Salt-A 'Watchmen' ficRorschach was never much of a talker; barely ever spoke in full sentences, either. He'd been that way for as long as anyone could remember. He claimed it was because he didn't like to waste time with "unnecessary" words, and it made interrogating the scumbags of New York a much, much simpler process. No one ever outspokenly complained about Rorschach's bluntness and lack of speech, mainly since it didn't bother them. The Comedian, however, due to his hot-headed personality, tended to get bothered very easily when something...or someone...rubbed him the wrong way. One certain confrontation between them that took place nearly could have brought an end to both of the heroes' lives.Salt-A 'Watchmen' fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It all happened one day during 'superhero lunchtime', as Captain Metropolis had dubbed it...
The Comedian glanced up from his paper plate of rather stale ham, and glared menacingly at Rorschach, who had his mask pulled up high enough to reveal
Death Note HSM CrossoverDeath Note HSM Crossover7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Light: I dont wanna go to the party! I wanna eat potato chips and write in my notebook!
Soichiro and Sachiko: You should go. Maybe youll find someone who laughs like an insane maniac and writes weird.
LATER AT THE PARTY!
Light: I suddenly decide I like you as a friend because you can sing.
Takada: Hi! I transferred here!
Light: Even though I remember exactly who she is, I have to check my cell phone, because I forgot you can get detention calling in the middle of class.
Mello, Misa, L, and Halle: Were all conveniently in detention with you, Light!
AT THE SIGNUP SHEET!
Light: Takada! How nice to suddenly run into you at this conveniently placed sign up sheet!
Takada: Lets talk so the plot can develop!
Misa: Shes obviously interested because shes standing near the sign up sheet! Im so smart! Right Mello?
Misa: AGREE WITH ME DAMMIT!
Mello: O-okay.*God! Shes scary!*
Last Living SoulsThere was something about churches that reminded him vaguely of a tomb.Last Living Souls5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With this one in particular, it probably had something to do with the interior. Cold, gray stone looped above him in graceful arcs, towering to heights that he couldn't help but find impressive. Morning sunlight filtered in through stained glass windows, the light still not quite able to choke away the cobwebs and shadows in the corners. Glittering chandeliers hung from the ceiling, unable to take away from the sort of strange brilliance that came from the gleaming cross at the front of the sanctuary.
Perhaps it was this, or perhaps it was the air of the church itself. He wasn't entirely sure what to call it, really. There was a sense of melancholy to the place, an air of things forgotten, of remembered funerals and the sobs of those broken at the alter. At the same time, however, there was also an air of joy, a sense of freedom that perhaps represented peace. Regardless of what it was, it was interesting at least.
The 27 ClubBrian Jones. Jimmi Hendrix. Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain. Popular, influential musicians with one terrible common factor; they'd all died at the ripe old age of 27. Musicians, who, at their peak, in the prime years of their life, had been cut down by one catastrophic realization: mortality.The 27 Club5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
27 is the age where one thinks they are immortal, invincible, and can take on the world in a fight of the ages and come out grinning. A sort of quest that every rock star wants to accomplish, amplified by that 'live fast, die young' code of being. It was something Luce Worth had pressed onto himself ever since he was old enough to understand what 'Forever 27' meant.
Growing old was not something that appealed to the young Luce Worth. The very notion that one day he may not be able to take care of himself was appalling, sickening, and was quite simply not on his agenda. He took refuge in knowing that other people, people he idolized, felt the same, and rather than face that kind of futu
Let Me Taste Your SkittlesLet Me Taste Your Skittles5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"When I grow up I want to be a fireman." Little Bobby Bryar's voice floated through the small circle of children, everyone's eager eyes on him. He enjoyed the attention, especially the attention of one little boy sitting on the opposite side of the circle.
The young boy was named Frank Iero, though he insisted everyone called him Frankie. However, there was one point in time where he went through a stage in which he ordered everyone to refer to him as Princess Frankie the Third. But that stage has long since passed.
Now he was sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce, staring out the window with a dazed look on his face. A bird was cleaning its wings on a tree branch, and he watched it intently.
