MamaIt was the first time in a long while since they'd last come. Dean could smell the fresh-cut grass and new dirt, bringing back all the memories of he and his father's previous trips here. He recalled the heavy silences, the tears, and the quiet, sad words Dad always whispered to the lifeless stone.Mama3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even Sammy, little Sammy, was somber as they made their way towards the only thing John had ever loved more than his two sons.
Their father knelt down as they reached her, letting go of Sam's hand as he did so. His little brother looked scared and confused as John placed the lillies in front of the stone, and he instantly moved to Dean for reassurance.
Mary Winchester... But Dean couldn't read anymore. He could feel Sammy tugging on his jacket and his vision blurred further. He sniffed loudly, hating the sound, and wiped a sleeve across his face.
"It's okay, Sammy." Dean reassured him, looking down at his brother's frightened expression, "It's... It's Mom, Sammy." His voice cracked at
Song MissionMystic Voice who knows all:Song Mission3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Pick a character, fandom, pairing, and friendship, whatever."
Autumn (That's me!):
"Sure I pick hmm oooh, I can't decide DAVEY HAVOK AND GERARD WAY! As friends, not a pairing ."
Mystic Voice Who Knows All:
"Put your music program on shuffle and start playing songs."
Mystic Voice Who Knows All:
"For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the pairing/friendship/character you chose earlier. You only have the song's length. No planning, and no skipping songs, either. And no writing after the song is over."
"Mkay . "
Mystic Voice Who knows all:
"Do 10 songs and post Write song and artist name."
1) Wish by Alien Ant Farm
"DAVEY, RUN!" I could hear Gerard staggering behind me, dragging his bleeding leg along as he ran.
"I'm not leaving you!" I replied, firing the last few rounds from my shotgun into the face of one of the approaching zombies. I to
Achoo KazooThe sweetest thing he ever did for me was sneeze.Achoo Kazoo2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'll never forget that day.
I had just entered my first year in high school when I chose to take an art class. I always liked drawing, so I thought why not?
The teacher, Mrs. Xine, had told everyone to sit wherever they liked in tables wide enough for up to four people. I sat with my only friends in that class, Kairi, Xion and Sora. In our class, there was a perfect thirty two people, so nobody got left out from a table. That is, until a boy came late clutching a tardy slip in his hand. He had come bursting through the door. Odd number thirty three who had interrupted Mrs. Xine's lesson.
"You're late," the teacher said to the boy with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. She had been feeling sour after being cut off.
The boy tried explaining himself, but the teacher had kept talking while he was in mid sentence.
"I'm sorry I'm late, but it was because I was-"
"-Take a seat," she said while snatching the tardy slip away fro
67 PercentHis name escaped him.67 Percent4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Axel had already forgotten why he was in this dark space, this void full of shadows. His eyes were open. What was he staring at? Who was he trying to reach out for? Axel weakly murmured the name of his reflection.
His soft mouth opened slightly to release life; his crystal green eyes and fiery red hair he was known for began to dim away, blending in with the color of the void. His eyes were open. What was he staring at? Who was he trying to reach out for?
Who did he remember? Nobody. Who did he cherish? No one.
"No. I. I remembered. Someone. Them." said his mind since his mouth could not make out words.
Axel looked through his mind to try to recall "them." His eyes slightly widened with success. It was them with the brown hair. It was them with the blue hair. It was them with the blond hair. It was them, the walking shells of life that only managed to survive the death of themselves. He could
A lone wolfA lone wolf2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A lone wolf waiting for its pack
Howling to the moon in anticipation
They burst out of the wood's and are overjoyed to see there leader
For even gone a few moments they are overjoyed in there reunion
I am that lone wolf waiting in anticipation to see you again
Even though I know you will never return
Wolves mate for life they say
So I will wait for you
Until the end of time I will
Be a lone wolf waiting to
Be reunited with my pack
Laughing At The RainI’m laughing at the rain.Laughing At The Rain1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Trying to remember who I am again.
Sometimes, I feel that the rain holds the answers but I never find any.
I’ll even let the cold droplets sting my hands but never do I find anything.
My hands start to tremble as the numb feeling washes over them but yet I desperately grasp for the person I was before.
Time should stop to let me catch up BUT it never does so I can only chase the rains that hold myself.
Should I cry or should I laugh?
Should I get angry?
I can’t decide.
I end up laughing at the rain.
Laughing and Laughing and Laughing.
I’m laughing at the rain again but it’s useless to show me who I am.
