Tell me about it - Chap 1Dec 20th: 12:00 AM.: A cold winter night. Or rather a new day.Tell me about it - Chap 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Batman was on his usual night patrol. He made the roof top of a tall building as his operating point, from where he could have a clear view of the street, especially the museum, which, according to his sources, is the site of action for the night. He was alone. He insisted Robin to stay out of these chilly night patrols and concentrate on his studies. His grades were beginning to worry him. He had not faced such problem with Dick, he perfectly balanced between his studies and his work. Tim, on the other hand was so obsessed with his newly acquired Robin persona that he dreamt of flying the streets of Gotham all day. No wonder there was a protest from him to Bruce's decision, but the big man had the final word.
The night was colder than usual. Why could't Joker choose a better day to bother him? There was no reason why he should rob a museum, except to attract Batman's attention. "Crime is no fun withou
Glasses and red scar-Chapter17Glasses and red scar-Chapter174 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tall man in front of us suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked at us with a raised eyebrow, darted his gaze down to his feet, looking very confused, and then continued walking.
"You're so mean, Keroro-kun "
Dororo whimpered as he slowly crawled up from the ground.
"Gero, sorry, Dororo."
"How could you, Keroro-kun? Pushing me under his big fat shoe when he was about to step on you! You sacrificed me so I could be squished flat for you! So sly, Keroro-kun! So sly!"
"Hehe, Dorobune Senpai was used as a meat shield again desu."
"This sure is a crowded street." Giroro Senpai said beside me.
He was right. We were in the very overcrowded city of Nagoya, located in the centre of the country, the Chubu region, being stuck right in between the Kanto and Kansai region. This populated city was like that train station, but instead of aliens, it was jam packed with Pekoponjins. They couldn't see through our anti-barrier and treated us as air. It was about the twelfth time today that some
The Angel of DarknessThe Angel of Darkness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Angel of Darkness
Location: Gotham city, 12:25 am .
I find myself sitting next to a statue of an angel ... I see the city from a building ... I only see horror .... anarchy ... fear ... nothing like what my family do.... some of them died trying to help ... green arrow it was one of them ... oliver was strong until the end ... but superman changed all ... i see the city again and I see a gang beating someone up... i jump out of the building to direct them fall at a high speed and use my cape as a glider and fall softly in the dark and use my detective vision to see what happens ...
thug : (takes a bat) .... you should be more grateful to us .... not is that so boys?
man: please I did nothing ... let me go ...
thug : (ready to hit the man but a smoke bomb explodes clouding his view) WHAT THE FU....
i get out of the darkness and hit the men until they are knocked out and see the latest and the fog dissapears...
thug : can not be ... you were ... I saw you ...
Beryl and the NurseBy: D. R. Nyan-chanBeryl and the Nurse2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
:iconchitandaneplz: “Thankies for the walkie, Daemon.” I nyued cheerfully as she started to tremble. “It was really fun. I hope we can do it again, sometime-nya.”
:iconscaredmioplz: “N-no! I told you not to make eye contact with me!” Daemon fearfully replied while trembling. I was so happy from our walkie that I couldn’t help but embrace her in-nya kitty huggie, but before more than-nya couple seconds passed-
:iconrunforlifeplz: “KYAAAAA! Let me go! Let me go!” Daemon screamed as she somehow pried herself loose from my loving embrace and ran-nyaway. She could be so silly sometimes-nya.
:iconsuprisedplz: “I wonder if she's nyactually just shy because I might be her type,” I contemplated. “Maybe if we go out on-nya date, she won’t be as uncomfortable around me."
The Illuminati: ExposedThe Illuminati: ExposedThe Illuminati: Exposed9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Illuminati are suspected of having an influence on practically every part of our lives from politics to religion and economy, technology, and even major world events. The Illuminati are a secret society closely linked to Freemasonry. Founded on the first of May, 1776 with only five initial members, the group discussed and philosophized about things that were generally thought of as taboo at that time period in France. Among the things that they looked at were the teachings of Voltaire, an anti-Christian who questioned politics and current philosophies. Under the leadership of Adam Weishaupt, codenamed Spartacus, the order never made progress. After a few years, however, much more prominent members joined such as Baron Adolph Knigge, Duke Ferdinand of Brunswick, and Duke Ernest of Gotha. This gained the Illuminati much popularity. However, on June 22, 1784, the French government issued a decree banning all secret societies from o
MannequinI think everyone has seen a mannequin before, most likely in clothing stores; those life size models to display outfits and articles of clothing. I’ve never paid much attention to them; they’re just plastic models. Well, I wish that I had been more careful around them.Mannequin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I guess to tell you what happened I’ll have to start from the beginning. It’s not like I’m going anywhere, even if I wanted to.
