The Beast Tournaments: Chapter FiveChapter Five:The Beast Tournaments: Chapter Five1 year ago in Settings More Like This
“BEASTBOY!” Raven forced her body to crawl after him, but other guards held her back. She screamed and thrashed around trying to break free. One of the guards hit her to shut her up.
“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Beastboy screamed at the guard as another pulled him away. More grabbed the other Titans before they could jump in.
Suddenly a voice echoed through the halls.
Everyone froze, and slowly out of the shadows Manrch came with the help of Endalen.
“Manrch...nice of you to join us.” The king said, completely ignoring the fact that his legs had been crushed.
“I was just about to give these criminals what they deserve.”
Manrch tried to step forward but stumbled under the pressure of his weight. Endalen caught him.
“I see you found a friend.” The king said with a smirk.
“Beastboy is right! You are not fit to be king, You do not deserve the throne.”
The king’s smile slowly faded an
Photo Opportunities XIIt didnt take long for Sam and Tucker to get comfortable with Dash, Danny realized when he walked into his bedroom, in his bathrobe, hoping to whatever divine entity that didnt currently hate him that he didnt smell like the docks, he was supposed to have just gotten out of the bath after all.Photo Opportunities XI7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dash, Sam, and Tucker were sitting casually in a circle in his room, eating from a bowl of chips, and going over their Government homework. Danny thought it was an interesting thing, though to anybody else, like his parents, it would seem just an average study party, all Danny could see were a sports hierarchy member, and anarchist, and a new ager discussing politics in a civilized manner, it kind of made him want to laugh. And he would have, sure, if he wasnt so damn tense from the absolute quiet from the overlaying spiritual plane. And the totally out of place, and out of character scene in his room only made him feel even more displaced and on edge. No ghosts and no fig
I was a Battlewinner. Battlewinner was appalled at what had just come out of the Dragonet's jaws. She couldn't believe he thought that she would let anyone take over her tribe,let alone a RainWing, "WHAT?"I was a Battlewinner.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Then, Starflight did it again. Tried to make her see his point. She was thinking deeply about it, when the RainWing opened her jaws, and just had to rub it in.
"NEVER!" She roared, then started choking - if only that damned IceWing hadn't attacked her, "We will never bow to RainWings."
"Actually, mother," Her daughter spoke up, "It sounds like a decent plan to me."
Of course you do, you miserable creature, "You never wanted to be Queen, you're a pathetic heir."
It didn't suprise her when Greatness agreed, but what Starflight said only angered her more. 'Don't make me.' How odd that he wasn't minding his warnings.
Don't be scared, darling.We're going to try something newDon't be scared, darling.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eating our meals, and swallowing each bite,
Not hiding the chewed up remains under our tongue,
And not making ourselves vomit through the night.
We're going to try something new,
Bringing the liquor down from our lips,
Not turning to the alcohol for comfort,
Until the addiction rips.
We're going to try something new,
Throwing away the needles, the pins, and the blades
Not searching underneath our skin for emotion,
Watching the wounds and the scars fade.
We're going to try something new,
Darling, I challenge you, I dare you.
We're going to try something new...
Why does that scare you?
Plague: Croc fanatic CH 5Plague: Croc fanatic CH 54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If i ever got the chance of meeting Killer Croc I don't know what I'd say to him : would I tell him that I'm very fond of him or would I render him unconscious and play with his limp body for a while? My cell mate next door, Inque, constintly mocks me for "having been smitten by a beast" but she nore anyone else understands. I see a proud man deemed a monster by appearence with a hidden heart, a heart that has been buried and tainted by malious,violence ,and greed by it's lonely owner. I'm not sure why sure why I think this way about him ,but that's what my own heart was telling me maybe because it's felt that way as well for a very long time..."
Killer Croc closed the personal journal that belonged to the eye-catching woman and placed it back into his left chest pocket and glanced at the cold, dark and silent sewer hole ahead.
