Meta's PledgeMeta's Pledge7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I know what I am.
You look at me as if I was a thing of evil.
Yet I give you a chance to be equal with me.
Go on, pick up your sword.
For today, we shall dance with our swords.
And sing with our cries of pain.
Don't try to suck me in.
I want you to fight me with honour.
For I am someone of great status.
With no other equal.
I don't want your pity or your help.
I want you to swing that blade.
For I hunger for the heat of the battle.
I don't do this to enjoy myself.
I do this to keep the beast at bay.
For it longs the taste of victory ever so much.
There is nothing else that it deisres.
Only bloodshed and despair of others.
Yet I cannot attack you unarmed.
So come at me, now.
WHAT SAY YOU?
CUPIDO Cap 7 NO―!NOOOOOOOOOOOO!CUPIDO Cap 7 NO3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
El estruendoso grito retumbo por toda la casa, sobresaltando a los presentes, pero principalmente a Rigby y a Eileen, quienes, alarmados, se distanciaron antes de que lograran besarse.
Mordecai también lo hizo al sentir como el potente alarido casi le dejaba sordo por segunda vez en su vida.
Pero sin duda alguna, la más sorprendida con su repentina reacción, fue la misma Margaret, quien al notar nuevamente todas las miradas sobre ella, se ruborizo violentamente resaltando con ello el color de sus plumas.
Balbuceo torpemente intentando dar explicación alguna a su inesperado grito.―Ehh … ah perdón por la interrupción ―Se disculpó sumamente nerviosa ―pero recordé lo que nos dijo Cupido. El beso tiene que ser de amor verdadero ¿Cierto? pero ¿Estas segura de… de que va a funcionar en este momento? ― Pregunto ansiosa a su amiga ― ¿Qué tal si aún no es tiempo? ―la atónita mirada de los presentes incrementaba su estado nervioso―
Sacrifices: part 1Sacrifices: part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sacrifices Lockon x Tieria
Gundam 00 Oneshot Fanfiction
"All personnel, report to primary battle stations. The enemy team is nineteen machines equipped with pseudo solar reactors. The enemy has already found us."
With that one announcement from Miss Sumeragi, I knew that it was already over.
"Everyone, attack formation S-34," Lockon's voice told us from the communication line.
"... Yes, roger that."
I didn't know how many of the others noticed my hesitation. I still don't know to this day. Not that it really mattered, since there was no way of getting out of this fight.
The first attack was launched by the enemy, at me. I deployed my GN field, hoping that it would stop most of the attack, but the beam went straight through, scorching my machine and leaving me utterly confused.
"Wha... What? How did they break through the GN field...?" I gasped.
So Lonely, tatelangdonI stood at the gate and tried to peer in through the windows, but the twilight behind me made it too dark to see. I felt nervous, not because of the rumors, but what if there were homeless people who slept there? What if it's been turned into a drug house?So Lonely, tatelangdon3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Come on Wend, don't be chicken shit"
"Don't call me that" I snapped.
"Oooh, someone is getting wound up! Are you changing your mind?"
"No," I was too stubborn to prove my point, crack house or not.
"Get on then"
The sun began to set behind me and I started towards the boarded up house, the bushes were unkempt, it had been abandoned for over 40 years now.
I hiked up my knapsack and as I made my way around to the basement door. Which, if you believe rumor, is only unlocked if the house wants you to enter it. I catch site of a gazebo in the back yard, it was probably nice, but it is covered in graffiti and plants now. As I put my hand on the door knob, something in me wants to turn back, this is stupid, but I'm determined. I glance ove
The Five - a short horror storyIt's amazing what you can get used to. It's gotten to the point that I'm actually glad it happened, whatever the hell "it" was.The Five - a short horror story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I guess it's been about a year now, and I'm pretty sure they operate on a roughly five week loop, or what I call "the five." They just thoughtlessly repeat the last 35 days before they...died, I guess. It's hard to tell, since their bodies are as warm and fresh as the day I woke up to this ridiculous new world. They never starve, they never age, they just relive the five over and over for as long as it's physically possible. It took me a while to get over the crazies, of course, and I came close to killing myself countless times. At first, I held out hoping I might find someone else like me, someone else inexplicably spared. By the time I gave up, I realized I was having too much fun to care.
The loop isn't perfect, of course. Things wear down. Accidents happen. A lot of them are sitting in their broken-down cars, still pumping the pedals unless I intervene. T
Aurion BarsovLa nieve jamás me ha molestado, desde que era un cachorro siempre he disfrutado la manera en que los pequeños copos caen uno tras otro hasta formar una blanca y esplendida alfombra. El soplar helado del dios del viento es para mí un remanso agradable, una especie de caricia soberbia, tal vez por eso me llaman: El demonio de hieloAurion Barsov7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cuando asumí el poder de mi clan supe que las cosas no serian sencillas, acababa de librarse una batalla contra el cielo y los ánimos estaban inquietos, muchos habían perdido amigos y familia en la batalla y sin embargo puedo asegurar que nadie había salido más afectado que yo, pues en esa sangrienta guerra yo perdí el corazón.