I was shopping with my girlfriend, Sandra. She enjoyed fashion and clothing more than I did, to be honest I didn’t care much for fashion choices at all, but I loved her so I went shopping with her at clothes stores.
We entered this particular store, it was rather large. Popular music played all around, and as expected there were clothes everywhere. There were also plastic mannequins, three kinds. There were the mannequins with no heads, mannequins with faces painted on them, and a single mannequin without a face.
I personally find the ones with faces painted o
The School Pet's TreasureBy: D. R. Nyan-chanThe School Pet's Treasure2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
:iconconfusedneplz: “Nyu knyow, there’s something I’ve been wondering about,“ I pondered aloud as Asami took my measurements in-nyorder to find the cutest kimonyo for me to wear later on.
:iconkyokokyutplz: “What is it, Beryl-chan?” she wondered.
:iconazunyanplz: “Am I really the only School Pet in the history of the school? What if there were others before me-nya?"
:iconamythinkplz: “Good question. I’ve never really thought about it,” Asami admitted, glancing over at Akira.
:iconyuiyumplz: “I have to find out!” I suddenly proclaimed. “If there were others, were they cute? Were they cuddly? Would I be able to measure up to them-nya?”
:iconyuinodplz: “Speaking of measurements, I think I have some in just your size, Beryl-chan,” Asami said. However, I was lost in thought. Was I really the fi
Norway x Angel!Reader Prolouge You felt numb. From the tips of your feathered wings to the toes that lay exposed to the elements. Your white dress was in tatters, and cuts and bruises lined your once immaculate skin. Your (h/c) hair was wet and plastered to your cheeks from the unrelenting rain. It had not been meant to turn out this way. Your mission to the Mortal Land was to defeat Demons, not be left for dead by them.Norway x Angel!Reader Prolouge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were a member of Heaven, an Angel sent to bring light and hope to the lost and to guide the faithful. So what had gone wrong? Your mind reeled as you stumbled through the woods, trying to find shelter before nighttime. That was when they were the strongest. The night was th Realm of Demons, and being caught again was not in your best interest.
On wobbling legs you pressed on, folding your wings tight into your back. Many times you had tried to get a message through to Heaven,
November 16thJonathan Crane woke up at precisely 6:00 A.M., the same time he does every weekday morning when he has work to do at his lab across town. Even this early in the morning, the shouts of his rebellious neighbors and the constant TV buzzing above his apartment room were still as loud as ever.November 16th4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Something crashed upstairs and the man who sat around and got drunk all day yelled at his wife. The whole city could have heard their argument. Jonathan rolled his eyes as he came out of his morning shower and put on his clothes, making sure his vest and tie were neatly fastened and looking sharp. He wiped his glasses clean and ran a comb through his midnight black hair quickly so it would be only slightly wavy, not tangled, when it dried.
He fed his black cat and left his apartment room with a few loving strokes to the feline and another check on his appearance through the mirror on the wall. He walked down to the parking lot of his apartment complex with his hands in his jacket pockets, accepting th
004 Creepypasta _Are you thereYou may not be real. You may not exist. Your idea of life may simply be a fabrication of thought. Everything you know and love may disappear in a fog at any given moment. That mouse thats held between loose lipped fingers might suddenly melt, may cave in upon itself and cease to be. The beating heart in your chest can stop beating. Your breath could collapse in your throat, wedge itself between vocal chords and solidify. The life you hold so dearly to your charcoaled soul may splinter and leave you gasping for air.004 Creepypasta _Are you there7 years ago in Horror More Like This
All it would take would be one thought, one question of, am I real? to start the chain reaction. Everything will deteriorate, decomposing and decaying faster than you can answer your own question. When the foundation of ideas crumbles, everything that idea has spawned will slowly fade away.
Look down at your hand.
Doesnt it look paler than before?
SSH - Chap. 9 Harsh, vicious, and malicious laughter tore through that hollowed room as Eggman threw his hands high above his head, chortling with glee as he stomped one foot on the ground, raising his voice as he punched a fist into the air, Finally! I have done it! I have killed the famous Sonic the Hedgehog!!!! AHAHAAHAAAA!!!SSH - Chap. 97 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
There was quite a bit of silence as Eggman continued to laugh, laughing at his nemesiss ultimate and final downfall.
Many of the captors hanging in their bonds against the wall let their heads fall to their chests, tears unbound dripping from the corners of their eyes. Many of the more injured had blood dripping from their wrists, falling through the air, to splatter on the concrete floor, causing several separate pools of darkness all across the ground, the reflections of saddened creatures showing back at them..
With Sonic gone .What would happen now? What would Eggman do to them all!? W-
Suddenly, almost everyone
The Scout and the Crab chp. 18Chapter 18 - Welcome to ColdfrontThe Scout and the Crab chp. 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The BLU Scout didn't know how to react as the RED Scout explained to him everything the Spycrab had told him about his cursed. Although he left out a few details, like him being a virgin. Both of the Scouts sat down next to each other and leaned against the door as the BLU Scout tried to comprehend everything that happened. It was hard to believe, but then again, the intelligent crab he held in his hands was evident enough.
