Slender man: Sin ojos - 01-Slender man: Sin ojos - 01-1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Esto no es mi hogar
esto es el infierno
Haec est domus mea
hoc est, infernum,
Quis enim es tu?
Questa non è la mia casa
questo è l'inferno
Ce n'est pas ma maison
Où êtes-vous? </strong>
Sobre su escritorio una taza de café manchando el papeleo de días, una flor marchita en un florero de mal gusto y una fotografía de su regordete gato. Escribía todo el día en la computadora, archivando antiguos casos de la policía, el sonido del repiqueo de las teclas de la computadora podrían volver loco a cualquiera. Así era una típica mañana para un agente del departamento de homicidios en la ciudad de Quincy, California. Así era un típico día para Aleena Becker.
-Maldita gente con su estupenda moral. ¿Cuándo ocurrirá un asesinato en este lugar?- Decía con ironía aunque en sus adentros no d
Twins Mabel was Dipper’s twin.Twins1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Simple enough, right?
Dipper had always been somewhat of an unconventional child. He loved nothing more than to curl up with a good book while other boys his age were out playing sports; he loved mysteries where others liked action, he loved planning and lists while others procrastinated. Dipper was blessed, or cursed, with an overactive mind. While he caught on to ideas twice as fast as children his age, his ever churning brain gave rise to insomnia, and he tended to fixate on things that were beyond his control.
Mabel was the opposite. Her mind flitted from subject to subject faster than anyone else could seem to comprehend; she was attracted to shiny things with magpie-ish intensity, and she was as silly as her Dipper was serious. Where Dipper was reserved, Mabel raced ahead; where Dipper was timid, she was bold. Things that were beyond her scope were brushed aside as unimportant, and the world to her was a frien
Esteemed - RecoveryEsteemed - Recovery1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N: This chapter (the fifth written for Esteemed) takes place the day after chapter 1, 'Afraid Not.' The narrative points this out, but I figured I'd mention it here, just in case.
-128 ASC; Summer-
-Toph's age: 40-
-Lin's age: 8-
"-...om? ...ke p...Mom...C'm...up!"
"Nngh...?" Toph was slowly waking up to the sound of a familiar voice, her muscles sore and achy. There was a repeated pressure against her abdomen. Ouch. Ouch. Owwwww, what-?
"It's late, Mom! You shouldn't sleep all day."
As Toph pulled herself up from her mattress, her head was thrown into a state of dizziness as it pounded with pain. Damnit, she was hung over, for sure.
"Lin...?" Toph mumbled, pushing messy hair strands from her lips with a 'Puh!'
"Come on, get up."
Toph was still gaining her senses to the world around her. She nudged her sheet off, exposing her bare shins and arms to the air arou
Esteemed - ShiverEsteemed - Shiver2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This chapter takes place during events of 'The Promise,' so if you have yet to read it, a lot of the context won't make complete sense. Since there is a certain plot-ish kind of point that I think is a big deal for the story I want to tell, I've copied some dialogue from the comic to make sure this device is made apparent, while also adding in extra narrative and dialogue around existing pieces from the comic. A lot of these earlier chapters are directly connected to scenes from the series, but most chapters for this series will not follow that format.
-101 ASC; Summer-
-Toph's age: 13-
Their shouts reverberated off of the dojo walls, their movements sending subtle vibrations across the stone floor.
Feet were steadied and fists were thrust out. But the coins did not move from their positions, wedged atop their stalks of bamboo.
"Nothing," sighed Ho Tun, the largest of the three. "No movement at all."
WarHe waited. Patiently. There was no reason to hurry. There was little need to control everything. The Templar would come. As surely as the sun would rise tomorrow, the Templar would not be able to resist the rumour, the chance of a face to face meeting. A meeting that would prove to be the last one for one of them. He did not intend that it should be him. The Templar would surely feel the same way. After all, this war – sometimes secret, sometimes open – had been raging for centuries. He did not necessarily understand all the reasons for it. He did not need to. His allies fought for freedom of will, freedom of choice. For the ability of men to stand, not kneel. To oppose, not obey. To live, not just exist. Often, in the dark dreams of the night, those words would come to him: Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted. He did not believe. He understood.War2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For a pirate, freedom was everything.
