The Death Of A DogThe town hadn’t been the same since, Jimmy had fallen into the wood chipper, but that didn’t stop us from having a good time. I would have felt sorry about the accident, but Jim was the playground bully, and I was kind of relieved that I wouldn’t be going home with trousers full of sand anymore. Besides, who had time to be worrying about accidents from the past when you had to deal with one now. “Sammy, why did you do that?” I asked.The Death Of A Dog2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s not my fault,” Sammy yelled back, “It was already dead when I started poking it.”
“You’re lying,” I bend down near the dog and poked at its belly. “It was alive this morning, you did something to it to make it die.”
“How could I make it die?” Sammy kicked at the ground, “I’m not even old enough to make things die.”
“What are you taking about? We’re eight, that’s old enough.” I responded, “Remember that
TT Story: Raven- Chapter 3TT Story: Raven- Chapter 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3: Nowhere to Run
After a week of captivity, Raven was beginning to chafe severely. Slade allowed her such little time out of the little room she was allotted; for most of the days she was locked up with nothing to do. Frustration mounted; she wished that she could use all this spare time to meditate, but that of course was impossible. The food he brought her was hardly satisfying either.
Almost as if called, the key suddenly scraped in the lock, making Raven jump. It swung open and Slade entered, balancing her breakfast of runny eggs, dry toast and watery coffee in his hands. He made to shove the door closed with his wide shoulder, but Raven, struck with a desperate impulse, darted forward slipped out the door, slamming it behind her. As she turned to run, she heard the metal plate and mug crash to the floor as Slade dropped it to come after her.
Without hesitation, she sprinted down the long, shadowy corridor. Halfway down, she heard the heavy door cra
Batman: Bedside Confessions"Oh, Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie "Batman: Bedside Confessions3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Unbeknownst to Edward Nigma, somewhere in the darkness nearby, a husky female voice is sighing.
"Now what have you gotten yourself into THIS time?"
Stepping out of the shadows of the quaint little room, Catwoman stalks languidly towards the incapacitated Prince of Puzzle's hospital bed.
Emerald green eyes curiously scan the various machines gathered around. Like a kid in a candy store, she touches and inspects each one. Running her fingers along one such machine, Selina watches in awe as Edward's heart beats on the monitor nearby. Slow and steady, a faint deet sounds from the machine in tune to his pulse.
"I mean, just look at you. All tubes and wires How easy it would be for me to just pull the plug."
Her fingers itch to turn the various knobs and push each and every button. How she longs to pull the plug and hear him flat line, to watch him squirm in agony as she rips the countless vital tubes and wires from his body. Oh, she can se
CastielxReader Ch. 9: A Creature You Never WereSpoilers: YESCastielxReader Ch. 9: A Creature You Never Were1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Extra: Reader awesome and magical.
Sam, Dean and Cas may be a bit out of character
Spelling/grammar mistakes: everywhere
I really really hope you like it
You got into the Impala, Sam, Dean and you had just completed another hunt and were terribly tired, those ghosts surely didn’t want to lose the fight. You got some scratches on your arms from knives suddenly flying at you but you were fast and had been able to dodge them, well, sort of. Dean started the car and looked at the map. “How far ‘till the next hotel?” you couldn’t hear what Sam replied for you had put your earplugs in and your favourite music cut you off from the world around you. You couldn’t stop thinking about a few days ago, that day when you kissed Castiel in the rain with his warm trench coat around you. He probably thought it was yet another way of comforting humans and he was probably right abou
All the Same - UsUkHe stood, his gun pointed at the boy-almost-man he regarded as his younger brother. "I can't do it. You bloody fool Dammit why dammit " he muttered, dropping to his knees on the muddy ground.All the Same - UsUk4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"England " America began, "You used to be so big "
It had been a year or so since that stormy day, and England still hadn't gotten over it. He couldn't seem to get the memory out of his mind, no matter how much he drank. Bottle after bottle, the memories still haunted him, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take before he snapped.
He cursed himself over and over for letting the boy-almost-man go. He was constantly worried that something might happen to him, careless as America was, and that it would just make everything hurt worse.
England sat at the bar over, drinking something. He wasn't really sure what. He was too drunk to remember. Finishing his glass of whatever-it-was, he stood up and walked out the door of the bar. Staggered, actually, into pouring r
The Art of Letting Go"What is it ?" Steve asked quietly, brows furrowing softly at man staring back at him among the paper. That man staring back at him was himself. There was the familiar hard line of his nose, the grey of his eyes, the gentle swoop of his pale hair.The Art of Letting Go3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"It's an IPhone," Mr. Stark replied, "Well sort of an IPhone. I made a few tweaks here and there so I prefer to call it a SPhone." He raised his thick brows, leaning back against the couch and spreading his arms over the top of it like he owned the thing.