"So..." Began the BLU Scout as he held the crab close to him. "...The Spy was turned into a crab by the ghost of Zepheniah Mann at the Harvest?"
"That's what he said." The RED Scout nodded.
The BLU Scout looked at his RED counterpart. "But why? What did he do that was s-so-so wrong?"
"Well don't ask me!" The RED Scout snapped. "I don' know and nor does he! He just went over to Harvest one day to find a way a new way to f*ck me up on the field and then BAM!" The BLU Scout jumped slightly.
The Scout and the Crab chp.13Chapter 13 - Confessions of a cursed SpyThe Scout and the Crab chp.135 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Scout couldn't help but rub his forehead as he stepped out of Respawn, he just had to made sure the bullet hole wasn't there. Nothing. He was 100% at perfect health. That didn't stop him from shivering thought of the bullet shooting through the back of his head and exiting out through his forehead, he swore he could still feel the bullet in his head.
"So...he was tryin' to warn me..."
Scout almost jumped out of his skin, letting out an alarmed yell as he sidled up to the nearest locker of the Spawn room. It was the RED Engineer, sitting on the benches and looking a bit depressed.
"Uh...yeah...I'm fine," The Scout was a bit irritated at being shot just as he was about to enter the RED base. "What are you doin' here? Why aren't you out there doing...y'know....engineer stuff."
Engineer shrugged. " BLU Pyro snuck up on me while I was erecting a dispenser and-" The Scout giggled. "What is so gosh dang funny?!"
Respawn - The Seventh MemoryRespawn - The Seventh Memory5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
= Part One; The Seventh Memory =
Having been ordered by Medic not to go into battle for three days, all Scout could do was sit in his bed, sleeping, or drawing in the sketch book that his mom had gotten him before he left for the war.
She had given one to each of his seven brothers too, when they had left home.
She told each of them before they left; "Here honey, take this. If you see something interesting, or even something that you think I would like. Draw it, then mail it to me in a letter."
It was a sweet thing that she did, just to keep her family together. His mother was sickly, and had to be looked after by his father. She was too sick to go outside, so all of her sons drew pictures for her of what was outside. None of them had enough money for a camera, so they learned how to draw.
Scout was the youngest of all his siblings, and so he got taught by all of them how to draw, what looks the best, different styles and all that stuff. He turned out to be a natural at
Hearing Half of a Conversation Forgive me for helping you understandHearing Half of a Conversation2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you’re not made of words alone.
—Roque Dalton; Clandestine Poems
I first learned how to build a house of playing cards in an adolescent psychiatric unit in suburban Chicago. A roommate taught me a trick, a mindset really, to have while placing the cards themselves— that a house of cards is always stacked against itself to stand. My trial-and-error attempts led to a lengthy row of playing cards
OHSHC - Twins x Reader[Twins~] - half and half pt8Everyone stared at Kaoru, He kissed you!! No one has seen that in the host club!!! Tamaki was EXTREMELY pissed!OHSHC - Twins x Reader[Twins~] - half and half pt82 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"uh. Kao-chan? What just happened?" Honey asked,
completely ignoring all of the squeals coming from
the girls around him. Kyoya made his way around the
room, telling the girls that they were now 'closed.'
Tamaki was furious. No one had ever SEEN him this
upset! Mori was holding his arms back as Tamaki
started getting bright red and began trying to charge
at Kaoru. "HOW DARE YOU KISS ____! MY ___!" He
yelled. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOUR ___?" Kaoru
freaked out and yelled back. ___ was his! Definitely
not Tamaki's! He saw ____ as a sister anyway!
Why was he freaking out?! Brothers don't get jealous
like /that/ when their 'sisters' get dates, right?!
~Meanwhile with you~
You and your sister sat on your shared bed. "Did he
REALLY kiss you?" your sister couldn't believe what
she was hearing. Your face was bright red and you
American!Tourist!ReaderxJapan part 9-Tokyo TouristAmerican!Tourist!ReaderxJapan part 9-Tokyo Tourist3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After your day at the art museum Kiku took you out to dinner. The restaurant looked to you like a traditional Japanese type place, but due to your lack of knowledge of things Japanese you weren’t entirely sure. (A/N Ok, since I have no idea whatsoever about how Japanese restaurants are owned I am just going to pretend it’s pretty much like American ones.)
When you got menus you were extremely pleased to see that many of the dishes had pictures next to them. “Oh good!” you exclaimed.
“What is it?”
“There are pictures on this menu! So I don’t have to ask you for translations of everything. Not that I have a problem with that.”
