WorkWorkWork5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At the same time as the kids, began yet another year at their extraordinary school, in hopes of learning and making more progress on their own unique journeys of self-discovery, their parents began another day of working.
It seemed still weird in addition to wonderful, after the exhilarating as well as unimaginable adventures theyd taken in their roller-coaster ride of their youths that theyve normal lives. Or as normal lives as one can have. In view of the fact that normal, along with perfect and power are only illusions.
Yet here they were. Each and every one grown-up, married with families as well as jobs. It sorta gave a melancholy feeling to the whole gang. It wasnt hard to imagine that Atem wasnt the only one missing the thrill of saving mankind. Once youve tasted adventure, it was next to impossible, to stop thinking about, that luscious matchless sensation.
Right now the former pharaoh was in his
Meeting ChuggaaConroyHey everyone, it's NOT Chuggaaconroy, but rather a fan-boy writing a speech about him. My name is Bryan Gamez and a person I want to meet when I grow up is one of the most famous LPers in YouTube, Emile. His username is Chuggaaconroy and he has over 100 thousand subscribers, almost 20 million channel views, 108 million upload views and is currently the 72nd most subscribed director in YouTube. For those wondering what LP's are, they are Let's Plays, which are videos of people playing games while the person commentates on it. Emile is currently so popular because he can be very funny, he does an amazing job editing his videos, very informative, and he is very friendly. Well anyway, the reason I chose Emile as the famous person I want to meet is because I have a lot more to say than just "OH MY GOD! IT'S CHUGGAACONROY!" followed by a faint. Another reason is because it is much more realistic meeting him than people like movie stars or the president. Lastly, and I said this before, he isMeeting ChuggaaConroy4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
27 MillionNo goodbyes. Too many tears, too many searching eyes. Shoving hands, rough and cruel, yanking and grabbing to pull them along. Which one will sell best? Maybe the young girl with her slim legs and pretty face, or the strapping man who could lift over a hundred pounds. The girl is pushed and she stumbles, and they're on her like wolves; jerking her back to her feet while fondling her too. The chains keep the others from helping, from protecting; and any attention towards them will only induce the same pain and molesting. Mothers weep for the child they will never see grow up. Children, scared and confused, have yet to realize that they will never be their own person.27 Million2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The chain is long. Made up of red, white, black and brown. Stretching and stretching. One million links, five million, seven million...Yet somehow, a blind eye is turned. The suffering aren't seen. That strapping young man will be beat near death, not a single ear hearing his cry for help. That young girl spends every
An Eevee's StoryAn Eevee's StoryAn Eevee's Story4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 ~ First Day
The sunlight shone into the little room of Emmi, a female Eevee who lived on the outskirts of the forest near a small town. Emmi's parents had decided to move here because of problems they were having with neighbors who had concerns about Emmi. Emmi had been born with a special birthmark on her forehead that their neighbors feared were markings of an evil creature. To escape, her parents decided to move away in order to avoid criticism from the community.
Emmi had no memory of when she had lived in her hometown, so she had made friends in her new home. Today was Emmi's first day of kindergarten at the local school in the area, and she was up and ready early that morning because she was so excited.
"Mom! Dad! Wake up! You promised you'd take me to my
Her Life Was Cold and DarkÉPONINE:Her Life Was Cold and Dark4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pardon me, m'sieur," Éponine murmured apologetically, as she pulled off the dusty trousers from the body of the drowned man. She couldn't keep going around dressed as a girl, not now that she'd ruined her father's latest scheme. "Eurgh!" She let out a yelp of disgust as a rat scuttled out of the man's chest. Shaking off the man's coat, Éponine was relieved to not discover any more animals, and pulled it over her long frame, grateful to see it sufficiently covered her chest. After replacing her tattered skirt with the pants, the last step was to twist her tangled blonde hair into a ball and stuff it into her hat. She glanced down at a puddle. Good. She could pass for a boy. An effeminate boy, but a boy nonetheless.