The Nature of the Nobody It was customary for Lexaeus to take over Roxas’ training for a full week every two months; not only in combat practice, but also to compile a report for Xemnas on how the boy was developing mentally. Of course, the latter of these instructions were kept secret from the boy himself. To Roxas, it was merely a solid week of being made to run laps and fight off Lesser after Lesser in the training hall, before being sat down to gather his breath as Lexaeus asked him how he was, and whether he had learnt anything interesting since their last session. These were not entirely unpleasant training exercises either. Lexaeus was patient and calm. He didn’t really scold Roxas if he didn’t perform well. Instead, he would offer a helpful technique, or simply ask Roxas what it was specifically he struggled with. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was an accomplished teacher, and Roxas never held him in discontent or sulked if he failed to meet Lexaeus’ sometThe Nature of the Nobody2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Team Steam - Highs and Lows Axel was having a cheeky afternoon nap. He was supposed to be on a mission but a few carefully placed coughs and the ability to raise his own temperature came into its own and he had grabbed the afternoon off to spend doing whatever he liked. And he liked sleep. He wasn’t the lazy sort, but give him a bed and he could happily curl right up on his side and get right off to sleep.Team Steam - Highs and Lows2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Knock knock knock.
He was a heavy sleeper, but the sound reached deep enough to make his eyelids twitch.
Knock knock knock.
He opened a hazy green eye. Hadn’t he made it clear he was ‘too sick to be disturbed’? He sighed through his nose and opted to ignore the intrusive noise, pretending he had never heard it.
Knock knock knock. This time on his forehead.
He jerked upright with an annoyed growl, covering his head protectively with his arms and shooting a nasty glare up at whoever was not only
DenNor - Behind the blue blindsThis is a songfic, but I don't expect you to know the song, since it's Danish. Norway is the narrator, Denmark is the mysterious guy.DenNor - Behind the blue blinds3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He stood there again, looking at me with those deep blue interested eyes, that'd never leave me, when I drove by on my bike, almost every day. He was just around the corner, waiting for me, watching me. I see him from behind the blue blinds, with my big blue eyes. Watching him.
Why is he standing there? Why is he looking up here, I wonder? Why is it I'm standing here looking down? What is so special about this mysterious person?
I cycle by him often. Pretending I'm not seeing him. Smiling to friends and acquaintances. Continuing my life, without him. But never forgetting him, because he's always there. Never misses a day. Where is his life? Am I it?
Also back in April, when I was picked up, he'd stand there. Like he didn't care that I even saw him. He just stood there. Stood there and observed me. I wonder what he was even doing there? Maybe he was a
The Ends of Worlds - 2:2"Doc, if we ever get out of here alive and I wouldn't get in trouble for doing so, there's this guy I wish I could introduce you to."The Ends of Worlds - 2:22 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Hmm? Who might that be?"
"His name is Zexion," Demyx said, pondering the chessboard currently being displayed on his bed tray/tablet, wondering what move he could possibly make that wouldn't lose him the game in five moves or less, and blessing whoever was genius enough to include games on it for patients to play when they got bored. "He is the best chess player I know, but I have to wonder how badly he'd be thrown off by the changed rules. I'd hate to see how he'd react to some of the multidimensional chessboards."
"Really?" the Doctor said casually, as Demyx finally made a move and he countered it without even seeming to think about it. "I have to ask, who's the second-best?"
"It used to be me, until about eight moves into this game. Now I'm in third..."
"Well, for not playing by the same rules you're used to, you're not doing any too badly," the Doct
8x12 - The Princess and the Thief For every king, there will be beggars. For every Queen, there will be whores. For every prince there will be cowards. For every princess, there will be thieves.8x12 - The Princess and the Thief3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Larxene was five years old when her theft began. It started small and mysterious. Her favourite bracelet handcrafted for her by her mother's jeweller vanished from the spot she had left it upon taking it off the night before. It wasn't a big deal; a replacement was instantly commissioned and she received a small chiding for being careless. Within days it was forgotten.
Exactly seven days later, she awoke to find her stuffed giraffe missing. It was an old thing and she had it put away on a bedside table simply for decorative purposes. But still, it was a constant presence in her room, so she fully noticed its absence. Again, it was dismissed as unimportant and again... forgotten by everyone. Except her.