Desde que él se fue, no, desde que me lo arrebataron, el mundo tomo un matiz diferente, sentía que todo estaba a blanco y negro, las flores que a él tanto le gustaban comenzaron a molestarme, las sonrisas y los murmullos agradables me desqu
Arges+Siliceb+BarsovLunes 3 de EneroArges+Siliceb+Barsov7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mamá me ha regalado un diario me lo ha regalado desde Navidad y después me ha enseñado a escribir. Solo me había enseñado a leer pero me pidió lo ocultara de Papá. A papá no le gusta que mamá lea, pero a mi me gusta que ella me lea. Escribir no es tan divertido como leer tal vez después pueda leer lo que escribí y sea más divertido.
Lunes 10 de Enero
Mamá me enseño que los días tienen nombre y un número. Mamá me enseño que los días tienen medida y 365 días forman un año, un año que se divide en 12 meses y cada mes en 4 semanas y cada semana en 7 días. Cada día tiene un nombre, y cada día tiene 24 horas. Mamá dice que es útil saber este tipo de datos y que hay muchas más cosas que aprender. Mamá es muy lista, y creo que merece una mejor pareja que Papá Papá me da miedo a veces. A Papá le digo Pa
Journeyed Too Far WestJanuary 24th, 1872Journeyed Too Far West2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arrived in Rose Dust today. Got a good overlook from the stagecoach as it crested a hill. Little more than a collection of shabby buildings all jumbled together in the bottom of horseshoe-shaped gulley. Timber frames of future dwellings out on the fringes, plenty of carpenters at work. Only places of merit seem to be the assay office and the town hall, maybe the local saloon. Not sure why Rose Dust has the name it does, but clearly a fresh boomtown; even the railroad hasn’t come out this far.
Met with Mayor Chandler, took me to Hoc’s saloon for drinks and to discuss my settling into town. Said his wife didn’t tolerate the thought of him drinking in his office. Friendly, just like in the letters. Offered to put me up in the hotel for the night while he finishes getting my place secured. Never met a man so outright welcoming in my life. Odd that he greets me so warmly; they must really need an undertaker.
January 27th, 1872
Been a few days now, and am
Arkham visitArkham visit4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have got no idea why she decided to go out that day. Usually she was just sitting at Home and doing totally nothing. This has always annoyed me. Every weekend spent in front of the computer. Watching films, listening to weird music with weirder lyrics. Getting a little excited by watching free, cartoon porn on the internet. Even reading creepy books was irritating. But this was a very special end of the week. Her dad offered her a proposition which simply can`t be refused.
The gate of Arkham Asylum was quite scary. Old, black metal became curved and rusty. It seemed like nobody cares about the friendly appearance of the Psychiatric Hospital. Of course it was some kind of a prison but hey! No one likes to live in an ugly place.
Dr. Waser was waiting for her dad at the main entrance. It appeared like he had flu or maybe a really tough hangover.
- Welcome at Arkham, Mark. Thank you for coming.
- Nice to see you Arny. Meet my daughter- Violett
AbusedStupid BITCH!Abused7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She screamed as he kicked her side. Tears trailed down her red cheeks. She was curled into a ball.
What did I tell you about guys? What did I tell you? He kicked her again. I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM THEM!
Im s-s-sorry, Drake, she whispered.
Sorry doesnt CUT IT, Ellen! Ellen plugged her ears with her hands. Drake yanked her up to his eye level by the wrist. Do you hear me, Ellen? I dont want you talkin to them.
Ellen pulled her wrist from his grip.
Theyre my friends! Im not gonna leave them.
Drake got in her face, his ice blue eyes cold with hatred.
Youll do what I say.
Im leaving, she whispered.
She turned around and ran from the apartment building.
DONT YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, BITCH! he bellowed from the top story.
Ellens sobs were bitter. She shakily reached into her pocket
Elle and Mias: Chapter 22"What is taking that woman?" Mias wondered out loud as he approached the window in the parlor and looked out over his property.Elle and Mias: Chapter 224 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Abernos, who had finally removed his panties from his antlers and put them on to cover himself, was hungrily devouring a plate of food the housekeeping spell had just delivered. He glanced over at Mias, chewing his mouthful of food loudly, "Maybe she's bonding with the horses?"
Mias was skeptical about that possibility. A sense of dread was beginning to squeeze his chest, but what perplexed him was the lack of reason behind the sensation. His senses didn't perceive anything unusual nor had anything crossed into the magical field that surrounded the perimeter of his land, but still the weight over his heart only grew heavier the longer Elle made him wait for her return.
