IF: Fathers DayThe GrubbersIF: Fathers Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matthew and his mom Melanie were busy making breakfast for Johnathan. His favorite breakfast in fact: bacon and cheese omlette with a side of sausage links and a cup of coffee. The scent wafted up to the bedroom where he could smell the bacony goodness. Matthew was sixteen now and they had managed to get all the holidays in as a family. Mothers Day and Fathers Day were his favorites, because without them he wouldnt be here now to celebrate.
Melanie got all the food ready on the tray along with a special love coupon book she made and walked the tray up the stairs for breakfast in bed. Matthew had put a Fathers Day card on the other side of the dish as he burst through the door to his parents room and shouted "HAPPY FATHER'S DAY YA OLD FART!"
Johnathan laughed and said "Thank you, son!" he eyed the omlette with a bit of drool escaping his mouth and he licked his lips before digging into the eggs. His eyes caught a
Death Battle: Batman vs Black PantherDeath Battle: Batman vs Black Panther11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roy: The verdict has been decided, are combatants are ready, every angle and vote has been taken into account!
Ivan: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
A white noise was all that could be heard, slipping through the database of Stark Tower. Whistling through the open room, a large monitor placed right at the end, waiting to be used. A faint sound of creaking and shuffling was heard through a nearby vent. All was tranquil, until a black boot extinguished the silence with a hard kick to the vent, sending it skidding across the floor.
Bruce Wayne, The Caped Crusader, the Batman, had entered the room. He slowly slid through the tight squeeze of the vent, carefully letting his feet touch the ground. Around him, there were records, archives, and even one of Tony Stark's suits on display. Batman slowly began to make his way towards the massive monitor, with his goal in mind.
The Caped Crusader quickly looked around, to make sure no one was wa
Quote WatchmenQuote Watchmen7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Do it? Dan, I'm not a republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I activated it 35 minute minutes ago"
"An intractable problem can only be resolved by stepping beyond conventional solutions"
"I saved earth from hell. Next, I'll help her towards utopia. It is as Rameses said: 'Canaan is devastated, Ashkellon is fallen, Gezer is ruined, Venoam is reduced to nothing"
"I don't mind being the smartest man in the world. I just wish it wasn't this one"
"A world at peace. There had to be sacrifice"
"It doesn't take a genius to see the world has problems"
The Comedian/Edward Blake
"Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense"
"Yeah. Yeah, that's right.
Death Battle: Lizard vs Man-Bat PreludeDeath Battle: Lizard vs Man-Bat Prelude7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Roy: Mad scientists, the must have for any superheroes Rogues Gallery. But these two take mad to a whole new level, they sacrificed their sanity to take down their foes, and they do so by transforming into monsters, and they become worst enemies, and sometimes allies, to the heroes they fight. They sacrificed their sanity to rid themselves of physical imperfections, and they will meet.
Ivan: Curt Connors, the Lizard.
Roy: And Kirk Langstrom, the Man-Bat.
Ivan: We will be analyzing these two fighters to see who can win in a Death Battle!
Known As: Kirk Langstrom
Height: 6'1 as Langstrom, 7'1 as Man-Bat
Weight: 200 lbs as Langstrom, 315 as Man-Bat
Debut Appearance: Detective Comics #400 (1970)
Kirk developed a serum that transformed him into Man-Bat
With Batman's assistance, he created an antidote to it
His bat form gained intelligence as well
Constantly fights Batman and gives him a run
I Was FROZEN todayI Was FROZEN today6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Batman & Robin
The dynamic duo are in the Batcave after a failed attempt at subduing Mr Freeze:
Bruce: You just had to rush in on Freeze, did you?
Dick: Hey, I could have gotten him if you'd just let me!
Bruce: Dick, remember what I told you about teamwork.
Dick: You mean, your old tricks? I could still take on Freeze if you hadn't gotten in the way!
Bruce: Well, what do you know?! I've rounded up more criminals than you ever did!