Friend of Ours It was a gloomy Sunday afternoon when they began the journey. It had been raining, the clouds a tumbling, angry tidal wave of grey. Even the crows weren't lingering long, passing by without pause in the last fleeting rays of sunlight streaming through the holes. Life was monochrome: the neutral clouds, the black clothes and cars, the white of the flowers. A slur of hopelessness. The passing of something truly bright and sacred. Time seemed sluggish and sickly. Distorted and unreal.Friend of Ours3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A week prior, a young man had existed: smiling, cheery, foolish. He had been a lover, a friend, a brother, a father and rival. One screech of tyre, one faulty brake, one distracted driver and one moment was all it took. And now he was gone.
He hadn't been alone. He had been walking back from the school, picking up his pride, his joy, his dearest of friends, his most cherished of brothers. The light had been red. He had
This Candy will be the Death of You------This Candy will be the Death of You3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Setting: After the series is completed so after everything is over and done with. So there might be a slight hit of spoilers but it's very subtle. I'd just thought I'd warn you. Enjoy.
Things were running smoothly after Amaimon possessed another body, his hamster form was starting to get on his nerves, but in actuality Mephisto just missed the curves of Amaimon's body. Though he would never let on to that, that was the reason he had found Amaimon a new host. Busting through his office door was the green horned demon taking his spot at the window, "Speak of the devil," Mephisto said to himself and glanced over at the hunched over demon. "Aniue, I'm out of candy." Mephisto let out a short sigh which then transformed into a grin, "why am I not surprised" he thought to himself. "Here." He handed him a bag of popular fruit shaped hard candies. They were very popular in American and Mephisto himself was quite fond of them. Upon landing in the younger demon's hands, he wasted no
Demyx - BreathlessDyme Nathaniel Von TykoDemyx - Breathless3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Beloved son and perfect brother.
Forever mourned. Never forgotten.
Someone had visited recently, the blond noted strangely. There were a couple of bouquets. He was still kind of shocked at finally finding the gravesite. It made him dizzy just comprehending, let alone working up the ability to get his body to take a few steps closer to read who had left them, and what they said on the little cards. He hadn't even remembered his second name for years until now. The name his grandparents on his mother's side insisted on calling him instead of 'Dyme'. They didn't like that name. They didn't like him much at all, come to think of it. 'Nathaniel' was slightly more acceptable. They deemed it to be much better suited to what they had hoped would be a young doctor, or lawyer, or priest, or politician.
So many expectations. Tugged in two directions, and ultimately failing both. And this gravesite, and this empty
To Redemption909WARNING: a VERY fluffy Larxel. So fluffy, it might shed hair on you.To Redemption9095 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He grinned as he poked his head through the door, not even waiting for an invitation. He knew he'd be welcome no matter what. It was a privilege no other person had ever won from her, and he loved that knowledge to a great extent.
She was in bed, groaning sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, mumbling, "Mnnnmg? Ax...?"
"The one and only."
"The hell...? It's... it'ssss..." she trailed off then looked at her bedside clock. "It's only five thirty..."
"I know! Can't believe I almost missed my opportunity!"
She was too sleepy to question him about this 'opportunity' and instead lay back down again, pulling the bed covers up and over her head, settling down snugly to doze off again. He rolled his ey
Hetalia- Hunting “Are you sure you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Denmark pressed Norway.Hetalia- Hunting3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Norway pulled on his winter coat, ignoring the puppy eyes the older country was giving him. Iceland was nearby getting his snow boots on.
“I told you,” Norway said,” Iceland and I are just going out for a little hunting. We don’t need your help.”
“But it’s the dead of winter! You’ll freeze out there!” Denmark insisted,” Or what if you get attacked by some wild beast?!”
”We’ll be fine,” Norway repeated.
Norway punched Denmark in the jaw. He then grabbed his sword, bow, and arrows.
“Come along Iceland,” he said.
The little country bounded over to him.
“We’ll be back before dinner,” he said to Denmark who was still nursing his jaw.
Norway turned and walked out the door, Iceland following closely behind him. A guard came to
Something I Can Never HaveItachi laid the sleeping Sasuke down on his bed before pulling the sheets up to Sasuke's chin. He would let Sasuke sleep until Naruto returned from his week-long absence. Sasuke had barely gotten any sleep since the blond Hokage left for work.Something I Can Never Have8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Glancing down at his brother's sleeping form, Itachi mentally cursed Naruto for stealing Sasuke from him. Despite the obvious, still-living crush Sasuke has for him, he still chooses Naruto. He's been replaced.
It didn't matter what Itachi did in order to win Sasuke's heart over. The most he ever got from his little brother were simple pleading, desperate-for-sex-sessions from him when they were younger. Even then, Sasuke wasn't even screaming his name. He had always, always screamed his name. That cursed blond.