And so he waited. Patiently.
He came at last, the dark-haired Templar, his bearing aris
MAKORRA: When Expecting5MAKORRA: When Expecting52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The motorcycle keys shined bright in the natural light in the room as she looked at them in her hand.
“Korra.” He yelled from another room. “Have you seen my keys anywhere? I need to go.”
She spun the keys around her finger and held them tight in her hand. “Nope. They’re not in here. Check the laundry.” She yelled back from the living room.
“Why not just give him his keys? You know he has to leave or else Lin will kill him.” Bolin said as he gave her a glass of water.
She put the keys down by her before taking the glass. “It’s fine, I usually do this.” She shrugged.
He soon walked out into the main area of the apartment, all geared up in his police attire. “I already checked the laundry. Now, I know I put them on the dresser when I came home last night.” He said before laying his uniform hat on the table beside her and walking off to check the kitchen again.
She rolled her blue eyes at the
The Angel of DarknessThe Angel of Darkness1 year 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 ...
PPG - Cold (Part 1)PPG - Cold (Part 1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: This story is a gift-fic for a dear friend. I asked her for a topic, and the prompt was simply, "A PowerPuff Girls fanfic centered around Blossom's perspective."
I actually barely had any familiarity with the series before writing this, and over the span of a few days, I watched through the animated film and a handful of select episodes in order to do research so I could write this.
I want a lot of the story to speak for itself, and you can draw your own conclusions, but one detail I'd like to emphasize is that I wanted this to be set decidedly within the realm of the official American cartoon but be a bit twisted at the same time: primarily, I wanted to focus on the freakish features the girls possess and use this as sort of a minor plot-point, emphasizing their 'mutant' nature.
You will also notice that one of the characters is...'off.' This is intentional, but I don't want to spoil it, so please read it if you'd like to
CancerCancer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a long and winding road, filled with bumps along the way. Turning into a werewolf for one, being on and off with a really nice girl for two and gaining a family along with his first brother and a pack in the process.
But now...it was drawing to an close in the worse way, possibly if Stiles and some other outspoken members of the pack had anything to say, also by the way Stiles was clutching his pale, weak hand as tight as he did at Ms. Stilinski’s funeral.
Werewolf healing didn’t really cure cancer after all, the song playing softly in the background didn’t help at all.
If you could get me a drink of water
'Cause my lips are chapped and faded
The dryness of his mouth made his head turn weakly, bloodshot, red rimmed and weak gaze looking at Danny beside the bed behind Stiles. “Water?” He rasped weakly and Danny calmly poured some from a nearby pitcher next to his heart monitor, which was slower than normal.
He savored it
The RoomThe room was small, built in the shape of a sphere. The walls, floor and ceiling were all painted a bright, blinding white, creating a cold and unfeeling setting. There was no visible discrepancy to the sphere's shape. There was nothing else in the room, and it was kept lit by an unidentifiable source of light. There were no windows, and the only door that led outside blended in seamlessly with the walls. There was no way to tell left from right, front from back. And in the middle of the sphere sat a man.The Room11 years ago in Horror More Like This
His raven black hair was long, dirty and fell to his shoulders in matted locks. He wore a plain white shirt, or at least a shirt that had once been white. Now it had been stained a dull brown-red by blood. He wore a pair of khaki trousers, torn and ripped almost to shreds, and his feet were bare. His nails were long, untrimmed and sharp. His arms were cuffed firmly behind his back, and no matter what he tried they would not come free. His eyes fixed themselves on the section of the sp
A Birthday Wish (Rise of the Guardians)A Birthday WishA Birthday Wish (Rise of the Guardians)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack laughed as he won the race against a flock of black geese. "Maybe next time, ganders!" He taunted as the familiar sight of Burgess came into view. With a shout the mischievous teen nose-dived down into the town. It was the day after Easter and there were still signs for the Easter Egg Hunt tacked up in store fronts and street posts.
