Shikamaru: Troublesome Girls 7Part SevenShikamaru: Troublesome Girls 78 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There were only six contestants left now, and as they stood before Chouji and Shikamaru, the uneven number of boys and girls became quite obvious. Even Chouji was beginning to wonder if Shikamaru would end up with a boy
Well, Shikamaru said, You all did quite well in that round. However, the decision I had to make was based on not just that round, but all rounds before it as well. Therefore, I have chosen the following people to go through to todays challenge: Ino. Deidara. Temari. Naruto.
Gaara and Sai were left, both looking miserable as their hidden insecurities ate away at them.
Gaara, you plan to have a life that ends for your people I suppose for someone who has lived through what you have thats natural, but I dont want a partner that plans to die soon. That goes for anyone else who may be thinking that, he added, with a glance at Deidara. Sai, your dream was a much happier one, and one that matche
The Blind Prince: Chapter 1Soft hands moved over the marble counter slowly, searching patiently for the piece of papyrus that lay somewhere on the surface. My fingers touched on it finally, and calmly took up the papyrus. I looked blindly across the room, listening for the sounds of my guard. I heard the mans footsteps across the rug, and I held out the papyrus. I was unable to read the hieroglyphics, so wished him to read them to me. I heard his footsteps draw closer, and sensed his hand being stretched out, the papyrus was taken from my open hand and I heard the gentle crinkling sound it made as the man unrolled it. After a second his voice was heard, the familiarly warm strong voice making me smile. Hamadi was not only my guard; he was my best friend and the one who understood me best. He knew my wishes without me having to speak, and he never asked of anything in return for what he gave to me he gave me protection, friendship and care. He was paid to protect me, but he wasnt getting paid fThe Blind Prince: Chapter 17 years ago in General More Like This
Avatar Re-imaginingAvatar Re-imagining6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Based on James Cameron's series
Re-imagined By Dan Oles
It is the distant future. The reach of mankind has extended beyond the Milky Way to the distant stars and unknown world beyond. One of these worlds is Artemis around which circles the innocuous moon Pandora. The first discoverers were a small expedition force of scientists and marines investigating the system. They spent a year on the surprisingly lush planetoid, recording and cataloguing the plants and animals they dared to. Pandora proved to have an un-breathable atmosphere so it was deemed unfit for colonization, perhaps only study and military exercises. As the expedition prepared to leave however an incident occurs. Reports remains sketchy but somehow marines in practice deep in the woods encountered another sentient species, and when all was over one of the tall blue aliens was dead and one of the soldiers severely injured.
The alien creatures were designated Alia (Latin for The Other) by the scientific co
James Camerons Avatar reviewAvatar, a reviewJames Camerons Avatar review5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
James Cameron's Avatar should not be confused with Nickelodeon's Avatar. James Cameron's Avatar is a sci-fi movie which promises to change movies forever. Bryan and Mike's Avatar is about the last Airbender who's destiny is to defeat the firelord and restore balance to the world. That version is being done by M. Night Shyamalan.
Yeah, I'm worried too.
Anyway, James Cameron has always been known for being a director of sci-fi, and a very good director at that. However, in 1997, he came out with the behemoth Titanic which threw everyone off, including the Academy.
Fans love the movie and haters continue to hate. Me? I thought it was okay.
Now, after more than a decade, he mark his return to theatres with the movie Avatar.
Controversy surrounds this movie like a plague. A giant amount of hype has been built up as has a giant amount of backlash. Look at 4chan, and you can see all the haters waiting to pounce on this movie, much like a cheetah pounces on fresh prey.
Carry Me With YouCarry Me With You5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Na'vi had only eight fingers. Humans called the lacking digit the 'little finger'; it assisted with griping and subtle movement, along with rounding the count of fingers to an even ten. The aliens found little use for the extra two and dismissed them as 'useless'.
Three months in, Jake could understand their view with that, among other things. His pinkie got in the way when trying to notch the Omitacaya arrows into their thick, stubborn bows, often caught in his ikrans harness when he attempted to situate it. The only task made easier by the cumbersome flesh-and-bone came to them by surprise; Neytiri had thought wise to add more beads, a feather or two to her hair. She had been quite pleased when Jake managed to maneuver the decorations with a deft precision, dubbed the two fingers to be quite useful in styling the loose hair.
Even on the
BeholdenBeholdenBeholden5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I didnt even know Madge knew Gale, says Peeta.
We used to sell her strawberries, I say almost angrily. What am I angry about, though? Not that she has brought the medicine, surely.
She must have quite a taste for them, says Haymitch.
Thats what nettles me. Its the implication that theres something going on between Gale and Madge. And I dont like it.
Shes my friend is all I say.
Even now I cannot recall which hurt worse, Gale Hawthornes hostility toward me or owing him. Some part of me realized that his anger was directed toward the Capitol, that the merchant families of District 12 received the brunt of it merely because we were within reach that it truly had nothing to do with me personally. But somewhere along the line it had become personal, simply because I started to care about what he thought. Specifically of me.
When I found myself in h
And So We RunAnd So We RunAnd So We Run5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Put on your shoes. Its dark, but I know mothers voice.
