RememberingtheForgotten...Ch25Remembering the ForgottenRememberingtheForgotten...Ch257 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Ellipsis the Great
DISCLAIMER: Kingdom Hearts and everything affiliated with it belongs to SquareEnix and Disney. All I own is the plot although the original idea came from orangediscords one-shot Left Behind. Also, the idea for the relocation of the Queens soul comes from a book called Golem in the Gears by Piers Anthony. And the idea for the ritual is some sort of weird merger of my own ideas with ideas from the movies The Brothers Grimm and Thirteen Ghosts.
Summary: Sometimes, I thought I was the only person who remembered him eventual Seiner, other pairings unknown.
Spoilers: Takes place after Kingdom Hearts II; I dunno how much of the plot will be included.
Warnings: Yaoi and some angst. More warnings later if needed.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Finis (end)
Would you do the whole thing all over again, knowing what you know now, knowing what you knew then?
my personal love triangle.i know that if i wanted to i could stop everything and fall apart, i could tell the ground to stop falling out from under me and the sky to stop sending clouds. i can hear the snoring of the minds around me and at times all i want to do is shout "wake up! pleasefortheloveofgod, wake up!"my personal love triangle.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
but none of them will listen.
i try my best, but my best is not enough. i am not pure. i am not sure what i am. i not sure what i even want to be.
there is a boy twenty feet away from me that a year ago today i would have died for. thirty feet in another direction there is a boy that two years ago gave me my first dose of the drug known as "heartbreak". it is an addictive substance.
i cut the anklet off. i still instinctively cringe when i take off tight jeans, trying not to snag the string. then i think about how strange it is that the reason i'm so sad has nothing to do with you.
i hope that you're okay. i didn't have time to change things before i left to relive past glory, so i still get cl
Just DanceHere's to a moment of nostalgia. I'm skimming through pages of ballet terminology and admiring the pictures associated with the movements. I find myself drawn to the faces of each ballerina. Some seem to be in no pain, as though the movement they are captured creating is second nature. Others don't hide the pain quite so well, and my heart reaches out to them. I long to tell them that it's okay not to be prefect, and that all that matters is the beauty of the art they create and the story they portray. But they know better. I know better.Just Dance6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My brain is suddenly racked with invading memories I've kept stashed away and hidden for so long. As painful as they are, I succumb to the invasion. I've returned to that day in the hospital. I still vividly remember my conversation with a ballerina from the San Francisco Ballet. She spoke of her once-successful ballet career, and as I listened with much intensity I could not grasp why she didn't miss it. She didn't miss dance. She stated without hesi
Heaven is in SectionsHeaven is in Sections6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Heaven is in Sections
A Short Story By: PTLX
Judy died on a Tuesday.
This particular Tuesday wasn't anything special-no different from the thousands of other Tuesdays she had lived through-except in the fact that it's the Tuesday she died.
Judy was thirty-four, and had been a reasonably devout Presbyterian since converting from Judaism five years previous to when this story begins. Her father left her mother before she was born, and her mother died after seeing her graduate from high school. She didn't go to college. Instead, she worked at a small diner on Fourth Street for a few years, then upgraded to a nice restaurant on Pine Avenue. As far as she was aware her only family was her pet lizard, Chocko, and maybe the stray cat that perched on her windowsill and watched her eat a medium meat lover's pizza on Saturday nights.
Judy hated that cat, and christened it Liam one Saturday after a particularly messy break-up with her now ex-boyfriend of the same name.
Liam was, of course, not ar