"Marius let me die with you " she whispered, emerging from sewers for the Rue de Villette. She could hear Enjolras shouting commands long before the rising barricades came into view, his power and authority clear. A shiver ran up her spine
Sea of Lies Part 25Sea of Lies Part 253 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sea of Lies Part 25
Jim woke up to a slimy feeling creeping across his forehead. He opened his eyes and jumped up. He heard a giggly noise as he fell over, out of his hammock and onto the ground.
Little Morph hovered over his face, chirping with pleasure. Jim moaned as a sudden pain pulsed from the back of his head. It had been five days since his little confrontation with Scroop. Since then, Jim tried to stay out of his way.
Suddenly, Morph turned into a smaller version of Silver.
"Up! Up! Up!" He squealed. "Breakfast is hot!"
Jim huffed and rubbed some sand from his eyes. Streams of sunlight streamed in from slits in the ceiling. He was usually a morning person. He wasn't like Melody, who usually didn't talk until at least 9:30.
He reached under his hammock and pulled out his boots. He slid his foot in both of them and tightened the strap on the top.
He stood up and stretched his arms out. He squinted from the light as he emerged from the lower deck. No one was out on deck. They were
A New Ending: TangledA New Ending: Tangled3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Flynn, with the help of Maximus and the thugs of the Snuggly Duckling, made a bolld escape from jail and headed to Rapunzel's tower. 'Rapunzel's in trouble! I have to save her!' He kept thinking. Riding Maximus, he made to the tower.
"Rapunzel! Let down your hair!" He called. After a few seconds, he began clmbing the tower, but then Rapunzel let her hair down, so he climbed up on it instead.
"Rapunzel, I thought I'd never see you again!" Flynn said as he climbed in the window, but when he took another look, he saw Rapunzel, gagged and in chains, on the floor. Suddenly, he was stabbed in the stomch from behind.
"Rapunzel, now look what you've done," Mother Gothel said as she stepped over Flynn, who was dying. "Oh, don't worry. Our secret will die with him." She walked over to Rapunzel and began to drag her away.
"And as for us, we are going where no one will ever find you again," Gothel said as she dragged Rapunzel by her chain
A Modern Pocahontas Tale: Chapter 2A Modern Pocahontas Tale: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
From Pocahontas's journal-
'Hey, I've two good news for you.' Nakoma beamed as we both entered into
the car waiting for us at the station. I had just graduated from the
high school & returning home. 'What news, dear?' I wondered as the whole
day was too gloomy for me. 'First, you've got adopted in Virginia
University in journalism.' Nakoma plastered a wide smile on her face
'Secondly, your father has returned from Sweden.' 'What! My father is
back!' I hugged my friend tightly & kissed on her cheek 'Bless you,
Nakoma.' 'Hey!' Nakoma wiped her cheek with the back of her hand 'We're
not the children anymore.' I smiled. The wild wind was playing with my
raven hair. Yes, I had just completed eighteen but inside I always felt
like a seven years old.
The car stopped near the gate of Chico hominy Handicraft Company area.
We owned this company for generations. My father Wereconoco Powatan was
the chief of the company now. We owned about 16000 acres of land for
this company with 700 people worki
Twisted Tales: Little Red Riding HoodTwisted Tales: Little Red Riding Hood2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village, lived a young girl with her parents. She had a grandmother who lived deep in the woods, and she was very much loved by the old lady. Her grandmother gave her a beautiful red hood and cape on her 1st birthday, and she had been wearing it ever since, and because of that, everyone called her 'Lil Red'.
One day, Lil Red's grandmother got the flu and couldn't take care of herself. So Lil Red's mother gave her some money and a basketful of fresh-bought groceries, packed Lil Red's suitcase and told her to go stay with her grandmother and take care of her until she gets better. Lil Red agreed and bid goodbye to her family before making her way into the woods.
Unbeknownst to her, within the dense woods, there lived a huge man-sized wolf. He had been watching Lil Red for quite some time now since she was little, and today was no different. He almost could not believe his eyes at how much Lil Red has grown since he last saw her, and how beautiful she
Ch2: BeautyCh2: Beauty11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only an hour had passed since Jack's encounter with Elsa, but he still hadn't been able to decide on what was the best part, seeing Elsa happily practice her powers, the construction of her gorgeous ice place, or her transformation into that of a true 'Snow Queen'.
