LoT: MeanwhileLoT: Meanwhile6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The old man's nephew looked out the giant observation window into the city. His workers and helpers spewed statistics at him every so often about the amount of steam being released and the last earthquake location. They barely even stopped talking anymore.
He sighed, which only deepened when his uncle burst in and ran to look out through the window at the city. The nephew watched him, disinterested, then said "Uncle, really, you have your own observation deck, what are you-"
"Shhhh. Hear that?" The old man waved his nephew impatiently into silence, and went back to his staring, pressing his large nose to the window to see better.
The nephew looked out at the city, then back at the old man. "Hear what?" Agitated, the old man looks at him for a moment before seeming to make up his mind and rushing over to him, dragging him to his eye level by the collar.
"Listen," he hissed. He looked back out the window, and the nephew unenthusiastically follows his gaze.
"I still don't hear anyt
25 Themes for KarlFear25 Themes for Karl6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The moon was setting, the sun rising and she never came.
Arma continued to piece him together and still he wasnt whole.
Something he wasnt quite sure shed given him.
The first time she taught him how to hold a bow and didnt laugh when he made the violin squawk.
A humans solitary magic trick.
He never knew hed been empty until she came with music and gentle promises. Now, he was all too aware of the void.
It was love, in reverse only better.
It didnt turn out quite as he imagined, everything still hurt.
They only happened when he borrowed them from the sky. On the horizon thunder waltzed with the rain as a mournful violin continued to sing trapped in three four time.
Something he was, and yet, was not; a cruel irony at its finest.
An intangible conglomeration of past images created
Project: ENDZONEDear Contestant,Project: ENDZONE8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You have been cordially invited (or drafted, more accurately speaking) to attend a tournament in our remote island in the land of Grimmoire. You will be pitted against your fellow contestants, who come from a myriad of different worlds. The complex criteria by which you and your fellow contestants were judged upon is none of your concern; all that matters is that your own unique qualities have drawn our attention.
This competition is called Project: ENDZONE. It is a joint venture between the Grimmorian government and SelesCorp, a powerful trans-dimensional corporation. Mr. Seles, the owner of SelesCorp, has generously offered his assistance in helping us prepare for this contest.
What follows are the rules of the competition, along with some helpful information, which you should keep in mind at all times:
1. If you have received this letter, your entrance in the competition is mandatory. No exceptions. If you choose not to comply, rest assured we will find
WoT: Intermission - KarlNot a very long ago in a world not so far awayWoT: Intermission - Karl6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In his own private quarters within the abandoned Castle of Nations Amusement Park, Karl sat at the dinner table with a violin in hand, enjoying the chance to play a little tune before his next murder.
Karl sat on an old, rickety wooden chair in front of a long, chipped wooden table. Upon the table were plates filled with assorted fruits and meats. It would look like the most appetizing feast possible were it not for the fact that all the food was plastic. At the center of the table was a fancy centerpiece: a tiny ceramic castle, which was currently being used by Arma as a perch.
As Karl played a slow, almost mournful tune of his own creation on the violin, he looked across the long table at his dinner guest. A young girl wearing a cyan shirt was tied to the chair. Her hands were also tied behind the chair.
PPGD: Boomer's Story Chapter 7"Um…well…I think its time someone told me what was going on here," said the Professor, honestly confused.PPGD: Boomer's Story Chapter 79 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"If you'd just let us come in, I can explain all of this," said Dexter, still trying to keep a disgruntled Buttercup from recklessly attacking Boomer and anything unfortunate enough to be in Boomer's vicinity.
"Sure, you can explain everything, after I'm done with him!" shouted Buttercup.
Blossom leaned against the doorway, thinking. Then, she glanced at Boomer, then at Dexter, then at Buttercup.
"Buttercup…maybe we should let them talk…" she said.
Buttercup stopped thrashing and turned to her sister in disbelief.
