Mushroom High Chapter 1Princesses Peach and Daisy were walking down the street to the home of their good friends, Mario and Luigi. The two teens knew that it was up to them to wake up the lazy boys and make sure they were on time for class. The girls approached the front door and knocked gently.Mushroom High Chapter 17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mario? Are you awake? Peach asked sweetly. There was no reply so Daisy gave it a try.
Luigi? Its me, can we come in? she asked. There was a mumbled response that sounded something like meatball which the girls took as a yes you can come in girls.
Peach turned the handle of the door and entered the small home to find both boys asleep. Mario lay on the couch with his dinner plate still on his stomach and Luigi was in the recliner with a blind fold over his eyes. Luigi was at least motivated enough the previous night to change into his pajamas, while Mario was still in his t-shirt and jeans.
Now what? Peach asked her friend.
Daisy thought for a moment and
Iggy Dodgers's Origins Fan-fiction part 1Iggy Dodgers's Origins Fan-fiction part 12 weeks ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 1: Awake
« Oww… What’s happening to me? » I opening my eyes painfully. What was around me were bright and I just couldn’t see where the place I was. Everything was blurry. I tried to found my glasses, because I don’t remember how, but I need them. I moved my hand to try to find out. It was near to me of course but the fact everything was too blinding around that I’ve got more difficulties to take them. I think I’ve fallen an object on the ground once I seize my glasses. When I put them on my nose, I saw that where I was seemed to be a laboratory or a hospital room. There were many engines that I didn’t know about , and I was lied on an operating table. I was covered by a white blanket, and I was wearing a grey cloth that wrapped my whole body. I do remember that my lime green hair were stated on my head, but right now there loosen on my shoulders. And I don’t know, I feel like that something w
Mario's First Lost LifeMario: Okay, some mushroom-kid asked me to rescue the princess of his kingdom. Well, I guess I better get started.Mario's First Lost Life6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*Mario takes a few steps forward and sees a goomba*
Mario: What the heck is that thing!?
*goomba touches Mario. Maro dies*
*Mario wakes up in a room lit only by one torch*
Mario: Uh oh... am I dead?
Mysterious booming voice: YES, YOU ARE DEAD! DEAD AS A DOORNAIL! DEAD AS A DODO! DEAD AS-
Squeaky voice:</i> Something that doesn't start with 'D'! Wha- wait a minute! What's going on here?
*A two-foot tall skeleton wearing a black robe and holding a microphone walks out of the darkness*
Skeleton: Aw, the damn thing's busted again! That's the last time I buy a 3.99 microphone at a pharmacy. Piece of-
Mario: Uh, okay who are you?
Skeleton: *ahem* I'm Gregg, the Grim Reaper.
Mario: Aren't you a little short to be a grim reaper?
Werewolf professor layton: bonding timeA loud howl echoed outside Layton's bedroom, his ear twitched and he curled up on the end of the large bed, trying to ignore it. At the same, he hoped everyone in town was inside their homes, safe from those...creatures roaming outside.Werewolf professor layton: bonding time2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He heard Flora whimper and she pulled the sheets closer to her, obviously a bit timid at the fact that those beast were roaming outside while they sleep. He uncurled himself and crawled over to her, he placed his head next to hers; her eyes were open, he was looking at her as if to say
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He let out a soft whine
She placed a hand on his head and stroked his soft fur.
"I'm not scared of you...but the other werewolves...I just hope everyone will be safe tonight...and they won't try to come in here,right?"
He nuzzled her to let her know they were safe.
"The professor will keep us safe Flora, he promised he would." Luke said, he was awake as well.
" Are you a little scared of the other werewolves too Luke?" Flora asked as she sat u
Endings ~ Lyrics' Translationしあわせのはこ ~ Shiawase no HakoEndings ~ Lyrics' Translation2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Stand By You (Clive X Reader)Important Note: Spoilers for Unwound Future!!!Stand By You (Clive X Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I believe today is the day, ____. We're finally going to get our revenge on London," Clive said to you. While you would have liked to respond to this, you couldn't think of anything to say to him.