"Isn't that illegal?" Dr. Banner inquired with a bit of an amused smile, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward on him.
"Not for Tony Stark it isn't." When you were a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist the average rules of life did not apply.
Steve picked up the thin phone in his hands from where it was nestled amidst a sea of dated newspapers. Of course Tony hadn't bothered to put the thing in a box let alone wrap it with actually wrapping paper. It was pro
UsUk: Be My Hero1940, London.UsUk: Be My Hero5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The London Blitz.
Reducing me to a writhing, screaming child every night. Suffering the impact of the bombs on my city, hearing the screams of my people, seeing the damage and the fire and beaten, broken faces. My people would fight them any way that they could; my citizens rebuilt every morning. My pilots would fight the Germans every night. The dark night air was broken by the sounds of explosions and gun fire.
I was completely alone. France had fallen to the Nazi war machine, and the Soviet Union had a pact with that insane bastard. And the United States was neutral.
Then again, I couldn't expect anything else from the American; last time we met, I'd shouted and screamed at him, telling him to stay out of my life forever. And I guess he'd decided to do just that. He'd sit on the side lines whilst I was bombed and battered every night, he'd sit back and watch whilst my people died. But it's none of his concern, he'd tell himself. He has a duty to his own people, never m
Inflation School 2: Inflation Queen(WARNING! This contains Inflation, Deflation and Popping)Inflation School 2: Inflation Queen5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
After being in an unsure state of dream and darkness, Lucy was surprised to have a shockingly cold blast into her stomach. It was the first thing she had felt in a while, and it felt good. Girls around the class were looking at her, a sea of "Oh my god!"'s raining from the onlookers as Lucy's crumpled body began to take shape and girls began to recognize her. Lucy had been in an awkward limbo for a year or so, but she could hardly tell it. Most her of her memories had faded away, but like an avalanche they broke back into her mind when she felt her body being compressed into the tight uniform of Steam Coast High. Finally, her memory of the school was all restored fully when her skin reached the state before tightness, and one girl from the crowd yelled "She's that one who burst Scarlet!", and she remembered exactly
Bondage shop: Devin, Sidney and Erin Not many customers come into the bondage shop where I, Andy, work and make a living selling kinky stuff to people. Still, there seem to be a steady increase in people coming here to find ways to improve their kinky lifestyle.Bondage shop: Devin, Sidney and Erin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And today seems to be another good day, because there has already been some customers, and here comes some more. Three women. One is obviously old enough. Id guess late thirties or early forties. But the two others seem rather young. They look like theyre 20 at most, not 21 like the shops rules state as the minimum age requirement for getting to come in and shop.
As usual, I greet them in the door, telling them my name. They all smile, but as they all start moving further in, I stop the two younger ones. The older one stops as well.
I need to see identification, I say sternly. They gladly picked up something from their pants pockets which I inspected right away.
Their names are Sidney Corssen and Er
Inflation SchoolLucy glanced around the corridors of Steam Coast High, trying to familiarize herself with the new school. Being at a new school was pretty scary, but what she had found out threw rumour was even scarier. Apparently at this school, girls liked to inflate each other. Instead of a prank being snogging someone else's boyfriend, they liked to stick a hose in the other's pants. Steam Coast was an all-girls school, halls constantly packed and classes constantly full. Lucy gazed down at her timetable and saw what lesson she had next: maths. She hurried along, hunting for the room she was supposed to be in, catching a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a window. She stood out like a sore-thumb here, with curly blonde hair accompanying her chocolate brown eyes. She didn't feel right being compressed into a school uniform, her old school didn't have one, but this "new expensive private school" did. Grey blazers and white shirts, and Lucy had gone for the black skirt and leggings option. It wInflation School7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Bit LoonySince they had started engaging in coitus on a regular basis, the domestic lives of the two men residing in flat 221B had gone a bit loony. Anyone would've thought that Sherlock's condescending nature would've permanently ensured that any deliberate manipulation of the other flatmate would be carried out by him. But this ended up not being the case. For John, who already had more of a handle on the man than anyone ever had before, had found that such intimate knowledge of his flatmate as hearing him moan and sometimes scream with pleasure, was more than enough to give John an edge in their relationship. That was the problem with distinctive and severe personalities like Sherlock–it made it easy to see variations.A Bit Loony2 years ago in Romance More Like This
And seeing Sherlock in such vulnerable (and atypical) instances as when he was writhing under the doctor's touch, made those moments not only incredibly special to John, but also shattered the illusion that his friend was not human. And as John found the pieces of the machine
A FacadeA Facade3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I have been lonely from the start.
