Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.23Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.231 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, was someone you had never truly believed in and had hardly ever heard him mentioned. Maybe you should have paid attention when Jack had mention him, but you had disregarded him and had forgot what he had mention about such a man.
He was bad. That is what you knew; Pitch Black was what nightmares were made of, or what commanded them. Your thoughts were muddled by your nightmare, by his appearance in your reality, by your mother’s and Ruben’s reaction when you kept screaming for them to turn around and look at the threat behind them.
There was another fact that couldn’t be ignored by your analytical mind, and that was how his sole presence affected the atmosphere of the room, the attitude of those inside the room, how he was able to affect the state of your mind.
I should have paid attention,’ you thought, and the previous thoughts you had had before the nightmare were partially answered; Jack hadn’t been a fixation
May 21st - A Parody of FridayMay 21st - A Parody of Friday4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
6:00 pm is when the rapture is coming
Gotta get ready, Gotta get prepared
Gotta get a bat, gotta get guns, too
Go and kill some zombies or whatever's coming our way
On and on the time keeps on ticking
Gotta get out to the center of town
Gotta get a mob together, they're all on their way
Some are holding up signs
Some are laughing like mad
Some just can't make their minds up:
"Should we believe it or not?"
It's May 21st, May 21st
Gonna get judged on May 21st
This is totally gonna spoil my weekend, weekend
May 21st, May 21st
Gettin' judged on May 21st
This is totally going to spoil my weekend
The rapture, the rapture is (Here)
The rapture, the rapture is (Here)
This is gonna spoil my weekend
6:00 pm has just rolled around the corner
Nothing happed so I guess we're not all screwed
Not, not, not a thing happened
"You knew that would be true!"
I got thi
Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, herHer.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She ran, her heart pumping and the crying babe in her arms growing heavier. The pain in her lower abdomen was like hot fire escaping all over her body. Her legs fought her desire to keep moving and she hugged her son tighter. She couldn’t stop now, not now. Gritting her teeth, she broke into a sprint. Limbs tore at her face and arms, their wicked thorns biting into her skin. Above her, the red moon shone brightly in the night, lighting the path ahead.
“Only a little farther, my son.” She panted into his silver hair.
He clung to her, his tiny fingers curling into the folds of her dress. His cry hurt her ears, but the pain was a pleasant reminder that he was still alive.
They’d meant to kill him, this alien child that had grown in her belly—her child. Regardless of his blood, she loved him. He was hers, her son. Instinctively, she adjusted her arms, wrapping them tighter around him, and kissed his forehead.
Abruptly, the path dipped low into a ravine. Swamp
The Cat Charmer Chapter 1. May continue on WattpadThe Cat CharmerThe Cat Charmer Chapter 1. May continue on Wattpad1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mrs. Tanning’s voice is ever as resonant these days. At least ever since she’s grown plump with her third kid. The first two are nothing short of devils in onesies and baby bodies. I have no doubts that Tanning #3 will be born with horns and a pointed tail.
My ears rung as she called me out the second time from my catnap. Maybe I do fit the name my parents chose for me. As if they had done it intentionally, right? What with my dad on booze half the time and my mom who might as well be part of a world peace cult.
I yawned and peeked out from under my hood. Mrs. Tanning’s beady eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth. Before she could say anything though, one of the drama-girls spoke up. None other than the “blonde beauty”, Taylor Marks. There’s about 7 guys in ou
SleepHiccup hadn't been able to sleep for days. For some unknown reason, he would lie tossing and turning until sunrise. He was too awake at night to go to sleep, however, he was absolutely tired during the day.Sleep5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was too tired to help his dad around the village. Too tired to train the new recruits and their own dragons. And sadly, even too tired to ride Toothless.
So he lay there, in the grass, trying his best to take a nap.
He almost managed to drift off to sleep, until two familair voices began to holler:
"Careful coming down the rocks fatass! You might trip!" Tuffnut yelled.
This was followed by the sound of Ruff's boot connecting with her brother's face and a loud thud.
