Alia"Hey, Zero, have you seen X?"Alia4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Alia had searched the entire Hunter Base looking for X. It wasn't like him to disappear. Luckily, Zero nodded.
"Yeah, he's on the rooftop. God knows what he's doing up there," Zero said.
Alia nodded. "Thanks, Zero."
As Alia entered the elevator, she felt a slight feeling of unease. What was X doing on the roof?
As she reached the roof, she saw X sitting on the cliff. X didn't look back. He assumed that the person who was approaching him was Zero.
"What is it, Zero?"
Alia walked out of the elevator, walking towards X.
"Zero's still in the medical room with Axl."
X instantly recognized that voice, and looked back. "Alia? What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for you. What are you doing up here?" Alia asked.
X sighed. "I usually go up here sometimes when I'm down."
"What's wrong, X?" Alia sat down next to X.
"I can hear my creator's words. A bearded old man. He knows my name, but I don't know his. He called me a champion. But whatever he sees in me, I can't
Titans 1602 chapter 1Titans 1602 chapter 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Artificer Urza
-1602- Hampton Court, England; the seat of power of England, the residence of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth. Dark clouds hung overhead, hung over all of England, in fact. The air was thick with humidity and yet there had not been any rain in weeks, months almost. The air rumbled and grumbled as lightning flashed, but not a drop of water fell. A carriage, moving at a leisurely pace was approaching. The passenger was a youth, dressed like nobility; he had short, black hair and sharp blue eyes. He looked at the scenery outside, but his face had a deeply ponderous expression. The carriage pulled up to the gates of the Queen's mansion of Hampton Court.
"Master Wayne?" The driver said as the carriage came to a stop. "We've arrived, sir."
The young man exited the carriage, porters were waiting for him and began to take his luggage; he would remain in the hospitality of Her Majesty for a while, so he had packed some essentials. Another figure ca
and onceand once13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was a moment there,
when your eyelashes fell in heaps,
upon the fluttering
of your oval shaped howl.
within seconds we were over,
folded into the ecstasy of the past,
and heaving endearments to
catch our breath.
your legs were wrapped
like gifts of tremoring earth,
binding me to the moon
with blood that does not
spill, but flows.
my empty cry spilled into you
the fantasy of being nowhere,
but inside your mouth
hotter than heaven,
the plot of seduction
you pursed your lips,
rubbed their slick against
my tired brow,
how we sped up
[we slowed down.]
there was a week there,
when our clothes fell in heaps,
upon the shuddering floor
and within years we were over,
collapsed into the shovels of the future
heaving endearments to another, to
catch up to our lives.
your legs were loose and tired
like dusty twigs
binding us to the soil
with dust that does not sta
SoulmateSoulmate10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Nekoi Seta
Do I know you?
Do you know me?
Have we met?
Wouldn't I know?
I search the eyes,
with everyone I meet.
Seeking the soul I feel,
as I slide into the depths of sleep.
Every night I feel you near….
I ask myself, Will I find you here?
The warmth of your presence,
the touch of your essence..
Dreams of you out there,
are visions I hold dear.
Your presence surrounding me,
I drift to sleep with nothing to fear.
Is it a dream?
A fanciful wish?
An impossible hope,
sprung from too much heart break?
Your invisible arms around me,
soothing away my loneliness.
The excruciating torment,
of this anxious waiting.
I will find you someday,
my beloved soulmate..
Vampires HALF OF CHAPTER FOUR "The Devil, the Master, and the deal of the mortal Girl."Vampires10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Moments later a set of foot steps echoed from the depths of the dull grey corridors as the sun stretched its golden hand across the sky. The footsteps stopped when they met the door, and the door swung open. A scarlet set of eyes watched the young mortal below the sheets as she'd toss and turn amidst an ocean of crimson silk. The owner of those eyes was cloaked in darkness, and he would watch her in secrecy as she slept in his Manor.
While the dark and lanky figure stood to watch the woman inside the room for a second, lighter set of footsteps soon joined the stranger at the door way. White eyes, glowing in the darkness, watched the inhabitants inside the room only a few feet away from the red eyed stranger.
"Your Worship?" A voice rang snidely in inquiry; it belonged to the white-eyed figure.