I roll over and sit up in bed.
Heavy droning fills the night.
A shirt is thrown over my head while father rummages in the closet. I rise, half-dressed, fumbling for my shoes. He slings a pack over my shoulders and we race down the stairs.
A figure stands in the doorway, hand extended to me.
Youre coming? I plead with my parents, although the truth burns my throat like bile.
They hold me; then I am shoved out the door toward the man.
Run, Madge, he whispers.
Love was a Fire EscapeLove was a Fire EscapeLove was a Fire Escape5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So far, my life in this new place has consisted of a series of orders, mostly basic: where to sleep; when to eat; how to fill the long hours from one indistinguishable day to the next. I spoke with Katniss on the hovercraft like Haymitch told me to. That was a few days ago. When I delivered my message, I left feeling shaken yet resolved. I will always have her friendship, I know that, but the rest of her belongs to Peeta.
Whether she knows it or not.
I knew it the moment on the screen when he dropped the pearl into her hand, when she accepted his gift, that I'd lost her. Or maybe that I'd never had her.
The realization feels like a wound. I deal with it like I would any other kind of injury. Bind it up and try to ignore the pain. My natural inclination is to move forward. To survive. And love it's real or it isn't. There are some things that cannot be pantomimed or manipulated by the Capitol, and I know that she's made her choice. It's
..them..Cry not for me, but for the souls..them..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry for the fools and for the lost
Lost themselves and lost their hope
Lost their love as one last cost
Look at them, please, see their pain
Help, please, God or someone
Why am I to stand alone in rain
Waiting for something to save them?
I am a failure to them and myself,
But I will assist even if I go to Hell
How can they cry so loud, so bright,
And only I seem to see their sad light?
Why don't you see them?
We're screaming now, see them, feel them
Love and embrace them, please don't hate them
They can't control it but in they've held it
My children, I love them
But only I know
The smiles they have and the beauty they bestow
If you don't help them, it's something you'll never know
((Because, without love, they will never show))
Alien Symbiote Chapter 2The Alien Symbiote Made Me Do ItAlien Symbiote Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2 - It's Here, But Not For Long
Okay, so, where were we? Oh, yeah, now I remember. So, it seemed that as a result of the whole 'me-coming-back-to-the-lab-to-check-on-everyone-and-not-giving-the Lizard-pictures-to-The-Daily-Bugle' thing, I got some serious Brownie Points from everyone in return. My friendship with Gwen got stronger, and Eddie wasn't treating me like a little kid, as he so loves to do. Life was good despite the hours taken from my life to go be Spiderman. Shocker and Sandman both gave me their share of headaches; between the violent vibrations and the giant hand-hammers made of sand I was concerned about getting a concussion! On the plus side, the photos I got landed me a Free-Lance job at the Bugle.
Then came the Fall Formal. A week before that Gwen came up to me and asked me to go with her! I didn't know what to say or do. Gwen ended up taking my silence for a refusal and so was about to walk away in a funk before I took her by
Nine MaidensDid you see them dancing there?Nine Maidens2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nine young maidens, fair of hair!
All dressed up in Sunday best,
And their most unusual guest.
Old man Dewer with his fiddle of gold,
Played and played despite the cold.
He played while they danced,
And soon had them entranced.
Laughing and singing,
Jumping and spinning.
With rose petal dresses,
And braided gold tresses.
But when the fiddle dropped,
The dancing stopped,
And each young maiden abruptly still,
Would stand forever atop that hill.
For old Dewer’s music had sunk to the bone,
And rose petal dresses now unyielding stone.
But stone does stand forever still,
In all places but that hill.
Where nine young maidens twist and swoon,
In the gleam of a hunters moon.
But come now please, don’t stop and stare,
Go and join them if you dare,
Those nine young maidens, dancing there,
With their braided golden hair.
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror on the wall,Mirror, Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am, most certainly, not the fairest of them all.
You say you show my reflection,
But clearly it's a lie.
For my hair is too thin,
And my smile not bright.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
My body is only filled with flaws.
No amount of lotions or creams,
Can hide the scars beneath the seams.
And no amount of make-up,
Can cover what I've already seen.
So this time mirror,
When I open my eyes,
I want to see what everyone else sees.
Cause mirror, mirror on the wall,
I cannot be the fairest of them all.
Alien Symbiote Chapter 3The Alien Symbiote Made Me Do ItAlien Symbiote Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3 A Different Point Of View
Hey everyone! Well I suppose Peter's been bringing you all up to speed on the events that led to our current circumstances. It was by no easy feat that any of this happened; I guess there is such a thing as Fate.
So, how about I give you my view on all that has happened, eh?
My name is Eddie Brock, I am currently nineteen years old, and I am a freshman at Empire State University. Back in the old days Peter and I were best friends. Even though I was two years older than him I still preferred hanging with him than any one my age. Our parents were good friends and, for a time, we were next-door neighbors. Then the accident happened and Peter and I were both made orphans; I was 9 and he was 7. Peter went to live with his Uncle Ben and Aunt May while I was placed in an orphanage. I was eventually adopted and was placed in a loving family and the two of us stayed as close as possible.