"Oops!" Ruff laughed.
Hiccup groaned and thought about moving before they could see him, but was too tired to move.
He opened his eyes to find Ruffnut hovering over him, arms behind her back and a sweet smile plastered on her face.
Trying his best to be polite, he weakly smiled back, "Can I help you?"
Her reply was int
Perfectly FlawedShe's hidingPerfectly Flawed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the corner again,
just like when she was little.
She thinks that if
she turns her back
on the world,
that it won't be able
to see her tears.
no one will hear
But, her corner
isn't as secluded
as she might want.
their own haven,
and there are only
so many places
Sooner or later,
you run into someone.
Someone who is running
from the same things you are,
in the same direction,
to the same place.
It's not fate,
just the world
in all the right ways.
Two lonely jigsaw pieces, sliding into place.
The pieces coming together
are one thing,
but pulling them apart
is nearly impossible.
Some things are just meant to be,
for better and worse.
The End of WinterSisters clash together, powerful and boldThe End of Winter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One made of ice and snow
The other of green grass and sunlight to behold
They fight once again for a hold on our world, while we wait unknowingly for our greens to grow
“Give up your pride”, the sunlit sister speaks, “this world no longer belongs to you – it’s mine!”
They brawl and they struggle, but the outcome is soon clear, for the snowy sister begins to slow
“You always do this to me!” she yells, “But if this is fate as cruel fate must act, then fine!”
Battered and weak, she falls to her knees, her head hung low.
Springtime frowns down upon her sister, not with hate, but with sorrow
She knows that she cannot go against the will of nature from which they were both made
The war of attrition they partake in comes every year – but to them it feels like the very next morrow
She raises her hand with a final farewell, before striking down; and ‘tis where her sister is now laid
THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETEDSometimes I hate myself,THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not the usual emo crap, but the way I think you hate me,
With loathing, [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
Sometimes I'm still [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
[THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED] Can you blame me?
You're just kind of hard to [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
Sometimes the only thing that makes sense is [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
And when I lay awake in bed at night [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED],
[THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED] and I'm sorry if you think that's weird.
Sometimes I wonder if [THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED] had gone differently,
And I had been better,
[THESE WORDS HAVE BEEN DELETED]
---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---Altairism---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Altairism is the love of an arrogant, grumpy Assassin who needs to get laid."
"Ezioism is the love of a hot, flirtatious Italian Assassin. "
"Desmondology is the study of all that is Desmond."
"Kadarism is the love of a young Journeyman Assassin who died simply to fuck up emotions."
"Leonardoism is the love of an easily excited inventor who has problems with the concept of personal space."
"Malikism is the love of a one-armed Bureau Leader with a sassy attitude. "
"Shaunism is the love of an angry British man who has problems with third-world countries."
"Clayology is the study of the only Assassin who felt that the walls of Abstergo looked better painted blood red."
"Yusufism is the love for an Assassin who enjoys trolling the others, no matter who it may be."
NaomiNaomi3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Solo quería de
scirles que los quiero muchísimo. Todos los años que estuve en Shy me divertí mucho, jugué, llore Pero siempre me gustaba estar con ustedes. Suelo ser celosa, molesta y controladora como dice Dagna, pero sé que aun así me querían♥. Sé que sufrimos mucho desde la época de los orcos, hasta hoy Pero aun así sobrevivieron algunos guerreros.
Siempre Estuve buscando una familia, pero no note que ya la tenía A ustedes.No se lo conté a muchos porque era un secreto, pero en realidad, mi historia es esta:
Nací en el medio de una guerra entre diferentes razas. Tengo (tenía) muchos hermanos, y casi los olvide a todos, ni siquiera recuerdo sus nombres. Yo era la más pequeña. Mi madre era una de las principales mujeres ricas entre la raza de los gatos y mi padre era un sirviente de unos 16 años que trabaja
vba en el reino (era much
longing"I miss you."longing6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I miss you, too."