Itachi even tried marking Sasuke has his property, and that didn't last very long. They had been removed within a month. But, the younger Uchiha kept the mark that Naruto gave him. (A Kyuubi-influenced mark, no less.) What was so damn spe
Beautiful EndingHe had been extremely kind. Utterly loyal, to his very last breath. His hand had always been gentle, his voice always soft. Lenient and loving. That was who Uchiha Itachi was.Beautiful Ending3 years ago in Drama More Like This
And the last Sasuke had seen him, he was very nearly blind. His body was covered in bruises and blood. He was smiling... and at the same time, he was tragically and painfully dying.
Was this really his ending?
In the midst of their estate, which was at long last burning to the ground, there was a picture hanging on the wall. A picture he'd long-since forgotten, to be honest. It was simply Itachi wrapping an arm around his shoulders and reaching out to snap a picture with the camera.
So she'd actually kept it. Despite betrayal, his mother had kept this photograph. Despite it all, Itachi was loved.
The flames were creeping through the door, but it didn't bother him; nor did the ones eating through the ceiling.
Surely... that hadn't been the en
All I Ask of YouAfter what seemed like a long time, Basil and I had finally returned to Baker Street after he had once again rescued me from the clutches of the nefarious Professor Ratigan, the Napoleon of Crime. Although we were both highly amused at first at the rat's shocked expression when the detective suddenly showed up on that stage and kissed me, a kiss which was originally going to be Ratigan's, the fear of what would undoubtedly happen next started to sink in on the way back here. Even as we continued to make our escape, the feeling got worse and worse until I was certain that he would be sending his thugs after us again. God only knew what he would have them do to us once they had found us. But I was more in fear of what would happen to Basil than I was for myself. At one point, I had to ask Basil to get Toby to slow down a little as he took us through the streets of London as all these fears were starting to make me feel queazy in my stomach.All I Ask of You2 years ago in Romance More Like This
When we got back, we were surprised to see that
APH- Love in the Night Sky"Ah! This looks like a great spot! Lets set up right here!"APH- Love in the Night Sky3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The short Finnish blond gave off a warm smile towards his taller Swedish blond friend. The Swede merely just looked away from him. But it wasn't because he didn't like him. As a matter of fact, he liked his Finnish friend, Tino Väinämöinen, a lot. A whole lot. Berwald Oxenstierna had fallen in love with the younger boy ever since he laid eyes on him when he entered homeroom for the first time during the last school year. Since they became friends, Berwald had been dropping slight hints that he was in love with him but Tino was completely oblivious and took his hints as mere friendship. On the other end of the spectrum however, Tino was doing the same thing towards him but Berwald was also oblivious to his advances. He did sometimes catch Tino's hints but always put them pass him, believing it was too good to be true or he was just imagining it; his desires getting the best of him. It didn't take much for Berwald
Deserving to die-Uchiha ItachiThe Uchiha Clan…Deserving to die-Uchiha Itachi8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They fought for power only.
They used him, for power. They fed him what they could. Abandoned him to learn on his own, grow on his own. And to become powerful…on his own. Then took credit for what he accomplished.
So in turn…he used them.
Used them to gain the Mangekyou Sharingan.
Used them to gain the power they desired so much.
Used them to test his power limit.
They deserved to die. They used him, and stole from him.
Made him who he was.
But then again…that's giving them too much credit.
They deserved to die.
They were a pathetic clan; relying on others to give the clan power. Never trying to gain it on their own.
They deserved to die.
But then again…
So did he.
Andy and the Ghost Boy Ch 1Chapter 1Andy and the Ghost Boy Ch 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The death of a friend is equivalent to the loss of a limb."
- German Proverb
Andy, whom was up in his bedroom, was playing with his Danny Phantom action figure, given to him by his Uncle Tucker..He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth in focus. He held Skulker
in hand and his father's ghost form in the other. "I'll get you ghost boy!" Andy grumbled in a deep voice, waving Skulker. "If it's the last thing I ever do!!!"
Andy looked a this father's figure now. "Why can't you take a hint." Andy said in a slightly nasally voice, attempting to sound like his father. "You can't win!" He fought the two toys together, banging them genitally, making sound effects.
A shadow went across the room, it whisked so quickly that Andy didn't notice.
"Andy!!!" The boy straightened at the sound of his mother's calls. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Nachos!" Andy shouted in reply. He turned back to his game.. "Oh no!!!" Andy gasped in a deep voice, dropping Skulker to the ground.