"If you're so worried, why don't you go check on her?" Abernos asked.
Because Elle would surely complain about him being paranoid she would run off again, Mias thought. He wanted to stray away f
United Against The DarkAugust 4th, 1874United Against The Dark1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Men and women in uniform ran about the rain-soaked streets, flood lights and street lamps producing their only light. There were only three roads leading off Spike Island and each was barricaded and lined with barbed wire and pikes, nests of King's Men dotting the river along Coronation, Hotwell, Jubilee and even the Hannover Quay. Some were ready for the fight, ready to lay down their lives for the sake of the Crown and the Church. But some were scared and it made the moisture heavy air reek of cowardice, a scent the Dark Ones would never miss.
Fires burned on the island as unholy screams and howls filled the air, what few unlucky souls that were trapped there when the bridges were closed were long dead by now. Bursts of gunfire and shouts from officers could be heard as soldiers took shots at the figures on the far bank. They had to remain poised and ready, they had to hold out until day break but the dawning hour was far off.
"Hold your fire! Hold y
First Real Friend - Part 2First Real Friend - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was an article in the newspaper titled “Boy declared insane; kills himself in cell.” This was part of the story released to the public:
“(. . .) After apparently going insane due to increased bullying at his school; the boy assaulted three other students, severely wounding two of them. The boy resisted arrest, but eventually police managed to capture him; after about a day in an insane asylum, one of the security guards was found murdered. Later that same day large amounts of blood were found on the floor of the boy’s cell. The boy’s body had mysteriously disappeared, and the only object other than the blood in the cell was a fractured wine glass. The body however, way never found. He is assumed dead, as there was much more blood on the floor than he could survive losing. A few days prior to his death, the boy’s family (. . .)”
The article was also accompanied by a photo of the boy.
“But . . . but that’s me . . !” Ryan p
Death Battle: Avatar Korra vs. Jonathan JoestarDeath Battle: Avatar Korra vs. Jonathan Joestar6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Layne: That’s it! We’ve analyzed the combatants’ weapons, tactics, and skills! Let’s get this fight underway!
Xander: It’s time for a Death Battle!
A ship arrived in the harbor in Republic City. It was a passenger ship, carrying a number of tourists and immigrants to the city. One young man on that ship, in particular, had a very good reason for being on said ship.
He stepped off on to the docks, surveying the city he found himself in.
“So, this is the Republic City I’ve heard so much about…” he said to himself, taking note of all the machinery and modern buildings, “Far from what I would have thought to be a place to learn new Hamon techniques…” He chuckled lightly, “Then again, who am I to judge?”
He was a giant of a man, despite his age, with the body of an Olympic power-lifter. His hair was dark and spiked upward, and his face almost looked as if it had been chiseled from marble. Hi
A dreamerUn soñador, suele imaginar impresionantes mundos llenos de maravillas para el deleite del ojo, situaciones fantásticas y probablemente fuera del contexto de su vida, da vida a pasiones inspiradas en sus emociones, camina por los recónditos o mas vistos lugares del mundo sin que tenga que estar presente a ellos; sueña con amores perdidos o encontrados, incluso impropios, porque no, después de todo hay momentos en los que ya no controla su propia mente y se deja llevar por el momento, no necesita el dormitar para poder soñar inconscientemente.A dreamer2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Finalmente vuelve a la realidad, y sus preciados sueños, algunos de ellos, añorara con su persona en el baúl de su memoria, otros no correrán la misma suerte; vuelve y voltea, y como un ave otra vez es libre de surcar los vientos que el cielo ofrece, sueña, pero esta vez sueña consciente, observa la realidad y sueña con ella, pues hasta una persona que vive para soñar esta consciente que es mejor recordar las experiencias vividas y llorar la hermos
Expanded Viander #6: AuxelleExpanded Viander #6: Auxelle4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
#6 - Auxelle
~Written by Xenny Diemes~
~Characters (c) 2011-2012 Their Creators
This story contains content that may be unsuitable for younger readers. Therefore it is advised that it's not suitable for those under the age of 18 or those who don't want to read material of this content.
Andrew and Launa are in many ways inseparable. How can any kid, when your aunt is on one hand, world famous stunt-woman and pro-bodybuilder Jennifer Aslan and on the other, the (in)famous warrior trickster goddess. For the 11-year old, he still thinks of her as just his loving aunt. Sometimes the two, along with mother, go out and do things like a normal family does. But with Launa, she always takes it to the next level, whether it's within the season or not. Many adventures and tricks follow whenever the boy and the trickster get together, but like many things, those things never do last long. His mom has to go to work and with the hectic schedules with the government doesn'
You're an ocean in one drop.You are not alone in this life. Take the time to realise those who may be counting on your strength, those whose heads fit perfectly on your shoulders, those who need your arms to hold them up.You're an ocean in one drop.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
You may be one person in the world, but you could mean the entire world to another, in many different forms. Company is what it comes down to; someone you can be alone with, someone you choose to spend your moments with, people who are more than a chapter in your story, those who are main characters, those who move you, those who linger on.
