Love IsLove Is8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love isn't the words "I love you,"
Said over and over again,
It isnt demanding and wantful,
It souldnt cause me pain,
Love may be being close,
But not just close in bed,
Its close through understanding,
What is and isn't said,
Love would never abandon me,
When I need it by my side,
Love should always know,
What I'm feeling deep inside,
Love isn't a part of my body,
It lies in my heart and soul,
Love should always be the thing,
Than makes my life feel whole...
The DollThe Doll11 years ago in Horror More Like This
A silent doll sat atop a lonely shelf, her head raised to the ceiling. Dust gathered at the hems of her dress, while cobwebs found their way from her extremities to the wood below. Her eyes are glassy and green, though their beauty has dulled through the years. She is a beautiful doll, a doll many a child would love to have, and yet she sits atop this lonely shelf, forgotten and lost.
So many years ago, though not as many as she thinks, she used to be the admiration of a young child with bright eyes and a hearty laugh. She was creative and beautiful, and the doll loved her, and loved being held in the delicate arms of her owner. Her only aim was to please the living being, and she found she did this quite well. The child wished to take her everywhere, though, naturally, the mother would not let her. When the child was informed that her doll had to stay behind, she threw great fits. On the occassion the doll was lost beneath the toys in her toybox, she would be forced to lay, helpless a
Bed MonsterLisa was a seven year old with a bedtime ritual. Every night she went to bed at 11.30 after her father had come home. She would go upstairs leaving her parents together downstairs. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, up and down like her dentist showed her. Then she went to her bedroom and changed into her pyjamas. She brushed her hair, seven strokes to each area of her hair, one for each year of her age. Then she opened her bedroom curtains, turned off the light and climbed on top of her toy chest and jumped from it to her bed to avoid the long arms of the monster under her bed. When she crashed onto the bed she would pull the covers up to her neck, and lie on her back rigid and staring into the dark. The monster would scratch on the bottom of her bed and whisper to her, but her parents never heard her crying over their arguments. Sometimes she would just cry silently until she fell asleep. In the morning she would wake up to its snuffling and sniffing. Lisa would jump offBed Monster8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Master and the SlaveTwo young dragons trotted about their cavern as an older dragon watched them. He sighed as his children danced about, his deep blue scales seeming to glow slightly as he smiled. His mate lay beside him and nudged him affectionately, and he smiled to her. Suddenly, his children came running to him, stopping just in front of him and grinning broadly.The Master and the Slave10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Are you two ready for bed?" he chuckled.
"First tell us a story!" the younger of the two hatchlings giggled as she flopped down beside her father. Like her father, her scales were blue, but they shined with a reddish glow like her mother's.
Alexander sighed. He turned to his mate with a playful smile, as if asking for her help. "Do I really have to?"
"You know they won't rest until you do." Salicia, his mate, chuckled.
"All right…" Alexander let out a sigh. He thought for a moment, and then smiled. "I think I have a story for you two."
"Let's hear it!" the oldest hatchling laughed. He settled close to his father and fell silent, a grin shin
The Infamous Sirius Black: C01The Infamous Sirius Black: C019 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The First Move
It was a beautiful, late autumn morning with sunny, clear skies for the students and staff
of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most of them had yet to experience the
sight and smell of morning dew glass and wild flowers swaying softly in the light breeze
which surrounded their castle shaped school, for they were just waking up and getting
dressed in their uniforms for a new day of classes.
One of these magical students went by the name of James Potter; a mischievous boy of
remarkable talent that he was known throughout the school for misusing. He woke up,
stretching his lean figure and scratching his head full of short wild black hair. Taking his
glasses from the bedside table, he placed them on his nose and sat up, scanning the room
sleepily with his hazel eyes.