"If you could read me like a book why didn't ya' stay Missy?," Croc asked himself as he walked into the sewage tunnel disappionted. "Shoulda' gone af
DP: EmbarressedGod, kill me now, where I stand.DP: Embarressed6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Please. Anything...a ghost attack, a lightning bolt, Lancer, ANYTHING.
Instead, I'm staring point blank at Dash Baxter, who looks like he's gonna pound me into the hallway floor.
I wish he would. That I know how to deal with. I'm no good at this sort of thing! Surely he doesn't expect me to answer him straight away.
"Well?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. I blush and turn away, deciding to ask my locker instead of him.
"Because." Ah. Because thats a nice, smart answer from the jock who's wailed on me more times than every ghost in Amity Park, isnt it.
"I...I mean, you're the star quarterback. You've picked on me since I was ten, Dash. How can I think anything of you BUT my bully?"
"It...I dont know!! God Fenton, dont you ever act on impulse?"
I whirl around. "Is that what this is!? An impulse? What happens when it dies out, we go back to the bully/nerd routine!?"
Dash looks to the ground. "You could give it a shot. Maybe it'll work."
I glare at t
Photo opportunities VIPhoto opportunities VI8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dash was having a very nice dream, though he wouldn't admit it under painful torture. Still, it was nice, filled with long sunny days of holding hands and touching noses, the sappy romantic garbage that made up most of his ideas of love, due to his excessive viewing of old romance movies. If he knew it was a dream, because it just seemed too wonderful, he hardly would want out of it, despite the fact that it disturbed and traumatized the more rational part of his brain. Alas, all good things must end, often at the height of its goodness, and much to the dismay of his fuzzy, dreamy self and the absolute joy of…every other part of his mind, he slowly cracked his eyes open to view…
A tiny cat butt…
Greymalkin had taken up residence on his forehead and was currently swatting at his nose. It was an interesting way to wake, but he'd rather get back to his dream. Stifling a sneeze Dash attempted to dislodge the nuisance from his noggin while unraveling himself from his blanket, silently vowin
Photo Opportunities IVPhoto Opportunities IV8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Grumbling Dash walked out to his car, ignoring his gawking friends who stood on the school steps watching him. He had felt rejection before, usually from Paulina who thought she was too cool to date even him. But Fenton?!
"Who does Fenton think he is?!" He shouted fisting his hair in frustration. "He should have been thrilled by the offer. But noooo, he just says 'no thanks' and walks off like it didn't kill me to ask him in front of those people."
Several students had stopped to stare, whispering amongst themselves at Dash's odd words. He sent them a nasty glare which had them scattering.
His fierce expression dropped a bit and he fiddled with his keys sadly. He had only tried to be nice, like Lancer and the principal told him to be. Why couldn't Fenton accept that?
Driving off school campus he couldn't help but wish Fenton wasn't so afraid of him.
Danny, Sam, and Tucker all entered his house, fully prepared for an onslaught of questions about the incident yesterday. Rescuing a cat
Under My SkinUnder My Skin6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How could you do this to me? How could you slice into my skin and peel it back like a layer of canvas on the floor, slipping beneath it and curling up under it to prick and poke and affect everything I do with your constant presence within me? Why, no matter how many times I claw and bite at myself like a dog with fleas, why do you never flee from me? From my thoughts, my fingertips, my skin?
And you actually think you're fooling anybody by pretending not to notice? You think you can get away with not even knowing what you do to me? Everybody can see these marks you leave, the bruises, the cuts, the caved in pieces of my skin where you chewed through my muscle to bore into my bones and veins until there is no part of me you don't inhabit? Everybody can see it, its right here, right here in my eyes!
How can you not see your own claws biting into my heart whenever I see you smile, and know it's not mine. I want that smile, I want it to be for me, but it rarely ever is, and when it does b
Going GJock! (Dash Baxter TF)Going GJock! (Dash Baxter TF)8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Going GJock! (Dash Baxter TF)
Written By Zachary Everlust
A mixture of a sunny shinning morning and a windy weather afternoon, a perfect day to pump iron. Well not for Danny Fenton though.