The stranger with white eyes would snicker as if having been told a rather silly joke only it coul
Legend of Zelda: Sunset IsleSunset IsleLegend of Zelda: Sunset Isle9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Philip Bourque
The ship sailed on the waves; the mighty winds propelled it forward. It was an easily recognizable pirate ship, famous and infamous through out the seas. The captain was a young lady named Tetra and she brooked no insolence from her crew, though they truly dared not go against her; except for one, the new comer who had joined her crew six months ago. It was Link, the hero of the wind, who, along with Tetra had defeated the Dark Lord Ganon in the ruins of Hyrule castle. Desiring to see the world along with Tetra who desired to see the world's treasures, he departed along with the pirates, becoming part of Tetra's crew.
The sun shone through the sparse clouds and the deck sloped back and forth with the rolling waves. Gonzo, a large pirate, was at the helm, Tetra at his side and all the others were in their places… mostly. A young boy in green, Link, swabbed the deck while Niko, a little dork o
Haiku From MotherHaiku From Mother13 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You use that coaster
Or as God is my witness
I will strike you dead
Angel poem of healingAngel poem of healing12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An angel sitting home alone
looking at the glowing moon
A beautiful world
She see\'s in her mind
Sparkles and dimes
Shiny and light
Mystic and mine
A beautiful angel flies
glides through the air in mystic delight
through the clouds
and air we breath
up apon our every dream
A wish she grants to all her dare ask
A sad heart which she heals
A smile put on a little girl
who knew of nothing but miss
A angel blue a angel red
a angel known as emina ked
A heart she heals with her eyes
the beaty found in her delight
She glides above in the stars
in the bright of the world
wishing that nothing ever was cold
wishing more that things were nice
the planet wasnt dying
and we could all not die.
Titans 1602 chapter 2Titans 1602 chapter 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Hampton Court, England-
"Presenting master Richard Wayne of the Duchy of Gothame." A guard stated as the doors opened to the room.
Queen Elizabeth, white make-up on her face, sunken cheeks, wearing a red wig and looking quite aged. She wore a huge dress with a large ruff and from the style of the dress; the fact that it was low-cut, one would think that she was still proud of her aging body. And she was indeed aged, in her last days it seemed; in one hand she held a cloth into which she occasionally coughed blood. She was with two people; one was a black haired woman of what could only be called statuesque beauty, as though hers had been the face after which the statues of the Greek Goddesses had been modeled. She wore a plain black dress, but she still had an aura of authority and dignity. The other was an older man with tan skin, white hair and a beard. He wore midnight bleu robes with yellow-gold trim and a small yellow-gold cloak. He was closest to the queen, pre
your poetry is horribleyour poetry is horrible13 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i am irrepressible teenage angst.
here is my bitchy poem.
woe is me.
(insert typo here)
i can use
drastic S P A C I N G
to make my point
(insert computer shorthand here)
my girlfriend just dumped me.
perhaps i can
write at length about
s u i c i d e
(insert trite phrase about loneliness)
because i am ohsotouchy
so, to all you
adolescents out there
your poetry is horrible.
pain does not always equal great art.
now, go write something worth while.
Tell it to the sheepTell it to the sheep13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for simple minds
shall I use few syllables
so that you can understand?
in your sublime ignorance you
have not only marked yourself
but also wasted my time
the voluminousity of your stupidity
is so vast
beyond my ample comprehension..
I fear that your reproduction
will only stand to weaken
the gene pool-
a frightening thought
a wise man once said
"short people got no reason.."
I beg to differ
"dumb people got no reason.."
they're reasoning ability was left at the gate
along with their intelligence.
so please take your
point of view
out of my presence…
..go tell it to the sheep..
perhaps they will understand.
PhoenixPhoenix14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how it is to be
exist in a new realm.
You burn bright,
reflect radiant light.
embraced by your wings,
ConscienceConscience11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zero, Harpuia, Ciel, and Alouette (c) CAPCOM.
This story is copyrighted 2004 by A.R.C, reproduction of any part of this story in any medium is prohibited, unless with written permission from the author. Measures will be taken against anyone who alters, copies, distributes, or claims authorship. If you do, I get to send you on a one-way trip to the Threshold of Pain.
"Miserable." Harpuia noted.
The wet marshes were always the same around this time of year, where the wind and rain slicked this place into a muddy hole, large trees and vines twisting through it like a maze. It was a horrible place to be, because the stinging cold mud would chill you to the bone, but the foliage was thick and it was easy to get lost in … and a perfect place to hide.
That was the main reason he was sent to patrol the area from the air on his off days – a smart move, but not a savoury one. On top of the miserable coldness, it was also as boring as hell to look at. He envied his lucky s
MusicI sat down on the piano bench,Music10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping to find some music.
White on black bony keys, black on white skeins of notes,
I coaxed the music from the scattered sheets.