Dick: I was FROZEN today!!!
After a moment of awkward silence, Bruce quietly leaves Dick alone to warm himself up with a warm towel and a basin of warm water.
Transformers (2007 film)
Megatron meets up with his second-in-command Starscream after being thawed and escaping the Hoover Dam.
Megatron: You failed me yet again, Starscream.
Starscream: But Megatron, I -
Megatron: I was FROZEN today!!!
Starscream is dumbstruck and can't think of a comeback for his superio
BirthDrake awakes to a bright light shining in his face,To the sound of metal clanging and some sort of strange melancholic buzzing spiraling throughout the room,Like a hoard of angry bumble bees. He groans as he tries to sit up,Wondering what's happened when he suddenly feels resistance,and looks down to see he is strapped to a table. His eyes go wide as he struggles against the restrains,Trying to free himself,But he only hears a solemn laughter emit from the room,And there,from within the dark shadows of the far corner of the room,A man appears. Medium height,Spiked Brown hair,Goggles in his hair. He wears green gloves and a lab coat,Holding two medieval looking devices in his hand. They look like the shapes of swords,With a swirl at the end,And electricity shocking from them at the speed of light. He laughs menacingly,and all Drake can do is slink back onto the table,Shaking with fear as the man grows closer,Soon the man is practically breathing down Drake's face,and he speaks,Speaks wiBirth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unexpected Healing - PxHThere were many times that Elizaveta thought that maybe the medical field was her calling. After experiencing a childhood on the battlefield, one became self sufficient in patching oneself up. She was seldom without a small medical kit filled with swabs, rubbing alcohol, and bandages. Roderich never questioned it, labeling it as preparedness for the unexpected. As far as Elizaveta was considered, the unexpected had a name.Unexpected Healing - PxH6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her green eyes rolled in her head as they normally did when she paid the red eyed prankster a thought. He was always off fooling somewhere and often times, that fooling got him more injured than his days in battle. So some days he would just kick open the door to the home she shared with Roderich and waltz right in. Many of times the demon just slept over, crashing on the couch only to be awoken by the feeling of glass covered eyes boring into his side. Elizaveta smiled. She remembered all the angry phone calls, sometimes
Chris Nolan on Heath Ledger - Charisma as Natural as Gravity - By Christopher Nolan -Chris Nolan on Heath Ledger3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One night, as I’m standing on LaSalle Street in Chicago, trying to line up a shot for “The Dark Knight,” a production assistant skateboards into my line of sight. Silently, I curse the moment that Heath first skated onto our set in full character makeup. I’d fretted about the reaction of Batman fans to a skateboarding Joker, but the actual result was a proliferation of skateboards among the younger crew members. If you’d asked those kids why they had chosen to bring their boards to work, they would have answered honestly that they didn’t know. That’s real charisma—as invisible and natural as gravity. That’s what Heath had.
Heath was bursting with creativity. It was in his every gesture. He once told me that he liked to wait between jobs until he was creatively hungry. Until he needed it again. He brought that attitude to our set every day. The
Hair - FriedxMirajane fanficFanfiction series: Odds and EndsHair - FriedxMirajane fanfic6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Word count: 420
Summary: He looked better with long hair.
Notes: Sometimes before chapter 165
"You looked better with long hair, you know."
It was a strange start to a conversation but no one ever said Mirajane was a normal person. Then again, normalcy was what happened to other people, not the members of a mage guild, especially a guild like Fairy Tail. Fried Justine, who was the target of her observation, ran his hand across his short hair self-consciously.
"You think so?"
"Of course. There are people who look good with short hair and there are people who don't."
"And I take it I'm in the second category," he laughed a bit. Mirajane smiled as well.
"I'm afraid so."