"What? What?! After what he did?!" said Buttercup.
"Well…if Otto and Dexter thinks he's alright…maybe-"
"Oh, excuse me for putting the feelings of my sister before those of some four-eyed, stuck-up, jerks!"
Otto made a dejected look on his face. Dexter cleared his throat.
"You know…we are standing right here" said Dexter.
"You stay out of this!" shouted Butt
PPGD: Boomer's Story Chapter 6Weasel descended the chopper on the far outskirts of Megacity. He carefully landed in a secluded space, near a forest area. After he successfully landed, he sat back in the cockpit chair, pondering.PPGD: Boomer's Story Chapter 69 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alright, I'm here. I need to find out what happened to Boomer he thought. Needless to say, Brisbaine is not gonna hand that information on a silver platter. There's only one way to get the information I need.
Weasel reached for his laptop and executed some commands to pull up a not-quite-legal PC hacking program, commonly used by the government to secretly access the computers of suspected terrorists, people leaking government secrets, and journalists who know too much. At the present time, Weasel was attempting to access Brisbaine's computer. Weasel put in Brisbaine's IP address, but all he got was a message that said "RESTRICTED ACCESS. PASSWORD REQUIRED"
Weasel had anticipated this, since he knew Brisbaine wasn't stupid. However, Weasel was a genius, and he knew he could fi
Ode to Ferris wheelClarice placed a finger over the dot labeled You Are Here and dragged it along the brown line that indicated the path she was on. Her eyes narrowed. The plastic covering that had once encased the map had been torn away leaving the paper exposed. Rain and wind had smeared the ink into illegible squiggles or else reduced it to stark white. She sighed loudly, letting her hand hit her side.Ode to Ferris wheel6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Whats wrong? A voice asked from behind her.
Clarice jumped. She still hadnt gotten used to his presence. A tall figure stood behind her. The grey rock climbing outfit he wore, still damp from the previous nights rain, clung to his lanky body. His two gloved hands clutched firmly on a pickaxe. The white cloth of his face folded in on dirty brown eyes, forming a look of puzzlement.
I was hoping to find the exit on this thing. Clarice jabbed a finger at the demolished parchment. But I guess nothing can be that simple, can it?
Wistful WishingWrite me a story, construe words into magnificent sentences that set my mind aflame. Take me to enchanted forests, bustling cities, serene beaches. Set my senses reeling with description, leaving me yearning for more. Capture my heart and mind and set it free with your mastery of the thing I love yet fear the most. Break me down and build me up with your vibrant thoughts. Challenge my knowledge, then when I'm flustered and confused calm me with a soft whisper in my ear of the truth and the things I failed to comprehend and understand. Caress my emotions with soothing words and dreams, enrapture me in them. Make me feel insubordinate, helpless, small yet undoubtedly safe. I'm sick of the monotony of always leading, knowing, being independent and fearing from those around me. Prove me wrong.Wistful Wishing3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Prove me wrong and let your actions match your words so I'm not lost and heartbroken, wandering life day by day alone and unsure.
PPGD:Boomer's Story Chapter 8Boomer looked out at the table. It was filled with food, but Boomer didn't feel like eating. Nobody else seemed interested in eating either, aside from Coop, who was digging into his steak. Boomer looked out and saw that every eye was on him, which made him very nervous. He glanced to his right at the empty seat right next to him. Knowing who would sit in that seat made him even more nervous.PPGD:Boomer's Story Chapter 89 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Boomer tried to start talking, but he didn't know where to begin. He didn't know how he could convey how he was feeling.