"How long has it been?"
"Only a week. How's the internship?"
"Boring, but I'm learning a lot. I want to come home. I miss you."
"Is the weather in Phoenix nice?"
"No, it's too hot. I miss you."
"Are you having fun, at least?"
"Not really. I miss you."
"I miss you, too, but I thought we already established that."
"I know. It just...feels like half of my body is back home, sleeping in bed next to you."
"I just looked under the covers. Nothing's there, I promise."
"You know what I meant."
"You're right, I do. I'll let you in on a secret, though."
"I'll be gone one day, and you'll be alone."
"Wow, some secret..."
"No, listen. Right now, there are seven billion people on the planet. Some had their funerals today. Some got married. Some had birthday parties and so on and so on. Out of all the planets, solar systems, galaxies, and universes still unknown to mankind, we met each other. Out of everybody, I chose you and you chose me."
"What's your point
You're Not Dead Yet.You have been called "ugly."You're Not Dead Yet.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been called "weak."
You have been called a "failure."
You have been called all of these things.
But at least you're not dead yet.
You've still got your life ahead of you.
You've still got all these years to cherish.
You've still got a lot to live for.
You might be on life support...
...but you're not dead yet.
All these years you spent in isolation.
All these years you hide away somewhere dark.
All this time you think about the odds.
But even while that appears to be the case,
You're not dead yet.
You have cancer in your whole body.
You have mesothelioma and bronchitis.
You have six days left to live.
You're running out of time.
But you're not dead yet.
Look at what all you've done with your life.
Take a look in the mirror.
Tell the whole world what you see.
Believe in the fact that there's an afterlife,
Because you're not dead yet.
Assignment 15 -- A New SeasonPatchstar stepped out of her den. It was a chilly day, chillier than most. Leaf-Fall was practically here, and the wind ruffled through her fur. She shivered slightly, and twitched her whiskers curiously; she must be getting old, the cold never bothered her this much before.Assignment 15 -- A New Season1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nonetheless, she jumped up onto the Moss Rock and let out a familiar call, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey come meet here beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan meeting!"
Waiting patiently for her Clan to gather, Patchstar fluffed up her coat, climbing back down to the bottom of the Moss Rock. Five cats sat in front of her, looking pristine and well-groomed: Spiderpaw, Burningpaw, Waterpaw, Smokepaw and her brother Boulderpaw.
"I have talked to each of your mentors. You have trained well, and we all agree that each of you are ready to receive your warrior names and be welcomed as full warriors of MoonClan."
The apprentices looked at each other excitedly, Boulderpaw smiled at Runningbreeze, Spiderpaw grin
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
AOI- The Writing (TEST)AOI- The Writing (TEST)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
The stallion breathed deeply, pulling the dry, dusty air into his filters. He exhaled the foul excuse for oxygen with a snort, scanning the scenery for any trace of the missing prototype. Cogs had escaped from his holding area and made a mad dash across the fort and over to the highlands, and it was still questioned as to how he escaped, since the fort’s most trusted watch-mare, Layla, had been on duty. The first day of searching they had stumbled upon a trail, however since then, not a single hoofprint had been discovered.
“Any sign of him?” Rayzorblade called out, his maroon and silver armor covered in a layer of fine dust that the Highlands so generously coated them both with. “No,” Steampunk replied gruffly, turning around, his tail dragging in the dirt. It was already midday, and this was the third day of the search for the missing Cogs. He had vanished without a trace, as if the highlands had swallowed him up, pulling the less-than-intelligent stalli
HUMANWe all have problems, it seems to beHUMAN3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We all want something we cannot see
We all feel like we're failures on the inside
But outwardly you hide it like it's some surprise
We look at the cutters like their a mess
They don't know what they want so we all digress
But a problem is a problem whether big or small
And sometimes it's not even a problem at all
Like the child who is crying over a broken toy
Or the little baby laughing who is filled with joy
The mother who lost her very first child
To the teenager who's careless and runs around wild
The world we live in is a crazy disaster
And we are the ones who is its ringmaster
So to those who destroy is and fill it with hate
Damn them to hell along with their mistakes
To the gays and trans and all in between
To the ones hurting and crying with pleas
Love who you want and never be fake
Don't listen to haters for goodness sake
Don't be too hard on yourself, you'll make mistakes
You'll fall in love and have your heart break
You'll have bad habits
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 8The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8- Party Animal
At the party, Abbie clung to Andy the whole time. The only people she knew there were the guys, Sammi, and Juliet, and she was too shy to talk to anyone else. She sighed and fidgeted with the skirt of her blue party dress that had a black under skirt and ruffles peaking out over the top. Andy was busy talking and laughing with his friends, and she felt a little out of place.