There was a lull of silence which was not unusual these days. Natsu and his team had left on a mission and without the two biggest troublemakers - namely Natsu and Gray - the guild was strangely q
His Divine MercyHis Divine Mercy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
If a tree is known by its fruit, to what shall we compare the infinite mercies of God, a fruit of his great love? We know that “God is love” (1 John 4:8), and so where Love is the tree, mercy is the fruit. Mercy cannot come from anything else but a deep love.
There can be no other fitting witness and proof of God's mercy than being itself. Faustina recounts Him saying, “If I call creatures into being—that is the abyss of my mercy” (§86). God created man in order that he might love Him; God already loved us. Man, however, was seduced by the devil. He was made to believe that his love could be shared among God and his own desires.
Man, if he had loved God wholly, would have loved everything else in proper proportion and thus he would have been happy. Man, by his sin, not only brought his vision out of perspective but damaged creation itself. One may even say that all of mankind, when they sin, harm creation, the foundational sign of the Trinity's love. This
MedizinMedizinMedizin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nite Owl sagte sich selbst, dass er es besser hätte wissen müssen. Er hatte es geahnt als Rorschach nach ein paar Minuten auf Patrouille um einen Moment Pause gebeten hatte. Wann hatte der Maskierte das je getan? Daniel hatte sich ein wenig über ihn lustig gemacht, hatte ihn gefragt ob ihm die Bohnen zu schaffen machten die er tags zuvor wie gewohnt aus Daniels Küchenvorräten entwendet hatte.
Rorschach hatte gar nicht wirklich darauf reagiert sondern war merklich geschwankt, hatte sich an eine feuchte Häuserwand gelehnt; auch das war höchst untypisch für ihn gewesen.
Daniel hätte es besser wissen müssen.
Es war beängstigend und faszinierend zugleich zu sehen wie sich sein sonst so geschmeidiger und flinker Partner wie in Zeitlupe zu bewegen schien, irgendwie versetzt. Dem ersten Schlag irgendeines kleinen Taschendiebes konnte der Maskierte noch ausweichen, wenn auch nur knapp. Der zweite traf sein Ziel und Nite Owl konnte f
Valentine LoveThe morning dawn was slowly approaching overhead. The rays of the sun seemed to stretch out and send a trail of kisses upon the texture of the exterior of the various homes. Today was quite a special day, where lovers would share and exchange gifts, reflecting of their love for one another. Ah, it was such a heartwarming time, yet a lonely one as well if you didn't have a sweetheart to share your secrets to. Nonetheless, a certain rose princess was more then eager to exchange gifts with her beloved prince.Valentine Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began as she awoke from within her bedroom. She had taken her time to get up. Slowly she had risen from the soft pillows that cushioned her head. The maiden rubbed at her eyes, while stifling a yawn that was yet to escape from her mouth. She then took a moment to stretch. After the stretching was finished, out of the bed she went. Her bare feet touched the marble flooring, which sent a chill of cold up her spine.
A few months ago, in the time of fall, she had awoken fro
Pajaros de papelMe sentía tan triste y las lágrimas no paraban de fluir. En medio de mi oscura y gélida habitación mis lágrimas se volvieron hielo en mis mejillas. Mis labios temblaban y mi cuerpo no podía mantenerse tranquilo. El sonido de una vieja caja de música era lo único que separaba el silencio de mis sollozos. El viento que entraba por mi ventana era tan frío como el sentimiento dentro de mi alma.Pajaros de papel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El vacío profundo en mi corazón amenazaba con quebrarme en cualquier momento, así que deje que lo hiciera... Me quebré en pedacitos de papel que flotaron en el aire como pájaros de papel. Y mi risa estremeció el lugar y mi sonrisa irradió luz en aquella oscura y gélida habitación.