He looked into all their eyes. Buttercup was glaring at him, with the kind of look that was usually followed by a phrase like, "Go ahead, make my day," or, "Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death." Blossom was looking right at him, not displaying any clear emotion, as if she was reserving judgment based on what he said; Professor Utonium's expression was almost identical to Blossom's. Coop looked over at Boomer while he chewed, showing he was interested in what Boomer had
HAPPY ONE SHOT 2: CLIMBERHAPPY ONE SHOT:HAPPY ONE SHOT 2: CLIMBER6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2 - Climber
It was dark. He looked around, but it was as if he was floating in empty space. He thought he could hear the wolf laughing, but anywhere he turned he saw neither fang nor eye of the grimm creature. No red, no white, just black. It filled him with dread as he wondered frantically what was happening, and just when he felt he was about to scream, he felt a weight land heavily on his chest. Of course it didn't hurt, but he registered the pressure just the same. Pink hair was the first thing he saw. Very pink, make that hot pink. Then he looked to the dual colored eyebrows and then it was painfully obvious who had landed on him.
"Long time no see, Eunuch." The girl said with a grin. "Still as plushy as ever I see. How you won this thing is beyond me... yet winner or loser, we're both still stuck here, aren't we? And with zombies running around nonetheless."
"They're not zombies" Climber said, looking hurt. "They're just... not right in the head..."
HAPPY ONE SHOT 1: KARL++++++++++HAPPY ONE SHOT 1: KARL6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hello up there!" He called out happily. "Aquaboy? Do you not want to ta-" He was interrupted by a mound of snow landing on him, quickly covering him up to the waist. Karl was the last person Mizuno wanted to see right now.
"Go away." The fish-like boy called out spitefully, not even looking at the statue.
"Don't make me come up there, Aquaboy, I don't want to go up there." Which was absolutely true, Karl avoided high places whenever possible. "Please?" He asked uncertainly when there was no response. He couldn't even see Mizuno now. "Well, going to freeze me out, hm? He called calmly, his sing-song voice echoing chimingly off of the aging walls of the city. "Very well, then." Just when Mizuno was beginning to wonder if the statue had walked away or was scaling the building, he flailed backwards away from the black shape that came in front of him all of a sudden. It was the bird, Arma. Hung from her talons was a medium-sized box. He picked it up examining it, a simple cardbo
Hamelin's Ashes: Part Five"This is the beginning," said Dr. Crooked, outloud, as if he were addressing the world. Only two types of people like to talk to themselves: those succumbing to insanity and those who believe they are changing the world.Hamelin's Ashes: Part Five8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These two cases overlap far more than people would think.
Dr. Crooked twirled the black pipe in his hand.
This disease shall be the first weapon in my arsenal, he thought. Years from now, when all the variables have been aligned, this shall be the disease that smites the waste of mankind and allow the deserving to live in everlasting power. Not even that meddling Queen shall have the power to stop the inevitable.
Dr. Crooked looked down at Rosie, who was preparing to deliver a blow with her axe to some unfortunate fool. Dr. Crooked smiled, still twirling his pipe.
That girl is far more interesting than I originally anticipated, he thought. Even after only a short time of being entangled in Dr. Crooked's plot, he already found her a more unique tool
Asperger'sAsperger's, Autism, High-functioning Autism, or anything elseAsperger's3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't easy to deal with
Not a disease, you don't catch it
Just a condition people hardly understand
There is no basic definition, but includes
From my experience?
Regretting what I did
Withdrawn from the world
What a freak
Do something else for a change
She keeps to herself
Do you ever talk?
You should try to make friends
Why are you so clumsy?
You feel lonely
Desperate to make friends
Yet you're knocked down
Make one mistake
You're a freak
And you start to think
What's the point?
Fluff to Stone part 2Fluff to Stone part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The idea was laughable to say the least. And that's just what Karl did: he laughed. "This must be a joke right?" Climber continued to give him that look, the look that made him seem like he was brave. It was almost pathetic in a way, but Climber still kept it up. Karl still didn't seem too phased. "Even so, don't think I'm going to go easy on myself."