From the moment I was "born" to the time a ship sailed into one of my harbors for the first time, I have been alone. There was no one to see, no one to talk to. The natives thought I was some sort of supernatural being, not to be looked directly in eye or touched. After all, my skin was light and my eyes a stunning blue, while their skin was dark and their eyes a soft brown. Not a single person accepted me.
Then one morning, when I was playing with my only friend (a rabbit), I heard footsteps come up from behind me. I thought maybe it was another native coming to give another useless offering, but instead, I found a man who looked similar to me. His skin was glowing it was so light and he towered over me. Blond, tussled hair hid vibrant green eyes and the sun cast stark shadows over his elaborate clothing. I thought he was a god. He seemed surprised to see me sitting there, for he visibly
UsUk - All the Same Part TwoEngland awoke to a pounding headache. He groaned, and started to roll onto his back, his eyes still closed. He stopped halfway, as moving only made his head pound more. He opened his eyes a little bit, but shut them again. The light streaming in a window hurt his eyes, and his head pounded. He groaned again.UsUk - All the Same Part Two4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
England felt a movement beside him. "Finally awake, are we?" said a voice.
" Enh?" England replied. His sluggish thoughts managed to register that the voice seemed familiar, but in his hung-over state, he was having trouble associating a name or a face with it. He turned his head, ignoring his headache.
"Mornin'," said an unidentifiable someone lying in the bed next to him. "Still hung over, I see." England opened his eyes all the way this time. The face slid into focus, and England almost imploded. What the hell ? he thought.
"What ? No this isn't real. I'm delusional. I'm dead." England stood up. His head pounded. He pinched his arm. It's not a
-Johnlock Challenge- 4/100. ''Dark''Ever since he was a child, John was afraid of the dark. He would sit huddled in the corner of his bed, rocking back and forth as he hugged 'Snuggles' and tried to conceal his sobbing. His father had slapped him once for "crying like a baby". His father had shouted to him that Harriet was never afraid of the dark. John had become more scared after that.-Johnlock Challenge- 4/100. ''Dark''3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was the dark per say that he was afraid of. It was the things that lurked within it's shadowy depths that he couldn't see. He imagined monsters and ghouls and people with knives awaiting for him when his mother would flick the light switch off. An insomnia had developed due to his fear. But he never made a sound. John was too scared that his father would be angry again.
It was quite a surprise to John that he had willed himself to joining the army despite his ever growing fear of darkness. His fear had only increased dramatically when in the dark, there really were people with knives and the cold, shallow echoing of gun
Beastly Beauty 4He wasn't coming. He wasn't coming and of that Arthur was absolutely sure. Tink, tink, tink went Arthur's nails as he drummed his fingers against the porcelain surface of his teacup. His tea had long since gone cold, but somehow cradling the cup in his hand calmed him down by the slightest of bits. He wasn't coming; Arthur was sure. What an absolute idiot he had been. To leave the future of his career in the hands of a young, virile college student had to be one of the worst ideas he had ever come up with in his short lifespan. That areshole was probably flirting with a group of those obnoxiously giddy girls (The ones with the fake blonde hair and huge knockers who believed that Rob Pattinson was actually attractive), laughing about the pathetic little British man he had lured into a false sense of hope and ! Dear God he was cynical .Beastly Beauty 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
Just then, a sort of ringing echoed in his mind. "What the bloody ?" He was about to think that maybe he had pushed himself off his rocker
UsUk: Happy Ending1940.UsUk: Happy Ending5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The London Blitz.
Europe was falling to the Nazi War machine as it rolled mercilessly over the map, and countries were falling one by one like dominoes.
But I stood up and said no. That insane bastard was no going to get my proud Empire. Great Britain would stand and fight. And that's how I ended up being bombarded by bombs every night, helpless as I can do nothing to fight them. I'm caught up in pain and agony, hardly sleeping and screaming until my throat bleeds. My pilots fight against the Germans, brave and unyielding. And my pilots are helped by American volunteers, who came over here on their own accord, despite their nation not being in the war.
And their nation was here too. Alfred F. Jones was here to help.
After leaving me, being in two wars with me and dealing with my yelling and screaming at him, he still came back to help me. He came back to protect me. It just made me fall more in love with him. Of course, he wasn't aware of my feelings, nor was he aware of what the
USUK Child Rearing Diaries 14And so a new life had begun. Charlie Preston Kirkland-Jones was born on September 29th at 3:45 AM; seven pounds and five ounces. The little sprout of hair on his soft rounded head was the color of wheat while his eyes were the same endless blue as the skies. It was almost amazing- the resemblance between the new born in his father Alfred. Even with the boy's young age and youthful baby face it was definitely apparent which parent had won the gene battle, but the naming battle had been won by Arthur. But it was no matter who he looked like or who named him little Charlie was loved greatly by both of his fathers.USUK Child Rearing Diaries 145 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was now October first- two days since Arthur and Alfred had welcomed there new son into the world. After a few tests and some days for the baby to adjust to his new life on the outside the doctors had given the thrilled couple the okay to take the infant home. After a few days of well deserved rest and adjusting to life without another one within her Mary Jo was also given th
The RoseAt a desk, coffee sachets rest.The Rose3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Long-life milk harbours
white dreams of expiry.