Los pequeños pajaritos volaron lejos del suelo, agitando las hojas de los árboles, acabando con la soledad que había en esa triste recámara. Salieron volando por la venta
Things Fallout 3 Has Taught Me1. You can punch someone till they explode. Like Kenshiro.Things Fallout 3 Has Taught Me6 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. Everyone, EVERYONE, in DC wears identical underwear
3. Shooting someone in the arm may cause their head and legs to fly off too.
4. You can talk computers into blowing themselves up.
5. Anonymousity comes at a price.
6. You can make a bear fly by shooting it.
7. Decapitation, as juvenile and cliched as it seems, will NEVER get old.
8. You can absorb enough radiation to power a small town.
8a. Drinking irradiated water doesn't make you lose hair and start pissing blood.
9. Children are immune to everything.
10. Taste hasn't changed in 260 years.
11. You can take a missile to the face and live.
12. None of the McDonald's or Starbucks in DC survived the nuclear war.
13. It's okay to eat 200 year old instant mashed potatoes.
14. That Lance bloke from Oblivion has a brother in DC.
16. Every badguy in the post-apocalyptic world is a punk (also confirmed by Mad Max and Hokuto no Ken)
17. You need training
Lo normal, es ser anormal¿Que es la locura?Lo normal, es ser anormal3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Un escape de la realidad, un estado mental, o acaso una peculiar forma de ver el mundo; se debe recordar que el estar loco tiene varios niveles y hay diversas clases de locura que pueden desarrollarse en una persona a comprensión de su ambiente o salud.
No es acaso, en este caso, el ver que la locura es parte normal de cierta persona, (después de todo la gente es extraña cuando tu eres extraño) lo loco para ti es normal así como para la gente tu normalidad es un estado de anormalidad; pero ¿que es la locura en este caso?, si uno hace estos comentarios puede decir que ese tipo es loco porque es único, pero cada quién es único, entonces... ¡¿todos estamos locos?!
O solo son locos, los que destacan ser únicos...
Esta es una de las enigmas que comparte la cualidad de tener una de las respuestas mas sencillas y que el mundo ve difícil y sin respuesta certera...
YureiOn Yurei, there are gulls. Billions of them. They fill the skies from one yellow horizon to the next.Yurei3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Among the mountains of refuse there are people, the last of Yurei’s once great population, who eke out an existence in shanty towns and concrete tunnels with steel gates. They hunt rats and hogs and the occasional amphibian Hi-go, though few of those have survived the transformation of a vibrant planet that had just begun to be colonized by sophisticated terrestrial life to two hundred million square kilometers of landfill. In small areas where they have scrounged enough suitable soil, they grow cabbages, potatoes, carrots, and a hardy local fruit called leppuna.
But on Yurei, it is the gulls who thrive.
Okyo watched them from atop a mound his village had created. It was solid, an enormous jigsaw of welded steel supported by enormous bars collected from various dumpsites, made to look like just another mountain to the dumper frigates. He marveled at their combination of grace and
EG Sample Chapter 1EG Sample Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A boy of nobility becomes a page, a page becomes a squire, and a squire becomes a knight. Only then does a son of privileged blood become a man in the mountains of Nebo.
To become a page, a boy needs only to reach the tender age of eight. An inevitability. To become a squire, a page needs only to reach the age of twelve. An inevitability. To become a knight, a squire must endure four years of arduous training to condition both his body and soul in such a way that befits a professional warrior and pleases the Phoenix.
At the end of this training, the squire is put to the test. He must earn his knighthood by engaging in combat and killing at least one of his kingdom’s enemies. After completing this task as to which the outcome is most uncertain, only then can a squire become a knight.
His Master, Forsaken IIIHis Master, Forsaken III4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
The wind snaps through me, chilling my insides to the core as my arms instinctively reach to shield myself from the cold. That is until I feel him, his touch, and his arms around me. His scent enters my nose as I inhale it, savoring its spicy sweet never wanting to forget. Raven black hair trickles into my peripheral vision as I feel his lips peck the start of my jaw line. I cannot help but smile as I lean into him, missing his touch greatly to the point that my entire being longs for it once again.