Of course aside from my ghostly half with supernatural, and superman powers, being a teenager, fighting with raging hormones and lack of muscle, it is torture compared to ghost fighting with Vlad every week. Not that the high school bullies ever gave me any break.
“Why didn’t I become sick today?” Sighing as I leaned against the wall of the restroom, raven black hair pressed against the cold hard tiles.
“Sam and Tucker are both absent from school today for whatever reason. Even Valerie’s off doing her dad knows what? Can this just get worse?” Knowing Casper high, misfortune is just around the corner. As the male bathroom doors swing open, revealing my blonde haired ‘friend’ who just loves to pick on me.
“Hey Fenton! It
Plague: Croc FanaticPlague: Croc Fanatic4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While their reptilian boss rested and basked in his quarters of the hideout his three henchmen were busy collaborating a plan to get Boss Croc and that Plague woman together.
"Boss Croc isn't interested in nobody he's cold blooded remember. Told us himself," Freddy argued laughing at the thought of their reptilian leader having emotions.
"Ain't so sure about that. Boss Croc kept sniffing the air on our way to Waine Manor," Butch remarked back. "He looked sorta disappointed even when we left tha place."
"Why should we help him score a date if all he ever did was treat us like rats," Vic complained.
"Don't forget that monster did force us to work for 'im against our will in the first place," Freddy added.
"If those two are together they'll want us out of the picture and we'll be free from those circus freaks you idiots. After while crocodile remember Freddy?!," Butch said as he strapped on his book bag. "I'm heading out to find that woman you two try to convince those two over
Is It Wrong?Is It Wrong?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it wrong
To miss those calls at night
That went on for hours on end?
To miss staying up until 1 AM
Not wanting to end our conversation?
To miss reminiscing over past memories together
Of the great times we had?
To miss feeling that I could trust you
With absolutely any secret of who I am?
To miss hurting whenever you were in pain
As if attached by our emotions?
Is it wrong
To yearn for those fights between us
About which of us loved the other more?
To yearn for those dates that were always filled with joy,
Laughter, wanting time to freeze at that moment?
To yearn for the way that, in each of our conversations,
The words "I love you" would easily slip in?
To yearn for that feeling we had together
That we could conquer any feat thrown at us?
To yearn for the way you came to me for comfort
To help you through those tough times?
Is it wrong
To wish for the good times of innocence
We had before love interfered?
To wish for those talks that made me feel important,
And that really convince
Meyer's Writing SucksFor reasons beyond me, there are some people who think that the Twilight series are well written books. I don't think that there's anything wrong with enjoying badly written books, just as long as you realise that they are badly written books. Fans are using the excuse that it was her first book, and it was written just for fun or for herself. Yes, most books are, but is that an excuse to publish a book written entirely in purple prose with repetition, poor grammar, and thesaurus abuse? These books have clearly had little to no editing. Theyre like a very early first draft that I know Id be ashamed to let anyone see. Look at the way that Meyer writes. It's BORING. Meyer uses simple, boring statements. Read the first few sentences of the first chapter:Meyer's Writing Sucks6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
"My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt--sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as
Silver BellsSilver Bells6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Perhaps it was the frigid temperature outside, misting his breath and confusing his ghosts sense, permanently setting him on edge, or maybe it was the fact that he had just spent the past fifteen minutes in a locker because Dash Baxter had decided by some unknown formula that it was his fault wet snow soaked his new designer sneakers, or maybe it was simply that this time of the year always just pissed him off. Whatever reason behind it Danny arrived, late, to Mr. Lancer's class bruised, agitated, and in one of the foulest moods he'd known since freshman year.