The circle continued to the next young boy, Raymond Toro. "Well, when I was really little, like 4, I wanted to be a astronaut, but I know that they don't even get real food and plus they can't control when they float, which is almost always all the time, so I think maybe I don't want to be
ParadoxWarning! This is a deathfic! read at your own risk of depression/tears!Paradox5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Conrad was having a terrible, terrible night. No, seriously, it was really, really bad. First, the sun was coming up and he was nowhere near home, and second, his car broke down, so he had to run home, and he was not an athlete.
Nonetheless, he was jogging down the road, passing rows of houses at three o'clock in the morning. Most of them had their lights off, but a few houses here and there had some light from either a room or a television, and there was one house where the television was so loud that Conrad could easily hear the Chinese drama that was playing without even having to hone his senses. There was also another house where a couple was having an argument, and Conrad felt terrible for their daughter, who he could hear sniffling with his senses. That particular house caused him to stop and sigh dejectedly before continuing, reminding him of his own broken
What is Frerard?"Junk, junk, junk, junk- urgh, Ryan!"What is Frerard?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Frank looked up from Pansy. "What's up, Gee?"
"You know how Ryan searches through fanfictions for ones of him and Bendon now they're back together and... Acts them out?" he grimaced. "Well, the little bitch has discovered "Frerard" and keeps sending me them every fucking day. I swear, Pete needs to control his fucking kids better," Gerard complained.
"Uh... You do know they aren't actually HIS kids, right?" Frank leaned over the edge of the couch.
"Well, what are they? His nephews or something?"
Frank sighed in defeat. "Yeah... What's Frerard anyway?"
"It's what the fans call it when we... When they write stuff about... us. You know, like, being... together," he mumbled awkwardly.
"Like, me and...?" Frank wiggled his finger in the space between him and Gerard, who nodded. "Oh."
"I'm putting them in my Junk folder, obviously, he's worse than Mikey!"
"I heard that!" A voice from the kitchenette called over the sound of the kettle boiling. Again.
All The Things She Said Adommy All the Things She SaidAll The Things She Said Adommy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I panted, excitement running though my veins as we got off stage. I didn't know how much I missed this, but my body seemed to adore the screaming crowds and the fans and Adam. Adam was my reason for staying even living though this life. I grabbed my water bottle from backstage drinking slowly letting the water drip down my parched mouth. It felt refreshing my bass leaning against the wall in the backstage, I was tired. It took a lot out of me to perform in front of thousands of fans, even more not to jump Adam. It had been only three months since he began sharing hushed whispers with me on stage, and teasing me, but it was so risky.
The media wanted t
Wammy's House-Matt+MelloCh. 1Wammy's House-Matt+Mello7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The door to the class room opened again. Another new kid. L sure needed a lot of genius-insane-killer children assistents, Mello thought to himself. He studied Matt who sat next to him. He was, of course, playing his gameboy in his desk, completely ignoring the new addition to Wammy's. Although Matt didn't pay heed, Mello did his best to at least glance up to see the new student.
Strange, Mello thought.
Weirdly in sync, Matt looked up as well.
The child was indeed a teen, probably the same age as them, and she was TALL. Slender too. Like a model, with stature that exicuted her looks. But that wasn't the most noticeble feature. Was was strange was her hair. It was a peach color and some how
The World Is UglyThe World Is Ugly4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dirty streets, covered in sticky mud and clouded with car exhaust. Old buildings, bricks and shingles falling off all the time, looking like they're about to crumble to the ground and fade into the forgotten dust. People running past, not seeing, not caring, wrapped and consumed in their own lives and problems. Criminals in dark alleys, ready to dart out and snatch away the possessions of any vulnerable character passing by. Men lying in the gutters of the city, some dead or bleeding out, some too drunk to stand on their feet.
But down those streets, and past those buildings, and through those crowds of people, and ahead of those alleys, and beyond those gutter men
Scuffed red sneakers, frayed skinny jeans, baggy tee shirt. Curled hair, the colour of onyx and softer than a cloud in the summer sky. Warm hazel eyes, framed gracefully by smoky black lashes; gaze shooting straight to the core. Calloused fingers knotting tightly and so flawlessly with my own. Beautiful, intricate t
Liar - PreviewThe first time they mixed blood and groping, it was all the rain's fault.Liar - Preview5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thick, gray storm clouds had been camped over the city for days, rumbling menacingly with the promise of rain but never delivering. Conrad, pacing his apartment like a trapped and starving animal, had forced himself to go get blood from Worth, convinced he could make it before it actually started coming down. He was wrong.