If you were really alone in this world, you wouldn’t feel alone; you’d feel complete, strong, immense. You would be everything you need, and you would stand tall without realising. You’re not alone, do you understand me? Do you hear me? Do you feel me? We’re both alive in this instant, isn’t that something?
What a crazy notion –– in these billions of years worth of existence, we’ve managed to stumble across each
Rainbow FactoryRainbow Factory3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Aurora Dawn
"Now a rainbow's tale isn't quite as nice
As the story we knew of sugar and spice"
There's long been rumors as to how, exactly, rainbows are made in Equestria. While a great amount of Pegasi ponies are employed in the Rainbow department of the weather factory, almost all of them do the low-end work. What's know is that great streams of Spectra, the individual colours of the rainbow, flow through large grates and into vast vats. From there, workers carefully and equally mix the spectra into the coagulated rainbow pools that dot and run through the factory and surrounding city. Next, that mixture is pumped to the floor below, where other employees atomize it and store it until the active weather Pegasi deploy it in field.
However, no one knows how individual Spectra is made. Supplies are never seen being brought in, leaving not even a clue what goes into a rainbow. Tourists, when visiting the factory, are treated to an extremely foreboding and plain
Today Is Your DayToday Is Your Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The blonde Swede prepared himself as he clicked the answering button on his Skype call, knowing what was coming as he lowered the volume mechanism on his computer.
Even with the volume turned down, Marzia, who was sitting on the couch behind the computer, was able to hear the whoops and yells of her boyfriend's friends as they all yelled out their birthday wishes for the celebrated Swede.
He grinned his lopsided grin as he nodded, "Thanks bros." He said after pretending to clear his ears from the yelling that just occurred.
Tobuscus was the first to answer, "Sorry man! We were just so. . . What do you call it? Pumped? We're so pumped!" He shouted happily.
Cry was the next to respond, "Sorry friend. But when you get old, we must celebrate!" He said jokingly, laughter following shortly after.
"Wow, you can feel the love. . . Wait." The Swede paused for a moment, confused. "Toby, you live in California and Cry lives in Florida. . . How are you two on the same Skype contact?" He questioned
Werewolf!EnglandxReader- Call Me What You May- P4Werewolf!EnglandxReader- Call Me What You May- P43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Werewolf!EnglandxReader- Call Me What You May- P4
You woke Monday morning like usual, and got completely ready for school.
After you stuffed your keys into your hoodie pocket, you went downstairs and opened the door.
When you did, you were surprised as heck.
On the porch was a ton of stuff, including candy, flowers, and one of those insanly huge teddy bears.
I wonder who did this...
You were sure that someone put it on your porch instead of somebody else's, but you didn't want to throw the stuff out so you brang it all inside.
You left the gift on your kitchen table, and left for school, wondering if someone actually meant it for you.
England was antsy all weekend for Monday.
This was the day that he would know if _____ liked him or not.
He really hoped that you read the note that he placed ontop of your gift.
England couldn't sit still through the entire day, because he was thinking of you.
While you left for lunch i
Hide and SeekHide and Seek2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hooray! It’s the weekend!” A little boy cried as he ran out the front doors of his small elementary school. The bell marking the end of school had just rung; and the children were walking, although most were running, out of the school. Many of them eagerly started home to their parents, but a few stayed behind to chat with their friends.
A small group of children gathered to speak to one another about their weekend plans. There were about five of them, and they were all in the same class together. In the third grade, their lives were carefree and happy; the only burden being homework or chores.
“What should we play?” A little boy, his name was Jimmy, asked his friends. “I don’t have to be back home until five or so.”
“How about tag? Tag is fun!” Another boy responded.
“Nah, that’s a stupid idea Billy!” A girl said to the boy, “We played that yesterday!” She made a noise that suggested that playin
UntitledWhen we went to Norway we killed slugs.Untitled5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We ate dinner at midnight as the sun revolved overhead, spinning in slow concentric circles, never dipping beyond the horizon. There was no night.
We looked up at the clouds, and she asked us if we wanted to do her a favor-to justify spending the night in her garage apartment at no cost. We weren't freeloaders, so we said O.K. She told us about the slugs.
There were hundreds of them crawling around the garden area-small families leaving slime trails on rock walls. We collected them one at a time, placing each of them in a huge plastic bag. We saw them pile on top of each other, felt their collective weight tugging on the plastic. Watched them squirm around, looking for any signal of familiarity, their antennae moving this way and that, trying to make sense of their situation.
We went in front of the garage and found some little guys crawling in cracks of asphalt. &