"Sebastian " I murmur, "I missed you "
He chuckles under his breath, "I know, my Ciel. I missed you too."
"Then why did you leave?" I ask quietly, never wanting him to leave me, or at least never let go, "Why would you "
A long sigh escapes h
Worthy Adversary - Part 1Worthy Adversary - Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“That unfinished building; is that were I’m supposed to look for him?” Glen Remus was on the phone with his partner, Adam. He hunted down dangerous criminals that the police needed help with. Glen had been hired to track someone down, and he was currently driving to the last place that someone had seen this person. He drove up to a multi storied building that looked like it was close to being finished; but the only machinery around it was a few old trucks.
“Yeah that’s the place.” Adam replied, “They stopped working on it when many of the workers reported seeing a monster or something. Probably the guy we’re looking for.” Glen got out of the car and looked up at the building; it was maybe four or five stories high. He had remembered reading something about this building, that several cops had been brutally killed. One was been shot, another died of blood loss, and another seemed to have been thrown around so much that many of his bo
Old Spice BowieLook at your man, now back to Bowie. Now back at your man, now back to Bowie. Sadly, he isn't Bowie, and if he puts on tight pants and dances with puppets, he still won't be. Look down, look back up, where are you Major Tom? Floating in your tin can, far above the world. What's in your capsule? Back at Bowie, it's a helmet that looks like a mullet that tastes like protein pills. Look again, the mullet is now diamond dogs. Anything is possible when you contact juggle and sing. He's got the baby.Old Spice Bowie5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
GullibleGullible2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Near nightfall, two people were driving home. They were both men of around twenty years of age, and were roommates in an apartment. Discussing random thoughts that came to their minds, they were both content.
“Anyway, I think I’ll go check it out tomorrow.” One of them said, he seemed a bit younger than the other. He had a normal body type and was a little on the short side, his hair was dark brown; same as his eyes. His name was Jonathan.
“I haven’t decided what to do tomorrow, well, besides work of course.” The other responded. He had blue eyes along with dirty blond hair, and was a bit more fit than Jonathan.
“Well maybe you could . . . hmm, let me think” Jonathan began to ponder what his friend could do, something besides sitting in front of the television or computer all day.
“I guess I could-” Ken paused; something outside the car caught his attention. He was lucky he wasn’t the one driving, because he stare
dichotomy.i.dichotomy.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
there’s a monster inside of my head.
it moved in four years ago, but they say it’s always been there. my daddy has one. so does his mom.
they say that’s where i got it. dad says grammy’s monster made her beat him until he was seven. dad says his monster made him drink until he blacked out, for twenty years.
they all say, “don’t let it in.” they all say, “it’ll control you, because you are weak.”
(actually, they say “vulnerable.”)
they tell me its name, so i can paint it on my wrists, on my forehead, along the curves of my ears. keep out. no BIPOLAR DISORDER allowed. they say it notices loud things. capital letters, for one. or crying children. or hatred. or fear.
they do not tell me what it’s like to see it. they do not tell me what’s it like, to feel it burrowing under your skin.
when it came to me, i pleaded with it. i said, “please go away,” and it didn’t listen.
MTNN:FF - My Name is Sai 2Entry 2MTNN:FF - My Name is Sai 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hello again. It's been a little while. Yako-nee found out I had been skipping out on the journal and got mad at me. I guess I need to write in this more often. I want Yako-nee to be happy.
The days are pretty boring, most of the time. Early in the morning Yako-nee needs to wake up and eat a small breakfast-ten eggs, five pancakes and enough bacon to choke a horse (I've never actually seen a horse before, but I heard this phrase on the television and thought I would try it out)-and then run off to this place called "school" where she learns things. I asked her if I could follow her at first, but she kept saying that I should stay here and so I gave up on it. Instead I watch TV and wait for Yako-nee to come back. There's never anything on that interests me, but I don't complain to Yako-nee-she's taking care of me, and doesn't need me to complain. She's always so frazzled a