"Stay here while I go travel with the Professor," He said as he put on that blue hat of his. As he walked out of the giant contraption that was in the Thames, you wanted to grab a hold of his hand and stop him from leaving, but he was to intent on getting revenge.
Why did Clive say you were both going to get revenge? Simply because you were childhood friends and had experienced the same catastrophe. The one in which both you and Clive lost your parents. But, there was a difference between you and him. While he still had his eyes set on revenge, you did not.
Though you had tried to get Clive to change his point of view, there was nothing that seemed to persuade him or even change his mind about the whole thing. You knew what he was going t
spoilers Professor Layton: The graveThe Gravespoilers Professor Layton: The grave8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Flora walked with the Professor by his side. She was carefully treading among the slippery wet grass, wet from the rain that poured earlier this morning. A few rays of sunlight shined through the cloudy sky.
Flora scanned around the graveyard; it almost looked like her and the Professor were the only ones visiting the place at the moment. It was a bit unsettling.
Luke was not with them at the moment, as he was off on a holiday to visit them for a week; even if he was gone for just a few days, Flora missed his company greatly, but she would love to hear about what he did with them over the week. She had met his parents before and they were very polite and kind to her, making rather nice comments about her; much to Luke’s embarrassment. She hoped they were having a grand time together.
The Professor had plans of his own while Luke was gone. He had informed Flora that they were going to be having lunch with his parents together. It had been awhile since she last met
Judgement guide: Pokemon typeJudgement guide: Pokemon typesJudgement guide: Pokemon type2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In Judgement: A HG Nuzlocke; every species of pokemon has their own type that defines their personality in some way. Pokemon with a secondary type are more inclined to have traits of both types (but the primary type is more influential) but pure types tend to be more inflexible to other types yet more powerful in their own element.
Lifespans: 40 years
Habitats: Forests, marshes, swamps.
Strong against: Psychic, Dark, Grass.
Weak against: Fire, Flying, Rock.
Bug typed pokemon are commonly known as the weakest type, due to their small size and frail attacks people tend to underestimate these pokemon. Bug types stick together in swarms and they usually attack their prey in large numbers. They are also stuck at the bottom of the food chain since very few of them are predators. Bug types are a passive species but are highly protective to anyone or anything they hold dear. They are also masters in the art of team work and are skil
Worst Day EverWorst Day Ever3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
NOTICE: I WON'T BE PUTTING A MATURE WARNING ON THIS, BUT JUST KNOW THAT THERE ARE SEVERAL F-BOMBS. THEY'RE SOMEWHAT TAME, BUT THEY'RE THERE. JUST SAYIN.
Voldemort was definitely not feeling evil lately. In fact, he was feeling quite down and miserable. And he knew why. Oh, how he knew why. He would never tell anybody about it, of course, but he knew exactly why he had been feeling so empty. He had basically sent the one person in his life that he actually cared about to Azkaban for absolutely no reason. And he missed him so much.
Sighing, Voldemort looked on as his Death Eaters proceeded to whisper to one another in front of him. They were probably planning some evil thing they would then tell him about, but he was in no way in a position to care. At all. He simply could not get Quirrell out of his head, and the remorse was killing him.
Suddenly, one of the Death Eaters cleared their throat, and
Groskettes vs. LaytonitesDetective Bloom didn't want to be here.Groskettes vs. Laytonites7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He would much prefer being back in prison or having his head on Targent's chopping black. According to his sources, Targent had improved since the 'honourable' Swift took over, but Bloom's choice to join the British intelligence services was unforgivable. Bloom had been branded a traitor. Well, a bigger traitor than he'd been before. Now he had to be constantly on guard, as did his colleague...
They made the most the most unlikely duo: he an ex-Targent mole, she a refined fashionista with uncontrollable passions. She was raucous, disordered, airheaded, obsessive, petty... (The list went on.) Yet, she also possessed a burning determination to follow tasks through to the bitter end. For this Bloom had to admire her, reconsidering his initial plans to abandon her and their newly formed detective agency.