Bach and Beethoven, intricate and dramatic,
(My teacher always hated Mozart--
But loved Chopin), the works of masters
Done and redone scores of years.
Today I could not find the peace of polished
Works, I ached for something different.
I set a book upon the stand
And played from it--Slow and sparse,
But with hidden depths.
I'd found a mystery novel; Removing it,
I took up a work of imagination,
Science fiction of the earliest age.
Quaint and archaic were the melodies,
Echoes of society's foundations
As the new was envisioned from the old.
Suddenly I found myself
Dry and atonal; a tax return had slipped into my books.
Discarding it, I searched again,
Trying masters of a different weave,
Impressionistic melodies and abstract harmonies
Flowed from the instrument.
I found a violent, angry canvas,
Drenched in sanguine hues,
The Coronation--'I'll Be'Sally Acorn bit her lip nervously as she looked herself in the mirror. She could hear the maids all around her bustling about with the occasional, Oh, you look so beautiful! or My, my, princess! You look ready to take your place as Queen!The Coronation--'I'll Be'8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That only made the butterflies in her stomach flutter more, though. For thats why she was standing there, dressed in the required garments of red, orange and purple. Today she was to take the throne as Queen.
The thought made her want to vomit with anxiety. Queen? She could handle being princess. But Queen?
It had only been a year since Robotniks threat had been vanquished. After that, it seemed Mobius was such a happier place. In fact, everyone started to learn of a new Overlander continent that had been hidden from publicity in case Robotnik had heard of it. To their surprise, Mobians accepted them with f
An Angel is what I'd beAn Angel is what I'd be11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had a choice
An angel's what I'd be,
And everything that happened
I'd be there to see,
You'd be right there with me
To wrap my wings around,
Only you would know I'm there
For I wouldn't make a sound,
I would see ahead of you
To help direct your path,
I'd always be there with you
You'd never have to ask,
I'd be there protecting you
And keeping you from harm,
For nothing is too hard for me
With my loving arms,
When you have somewhere to go
I'll be with you in flight,
I'll also be there protecting
In the middle of the night,
So if I had a choice
An angel's what I'd be,
I'd be right there beside you
Helping you to see.
Part One - HikariPart One - Hikari11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yu-Gi-Oh! Kingdom Hearts
I've been having these weird thoughts lately…
Is any of this for real… or not…?
That damned pharaoh had his back turned to him. It was not like this was something new – his royal highness-ness always did think he was all high and mighty because he served the forces of "good" – but the fact that the water the fern-head was facing was steadily rising into a tidal wave did concern him a bit. The pharaoh turned to face him, reaching out a hand toward him, and he felt himself compelled to grab a hold. He did not know why, though the excuse was rapidly forming in his head; this was the other self of one of his hikari's best friends. The last thing he needed was to hear his sissy hikari whining because he let Pharaoh Fern-head drown.
His fingers were just within reach of the pharaoh's outstretched hand, when the water came crashing down on the two of them. He felt himself being
Corporate RegiftingBy now you've hopefully realized that all of these bailouts and stimuli being injected into the American economy as though our Treasury Secretary was Barry Bonds are composed of taxpayer money. It's a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing the government is giving your money to help out those who didn't know how to properly handle it in the first place; warm and fuzzy just like a rat in a microwave.Corporate Regifting7 years ago in Humor More Like This
As taxpayers, we don't seem to have any real control over who Congress gives our money to, but at least all these corporate institutions are figuring out what's going on, right? I mean sure, there have already been a couple corporations who've held one hand out to Congress for money while the other hand was getting manicured in Aspen, but they must have learned by now they should be more conservative with their bailouts and not so... so... crunk rapper-ish with their fiscal salvation. Right?
Well, I'm writing a column, so that can't be a good sign.
And, of course, they haven't. Ac
RegretsWatching, as time passes me byRegrets10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling alone through it all
I've again let myself feel
And again, I've let myself hurt
I know that I'd let her into my heart
By chance, I had wandered into hers
My hand, reaching out, out for another
That hand, that welcoming grasp
Hoping, standing strong with faith
Wanting more than anything, to be there
To hold her against me,
Feel her heart beat
Know her true self, and mine too
Somehow, it just doesn't want to end
The pain, the suffering, the love
Even as much as it hurts, I like it
I want to feel it, to know it's real
This world, it looks down on me
This love, it shouldn't be
I've lost this battle once before
I can't lose it again, not again
Standing here, waiting for her
Holding my arms open,
Hoping she comes back
I want to keep her close, close to me
Close to my heart, where she should be
I worry about regrets, the pains she feels
I can't see her sorrows, they hurt me too
This world, closing in on us, on this
The relationship that is wrong, yet rig
Sprout Bio UpdatedFor a short explanation and bio go to the author's commentsSprout Bio Updated9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1)What's your character's name?