His friend Remus Lupin was already up and about, fixing the tie of his uniform so that it
was just a bit loose around his neck. His light brown hair was neatly brushed, though no
The Infamous Sirius Black: ProThe Infamous Sirius Black: Pro9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This story is one of many involving the romances of the infamous Sirius Black. Not only has he been known for his devious pranks and jokes that himself and his fellow Marauders would cause, but he was also known for his reputation with women. Some would call him a ladys man, with the charm and dark looks that run in The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. A regular charmer that could sway any girl in Hogwarts to be his for the day. A bad boy that appeals to the young ladies of the magical school. A-
What? Sirius laughed, smiling at the longed-haired brunette in front of him, who was very determined to burn a hole in his head with her ice blue eyes. It was apparent that the girl was indeed upset with the dark haired boy, not that he cared.
Dont be such a bloody knob! the fifth year Gryffindor girl barked, jabbing a finger hard against
In The Beginning"Hey! Hey Granger!" The boy was running through the halls, chasing after the sixth year prefect with the extremely curly hair. The other students looked at the younger boy quizzically, wondering what he wanted of Hermione Granger.In The Beginning8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"May I help you?" Hermione said, dropping down to eye level with the short third year. She hadn't heard the boy calling her name; it was Harry who informed her. He and Ron were standing next to her crouching form, waiting so they could all go to class.
He little boy blushed. "Um, your scarf fell outside by Hagrid's hut. I just wanted to return it to you. What if you got cold? It is pretty chilly."
"Why thank you! But I thought I didn't have it with me just now. Hmm, surprising…" She wondered, with a tiny smile on her face.
"Well," The boy started. "I might have found it outside the Great Hall earlier." The boy said shyly.
Hermione found this little boy very cute. She knew that Harry and Ron were impatient about getting to class on time, but it was only Histor
Thylios's TaleThylios's TaleThylios's Tale9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Thylios left his house, a bag slung over his shoulder and his hair tied back in a peice of cord. He was worried. Mercury -an odd specimen indeed- had just delivered a son, and Asp had rewarded him richly for delivering the naget. Going out into the forest, he began searching for herbs that grew under rocks and at the bases of trees. Those nagas that knew thought that Mercury was an abomination. Thylios refused to allow himself to judge Asp's choice of companions, but he was concerned that his business would be hurt if others found out about his decision to help them. Asp, apathetic as he might seem, had done several things in the past to help him when his patients couldn't afford to pay. He was charitable, and Thylios hadn't been able to turn him away. King Kave was beginning to press him for taxes, and Thylios had needed the business from Asp. At least it had given him a chance to further observe the oddity Mercury presented. Placing several bunches of herbs into his ba
Love Is...Love is…Love Is...10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: One-shot. DxS, songfic. Just alittle fluff that I thought up when listening to this song. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does. The song 'Love Is' is owned, I believe by Nicks Stevie. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry. My bad.
Sam stood at the edge of a hill in the middle of Amity park, watching her best friend Danny fought the newest pest and ghost. Danny hit the ghost with another one of his plasma blasts and quickly sucked it into the thermos, flying back down to her.
"Now if only Tucker saw that, he would flip," Sam laughed as she ran up to Danny and gave him a hug, "Too bad he's at the 'great meat convention'."
"Yeah, huh?" Danny blushed, but hugged her back all the same. He felt the flipping in his stomach and just hoped to death that Sam didn't since she was so close to him. Why won't this feeling go away when she's around? And more im
Fade to NoirFade to Noir13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demons entwining thoughts...
Times a Mortal enemy,
Shame was all she bought...
A Blade reflects the moonlight...
shame turns to self hate...
words, so haunting in her mind,
The Needle close, a love affair,
the choice was hers to make,
Just a shiv could give her peace...
As conciousness evades...
Exhausted, self realization...
Her Blade so safe within,
As the mirror of Truth Cracked suddenly,
Her Lifeforce was now Drained.
No more Recognition...
Just Loathing and disgust,
A body that Never mattered...
No longer Feeling Touch.
At Peace, The Cut straight up her arm,
Warm Blood her only Friend...
But she couldn't Fuckin Feel it,
A departing Soul would end.
As Demons danced upon her grave,
Looking down she saw his Face...
Familiar yet Distant, confusing...
Another Fatal mistake.
