Crowfeather's Son Part 1Crowfeather's SonCrowfeather's Son Part 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Before he was Breezepaw
The gray tomcat peered into the Windclan nursery, dim and warm under the shelter of the gorse bushes, where a badger set had once been. He was silhouetted against the dawn sky, and looked like a faint shadow on the horizon.
The black she-cat looked up at him, her eyes bright with pride.
Beside her, suckling softly, lay three tiny kittens; newborn scraps of dark grey fur. One of the kittens was larger than the others; he was letting out tiny purrs as he fed.
He looks just like you, Nightcloud murmured. Well call him
Crowfeather looked down proudly at his new family, and he emitted a purr of pleasure. Three healthy kittens. One lovely mother. And he, the father. He would have to work harder, live up to his familys expectations.
Silently, he left the den to sit on a flat rock overlooking the lake. As he gazed, the water shimmered, re
Genderbending Decepticon-StyleGenderbending: Decepticon-StyleGenderbending Decepticon-Style6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The battle raged on between the Autobots and Decepticons. Neither was giving ground, but that didnt mean anything. It was as normal as it got for them.
Soundwave was overseeing the shipping a large pile of energon cubes back to the Decepticon-flagship-turned-submarine-base, the Nemesis; Starscream, Skywarp, and Thundercracker were all busy trying to fend off the infamous duo of Jet Judoists, who had somehow managed to convince Ironhide that it was a good idea; everyone else was busy with their own little Decepticon/Autobot problem; and Megatron and Optimus were locked in a hand-to-hand fight a little ways away.
All in all, a normal fight, right?
Prowls surveyed the battlefield, taking shelter behind a rock with Jazz. Both had been pushed back by the Coneheads and Soundwaves cassettes. The Coneheads had flown off to help Soundwave with the energon cubes and the cassettes were keeping them pinned down. Bot
This Day Aria - Total Drama All-Stars versionMal: This day is going to be perfect. The kind of day of which I dreamed since season 4. Everybody will loose their mind and those that don't will sever my side. What they don't know is that I have done it all.This Day Aria - Total Drama All-Stars version2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Mike: This day was going to be perfect. The kind of day of which I dreamed since season 4. But instead of having Zoey who I love right by side. That kiss I want, may not come to me at all.
Mal: I could care less about the money. I won't even take the fame. Promises, well I'll be lying when I say. That through any kind of challenge, we will always work together. The truth is I don't care for her at all. No, I do not love that girl. In my heart there is no room. But I still want to see her in pain!
Mike: I must escape before it's too late, find a way to save the day. Hope, I'll be lying if I say. I don't fear that I may lose her, to one that wants to hurt her, not care for, love and cherish her each day. For I oh so love that girl, all my thoughts she does consume. Oh, my sweet Zo
CSI: Nemesis - 2 of 10Moving slowly so as to avoid appearing as stiff as Hooks attentions had left him, Soundwave made his way to the Seekers quarters. There was something of a low-scale rebellion within him: none of his charges wanted anything to do with any of the Seekers, particularly the one he was looking for. And at least two of them were being exquisitely loud about it.CSI: Nemesis - 2 of 108 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its probably his fault were in this mess t begin with, came from Rumble over their private line.
Probably? Frenzy shot back. Try for sure.
This is not a productive conversation. Soundwave sighed mentally. Usually he did what he thought was a good job of avoiding having to deal with Starscream for any protracted period of time, without seeming to do so. How he was going to do so now was beyond him. Cease.
He stopped before a door few came to willingly and rapped politely. Despite the fact that it was automated, the door hissed open with a speed that seemed almost akin to the usu
Man In The Dark 25Man In The Dark 251 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Descending from the heavens in a smooth, controlled glide, the tyrant CEO of the West swept in over the wall of the Academy, his boots scuffing on the grass as he transitioned from flight to a casual walk as easily as breathing, his wings once more refolding into the long business coat he always kept draped over his shoulders.
“So what now?” Derflinger rattled in his sheath. “Off to find the missy and give her the bad news?”
If he'd had a mouth, the western ruler might have cracked a smile, or even chuckled at that. No, no that wouldn't be necessary...if his summoner hadn't already figured out that much on her own already, then she simply hadn't been paying attention.
She was sharp enough, and accustomed to his eccentricities enough by now to have resigned herself to his decision to hold on to the rusted blade. How much of that had to do with her glimpse of the
Rules of the internetRules of the internet3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Found the rules of the internet. there's a lot of them.
-∞. This rule can/will not exist.
. ˙pɹɐʇǝɹ ɐ ǝɹɐ noʎ 'uʍop ǝpısdn sı ʇxǝʇ ɹnoʎ ɟI
. Uncyclopedia is never wrong, NO EXCEPTIONS, fuck it.