However, Jack couldn't help but wonder if Elsa would soon feel lonely while he was gone, even with the knowledge she had that there was someone 'like her'.
Although he could tell that Elsa's ice palace was very impressive from the tour that she had given him, Jack thought it felt absolutely still and eerily quiet too.
Who could be there for Elsa when she felt like talking to someone about having to leave Arendelle behind for the safety of everyone who lived in the kingdom?
What about the fact that Elsa had a sister who was still living in the same kingdom that she fled from, and how did she feel about Elsa being away from her?
Jack was flying away from the ice palace right now, but he didn't think that he had any other place
DantexNero Ch.2DantexNero Ch.24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter. 2 A slow storm
This is Yaoi!! That's right Yaoi
(BoyxBoy) don't like don't care!
Dante had been sitting down at his desk with his legs crossed on propped up on the desk so he could be more relaxed. He had been flipping through a motorcycle magazine looking at it with almost little interest as it helped him pass the time until he got a call. Everything seemed rather quiet and he was alone for the first time in a long time and he was rather enjoying the peace and quiet that he was having for the time being. Nero was out of the house and was on a mission that Dante knew he wouldn't be back for a while and Trish and lady seem to be no where around could it had gotten any better for the half demon..?..No no it couldn't it could only go downhill from there.
Dante:"Ahh man I think I'm about ready for a little nap"
The half demon said placing the magazine over his face before he folded his arms and put them under his head as he leaned back a little mo
RAMIEL - The Grigorian Memoirs (Part 1)RAMIEL - The Grigorian Memoirs (Part 1)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reality. What an odd occurrence.
May my words reach through and be inspired by the Muses of the Ancient world as I speak them unto you. May Melete and Mneme direct my thinking as I bring it to life within the following tale. As a philosopher and observer of the stars, may the insight of Ourania embrace my visions. May Aoede consecrate my voice, so my words may bring attention to those whom I seek to reach. May the powers of Cleio record my lexis and make them an undying history upon existence. May the great Kalliopi, who has brought inspiration to my ancestors, reach the hearts of the world once more.
These are my thoughts, as I begin to recite them unto you.
Reminiscing back to the very beginning, it's nearly impossible for me to recall a time in my life when I existed as an ordinary being. Many recollections linger silently within me, for those are the essential memories that have shaped me into the being I am to this day. I say being, of course, as I am not as
S.T.A.R.S in their eyes...S.T.A.R.S in their eyes...3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Fear...fear wasn't much of a factor for Chris Redfield. He prided himself on his courage. It has not only saved his life, but his comrades' lives in the past as well. A beneficial factor. As fate would have declared it.. however, fear for the first time had entered his mind on July 24th: The Spencer Mansion incident. A feared day for the remaining S.T.A.R.S.
He had spent the majority of his time there in the mansion wandering, looking for something that wasn't trying to kill him at any opportunity they got; more specifically his team mates. They all had disappeared. He wanted his entire team to be safe, sure! Barry was a treasured family friend, Rebecca had proven useful and a trustworthy new friend...But in the back of his mind he was looking for one specific team mate: Jill Valentine. To him, Jill was not just a friend, not just a co-worker. He was captivated by everything about her, from her lean slender shaped body to her glistening soft pale greyish tinted - blue eyes, to the way
The SuicideI saw your pain,The Suicide9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and yet I did not try to fix it.
I saw the tears,
and yet I could not dry them.
You talked of your troubles,
and yet I gave no time to listen.
I feel as though I could have saved you, now.
I made no effort at all.
I feel as though I added to your anguish.
I wanted to help, but I didn't know what to do.
I cannot imagine the pain you must have been in,
forgive me for not seeing.
Oh, God, I don't know why I couldn't see!
Blinded by my own petty distractions and excuses
Too busy to save you...
I am so sorry, Dan,
And I pray that you're in heaven as I pray for forgiveness.
Please know that I cried for you once it all sunk in.
I have never cried like that before.
Please know that I am sorry.