Friday his class, along with the rest of the junior student body, had the good fortune to be given printouts the size of Chinese fortune cookie slips, each having on it a name randomly chosen by a computer program. They were, as the teacher instructed, to play secret Santa or 'mystery gift giver' if you want to get anal about such things. So here he was, trying to ignore the sniggers of his classmates and Lancer's cold death glar
Why you should never bet at ArkhamThe Master of Fear, The Prince of Puzzles and The Hatter sat at a table in the Arkham Asylum. The three sat, Jonathan Crane eating his food, Edward Nygma pushing it around on the tray and Jervis Tetch simply looking at it.Why you should never bet at Arkham3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Edward popped a sporkful into his mouth and made a face. "They need to make the food better."
Jervis nodded his head in agreement. Jonathan kept eating. They ate in silence before a figure approached the table. A grin on both sides of his face.
"Dent." Jonathan said in cold greeting.
"Professor, Nygma, Tetch." Harvey Dent said nodding. He sat across from them. "I have good news. Or rather, bad news."
"Which is it?" Jervis asked.
"Well, I'd say its good news."
"Spit it out." Edward said.
Harvey crossed his arm and he leaned back. "I won." He stated simply.
The three men stared at him. "Won what?"
"Our little, wager." He growled.
"You won ?" Edward put his head in his hands.
"Oh no" Jervis moaned.
Jonathan put his head down.
"Yes, I won. Joke
Photo Opportunities VPhoto Opportunities V8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Fly away, turn intangible, shoot ectoplasm blasts out of your butt, but for the love of all that is living do something!' Danny screamed to himself, but he was too scared. He couldn't remember being so scared before, ever. These horrors, slowly creeping in on him, their voices oozing menace like the rotting juices that trailed off their bodies, they frightened him like nothing else could. He couldn't move.
"Get away from him!" The shout rang from behind him, startling him out of his frozen state the same time a metal trashcan hit the first three ghosts in the crowd approaching him. The three rotting creatures tumbled back, almost knocking the others down too, but the crowed had that one small instant to prepare and turned intangible, letting their comrades fall straight through them to the ground.
But they were already running. Dash had grabbed Danny by the arm and they were running. Down the alleyway, out into the street, the pouring rain hitting them like a spray of bullets, but it
Snippet - Lady JokerDoctor Leland's words faded out as an infectious whistling in the next cell up caught his attention. Harland arched an eyebrow and looked into the cell, investigating the inmate within. His eyes widened just a bit when he actually looked her over.Snippet - Lady Joker3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Several things kept this woman from being conventionally beautiful. The first was that she looked sharp. Every edge on her came to a dangerous point, from the tip of her nose to the edges of her slicked-back and voluminous hair. She even managed to make the customary Arkham inmate uniform look like it could cut you.
The second was that she, quite simply, didn't look at all natural. Her skin was chalk white and her lips maraschino cherry-red, while her hair was a rich green that could have passed for black if it were much darker. The woman was of average height, but her extremely slight build made her look far shorter than she was. She was thin enough to worry people, and Harland was certain he could pick her up with only one arm.
TMNT - The Harsh Reality"But Captain how could you keep this from us?! Youre own crew!" Crankshaw cried out in disbelief from the TV screen.TMNT - The Harsh Reality2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Leonardo was watching his favourite TV show once again; he sat only inches away from the TV with his knees curled up against his plastron, as his eyes ogled at the cartoon.
"I know, and Im sorry, but would you have all accepted that Celestia my once true love was actually..." Captain Ryan twisted himself round to face his crew, his eye revealed a twinkle as he went to finish his sentence with a dramatic line.
"My cousin three times removed..." a sudden broadcast of music emerged, ending the episode with a major cliff-hanger.
WHAT?! No way! Leo cried out, grabbing the TV with his own palms, he had to know what happened next!
And the following episode of Space heroes will be back again next a week, for now heres the latest update of whats happening in the city, brought to you by our very own Carlos Chan
Plague: Croc FanaticPlague: Croc Fanatic4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Killer Croc awoke and looked around his home only to find it dead silent as usual.
"Guess everyone went out. Ah who needs 'em, Killer Croc told himself as he walked over to his new flat screen T.V. set. Guess I have you all to myself," Croc chuckled as he sat down on a crate and began to watch the evening news.