. None of these rules really matter, except for the ones that do.
.2. The ones that matter are 1, 2, 34, 63, 93, 406, and 899. But not 899.
.3. Actually, 899 is a good rule.
.4. No it isn't.
.5. Oh fuck
. forkheads and 4chan may be the last remaining places of freedom on the net. insert exceptions here
. AFH is still g0d of the internet
i². Welcome Back.
2i. The end is coming. We shall rule all.
i. You can't the square root of a negative integer.
-3. If you are srs, everyone is srs. No exceptions.
-2 1/2. Never cuss any Ca
The Slenderman ComethThe Slenderman cometh, and no man shall be spared.The Slenderman Cometh5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not lad, not lass, for no man doth he care.
The woods, the woods, stay away lest thou dare
To meet thine end at the hands of ol' Slendy there.
Young child, sweet child, I admire your flare,
But the second you arrive you're in for a scare.
Is he here, is he there, is he even anywhere?
By the time you realize, you've already paid the fare...
Will he rip you or break you, with what sound will you tear?
We all require sustenance, now stand in as his share.
What you want matters not, no bargaining shall spare,
Wandering through these old woods, only death remains fair.
So take on this cross, for how long can you bear
Knowing he lurks out there in the darkness somewhere?
With no eyes he is watching as you approach his lair...
Now just relax and scream, its time to pay the fare.
The Unseen LifeThe Unseen Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Unseen Life
I thought pain was created to fade
But it seems like my life was crafted to break
So I apologize to the mirror and say "I'm sorry, it's too late."
I can't even look at my own face, as I can never accept my mistakes
I realize that I am brokenly made
My mind bleeds away the memories I've wasted
Remorse begins to slowly fill in the gaps that are left
This stained razor blade leaves every dark moment perfectly divided
I try not to indulge in act of prayer, because I refuse to ever confess
Even in death I will never rest
All visible colors descend into the ground
And time drifts off to sleep
Every sharp outline ascends into the clouds
As this reality begins to dream
This world has truly abandoned me
I keep on doing what I've done
So I can't deny that I've forsaken hope
I couldn't stop the emptiness once it had begun
But I had no other choice, because I was left alone
All I have ever had was myself to disown
Dawning self-hatred with no e
Man in the Dark 26Man in the Dark 261 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Von Talon strode across the grassy fields of the Academy, hands clasped behind his back. Visor dimmed in concentration, the tyrant CEO lost himself in the thoughts of his newest findings.
He had stayed in the kitchens for quite some time in his discussion with the chef, and had learned quite a lot...more so than any noble would expect from a mere servant. But then, Von Talon had long since learned that the best information, the best inside knowledge...inevitably always came from those considered to be 'lesser' in some way.
Servants, maids, cooks, cleaners, stablehands...all overlooked by those who considered themselves superior, never realizing that even the most well-trained spy wouldn't know as much information as the simple, household staff.
Oh sure, they might not know a lot about the higher, more global concerns...but for smaller, more localized matters, there was no better source. Already he'd internalized several useful shortcuts through the city with a few warnings for places t
Nous Sommes Charlie - About humans and monstersIts not east vs. west.Nous Sommes Charlie - About humans and monsters7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its not Christians vs. Muslims.
The IS claims to fight for Allah: but they quit being muslim. Every human not working for IS is persued a "demon" and a legal target.
They quit being religious.
They quit being human.
Hunter S. Thomson wrote:
"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain being a man."
These terrorists did. Long ago.
No muslim, no christian, no bahai, no jew, no buddist, no hindu, NO HUMAN would do this. Theres a border. If we cross it we become something different. We become a beast and we will never turn human again.
Its not east vs. west.
Its not Christians vs. Muslims.
It is Human vs. Monsters.
We are human - if we believe in a god or not, if we are male or female or beyond, if we live in Island or Malaysia, if we eat vegetarian or not - we are human, we want this to be a better world.
We want equality - so everyone can life their dreams.
We want respect - and a chance to earn it.
