snippy walks down the street alongside the female companion he met a few days ago. She'd been sharing her findings with him and proved to mean him no harm, so he decided to allow her to stick around with him while the rest of his crew wasn't around.
I tell you, in these post-apocalyptic times, you can never be sure. I'd say most of the people you meet will want to murder and rob you.
You can't trust anyone, especially not people who seem irrationally nice to you, people who seem irrationally mean to you, aliens, giant monster worms, strangers in general or that guy over there crouching behind that broken wall and looking like he has a rifle aimed at us- Ooooh fuck…
Snippy wraps his arms around the girl as the gun goes off, and pulls her down behind a car for cover.
Seconds later he sits up and leans against the
Feelings of love - part one"Itachi-san, may I have a word with you?" Kisame Hoshigaki, scourge of the hidden mist, said to the nonchalant teenager that was passing him in the hallway. Itachi then followed Kisame down the hallway until they stopped by their room and went in.Feelings of love - part one8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So, what do you want to talk about, Kisame? I'm very busy since I have to get ready to fight my insolent little brother." Itachi said. Kisame nodded his head.
"I know, I know. I just wanted to talk with you before you did all that." Kisame explained. "Look Itachi, this is a big risk. I know that you are really strong and really talented but you still could get killed." Kisame said until he was interrupted by Itachi.
"Kisame, I have to do this. Right now, Sasuke is our biggest obstacle to get my jinchuuriki. Keep that in mind." Itachi retorted, crossing his arms.
Kisame placed his hands on Itachi's shoulders and said, "Itachi, I'm not talking about the jinchuuriki, it's your health and safety that I'm worried about right now."
Itachi pushed K
DP: FIIT Chapter 6Slowly, the three ponies started on their way back to Twilight and the TARDIS. Fluttershy found herself staring at the brown stallion every once in a while. Every time he had glanced at her, she would squeak and lower her head in dismay. Finally, they saw a blue box and Twilight, still with her mouth agape.DP: FIIT Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Pinkie, go pull her out of her trance, would you?” The Doctor asked as he went to pick up the forgotten timey-wimey detector.
The pink mare nodded energetically. “Okkie dokie loki!!” She exclaimed as she bounded toward her purple friend. Fluttershy, still feeling a bit uncomfortable with the stallion, gently followed Pinkie. Just as Pinkie was about to touch Twilight, there was a loud “BOOM!” and a bright flash of light.
The purple unicorn was immediately pulled out of her trance. “Doctor!” She said looking straight at the stallion. Pinkie was squinting, trying to see w
A is for ArachnophobiaA is for ArachnophobiaA is for Arachnophobia4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Having a grown man leap on top of you in the ungodly hours of the morning is hardly the most pleasant way to wake up.... as Charles Snippy now knew from first-hand experience.
"What," he gasped, winded, shoving Pilot off his chest, "are you doing?!"
Pilot let out an infernal screech as he tried to clamber further onto the couch and further onto Snippy, his arms and legs wrapping around the sniper like a monkey.
"Run, Snippy!" he screeched. "Run for your life!"
"Run from what?!" All traces of sleepiness now gone, Snippy attempted to prise Pilot off him, but the other had a grip of steel and was clinging like a limpet.
"It'll eat us alive!" Pilot wailed. "It'll lay eggs in us and they'll hatch out of our eyeballs!"
"What are you talking about?!" Snippy asked irritably, turning his face away as Pilot began waving his hands madly about. "Stop squirming around! Get off me!"
Finally seeming to calm himself down, Pilot crawled off Sni
Giusto“N-o-o-o-o!”Giusto2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He screamed at me, his goggly eyes opened like a frog’s. His voice was funny, it made me want to laugh - but he also looked scary, so I didn't. I stopped singing and stared at him. I wasn't sure if I had to close my mouth or not so I left it half open.
“No. No! No! That was not a mi sharp!”
I thought it would be good to close my mouth now. The man looked at Papa and pointed his tiny finger at me. He was all tiny, only his head was huge, with a funny mustache and the goggly eyes.
“Why did you bring this to me? Are you trying to mock me? You’re wasting my time.”
Papa was all red by now and not looking at me. I didn't know what was going on but I think Papa wanted to be away from the huge room with the piano.
“He was in the church choir” Papa stuttered. “The choir master told us he was very good – he has a very high voice – good technique -”
“Good technique? Good
House of the SnailCurled like a tadpole in the confines of the ball turret, he slips into his mind and enters the first nautilus ring of memory.House of the Snail4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sees a potting shed littered with terra cotta fragments, soft loam, and quietly rotting tomato vines. It is fall now, and the place hasn't been used for nearly a month, not that his mother was ever much of a gardener - she prefers the career of a socialite, and complains constantly about this heathen life in the country. His father yells whenever she embarks on a new tirade, and his mother drinks something out of a square-cut glass bottle that looks as though it were pilfered from Oz, and then everything is still again. For a while.