But then Hannah had made him attend this... this debate, as she'd called it. The term 'debate' suggested a formal discussion between two opposing si
Hazard Awareness"Unhand me right now, you brute!"Hazard Awareness3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Is that really the best you can come up with? I've heard you make better insults than that plenty of times before," Don Paolo dismissed, as he tried very hard to tie a knot in the rope he was using to keep his hostage in place. It was quite difficult to manage, when said hostage was wriggling about with the intention of not letting him tie her up.
"A lady does not partake in handing out insults when they can be avoided," Flora retorted, before adding, "And if you'd stop kidnapping me so often then you wouldn't have to listen to them at all."
"The only other option I had in that area is Luke, before he left, and believe me when I say that he's more annoying when you try to hold him captive than you are. Also, you're easier to grab," replied Don Paolo.
"How dare you!" Flora raged, "Well, we both know that you're wasting your time anyway. The Professor will be here soon enough and he'll beat you, just like he does every time, and then rescue me."
Teddy BearThe night was fairly quiet here in the rather curious village that Professor Layton and his apprentice, Luke Triton, a brown haired 13 year old boy, had travelled to all the way from London. There was hardly a cloud to obscure the wonderful sight of the billions, if not trillions of tiny specks of light floating in the night sky above. On top of the wonderful sight above the brown haired, capped boy and his mentor, the weather outside was simply perfect, around 73 degrees Fahrenheit; a warm summer night.Teddy Bear3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pair had reached the curious little village just that afternoon and, nearly as soon as arriving, they had already been thrown into a series of things to do, from helping to lower the bridge just to get into the town to having to catch a devilish cat for the witch of a lady that Luke, personally, half suspected to be the murderer of the that Simon Reinhold fellow. It was night time now and they were still investigating around in order to see if they could gather any more
The Layton BrothersWhy was everyone so obsessed with trains in this country?The Layton Brothers4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was a gross exaggeration. It had been Phoenix who had decided to get the cheapest flight to England instead of going directly to London. So as a result of this he had to get through at least two bumpy train rides until he reached his brother's house.
That's right, his brother.
Phoenix Wright didn't talk about his family for a reason. And Phoenix Layton talked about it even less.
Because when you're in a career that seems to involve almost everyone around you referring to you by your surname, 'Mr. Layton' instantly brought the wrong image to Phoenix's mind. Layton was Hershel's name. He was the one people knew as that and if Phoenix was going to make a name for himself then he had to choose another name to be attached to.
That was where Wright had come in.
It had been a poor pun but he'd chosen it to prove that he was the one who was right.
Because he and his brother had never truly seen eye to eye on everything
How to be a True GentlemanHow To Be A True GentlemanHow to be a True Gentleman3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1.Never refuse the request of a beautiful lady
2.Help those in distress
3.Put a lady's needs first
4.Pay attention to your manners in every setting
5.Clean up after yourself and others, should the need arise
6.Leave no puzzle unsolved
7.Don't pry into other people's business
8.Never keep a lady waiting
9.Don't underestimate the power of tea
10.Never take off your hat
11.Never force a lady to say more than she wants to
12.Show gratitude to one's teachers
13.Remain kind when conversing with a lady
14.Pick up trash
15.Keep an open mind
16.Keep a promise
17.Have a spare hat ready at all times
18.Don't play on ladders
19.Express gratitude for the hospitality of others
20.Never play your ace in the hole until absolutely necessary
23.Never make a scene in public
24.Never rush a lady
25.Always have good penmanship
26.Refrain from peeking into people's houses
27.Rarely resort to punchlines
28.Keep calm and carry on, even when dist
SaucyTo many, Professor Layton was considered an organised individual, analysing finer details that others might overlook. However, his close companions knew he could be a tad absent-minded on the rare occasions when he wasn’t solving mysteries.Saucy7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
This was one of his absent-minded occasions, he had to admit.
Tonight Luke was staying at his house for dinner, but he had no food prepared to quell the boy’s enormous appetite. Regrettably, Rosa had caught a bug and hadn’t been able to procure Layton’s groceries for the week. Layton considered nipping out to the grocers’ now, but that would mean leaving Luke alone at this late hour... Though, it was either that or Luke had to go hungry.