In the beginning I thought of Pe
..Inside..I'm in a room without a door, Staircases leading nowhere, and untouched, dusted floors that moan with age...Inside..5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I'm in a room so cold, so strange - I'm lost, confused and unsure. I feel watching eyes peering through the broken walls and whispered voices cackling. An overwhelming sense of despair looms closer, as a silhouette appears masked in abyss; I hesitate to run and am trapped.
I'm in a room, locked away and hidden; the silhouette leans forward and offers me their hand. And soon this room darkens and fades, as I struggle against gravity, and plummet into the woven layers of night.
I am secluded inside my own little world of the impossible, inside my world of dreams and nightmares. I am locked inside my mind, which refuses to scream aloud.
Can you hear me?
CompleteYou look for comfort in my armsComplete5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when all the world intends you harm
and seek compassion in my eyes
when many tongues unfurl their lies
take shelter here within my heart
when others would so quick depart.
Such solace sought within my words
as elsewhere's neither seen nor heard,
for in this faithful love of mine
a true companion you will find.
So find your peace within my soul:
the other half to make your whole.
TS - Series 3 Prelude: Chika Chronicles P2-1-------------------The Stalker Series III Prelude: The Chika Chronicles P2-------------------TS - Series 3 Prelude: Chika Chronicles P2-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[The scene re-opens with both Chika and Castor making sweet musings with one another Chika chuckles a bit in her pleasure]
Chika: Mmmm yes, that felt so good...
[Chika looks up at Castor, blushing heavily]
Castor: Oh master, I am so glad to have you...
[Castor comes near Chika's face, combing her hair with her claws, then she licked her face a few times]
Castor: So much we have yet to do... but I know we will succeed...
[Chika reaches a hand toward Castors face, rubbing it gently]
Chika: In due time my sweet demon... Leah will suffer... we will make her beg... make her feel our darkness...
[Castor becomes chilled by her words in excitement]
Castor: Ooooh yes, say more master, say how we are going to punish our mother...
Chika: We will bring shame to her name... defile this delicate flower's nature... show that her will means nothing when confronted by hate...
The World Less Traveled.The winding paths of wooded green,The World Less Traveled.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the great mountains of purple and white,
the great wilds of the unknown
that cause in man great terror and fright.
The labyrinths of conscious thought,
the depths that plunge into insanity,
the very things that frighten man
while existing within the bounds of vanity.
The great search for the economic dream,
the efforts to gain great livelihood,
the acts of man that one must take
to retain the path to adulthood.
All these things and more to find,
though fear and will may truly bind,
is what humanity strives to achieve
but is yet impossible without belief.
So to dig the depths of the conscious mind
or search the heart and body for life,
no joy can be found without knowing first
sadness, anger, hatred or strife
Darkness 5Coming out in cold,Darkness 52 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shadows rise; feared and fearing,
To tread once again.
Room 307Eisoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors or seeing one's own reflectionRoom 3076 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I sat there on the bed, my legs pulled close to my chest, head resting on my knees. It was the only way I could make myself comfortable in that impossibly uncomfortable room. How could anyone be comfortable in a room with blank, white walls, one window with drab white blinds, and stark white sheets on a stiff mattress. A stiff mattress on a cot. I didn't know how it could really be considered a bed. And who could forget the sterile, white tiles beneath the legs of the cot.
Room 307; my living Hell.
Whoever was the cruel soul who decided it would be a good idea to look me in this room needed to spend a week or two in it themselves. I would have been perfectly fine outside of that room. I would have survived out there. It would have been hard, but I would have. Then they decided to lock me up.
"The 300 wing is for our... special cases," I heard someone say on the other side of the locked door. A doctor or someone must
LoveLove isn't romantic walks on the beachLove1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Love is learning to accept and not preach
Love isn't falling asleep in his arms
Love is reassuring all qualms
Love isn't watching the sunset at dusk
Love is knowing she smells of musk
Love isn't buying her flowers each day
Love is saying the things hard to say
Love isn't writing a cheesy love song
Love is accepting that sometimes you're wrong
Love isn't easy and sometimes you're scarred
Love is a battle and it can be hard
Love isn't always the things you'd expect
Love is trying not to be circumspect
Love can be found for all walks of life
Love is not just for husband and wife
Love can be seen between friend and friend
Love is a treasure that lasts to the end
Love is as difficult as you make it be
Love is for you and love is for me
Without you nearIt's you who makesWithout you near5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my dreams complete
each night between
these lonely sheets.
These woeful words
from my pen spill:
though you are gone
I love you still.
I wake each morning
unveil my eyes
and gaze on you.
Without you here
I lose my will,
without you near
my heartbeat stills.
TodayToday I think I'll wear a dress,Today4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
earrings, bracelet, all the rest,
pumps instead of running shoes,
leave the phone with all its news.
Just you and I, and I and you
together while the skies are blue,
you shall make me laugh and smile,
and we'll enjoy our little while -
no real plans but time alone,
away from work and telephone.
Tomorrow I shall wear my jeans
and running shoes, and think of scenes
and create words to type away,
but today, my dear, it is our day.