ROTG Shift Contest: Remember Me!"W-what is this?!" A scream was heard ringing out through the woodland area of a still developing young country.ROTG Shift Contest: Remember Me!8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zooming into a certain area, a young boy wearing nothing of the royal sort of clothing which he seemed to detest, instead looking as if he had thrown some pieces of cloth and sewn them together before calling them an "attire". The young boy (if you could call someone who looked in his late teens young) burst from a bush with a frightened look planted on his face as he took off running in a seemingly random direction. It became apparent as to why he was running when howls pierced the night's spell of silence and they pursued the hapless boy.
The raven haired boy continued to run, stumbling on his two feet like a newborn calf. At one point he fell, tripping on a root. He looked back and tears welled up as the sound of crunching leaves behind him. His head snapped around as he heard gunshots ring throughout the forest. The boy snapped his head back to the ground and ducke
RotG and KotOR- Dantooine“What do you mean you found him?”RotG and KotOR- Dantooine7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I did, he-.”
“We put him under your surveillance, wasn’t that the deal?”
“Well...you see-.” The brown-haired woman paused when a voice sliced through the air.
“Hey! That’s my robe!”
“Oops, sorry about that.”
“Oi, get your skinny hide over here!”
“Come on K9!”
“Come back here, rodent!”
Suddenly everyone in the room looked back just as a young-looking human flew past the meeting room, a robotic dog at his heels followed by a very deranged-looking rabbit. The rabbit seemed to be shouting after him as they ran back down the hallway.
“You’ll never catch me, roo!” The boy called as they grew farther and farther away from the meeting room.
“I’m not a kangaroo!”
The brown-haired woman facepalmed as the voices continued, but just as one of the elders was about to say something she held
Soul Eater x ReaderYou were running. Breath rushed from your mouth in rasps and wheezes. You feet clicked against the cobblestone street. You heard something like a battle cry and metal slicing through wind. You spun around as you reached a dead end. Your shirt was torn, revealing the bottom of your black undergarments. Your chest heaved as you struggled to regain your breath again. A battle took place before you. A teenage girl who yielded a scythe. A short plaid skirt completed her school uniform. She must’ve been a meister from The Academy. You didn’t need her help. The monster dropped to its knees in a bloody pool as her scythe sliced cleanly through its flesh. The girl let go of her weapon. Just before it hit the ground, it transformed into a boy. He looked like the same age as the girl that yielded him as a weapon. A red orb floated from the body of the beast. He reached out and grabbed it.Soul Eater x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Just one more,” he muttered as he brought it to his lips. The girl smiled and panted
Untitled Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover - Part 1It's in his pocket.Untitled Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover - Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An old fob watch hanging on a silver chain, clinging with all its might to the woolen fabric as if afraid of losing its owner.
The owner himself does not pay it much mind. He never looks at it it is unnecessary it is just a watch and it is a good weight there in his pocket keeping him grounded when his mind goes out of his head and is soaring somewhere in cosmos collecting facts and theories.
No, he doesn't need to look at it. His nimble fingers have run its edges sharp and have traced the delicate pattern countless times over the years. They know every curve, every line and they will never reveal this secret to another person, another human. This is his and it will stay that way, hidden within the depths of his coat and giving him a sense of home, however mad that sounds to his own ears. You can't have home in a clock.
PurgatoryDarkness, surrounding,Purgatory2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Glowing red eyes,
growls in the night.
trying to escape,
searching for a
Blood dripping from
trying to escape
Frost and Stories: part 9 Mnemosyne and I spent a few weeks together. Being the muse, she gave me some pointers on honing in that particular ability of mine. Aside from our misunderstanding, we had surprisingly a lot in common. We weren't similar in any way, but we had a lot of similar views. She took her musing very seriously, just as I did my stories. I promised her that I'd leave the Mediterranean to her, which was her 'turf' as she'd called it, in return for the pointers.Frost and Stories: part 98 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Part of me found it difficult to deal with her, she had a snarky attitude and was slightly elitist. She also was a terrible gossip about other immortals. She badmouthed them at almost every turn. On my second day with her, she realized that she had heard a few passing comments about me. Mostly from immortals who'd seen me and Jack together. "I'm surprised. With your personality, I should have heard something
Geelena: Prom I don't know what they expected from me when I came here, probably a female suit, or maybe even baggy pants and a band t-shirt. Even though I wore skirts practically every day, it meant nothing when paired with a stereotype. Yet as I walked into the room in a floor length dress, everyone seemed to freeze. I had expected the worst, yet it was worse than the worst.Geelena: Prom2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Their eyes followed me; every single person at the prom watched my every move as I drifted across the floor. I made an extreme effort to watch the wall intently as I walked around the perimeter of the highschoolers yet I couldn't stop myself from seeing my reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall in my path. I froze.
I saw a creature, dressed in dark blue silk. The strapless gown gracefully hugged my body in all the right places, reaching my hip then flowing like a waterfall around my