After watching the news about his big time robbery on the Waine Manor, Croc started flipping through the channels until something caught his eye: A news report about the eye catching woman that entered his territory last night.
"Dang remote busted or somethin'," Croc figured as he walked over to the T.V. and reached for the power button to turn it off but didn't as the news alert progressed.
"When Aylee Williams turned to a life of crime I could not confirm exactly but I will say this," a short, bowl cut, middle aged man wearing a white suit said through a microphone to an audience of news reporters. "I psychotherapist, Dr. Mine Slivay, failed to
I Want To Live In A World Without GodI want to live in a world without GodI Want To Live In A World Without God2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without the dream of Heaven
Or simple fear of Hell,
Without the love of one
Who would be so willing
To destroy under the pretense
Of a higher meaning,
Oppresively stopping me
From even simply lying
Even if its to myself,
To my own heart and mind
Or loving someone completely
Since he'll rip them away from me
To appease his own jealousy
Without the punishment of death
A testament to the cruelty
Of this so called Saviour
Who would allow us to live
To fight our battles
In a bitter world of his own design
While leaving us with
The complete certainity
That the war has already been lost .
Without the cruelty of pain
That builds with the progression of life
Mounts after every year
Attacks after every second.
I instead want to live in a world
Molded within my own selfishness
One without children sitting on the streets
With arms so thin
They aren't be able pick up
The bread you try to hand to them.
A Demon's IntroDespite what you may think about Demons, we're really not all bad.A Demon's Intro5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay, we are evil to the core. All of us. And we like to indulge ourselves. A lot. But who doesn't?
I can tell you that we don't have tails or horns. We don't have forked tongues. We don't carry pitchforks. We don't breathe fire. Well, except for every once in a while, when we're really drunk.
Most of all, we don't follow people around whispering in their ear to do bad things. No turn to the Dark Side, or do it, you know you want to from us. God, can you imagine how annoying that would be? I mean, following you pathetic humans around all the time? How desperate do you think we are?
No, the petty things you do, the hurtful things you say, the conniving things you think, those are all on you. Sure, you like to blame us - heaven forbid you take responsibility for your actions - and think that passing the buck gets you in the clear. If you hadn't already guessed it by now, it doesn't, but that's
- A Typical Morning [Prussia x Reader]A Typical Morning- A Typical Morning [Prussia x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
((-A safe, happy routine-))
. . . You woke gently . . .
You lay there, tranquility ample through your mind and body.
You never felt so . . . peaceful.
You slowly but surely came to your senses.
First was touch.
. . . Soft
. . . Smooth
. . . Snug
You could feel warmth.
Maybe it was the sunbeam slanting into the window to shine on your face.
Maybe it was the silken sheets that lightly hugged your body.
Maybe it was the soused breath caressing your face, and the arms encircling your waist.
Next was sound.
. . . Ticking
. . . Tweeting
. . . Pauses
You could hear harmony.
Maybe it was the magpies chirping outside the open window.
Maybe it was the subtle beating of the coo-coo clock hanging across the room.
Maybe it was the lazy inhalation and exhalation of air, and the shifting weight of the body next to yours.
Then was smell.
. . . Sweet
. . . Musky
. . . Clean
You could smell familiarity.
Maybe it was the gentle bre
TMNT: You'll Get Used To It "Bad news, guys," Leonardo told them, sitting on the couch with a piece of pizza in his hand. "Sensei is sick. Like, really sick. He said there's no training today."TMNT: You'll Get Used To It2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Michelangelo hopped up and raised his arms triumphantly. "Sweet! I'm going skateboarding!"
"No, Mikey. We have to stay here in case Sensei needs help."
"Why would he need help?" Raphael questioned. "He's a highly trained ninjutsu master. I'm sure he can take care of himself when he gets a stupid little cold."
"But wouldn't be nice to know that your sons are there to help you out and get you tea or something?"
"Sensei drinks tea?" Donatello asked, flipping is mask up.
Leo sighed. "That's not the point."
"Then what is the point?" Mikey demanded.