“Abbie!” Jake exclaimed a little ways away from her. She perked up and looked over at him. He was sitting on one of the white couches at the venue, his arm around a girl. He smiled and waved her over. She glanced at Andy, who didn’t seem to notice Jake, then shrugged and half-walked half-skipped over to the two.
“Abbie, this is my girlfriend, Ella. Ella, this is Andy’s adopted daughter, Abbie,” he introduced. Abbie looked at Ella. She was stunning. Her long, thick brown hair fell to the middle of her stomach. Her slim figure and long legs made the simple b
The Black Army- Chapter 18The Black Army- Chapter 182 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 18- Heavy Metal
Abbie woke up to the shifting of her mattress and a heavy weight on her stomach. Her eyes shot open and she started to scream, but someone put his hand on her mouth. She rubbed her eyes and recognized the smell instantly.
“CC?” She questioned, trying to sit up. She couldn’t and looked at the weight that was pushing her into the mattress. CC was sitting on her stomach, one leg on either side of her small body.
“You owe me a ride!” he exclaimed like a child demanding his parent to play with him. Abbie could tell he was trying not to smile and she rolled her eyes.
“What time is it?” she grumbled.
“SIX? CC, why are you waking me up so early. I thought you were supposed to like sleep.”
“I do, but I’ve never ridden a horse before.”
“Ok, never a talking one,” he said innocently, giving her the puppy dog eye look and smiling.
You're My Lifeline (Merome)That's right!Another Merome!Hope you guys enjoy this one,cause it contains one of my many confusing fanfiction ideas for Jerome,as he is a bacca.You're My Lifeline (Merome)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Jerome jumped onto the granite table.Grabbing the champagne bottle,he uncapped it with his great strength,which was unusual for a child.
Pouring it into a glass,he sighed,drumming his fingers loudly against the surface of the granite.
Hearing the loud voice of his master,he clumsily capped the bottle again,letting some of the champagne to spill onto the ground.Holding the glass in his hand,he hopped down from the table.
Uh-oh...I'm guessing little Jerome didn't think this through at all...
Slipping,he squeaked as the glass slipped out of his hand.Both his body and the glass crashed to the ground in unison,the fragile substance shattering across the ground.
Soon,a man and his son came running in to find Jerome trying to pick up the cracked pieces with no success.
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 34The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 342 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 34- Black Horse
The door flung open a few hours later. It wasn’t right. He was early. He left the door open. Abbie heard distant alarms go off and the rushing of feet, as well as screaming and roaring. The blinding lights flashed on like lightning, shocking the tiny teenager. He grabbed a knife off the table and straddled Abbie, putting all his weight on her stomach. She looked at him, eyes wide. He held the cold blade to her neck, sweat covering face and eyes desperate.
“I’m giving you one last chance. Tell me who the last creature we need is.” He was out of breath. Abbie was about to open her mouth, when someone interrupted her.
“Abbie!” The familiar deep voice carried itself to her ears. Before Abbie could look, the knife dragged itself across her boney neck, crimson red blood pouring out of the wound. The last thing Abbie saw was Andy fall to the ground and Ashley dragging him away.
Her body glowed. She landed on all four hooves. She snor