Layton had just put on his coat and located his keys, when the phone rang. He called, “Luke, would you mind getting that?”
His only reply was a famished groan from the dining room. “Sorry, can’t move... So hungry...”
The professor couldn’t blame him,
Training Daze“Do you smell it, Professor?” Emmy inhaled deeply through her nose. “That’s the stench of blood, sweat and tears in the air. But mostly sweat.”Training Daze8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Layton also took a whiff of the gym, wrinkling his nostrils. “I can tell... You mentioned you come here quite often?”
“Usually every day after I’ve finished work with you. But sometimes I prefer going for a jog...”
My word— it’s no wonder she’s in such top form! Layton thought. Of course, being a gentleman entailed he shouldn’t comment on a lady’s physique, even as a compliment. Instead he suggested hopefully, “Wouldn’t you prefer to go for a pleasant jog now...?”
Emmy shook her head, shooting him a knowing smirk. “There’s no way you’re getting out of this one, Hershel Layton. Our agreement still stands.”
Ah yes, their so-called ‘agreement&
The SacrificeThe Sacrifice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death must be paid, He became the sacrifice.
They laughed, they mocked as the lashes struck.
He cries in pain for the things we've done.
Could you see His love with each strike?
The way the whip ripped His flesh just for us.
Nailed to the cross, both hands, both feet.
A crown of thorns, His royal mockery.
'Crucify Him.' We yelled to the soldiers.
The cross came up for Him to hang.
We watched with contentment-
For our evil hearts to be seen.
The innocent Lamb, our sacrifice.
"Father forgive them, for they-
know not what they do."
Those were His last words,
For God to forgive us of our evil.
But why, I wonder, would He do such a deed?
With His finale breath 'It is finished.'
Thunder crashed, the earth shook.
The veil was torn in half.
People ran, people screamed.
But few stood to stare.
One soldier repented,
For he saw the Son of God.
Death could not hold Him,
Three days slipped away,
The tomb was opened,
The burial cloth lay empty.
The Son of God rose f
Loss of Contact"Professor, no! You mustn't!" Flora shrieked, clutching onto the newspaper article as if her life depended on it.Loss of Contact4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Layton raised an eyebrow, his hand still out-stretched from his request to see the paper. Quite frankly he had no idea why Flora was so upset. It was unusual enough for her to be awake and to have read the paper before him, but this was just baffling.
"Please Flora, just let me have a look," he said calmly, "If the press has written anything negative about me then I'm sure that it's nothing I can't handle."
"It isn't that at all " mumbled Flora, her grip loosening on the paper. It flopped out of her hands and landed on the floor, first page facing upwards.
The headline was as clear as day:
'TITANIC SINKS, 1500 DIE'
Layton's heart might well have stopped right then, but somehow it didn't. His throat felt suddenly dry. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Flora shuddering. She knew what this meant. He knew what this meant. There was a very strong possibility that
At the CrossI see the cross on which you died;At the Cross2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand and wonder at the sight.
What sorrow and what pain is here -
but oh! what grace and comfort, too!
I stand in awe and rev'rent fear,
I stand in awe and worship you.
I see your feet,
those beautiful feet
that preached good news,
brought tidings of peace,
those feet that left the Throne above,
now nailed to the wood,
all for me.
And I thank you, Lord Jesus,
for your piercèd feet.
I see your knees,
those humble knees
that knelt on the ground
like a slave, washing feet,
those knees that prayed in Gethsemane,
now bruised and bloodied,
all for me.
And I thank you, Lord Jesus,
for your blood-stained knees.
I see your side,
that loving side
to which you hugged children
and drew the outcast,
that side to which you call the world,
now pouring water, blood and love,
all for me.
And I thank you, Lord Jesus,
for your bleeding side.
I see your hands,
those gentle hands
with which you blessed
and healed the sick,
those hands that touched lepers
I Love You Too"Jesus, stop! You don't know what You're doing!"I Love You Too4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jesus turned to face me, His beautiful face covered in blood and sweat and tears and dirt, His eyes merciful under the heavy and brutal cross on His right shoulder.
