Just Add Wings: Chapter 1Day 1: 10 + 4=...20?Just Add Wings: Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Minamimoto Sho was killed in a gunfight on September 12 just one week before the start of his final year of high school. To some, this would be a blessing. To Sho it was a cause of frustration since hed been counting down the days to another math-packed year of school. No one loved math more then Minamimoto, self-declared math-king of Shibuya High, so naturally he was kind of ticked off by the whole dying business.
It was then, standing in the middle of Shibuyas Scramble Crossing that it occurred to Sho that he should be able to be pissed since he was, well...dead. But he still had two arms, legs, eyes, a mouth, and there we no sign of the wound in his chest that had taken his life...
It was then that his cell phone rang and it was here that our story begins...
...What the hell? Sho stared blankly at his phonedecorated with little silver numbers and
Annoying Things Part 1General Ways to Annoy PeopleAnnoying Things Part 17 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Accuse people of "glue sniffing addictions" in public.
2. Add blank entries to a list, to make it look like it's longer.
3. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way".
4. After visiting the local donut shop, sit on the floor cross-legged and insist in a childish
voice that you haven't received enough chocolate sprinkles.
5. Announce when you're going to the bathroom.
6. Answer every question with another question. As soon as one of you says a statement instead of a question, shout "I win!".
7. Any time a member of the opposite sex tries to talk to you, hold your hand up to prevent them from saying anything and say, "Look, I know what you're going to ask me... For the last time, no, I will NOT go out with you."
8. Arrive at a meeting late, say you're sorry, but you didn't have time for lunch, and you're going to be nibbling during the meeting. Then eat raw potatoes.
9. As much as possible,
someday i will build a walli am still jealous of watersomeday i will build a wall8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rivulets and crescents of your palm
while your skin mimics an ocean;
but as soon as you start to take it
it slips, slides, trickles
it will be held,
bending to fit the poetry
of your hands,
we gathered around your hospital
bed and if i closed my eyes i could pretend
it was thanksgiving,
when the house is gold
and our hands are
pinked like bent and pale knees;
and we clasped our hands across
our nipples and you look up
and wave to god like he is
coming for you, and we touch
our nails to our chins and
make new freckles on
our skin. it withers,
lost to a sea of blood too quick
for your veins, and
as if your heart is already
i liked you better
when i could take your head in my hands
and hold it like a coin,
and your curls would fall around and
mash against me, and my palms would
be made of silvery thread and
thick skin for the rest of the day;
and when i opened m
AliceAlice11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wanted to know so I asked the Cat,
His maddenning grin all to be seen,
I wanted to know of Alice there,
I wanted to follow where she'd been,
He said not a word,
Yet in silent cold voice,
A shattered looking glass was my choice,
My hand slit upon the shattered glass sill,
And in the darkness my body lay still,
Then through the pureness of darkness embrace,
A maddenning grin spread across my sweet face,
And I saw what I'd searched for and sought for so long,
Through the eyes of a Cheshire whos mind had gone wrong,
The skies they are crimson,
The heather is black,
Red knights before me,
Cards at my back,
Yet grin did not falter,
Sanity had no place,
As I felt the warm trickle of blood on my face,
A scream of madness tore through the night,
Alice enraged what a terrible sight!
Shower of hatred and rage in her wake,
Her mind gone to hell for all Wonderlands sake,
And soon I ran after,
To the beckoning call,
The battle had ended,
The Red Queen had fall,
But then it all faded,
Something There -Chapter One-I hate parties. Dilan thought with a sour expression. Watching as Ansem the Wises guests flittered about, drinking and gossiping to one another only served to ruffle his feathers further. The third apprentice had never really enjoyed large social events like this. Give him a glass of wine and a good book at home and he was content.Something There -Chapter One-8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Standing beside him Even sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Braig is doing his pirate impression again honestly, ever since that Heartless took his eye, hes acted like more of a buffoon. Behind them Ansem chuckled, laying a hand on Dilans right shoulder and Evens left.
Dont be unkind, Even. Its simply his way of coping with his loss and you must admit its better than having him sulk around the laboratory all day, now isnt it?
At least if hed sulk we wouldnt have to deal with Aargh, matey, where be the Bunsen burners? all da
Like Twilight? Don't Read.After walking out of the Twilight movie (an adaptation of a best-selling book that resulted in a cult following of fangirls, teenies and wannabe Mrs. Edward Cullens) I was struck with a horrendous and barely comprehendible thought.Like Twilight? Don't Read.7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Vampires are we know them have ceased to exist.