He watches himself enter the shed, gawky and fair. Tears have made a paisley pattern of sorts in the skim of blood on his pale cheek, and the skin about his eye looks like an oval of wet blotter paper rife with plum-colored ink. He purloins a splinter of stake from the tomato ruins, and in his rage and helplessness, ass
Karkat Wont Say He's In Love"I had alot of fun today Karkat," John giggled as he stood at the front door. He had spent the whole day with Karkat justKarkat Wont Say He's In Love4 years ago in Romance More Like This
haning out and watching troll movies. "Thanks for letting me come over."
"Yeah yeah whatever fuckass."
"It sucks that you have to go in to the lab now."
Karkat looked up at the derpy faced kid, feeling his face heating up. What was it about this kid that made him so flustered.
He thought that if he acted like a complete jackass, mabey the kid would end up hating him but no; John wanted to be his
"Well I would take you with me if I could but I can't." Karkat lied. He knew nobody would care if the human hung around with them
but Karkat found him distracting.
"Do you want me to fly you there so you don't have to walk?"
John scooped him up in his arms as they took to the sky. He remembered being terrified the first time John had taken him
flying but he was used to it now. He had to admit, the close proximity made him more frusterated than he
Love iz crazy - RAIn his dreams, she was so real - even though she had never been a real person. Back then, she had existed only as a scientific project. Now, she was just a projection of his anxiety and longing. In fact, she remained his mind's creation - the greatest and the most terrifying one.Love iz crazy - RA4 years ago in Romance More Like This
In those dreams, he could hear her electronic voice. She was calling him, talking to him softly. Her words sounded so lovingly, and oh, so tempting. He would be willing to listen to them forever.
He could also sense her digital presence. She was like a ghost - not material, yet able to lure him in. She played with his feelings, and he knew that she would win. He wanted to surrender, to melt away in the pervasive substance of her entity.
"Annie " he sighed in his sleep.
"Connect with me, my dear."
That sentence made him sweat. He had treated her like a woman once. Now it was all coming back to him in a flow of alarming emotions. ANNIE had used to be so much more than a search engine he had almost bee
Six years ago.I wasn't ready for you. I was readySix years ago.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a brawl. I was ready to trade in the hand
I'd been dealt for new cards, all of them
the queen of hearts. I was ready
to fight my mother for the next four years,
to blow so many holes in our relationship that we're
still half-sunk & bailing water out of a boat
we don't recognise anymore.
I was ready for a drink. I was ready
to hit rock bottom & start digging, to put out
my own fire with dirt and a shovel. I was ready
to be the kind of shitty girlfriend that leaves
you hanging on the other end of the line
while I chain smoke cigarettes
in the rain,
to spend six years and counting
waiting for another man to hit me,
to stay up late every night deciding
whether to walk away this time
or close my eyes and take it.
I was a rabid dog in too-small skin, itching
to break everything around me
until I felt whole again.
I wasn't ready to be happy.
I was on hands and skinned knees crawling
towards the day that I would.
The Past, The Present, and Our FutureThe Past, The Present, and Our Future3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter One- Amongst the Trees
Amilie Manson is a pale and petite girl, with long, dark red hair. It flows behind her as she runs quickly. Her breath comes out in harsh pants, and her feet slap the ground as she runs. She runs through the forest with which she grew up knowing and loving. She usually finds a happy place in the forest. When she is in the forest, she feels closer to her powers. Her witch's powers are specialized in wind, earth, water, and fire. Amilie has one other ability that is rather unusual, and she never tells anyone about it. She can feel the spirits of the things around her if she tried to listen hard enough. Amilie has never told anyone about feeling spirit, it's considered a dark art. So she's hid her ability well.
She scans over the trees with her deep purple colored eyes, reading into their spirit. The trees are large and a pretty blue, the branches twist with the other branches. The leaves are paler in color then the bark and there are lightbugs flying throug
gossamer, and yousome peoplegossamer, and you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(the lucky ones)
get songs stuck in their heads.
i, on the other hand,
am left with words
that beat incessantly against
the confines of my brain.
last week, it was "gossamer."
i thought it was whimsical;
that was pleasant.
i saw the word
every which way i turned:
a gossamer veil of sunlight,
a silk shirt like gossamer,
a spider hanging by a thread of it.
i hate the word now,
with all its whimsy washed away;
the hard g is too harsh and garish
against the roof of my mouth,
the double s too serpentine.
it feels numbingly stiff on my tongue,
like some sort of linguistic anomaly,
a could-be word that really shouldn't be.
today, it was your name.
(i never thought
proper nouns counted, but
evidently, they do.)
i didn't see you as much as i heard you,
in the whistling of the breeze
or the creaking of the hardwood floors.
your imposing yet warm presence
near the nape of my neck.
i admit that somewhere
in the recesses of my mind,