"Stop..." I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "You don't...know what You're...doing..."
He continued to look at me and I at Him. His eyes said, "Trust Me; I know what I'm doing. I've known since the beginning of the world."
I shook my head so hard, I gave myself a headache. "No, You don't! Come on, let's just go back..."
I tried to get Him to turn towards the town instead of the hill known as The Place of the Skull, but He simply... wouldn't. Even though He was completely weak in condition, He stood firm and slowly shook His head.
"No." He said so firmly that my body shook.
I followed Him up the hill, trying to convince Him that what He was doing was unthinkable; He simply continued walking until He reached the top of the hill. Then, two strong angels came from the sky. One
I will be Jesus for youYes this hurtsI will be Jesus for you4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hurts deeper than any pain I've known
It kills me slowly
Yet I find comfort there deep within this pain
Because it was Preordained
Predestined misery that has been promised to liberate you
To set you free
Because One greater than I suffered so much more for me
I will suffer for you
Because He bled for me
I will bleed for you
And because He died for me
Yes, I would even die for you
Because I have been taught that love and sacrifice are inseparable
I will offer myself up for you
And because when I was at my worst, He was at His best
So while you try to do your worst, I will be my best
Suffer the bruising of my spirit and breaking of my heart as you mock me
Suffer as you spit in my face and as your sharp words become a crown of thorns upon my head
Spread my arms across this cross I bear
Whispering prayers to the Father to forgive you because you no not what you do
And die for you
But as I die to self, I am born again
A new being preparing for resur
[APH] Germany - Forever Isn't Always Forever "Germany~! Hurry up! We'll be late for the meeting~!" Italy was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, waiting to be let into the car. He couldn't contain his excitement and urgency, much to Germany's suspicion.[APH] Germany - Forever Isn't Always Forever11 months ago in Drama More Like This
"Why are you so excited for this meeting? You're never excited for any real meetings, let alone minor ones like this. What's goi-?"
"Nothing! We-!" Italy cuts in, only to be calmly silenced by Japan. He then looks over to Germany.
"I think we'll all find that this 'minor' meeting is actually one of great importance."
Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Germany turns on the car and starts backing down the driveway.
Today's going to be a long day.
“Is everything ready?” England asks; his voice l
Russia x Reader - Childish Cruelty: NicknamesThis is a short spin-off that doesn't have anything to do with the last chapter, Chapter Five - Sky blue. It took place sometimes before the rainy day in Chapter Three - Messages. You may skip this without missing anything. Well, anything but Ivan's cute nicknames. And a little fluff at the end.Russia x Reader - Childish Cruelty: Nicknames2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I brought you some cookies. You said you liked them the other day," you said sheepishly.
"Oh, спасибо (thankie)!"
You giggled at the cute bit of Russian he used, and sat down beside the boy. People were so used to the sight of you two sitting together to have lunch at a table where nobody dared to join that they no longer throw looks of fear mixed with a bit of loath or whisper then quicken their pace. Though someone might glance quickly from time to time, you just didn't care.
You were about to call Ivan when a new question pops up and made you itch to ask:
"Hey Ivan, do you have a nickname? Like, a shorter, cuter, less forma
Too shyOh god, look; He's online.Too shy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your heart lets off a harsh thud before going into a more... pleasant -if I may use that word- hyperdrive.
What should you do? Do you message him? Wait for him to talk to you first? What if he doesn't? You don't wanna seem desperate, but in all honesty, you are...
Just as you're about to cave, he beats you to punch. Your heart leaps with joy. He initiated the conversation! That must mean he likes you... Or at the very least, likes talking to you. You regain your composure as you type what you think is a witty response.
A conversation sparks, and the two of you talk for hours; though to you it feels like just minutes. He actually tells you he has to go rather than just logging off and you two are able to say a proper goodbye.
While you’re happy for that, another fact weighs heavy on your mind…
You still hadn’t told him how you felt.
It would’ve been a perfect opportunity; you were getting along just fine, and the mood seemed right. All