2)How old is he/she?
3)Is your OC a male or female?
4)What's his/her race?
1)If this character were to suddenly become part of the 3D world, and ended up in a heavily-populated area, how many stares would he/she get?
I guess a lot! cos he's a saiyan after all, and has a monkey tail XD but also cause he's a sexy guy
2)Is your character considered normal in his/her own world?
Yeah, I think so
3)What would be his/her most recognizable feature(s)?
A scar in his left cheek and his armor with just one left shoulder pad
4)Would you consider your OC as attractive?
He can control himself, but not always! His sons, Gum and Kane, can get the beast within Sprout out! ya know... teens! lol
But when it comes to work, he always mantain the calm, and pref
Rockman: We are the RockmenI am the Watcher.Rockman: We are the Rockmen6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I watch over the entire world.
I guard the innocent that cannot defend themselves.
I protect those who believe in justice.
Even when I am no more,
I am still the Watcher.
I am a Rockman.
My name is Rock.
I am the Actor.
I act as the defender of this world.
I mimic in order to convince.
I imitate to play in the most dangerous game.
Even when I am no more,
I am still the Actor.
I am a Rockman.
My name is Copy Rock.
I am the Traveler.
I travel again through the world.
I roam across a land past.
I wander through the fabric of time.
Even when I am no more,
I am still the Traveler.
I am a Rockman.
My name is Quint.
I am the Avenger.
I avenge against this world.
I retaliate against both sides.
I justify the killings of people.
Even when I am no more,
I am still the Avenger.
I am a Rockman.
My name is R-Shadow.
I am the Dreamer.
I dream of a peaceful world.
I wish for everyone to get along.
I hope to fulfil the legacy of kind-hearted soul.
Even when I am no more,
I am still t
It's been too many hoursIt's been almost 365 daysIt's been too many hours10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
and forty four minutes
since I told myself
that the rain would dilute
the memories of you ever being
a part of my life
the hopes of that you'd ever be
the bride who'd become my wife
It's been more than a couple of months
since I got out to meet the sun
It's been more than a part of me missing
it's been more than a week since the milk cartons
asked for me
It's been too many hours
It's been too many hours
since I last discovered
how many tears you brought
me to even think of your face
I need to be strong
I told myself I need to move on
But it's not helping at all
I've been sitting on four solid walls
feeling so small
It's been too damn long
since I told myself
you did me wrong
and you're never coming back
but I can't seem to fight the truth
that I really miss you so
eventhough you told me to go
I remember what the carton said
"Have you seen this girl?"
It's been so long since I mentioned your name
Even if you were the one
Who stole my summer, stole my sp
My Two Fathers'My Two Fathers'3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My parents come to pick me up from school,
You laugh, whisper and point at my parents and me.
I never say anything back or cry,
I love my two dads and they love me.
My family is perfect, yours is not.
While you eat alone at your home.
I'm eating with my two fathers, laughing and smiling.
You're lucky to hear 'I love you' from your parents every few weeks,
I hear it every day.
My parents never fight, while yours does.
People come up to me and say 'Two guys can't raise a child you know.'
My father's love, care and help me like any parent should.
You have no right to say that.
I'm in detention every week for hitting someone who insults my parents.
I'm proud to say that I have two fathers in my life.
Saga of Sam Chapter 5Close EncountersSaga of Sam Chapter 510 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You sigh one more time today, Kiddo, and I'm gonna show you what a real hit feel like." I blinked back to the present at Mr. Marchez's warning.
"I'm fine, Mr. Marchez," I said instantly. The art teacher snorted.
"Sure you are," He said sarcastically, "That's why you missed the dismissal bell." I froze at that, glancing around me wildly to see the room was empty.
"Uhh…" I felt my face start to heat up. Mr. Marchez gave me a pointed smirk.
"Relax, Kiddo, everyone gets like that. At least you didn't fall asleep of anything. Then you'd be in real trouble."
"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself.
"The last kid to fall asleep in class had his hair spray-painted pink by another student," My teacher answered. I stared at him, torn between making a face and laughing myself silly.
"Seriously?" I asked, my voice raising an octave.
"Took him a week to get it out…" That one did make me laugh. "So what's got your head in the clouds? Usually its Dan I've gotta smack with a rolled