Gone are the days where supernatural creatures of the night wore long capes, hid fangs, got staked and were deathly scared of a common kitchen ingredient. Goodbye Dracula, you were great while you lasted.
Now they fall in love with teenage girls, act severely bipolar, kill fuzzy little cute animals that are completely innocent, and even sparkle in the sun, just like an ADD kids collection of shiny objects.
So, this movie, you may wonder. If its based on a book that has girls screaming around the world and boys wanting to rip their own brains out through their nostrils, it must be good, right?
You could not be more wrong.
I seriously cannot stress how completely wrong you are.
Hogwarts ch1 I appsolutly hate having to be schooled. Though Dumbledore promised me a good education, that my wings wouldn't be a bother. I had very large heavy 'Angelic' wings. I could place them in my back like a tattoo, but they're still so long and large that the end-feathers pass my waist onto my bottom. I was able to live with humans, but I was miserable. That's when Ms.McGonagal and Pro. Dumbledore found me. They told me it would be a tough year because the ministry would be watching the school, but I didn't ask why.Hogwarts ch16 years ago in Teen More Like This
I told the professor that I'd be there on the first day. I had a suit case packed with everything I had and I was welcome to get medical help from both the Med staff and a... Hagrid? Magic creatures teacher... I had my wings in and had been ready five minutes before bording the Hogwarts train. I had a Bearded Dragon as a pet... but the thing is... it was in fact, Magical. It even breathed fire. I
The World Ends With YouI awake with a start to another boring day.The World Ends With You8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Talking to no one I walk along the streets of this unfamiliar land.
I start when I notice the pin on my chest; whats with this skull?
Reach 104, fail and face erasure. The Reapers What is this hoax?
I hear a jingle in my pockets, metal on metal. More of those mysteries.
A sudden pain on my palm, what is this timer?
Something tells me that this is more than an ordinary hoax
The noise of the streets becomes deafening, where are these things coming from?
The laughter of these people so blissfully unaware.
Unaware that the game of the Reapers is on around them.
These things that affect them covertly, I dont know what to do!
THE WORLD ENDS WITH YOU.
GalactusJe me délecte des forêts, des îlesGalactus8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
La saveur du péché originel
Tel les étoiles, je file
Vers mon destin éternel
Je suis Galactus
Le dévoreur de mondes
Je suis impetus
Je voyage comme une onde
À la recherche de mondes commestibles
Guidé par l'étrange Surfeur d'Argent
J'ai toujours ce besoin de combustible
Toutes ces planètes m'attirent comme des aimants.
The Motorhome DiariesOk, so I'm not too sure about this whole thing. This must be another trick my parents are using. Are they still trying to get my head to absorb the whole philosophy of 'The original is always worth more than the copy'? Are they attempting to corrupt my bliss in the commercialism of Easter? Is this some plot to undermine the normality of my childhood?The Motorhome Diaries10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I am standing here, barefoot on the linoleum flooring, anxiously attempting to catch a glimpse of the contents of my aluminum Easter pot. So many kids celebrate on Easter morning by going to see what life changing surprises are lurking under the sea of pastel-colored grass floating around in their Easter baskets. I should have realized by now, clad in cheetah pajama's, in a motorhome campground somewhere in Arizona, that I am not the stereotypical 10-year-old, that celebrates Easter 'normally'. Instead, I am the poster child of difference. Ok, well not quite that radical, but I am my parent's guinea-pig of their theory on building a child'
Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan...The biggest star is facing me,Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Greeting every day with a smile.
The sun in whom I confide in, truly:
There for me in my every trial.
(He told me a story yesterday,
My wings around him tight:
He told me all he had to say:
All was cool, I convinced him, and everything alright...
Enclosing you in my wings,
I whisper to God our oath:
A compilation of all sorts of things,
Known only to us both.
God smiles, of His blessing making us aware:
Laughing heartily at all the secrets you and I have shared.
Jonathan and David: my Jonathan, to Jonathan you I compare!
Forever! Best friends; Best friends we are declared!
I am an IdeaI am an idea and nothing more,I am an Idea8 years ago in Open More Like This
at the moment I just have to sit and wait,
until someone decides to take a chance on this idea,
and then the idea will hatch and float away,
but until then I remain only an idea,
an idea that people want but fear to grasp,
for the idea can scare people or intimidate them away.
So here I am an idea in the world,
waiting to be recognized for what I truly am,
I have been caressed and warmed,
but never have I left the shell of the idea that I am,
for no one has warmed the idea enough,
to break it free,
and only time will tell when this idea will hatch.
So until that time arises,
I wait for the day I will be freed.