We want peace - so the days of fear might be
Bleach OC: Xenethis ChimeraBleach OC: Xenethis Chimera4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Xenethis Chimera
Alias: The Red Servant, Crimson Spider, No Face Xenethis, The Guillotine of Hueco Mundo
True Age: 118
Visual Age: 20
Squad: Tia Harribel's Fraccion
Rank: Arrancar 11
Other Groups: None
Ambition: To protect and serve Tia Harribel
Hobbies: Training, music, cooking, occasional drinking
Dislikes: All those who disrespect his allies
Xenethis is very reserved in personality, though not the extent of Ulquiorra. He tends to keep quiet as a result of fear of his own rage, and the destructive consequences that followed. Examples of this come from his time as a Demented Gillian, which to him seemed like a short blur of hunger and anger, despite it lasting decades. More recently, it comes from the vivid flashbacks of his own death, which cause him to break out into a bloodrage and try to kill anything in his line of vision. As a result, he tends to keep to himself, though he is far from emotionless. For an Arrancar, he i
Grave Robber's DowagerThe people of this town were just waiting to die. That was Maggie’s favourite thing about it, there was always business. Her husband used to go out at night and dig up someone who wouldn’t be missed. He’d have the body on the table in the basement before midnight. Maggie would strip the corpse of its clothing and its valuables. The clothes would be washed and resold, the valuables pawned off or kept depending on her mood.Grave Robber's Dowager1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her husband would clean the body up and just as the very first rays of light were creeping over the horizon, a man with a cart would come by and take them away. It was a good living. Maggie and her husband were comfortable and proud of having such an efficient business.
Normally, the work never got to Maggie, but every so often she would buy a candle or a leather purse and wonder if it was someone she knew. That was silly of course, but every time it happened she couldn’t shake the feeling of ghosts hanging around her for days. Her husband unde
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
Starving ArtistShe held an aquamarine crayonStarving Artist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in between her chubby little fingers
Her small hand swallowed it
A glow enveloped her cyan eyes,
like firecrackers on the Fourth of July
She scribbled wildly,
with no direction
She held a marigold pencil
in between her slim fingers-
no longer chubby, but she thought they were
Her collarbones smiled through her skin,
even though she did not
But she still doodled,
eating her mistakes
She held a ballpoint pen
in between her brittle bones-
they were supposed to be fingers
Her ribcage protruded like shelves at the market,
however held no food: only pain
But she still drew,
and devoured the ink
She was a starving artist,
and art was all she ate.
the shit i learned in high school1. help clean up the morning after the party.the shit i learned in high school1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(even if it wasn't you
who smashed tater tots into the carpet
or left crushed beer cans in the flowerbox.
it might as well have been, and
if you're lucky
next time, it will be.)
2. when your phone rings after midnight,
it's never the person you want it to be.
answer it anyway.
and when it's a boy who wants to read poetry and watch meteor showers,
understand that that's probably not all he wants,
and then hang up.
or don't hang up.
trade poems and stars and kisses,
and let it mean nothing or everything.
3. skipping class is never a good idea
unless you're with a friend you love
and you sneak along the railroad tracks to sit and smoke and watch trains pass
or unless you're alone,
and you need to walk and think and drink steaming coffee in the rain
okay, fuck it, skipping class at least once is probably a good idea.
4. don't apologize for asking questions.
5. don't be afraid to disagree.
6. don't get caught.
7. everyone is lonely
not the usualtoday i looked in the mirror and i saw thatnot the usual4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am growing up. it was the saddest thing
i have ever had to see
i remember the day i started growing up. i was
six or seven, and my daddy let me loose on the
four wheeler in the backyard. what an american childhood
anyway i was wearing a pink shirt and jeans
and i was singing a song to myself and it was about
jumping off a bridge in chicago. it's not that i
was really aware of suicide or love or anything,
just that something could make a person want to be
in the water so bad that they jumped off a bridge
and suddenly they were happy even though they weren't breathing.
it was kind of like that
and here i am! here i am. i have had four people know me enough
to call me fire or bitch or buddy or baby. one is gone one is
casual one is part of my soul and the other is one hell of a trip,
and i'm still on it. i have bled to bleed,
fucked to fuck, and lied to feel better. i have cried over dead
cats and fish and dumb dogs. i have mastered calculus a
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.The Coffee God1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
that may.we turned off televisions and radios, hearing your name on strange tongues, and turned instead to solace; your grandmother, alone in her room, untold of your death. and Pavel, part crying to your coffin, part laughing towards the sky;that may.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ira, in purple hail, we saw you standing there. your bones just buried 'neath the ground,
denied - we saw you everywhere.
now you know betteryou were never one for shakespeare's iambic pentameter,now you know better5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so you nixed the meter and measure the gods composed
and wrote your own sonnet in time with the beat of your heart
and the shiver of your tapered spine.
instead of crisp and company issued egg shell paper,
you dragged the pen you bought yourself back in sixth grade
across the smooth canvas of tanned skin, littered with sunset bruises
and did not mind the clashing of colours.
you always wondered if it were true what the newsstands said,
that art flutters to life when misery takes shape
but you never really believed such nonsense,
until your spine shattered, your inkwell ran dry,
and tanned skin was just a distant memory you associated with the sun.
now you know better.
don't call me a loverthese thin painteddon't call me a lover5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
walls seperate us
and i trace the audible sounds
with my ear against the rough
space i require
by then the
is wiped clean
and the wall
she is no longer