With sudden speed, he lunged at Climber. Arma reformed as a pick-ax in his hand as he leapt out of the way, gripping a window ledge while he pressed the rest of his body against it. Karl jumped and held onto the window opposite of Climber. "Karl, can't you stop fighting with me for one second?!" Climber pleaded.
Karl took on a look of mock deep thought before grinning. "Nope!" He then made to attack Climber again. Climber sighed, looking back at him with a fierce gaze, before clashing blows with him.
The two landed in the alleyway, for a moment kneeling opposite of each other. Then, Climber slumped down, a new hole forming on one o
Fluff to Stone part 1Fluff to Stone part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Climber groaned. What had happened? That much, he couldn't remember. He got up slowly. Something felt.....odd though. He felt...heavier for some reason. Much heavier. Maybe someone had opened him up while he was out cold and stuffed him with rocks? That was a possibility, but who would want to do that?
Another thing was odd. He was on the roof of one of the old park buildings. It had rained last night, and he remembered hiding as soon as it started to avoid getting wet. He never did enjoy it when his face got melted off by the water. So, why was he on a roof? That's usually where rain hits first, right? None of this was making sense.
The final notice, was something that terrified him completely: his pick-ax was gone. He was immediately panicked. Without his pick-ax he was defenseless. Useless against anyone who would threaten him. Karl. If he had lungs, his breathing would have quickened. Now he was sure something was wrong. What was he doing out in the open when Karl was no doubt on t
The Manifesto of Fabled AlbionThe Manifesto of Fabled Albion4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Manifesto of
I've taken the liberty of adding a few notes. These provide additional information to help you in your adventures. Except for this one, which simply says 'I've added notes.' Jasper
The Kingdom of Albion, 1752
It has been a year since the defeat of the Crawler and the war that left Albion's population decimated. Since the end of the Crawler's War, Albion has rebuilt itself and come to flourish. Yet something stirs in the shadows, threatening the peace. Balverine-related maulings have been reported increasingly throughout the kingdom and an investigation begins that will take Albion's heroes into a crisis far greater than they had ever imagined.
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That Flying DreamThere is something about that dream. Everyone seems to have it at some point the dream where one's soul breaks with gravity and lets loose into the sky. Fears are forgotten; heights are ignored. Of all the limitless combinations possible in the human mind, this is the most desired outcome in the dream realm. It was this desire that leaked from my subconscious and took root in my heart. The motivation to fly came effortlessly; the challenge was finding a way to make it happen.That Flying Dream3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a middle school student with no concept of impossibility, my first choice was to build my means of flight. I did not want a plane; I wanted to rely only on my own strength to rise into the air. Hours of time that should have been devoted to homework were spent in front of the computer, watching slow-motion videos of birds in flight and reading articles on aerodynamics. I studied hydraulics, Leonardo da Vinci's flying machine, and the birds overhead without cease. Countless failed designs and technical im
Fluff to Stone FinaleFluff to Stone Finale6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Karl's body and Clarice finally arrived at the castle. Clarice tested the handle. "It's locked. How are we going to get in with this on?" The body didn't seem to care, and kicked the door in, breaking the lock. "Oh...we can just use that way then." Clarice walked in after Karl's body, and a few feet in, they came upon the room where Jackie was. Clarice noticed the two souls floating in energy and gasped. "Wait...so, no one's in here?" She said as she looked to Arma on Karl's body's shoulder. Arma seemed to think, then shook her head from side to side. Clarice sighed, "So I really was talking to a brick wall."
Jackie looked over at the girl. "Who are you...?" Clarice looked over at him, then saw the souls of Climber and Karl and growled. "So you're the one that caused them so much pain!" She went up and slapped him. He was made of stone too, so it didn't really hurt him, more or less her, but it did startle him. "...What?" "OH like you can go off saying that! They were screa
Fluff to Stone part 4Fluff to Stone part 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"These two..." Jackie started. "It's always these two." He stood before a blob of red energy inside Castle. The same red energy that had brought the two's souls here in the first place. And in it, their souls floated, their minds kept in a special void for examination. Jackie's runes swam through the air, making sure the two didn't wake up out here. He knew about their power and did not wish to release it here inside Castle.