Eponine's Trip to Coney IslandPart One Dear Old FriendsEponine's Trip to Coney Island2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Over there is the boardwalk, and that is our famous House of Mirrors." Meg Giry smiled as she pointed out the sites around the park. "The Midway is around that corner and the stage Well you can see the top of it over those trees." Normally she wouldn't be showing people around, but Mr. Y had told her these guests were very special, as they had just arrived from Paris.
There were four people following her around, getting this grand tour. Marius and Cosette had recently been married and the young lovers looked like they were glued to each other at the hip. It was sweet, how much they adored each other. Following behind were Enjolras and Eponine; two friends who were serving as traveling companions to the others. Both of them were quiet and reserved. They had apparently been through a revolution and survived with many mental and physical wounds, which Mr. Y forbade Meg to mention. Eponine looked sullen and fragile and Enjolras kept her cl
Guide To RoleplayTo Be a Good RoleplayerGuide To Roleplay5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I wrote this guide because I'm somewhat of a perfectionist. I want to do everything by the book-but sometimes, there is no book to go by. It was a day in the middle of my Winter Break when I decided that I should look for a guide to role-playing; I only found one and it didn't elaborate enough for my tastes.
By no means is this a set of strict rules or even a standard, but this is what I look for in roleplay partners and what almost all of the people that I roleplay with universally appreciate. If you don't like this, I'm not forcing you to read it.
Ia. Roleplay Terms
If you're new to roleplaying, you may not know all of the terms involved. I sure know that I didn't! These are some of the most commonly used ones.
O.O.C./Out of Character: Out of character is something that the person writing the post, not the character, is saying.
Power Playing: Excercising control outside of your respective amount, like controlling other
Brave ReviewBrave Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Pixar was founded around 1979 under a different name but soon changed to said name around the mid-80's after being bought by Steve Jobs. In 1995, they finally found success with the release of Toy Story. They always tend to strike at number one every time with consistent success and most of the time, earned critical acclaim. Brave is the 13th Pixar film and its production had its ups and downs considering Brenda Chapman, the original writer and sole director of the film, was demoted to co-director with Mark Andrews gaining full reign on the director's position.
Added to that were apparently two other writers and there's the finished product.
Not only that, the marketing led you to believe it's sort of a comedy while a few Pixar employees have said that it's a dark and epic story. Everyone who says either is a liar. Because here's the thing about the film, it's a mother-daughter story. That's the main story.
Before I begin, I'd like to mention the short film La Luna. It's a cute short a
Does Anybody Hear Her? part 1I saw her when she walked by me.Does Anybody Hear Her? part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I closed my locker, and glanced around at the kids in the hallway. I heard their whispers as they stared after her.
Words of hate and cold.
It was my first day at this school. I was a military brat, and I had moved. Again. So I was just settling in and getting to know who was who. I knew who the popular kids were, and who weren't. I wasn't, that much I knew, and I never would be.
I gazed after her, and tried to see why they were calling her what they were. She had black clothes on. All black. No exception. Her t-shirt was tight around her, drawing out everything in her body, drawing all the boy's attention to her. Her pants hugged low on her hips, showing the half of a tattoo. I couldn't make out what it was, and maybe I didn't want to. Someone called her name, and she half turned, and for a split second, I saw a look of hope on her face, but then it was sealed over with a cold look that said she didn't care, and it only got colder when she realized the
The Spirit and the SirenTiny fish wriggled past the rock. They wandered in and out of reach, sunlight flashing silver off their scales. Wendigo crouched, splayed his hands before his feet, and leaned over the water as far as he dared. His head jerked back and forth, eyes following first one fish and then another, while he calculated which would make the easiest prey. A bony face stared back at him from the water, and the smallest beginnings of a growl rumbled from his throat. Though he recognized his host's face, he did not appreciate the way the reflection appeared to mock him with its ability to dwell within the hated substance.The Spirit and the Siren3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A thread of drool trickled from his lip and swayed with the turns of his head. It broke free and fell with a plop, scattering the fish. As if suspecting something more sinister than the first drop announcing the beginning of a rainstorm, they did not regroup around the rock. Wendigo sat back on his haunches and sighed.
He lifted his head and turned his face to the wind, nostrils fla