Shuffling in his forgetful nest
a grey man blinks
at the intruding light.
Americo, do you remember
your antique power,
that opened like a rose
on the walls of Hiroshima?
Bad News for Black BallBad News for Black Ball4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Melinda is rushing around the house after hearing the news of her husband John's capture by the mysterious Cerveau. She goes into a drawer and pulls out and earpiece, pushes a button, and inserts it into her right ear. She runs upstairs to the spare bedroom and opens the closet.
"Tara, cancel the rally. I'm in a no-win situation. Even if I drop out of the race, John's still in danger and I'm not going to give that smug bastard the satisfaction that he had a hand in the outcome of this election."
She takes off her sweater and grabs the familiar blue garb hanging inside. She quickly disrobes and pulls on the skin-tight oufit.
"I've been in contact with John's superior and I found out the last time he contacted headquarters and where the next stop on his patrol was. He had to have been taken between those two points and I'd imagine he wasn't taken too far when he was abducted. They have officers combing the area
APH-My Firearm is My Friend 1-My Firearm is My Friend-APH-My Firearm is My Friend 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It started just like any other day. Any other normal clear and crisp September morning; bright and sunny with a cottony white clouds lazily floating about in the skies over head. Alfred decided to wake up a little late that morning seeing as how he didn't have any meetings to go to until late that afternoon. It was about eight o' clock by the time the personification of America finally decided to roll out of the fluffy and warm comfort of his bed. The large man swung his long legs over the side of the mattress; flinching a little when the soles of his feet came in contact with the cold hard wood floor of his bedroom. The ash blonde stretched his arms high above his head before letting the limbs flop back down limply to his sides.
The morning world seemed blurry and out of focus for a few seconds before America stretched over to his bedside table and retrieved Texas; placing the glasses on the edge of his nose where they belonged. With the world now clear to hi
UKUS - Broken AnkleArthur watched the scene unfold in front of him, he was part disgusted because of how obsessed the American was with food but then amused as well, because Alfred actually had taken a flying leap towards him. He braced himself for the tackle but only heard a loud crash. He opened his eyes and saw the younger country face down on the ground, limbs splayed out.UKUS - Broken Ankle4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Amusement gone, Arthur rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Really, Alfred, if you want the ice cream, you're going to have to come and get it. Now get up and dust yourself off, that's what you get for trying to rush into things."
There was no response or movement from the person on the ground and part of him was starting to get worried, could America have knocked himself out from just a trip of the feet? "That crash was pretty loud," Arthur commented out loud. He put the pint of ice cream down on the edge of crate and walked cautiously over to the supposed unconscious American. He was ready though for any of Alfred's childish tr
Kissing in the rain.And when we're in a middle of a fight,Kissing in the rain.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your lips come crashing down on mine.
Those are the things I miss.
Jenna-Louise Coleman 1Jenna-Louise ColemanJenna-Louise Coleman 17 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[It was only through discussion with Aftershow that I became aware of the beautiful Miss Coleman, and it is with his help that this story approaches something close to realistically representing British society, which I do not live in, nor have I ever truly experienced. This story would not have been possible without his assistance, consultation, and ideas. I hope that my skills have done his vision justice. As a note to most readers, all of the dress sizes here are United Kingdom sizes, which differ from American sizes. Simply subtract two from a given size to get the US equivalent. Also, this story is intended to be taken as one work, but DA text limits dictate that it must be broken up into several installments. I encourage you to read them at once if possible for the best effect.
This project has exceeded my wildest expectations on the composition end. It has been an incredible pleasure to write and I sincerely hope you will enjoy it as muc
Meeting Mummy1:27Meeting Mummy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Can you buy some rat poison?
I want to make cookies
With rat poison?
Yes. They're a gift.
Oh. I'm not letting you poison Donovan.
They aren't for Donovan.
Not letting you poison Anderson
Not for him either.
Took you long enough.
Third time's a charm.
Has nothing to do with charm. It's process of elimination.
Figure of speech Sherlock.
Why do you want to poison Mycroft?
Do I need a reason to poison my brother?
He told Mummy about us.
Oh. Is that a problem?
Yes. Now she wants to meet you.
And that's a problem because?
Do you fancy spending a weekend with a cross between Mycroft and Ms Hudson?
She's your mother.
Her biological relation to me doesn't make her less irritating.
Maybe not but you can't ignore you're mother.
And what about the re