As Jack flew passed one such street post he reached out and snatched a poster. He couldn't wait to show it to Bunnymund at the next Guardian meeting. With a bubbly laugh he tapped the rest of the posters with the curve of his staff and watched a thin layer of frost covered the stylized Easter Bunny as he danced near a large pile of brightly colored eggs. He drifted through to the town towards his destination. When he reached the Bennett's Residence he hovered over to the second window on the second floor and looked in.
There was a mug of hot coco on Jamie's desk and the winter sprite grinned with mischief as he gently pushed the
Crossed times 8 - MeetingCrossed times 8 - Meeting4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8 - Meeting
A cough broke the silence of the dim room where two men sat opposite each other one behind a large desk his face shadowed as he smoked a cigar "I take it everything is going to plan?" The first man said the voice was gruff, authoritative and weary of the man sitting opposite him, the atmosphere in the room was tense, as if the two human beings barely tolerated each other.
"Naturally, after our startling discovery of that man, we are progressing swimmingly, now that we his assistance, very little can go wrong...and what about you? You have STILL failed to capture the assassin" The other voice spoke it was calm but a little strained, as if the man did too much work for his own good.
"I wanted to talk to you about that...it seems we've hit a snag...your assassin is with Zeus, our number one target, they've been seen fighting together by my men, it seems they've made allies of each other"
"And? I do not expect any excuses! Altair Ibn La'Ahad is an assass
MK Guest Character: King SombraMORTAL KOMBAT GUEST FIGHTERMK Guest Character: King Sombra1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Costume 1: A tall figure, Sombra's skin is dark as coal, his body decked in archaic armor, with ruins carved along it, and spikes protruding from the shoulders; as well as clawed gauntlets. He has no feet, only cloven hooves. He wears the finery of a king, including a crown decorated with precious gems, and a dark red cape across his shoulders. From his forehead sprouts a blood red horn that curves upwards like a saber.
Costume 2: Sombra's body is replaced by inky black smoke that flickers in the wind and holds his armor and apparel aloft. The horn remains, and Sombra's eyes now glow a malevolent green and purple.
Bio: A mighty sorcerer of dark magic, King Sombra ruled a rich and mighty empire with an iron fist. Through foul magic, he extended his life, able to survive without a body as naught but smoke and shadow. Driven by greed and a lust for power, he would have extended his empire of
|Slave and Master, Lovers forever| Part 1|Slave and Master, Lovers forever| Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt: Amu...How could you forget?
Little Amu; Stripey?
Little Matt; What is it Blue Head? -w-"
Little Amu; If I'm a bad person, does that mean no one will marry me?
Little Matt; ...Even if that's true...I will still marry you~ I promise that!
Little Amu; *giggles*
Little Matt; What?! You think I'm not telling the truth?
Little Amu; Not that... *stands up and kisses him* You just better keep your promise...
Angelus: *appears* Hello,Matt~
Matt: *steps back* Angelus! *growls* What do you want?!
Angelus: The same thing as you, to stop the wedding.
Matt: ...I can't do that to Amu.
Angelus: Come on, you hate this as much as I do.
Matt: Hurting Amu will hurt me more!
Angelus: Looks like I have no choice *glows*
Matt: *starts floating* WTF?!
Matt: *falls to ground and his eyes turn dark blue*
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
DoorsDoors2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There had been many strange deaths recently, and there were only a few survivors who were willing to talk about it. Most of them spoke of an odd demon who wanted to play ‘games’ with them. Others could only remember a large monster, but the fear from the situation had caused them to block out the memory of what it looked like. The police were determined to catch these dangerous killers, but so far they only had one lead to their whereabouts. Someone had called in to tell them that a creature with an odd mask had been spotted going into a building. The person did not say who they were, but simply told them this fact and hung up.