He smiled. “I’ve been here several times and I remembered that there were pictures on the menu. I thought that you might like to not feel entirely helpless.”
He was pretty quick to figure you out it seemed. “Thank you, for everything.” You smiled your best smile.
SSH - Chap. 15 Let go of me!!! Let go!!!! LET GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SSH - Chap. 157 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Silver struggled with his own emotions as he was forced to hold poor Dream back, wrapping his arm around the young hedgehogs neck in something of a headlock, trying hard to hold him back from the body in front of him. Silver could feel dreams small hands envelop his own arm and tighten their grip, the hedgehog clawing hard at his wrist as he tried to pry him from his neck. He shook his head in agony as he wailed, beads of tears flying from his eyes, No! Let me go PLEASE!
Silver gritted his teeth as Dream pulled him forwards, he finally receiving a bit of relief when Rainbow grabbed his own shoulders, narrowing her gaze as she tried to help him pull Dream back. Silver felt his own tears wet the corners of his eyes as he muttered, Dream Dream
Stop! Its no use! D- . Dreams cries began to overpower Silvers pl
SSH - Chap. 10 A small and quavering whimper scuttled along the frigid and icy air as a figure silhouetted in moonlight gently bent over, placing the quarry in her arms on the soft bed of moss and snow.SSH - Chap. 107 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Soft cries tingled and sparkled in the air as tears were swept aside by the softly blowing wind, sparkling and shimmering like crystals in the night as they fell slowly, melting into the snow as if it was theyre final resting place ..as was anothers that night.
The night was young, however cold, with the moon sending its silvery light down in streams to the earth, the light gently bouncing off of the snowy surface of the soil as if they were large reflectors, sending the light back up into the misty atmosphere, causing the entire scene to seem to glow with a melancholy appearance.
The young hedgehog with light pink fur sat with her knees in the snow, her entire body shaking violently with emotion, the cold already beginning to take its toll on her e
The Scout and the Crab Chp.6Chapter 6 - Parasite (Alternate name: A Crab-Boomerang)The Scout and the Crab Chp.65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Bostonian already regretted not killing the supposedly cursed BLU Spy. Despite his out of character notion to NOT kill him, the little crab repaid the RED mercenary by talking non-stop throughout the night.
"I understand your insecurities about kissing a man, but at the moment I am not a man; I am a crab," he began. "Kissing a crab isn't as you so colorfully described it gay." Scout didn't respond. With his back turned to the aquarium, he tried to ignore the heavily-accented voice and focused on getting some sleep. "Then again, when you think about it...kissing a crab would be unethical, but you do have to agree, it's not gay, oui?"
"I'm tryin' to sleep!" Scout snapped.
"And I am trying to become human again," retorted the Spycrab, using the same tone the Scout used against him. "As long as I believe you are the only who can lift zhis curse, I will haunt you like a ghost. This I promise."
Journal of the Holy Roman EmpireHappy birthday, Holy Roman Empire!Journal of the Holy Roman Empire3 years ago in Historical More Like This
This is how I think his story would play out after researching the HRE for months. I'm sorry this is a sort of rewrite of Hetalia, but I hope you enjoy it. If you find anything historically inaccurate, please tell me c:
Hello! This is going to be my journal, okay? I heard keeping a journal is a really good idea! So I’m going to try it out.
Anyways, my name is Carolingian Empire. I’m pretty new, but I’m really excited to be alive! My leader is Charlemagne, and he’s a super-super-super good leader! He’s really into education and stuff, so I’m really smart. I speak Latin and Greek pretty fluently, surprisingly enough! I know the Bible like the back of hand, too, because I spend a lot of time at the monasteries. Charlemagne doesn’t really obey the pope though, so that sure sets off the Italy siblings. I feel kind of bad, but at the same time, I think that the pope is being really bossy, and that
PoliceForcestuck: The 5 Million Dollar Car 2Sollux searches through the trunk of the car "Look at all of this!" The cop pulls out some of the drugs and drops them into a bag, "Meth, cocaine, soper slime, and marijuana?" OfficerPoliceForcestuck: The 5 Million Dollar Car 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Captor pulls out a bag of brown mush that mysteriously looks like shit, "I don't even know
what this is."
The rest of the pow-wow watches him from the sidelines, "So what's the game plan?" Vriska
asks sitting on the hood of the car. "Are you going to find out who did this or are you
going to sell this on the streets?"
Jade disappointingly looks at Vriska, "Of course we're going to find out who did this."
The human turns to Sollux seriously, "How are we going to handle this?"
"Well," lisps the officer, "You and Karkat are going to return the car back to its owner
and find out if they know anything about this." He turns to Vriska, "You're returning to
the station with me."
Vriska throws her hands up, "What? Why do I have to go back to that boring place?" she
argues in defiance. "Things were just starting to