Rage consuming Darkness,
Hunger, Lust in Spades,
Darkness now consumed her...
Never to awake.
A distant bell was ringing...
Confused, the blood still warm,
She awoke to find i
FrustratedPlease,Frustrated8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you now, help
Lend me an ear, hold my hand
I've been wrong, I know. No need to point out, this choice I made
A missed chance, broken oppurtunity
All this time, you were pretending
So fuck what you said, ignore the tears I shed
Leave my life and forsake my name
I'll be here, in the rain
Early Sunsets Over MonroevilleTo Frank, being with him is like being cuddled in a blanket, while its raining out. To Frank, Frankie, being with Gerard is just as vivid an experience as Frankies favourite things in the world. All those small things they do, they are Frankies favourite things. And it is so great to him, because they are never the same. They might be doing the same thing they did one summer ago, or two days ago, but every day he spends with Gerard is an adventure. Gerard, well, he makes Frankie feel adventurous.Early Sunsets Over Monroeville7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And just sitting there, in the grass. The itchy, sort of decaying grass. This is definitely counted as one of Frankies favourite things, when there is a glass of pink lemonade in his hand and they both wear shorts and light t-shirts because of the heat. And how Gerard will always wear the same aubergine flip flops. They are so big on Frankie, its so funny. They both wear silly sunglasses, and there is a Polaroid instant sitting on Gerards lap, and just about
In Chains: Envy pt1In Chains: Envy pt18 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just an old friend comin over now to visit you and, thats what Ive become. I let myself in though I know Im not supposed to but I'll never know when Im done
Choco was racing against herself in some dark alley. Finally! Away from her friends so she can think about stuff happening and time alone she needed. Time alone to think. Think her heart out. Like what Toast said about Den having people willing to give her subs. Blood pierced her eyes. She told about the luck mentioned and tried to compare it to hers and those of Synyster Princess, Munkey and the others. Until now no ones willing to sub them. She could feel more blood urging to flow away from her eyes. Its just not fair that only some people get to get good lucks. That. That was the feeling she was thinking about. The feeling that could destroy her red contacts and turn her brown eyes green. JEALOUSY. AND IT SUCKS. BAD.
She was alone at last behind a wall of some house. A dim light
Avalane of the Flying CactusAvalane of the Flying Cactus9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why, by the white of Merlin's beard, did you use a cactus?" Kalliope shouted as she bounded down the stairs, three by three.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time!" Avalane called from somewhere behind her.
They were in hot pursuit of a flying cactus. The potted desert plant soared through the corridors, flapping its thick, spiny, branch arms as it screeched "CHEESE" at the top of whatever it used for lungs. Along the way, it dropped toasted bread crumbs and melted cheese off its spines.
According to Avalane, she had been trying to transfigure a cactus into a grilled cheese sandwich, but something went horribly wrong.
"What spell did you use?! Neither grilled cheese sandwiches nor cacti have any kind of bird characteristics." Kalliope skidded into an abrupt about face as the reckless plant/bird turned a sharp corner and made a break for the courtyard.
"I can't remember... it seems to be fairing pretty well with those arms," Avalane panted.
"I think... by this point... they're wings.
Biology of the Staple RemoverBiology of the Staple Remover10 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Staple Remover (Connectiva Chompicus), while one of the smaller creatures in the office, still holds the reputation as a much feared predator in the ecosystem.
The most prominent characteristic of the Staple Remover is its four long fangs that give it an almost menacing smile. Non-venomous yet quite sharp, these fangs are capable of latching on to its favorite prey, the Staple, even when it is firmly rooted in its most secure habitat. Its deathgrip secure, the Staple Remover crushes the helpless Staple's defense and drags it out for a viciously rewarding meal. Although more often observed as a solitary animal, a pack of Staple Removers has been known to strip the metal from a conference presentation in less than a minute.
Once a year, the male Staple Remover instinctively returns to the office supply store where it was purchased to engage in a savage mating ritual: the capture and takedown of a Multi-use Color Copier. Many are lost