This building mentioned was under construction, but was nearly finished so it looked like a normal building. A team of four cops had been sent to investigate, as there was no real evidence that the person seen entering the building was the killer.
It was late, and only a few cops had stayed behind at the station. There were three of them. Tom Anderso
Room 42Room 422 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The taxi pulled up to the hotel. The one inside stepped out, carrying his suitcase. He looked up at the hotel. ‘Hotel Noir’ was its name. He paid the taxi driver, and then proceeded towards the hotel’s doors. His name was Gary Malcon, and he was in this city on business.
Entering the lobby, Gary looked around at the paintings on the walls and the furniture. Even though his job took him many places, this was his first time at this hotel. He checked in at the front desk to get a room. His room was room 529. Gary thanked the employee working at the front desk and then started towards the elevator. In the elevator, Gary was enjoying the monotonous elevator music. He didn’t know why but he was feeling oddly optimistic today. Finally the elevator reached the fifth floor.
Gary stepped out of the elevator and looked around, after determining which way his room was, he began walking in the direction. When he reached his room, he took out the key card he got from the fron
First Real Friend - Part 1First Real Friend - Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ryan was walking home from school. He took the route he usually took back to his house; a small sidewalk path near the woods that was away from where most kids walked. Life was tough for him. He was seventeen years old in high school; and he had no friends in school. Ever since he was a little preschooler, the other kids made fun of him. He never had a friend there; he often wondered what it was like to chat with a buddy or go hang out. Although he never really understood why the others made fun of him, he now had given up on making friends and just avoided the other teens all together.
Ryan walked slowly; he enjoyed being out here, alone; no one calling him names or asking why he was hitting himself. He looked out and watched as a robin flew happily by, singing its happy song and flapping its proud wings. He saw a squirrel climbing and jumping briskly among the tree branches. Ryan soon reached his neighborhood, luckily for him this neighborhood only had a few residents; it was also n
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
What happened?I just wanted to say this because I'm very upset by this issue.What happened?6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I overheard my mom talking to her friend saying that she went to a Christian bookstore to look for a book. The book she was looking was for how teenagers could deal with the issue of homosexuality. The answer? There were none.
I speak and act very differently from other teenagers, that being a Christian and strongly standing by it. I don't believe in homosexuality because God said that it's wrong. He said it back in the days of Moses and He's STILL saying that it's wrong in 2009! The question is, how did evil become so popular now? Since when did we make it so popular? All this stuff of popular homosexuality movies, famous people who are gay, yaoi-it's the norm now. It's everywhere, and the world is saying that it's okay.
Well, God says that it's not okay. It's actually an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22. So how can the world ignore this and say that its okay? Because the world is not godly and it belongs to the p
A Hurried NoteWolf,A Hurried Note4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Grandma squealed. Huntsman armed.
Sense MemoryI developed taste.Sense Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We lost touch.
how harry potter should endPossible last sentences for the last Harry potter bookhow harry potter should end5 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
1. And Harry danced to the tropical rhythm, his long dreadlocks glinting in the sun
2. As celebration for destroying voldermort, Harry, Draco, and the ghost of Dumbledore all went to see the lion king on Broadway, and Harry's favourite character was: Scar. (Inside joke, will explain on comments.)
3 Harry woke up on the cold, wet, bathroom floor, only to discover that he was 10 years old and had knocked himself unconscious on the showerhead and it had all been a beautiful dream, but then he saw the scars on the back of his hand .
4. And they all lived happily ever after.
5. "there's only one way we can truly defeat voldermort" cried Harry , and that's to all work together , as a team , as a unit until the power of friendship causes a rainbow of light to destroy his rainbow of darkness.
6. What is that mysterious ticking noise ..?
7. STOP! Shrieked voldermort, its hammer time.
8. And the ghost of dobby rode the ghost