True, the other spirits of the park were here, but it seemed only these two and himself were like this, sentient while others were simply animated. They thought, they had dreams, the other park dwellers simply moved and fought with each other and anything else that moved. Jackie blinked as some black runes curled around one of Karl's arms, while information on it appeared outside of the circle. He was determined to find out what this disturbance was. By now he was sure it was coming from these two, he just needed to find out where.
Chapter 1 - Karl AppearsHere is my poor attempt at a fanfic of Karl and me....this is my first fanfic ever so plz tell me what you thought and if there was anything you think I can do to fix it....Thanx!!!Chapter 1 - Karl Appears3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The lights were dim and the doors locked. Finally, it's closing time as my boss and I leave the store after a long day of selling clothes and shoes till we wanted to pass out on the floor.
"Have a good night, Sarah!" my boss calls after me.
"You too." I say with little energy left in my voice.
After the rush we had today, I was ready to jump into bed and call it a night. As i got to where my car was parked in the parking lot, I reached for my keys, hands shaking in the process since it was pretty cold out. I turned the key to unlock the car and felt as if I was being watched. I looked around quickly and saw no one there.
Shugging it off, I climbed into my car and turned it on, realizing just how cold the c
SwitchedSwitched5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue (or however you spell it >.
ControlControl is everything. Self-control, that is. Control how you act, what you say, what goes into your body, and maybe — just maybe — you'll be able to control you are. Power is addictive; my drug of choice, but it comes at a cost. You see, what you don't learn until it's too late? Sooner or later, the need for control — controls you.Control3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Generally, I’m a good kid. I pay attention in school, earning the high grades that decorate my report cards. I may not be especially popular, but I certainly have friends. I usually do as I’m told, don’t flagrantly disobey rules, and I try hard to please people. I retrace my steps in my mind, searching for the slip — the fall — that landed me here, on this cool, clammy table, wearing not much more than a requisite thin gown.
A crisp knock on the heavy wooden door to the exam room startles me, bringing my attention back to my predicament at hand. After
Skyfire Round TwoSky had to admit that if you looked at Stillsworth from the proper angle, it could be considered a beautiful city. The high buildings seemed intent on touching the yellowing sky as the sun set, the colors spilling over places she had been, places she was going to go, and where she assumed the other participants would be found. The varying colors from her post perched on the tall wall allowed her to see the color casting shadows on every object, creating a picture of stillness and beauty. On the inside of the wall she faced, she could all the different buildings lined up next to each other, creating a slightly mismatched illusion of habitance. If she hadn’t spent the last several hours trudging through the sand and vents, Sky might be inclined to fall prey to the illusion. However, she was here for a simple reason; to deal with this virus as soon as possible, and then retrieve Lucas.Skyfire Round Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The redhead leaned back on her hands, legs hanging off of the wall as she looked up, pocky hanging
From Within: Part FourRosie awoke on a cold, steel floor. Rosie immediately attempted to get up, but she felt overwhelmed by fatigue. She tried to remember how where she was, but her memories were fractured and vague, like objects surrounded by a dense fog. It was like waking up from a deep sleep and, for a few minutes, forgetting all aspects of life and reality.From Within: Part Four8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As Rosie tried to piece together her memories, she heard voices in the room.
You never told me there was a girl in there! said one young, male voice. His voice reminded her of Piper, whose memory caused the events of Hamelin to emerge from the fog.
You seem to forget it is not your place to judge the methods of the Shepherd, said a deeper voice, whom Rosie instantly formed a dislike for. It is only by blind luck that he has found a use for you. You should be thankful that he allowed you to live, Blue
There was a short pause.
Im not thankful, said Blue, sadly, because I dont consider