He was about halfway to the alley when, with a crack of thunder that he could swear actually shook the ground, it abruptly started pouring.
Shitshitshit. Like he wasn't freezing enough already. He scrambled to the doorway of an apartment complex and pressed up under the overhang. He'd thought to bring an umbrella a bright, canary yellow one that had been a gift from Hanna and turned out to be the only one he owned but, of course, the wind had picked up. So it was raining fucking sideways, heavy sheets of freezing water that would blow right up under the thin plastic.
Arms Raised High: one-shot"in the middle of a gun fight " The lyrics ran through my head, as I took another little kid out, only to be shot by their pack of friends.Arms Raised High: one-shot5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"damn it!" I heard frank curse "They all come in herds!"
I saw Ray duck around the corner, he was the only one who seemed be free of the little Monsters. He smiled when he saw me and pointed, all the kids who were attacking Frank converged on ME.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!" I shouted and ran, He bribed them, the mother fucker bribed them.
I grabbed my laser rifle and held it tight, It was to late for me to fight back, there were to many of them, my only chance of getting out of this place with a decent score was to get away.
I turned a corner and slammed into someone. "oh God I'm so sorry!" I said breathlessly.
"Gee are you alright?" I heard Mikey ask, and realized He was the one I had ran into
"I'm Going to kill Ray!" I wheezed
I heard him laugh softly, "their coming ba
BlackoutIm going to kill someone.Blackout7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Does someone have a flashlight?
Baby cakes! I cant see
Tell me about it. Toad! You dead?
Pietro, will you check the fuse box?
Why not you? Go!
Make Blob go.
We could make Todd go.
Sweetums, Im startin ta think you wanna git ridda me!
Whatever gave you that idea?
Todd should go check the fuse box. He can see in the dark, so it makes sense
Blob that was oddly insightful.
Shut up, Pietro.
You mean that little worm can see in the dark?
Yeah didnt you know?
Wammy's House Matt+Mello Ch.4Ch.4Wammy's House Matt+Mello Ch.47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
CLASS A, GO TO THE LOBBY.Shouted a speaker at the corner of the room.
"Stuff's here,"Matt said jumping up. Everyone filled out of the room. Class A was made up of many ages. Sky, Matt, Mello were about the average age of the class. The youngest being Near, only 13 while the rest were 15 and above.
"Matt!" yelled one of the attendants who was passing out packages. He squeezed through the croud to the front.
"Halo,"Matt said coming back, waving a half open package.
"Wow, how'd you get that?"Sky asked.
"My dad's a computer tech. owner, don't talk to him much but i'm aload to use his money.I try not to, but this was a must have,"he said.
"Mello!"yelled another attendant. He brought back a revolver with a rose etched in it's side.
Here Without YouHere Without You9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jareth sat on his throne, one leg draped carelessly over the arm. He propped his head up on his left hand and stared at the slovenly creatures that filled a great deal of the room. They were disgusting. A good portion of the ale the dirty beasts were consuming was lying on the floor, having missed their mouths.
With a small gesture, the leisurely figure on the throne disappeared, as he had long ago grown bored with the antics of his "subjects." Fractions of a second later he reached his destination. He stood in one of the many corners of the Escher room. Jareth's thoughts were drawn back to what had taken place nearly a year ago. The beautiful, stubborn, childish girl had not only left the Labyrinth with her brother, but his heart as well.
The room had originated as an illusion. Most of the castle was an illusion while there were mortals running the Labyrinth. It was a trick meant to confuse them. He gave them something they believed to be familiar and changed it. All of the right answ
Sand Sibs Adventures HalloweenAdventures of the Sand Siblings!Sand Sibs Adventures Halloween6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Aren't we too old to trick-or-treat?" Gaara asked from his position on the living room couch.
Kankuro was sitting on the floor in front of him playing a video game, "Says the youngest," Kankuro snorted, "But I know that scaring people is the best part of trick-or-treating!"
Temari threw a piece of candy at Kankuro's head, "This might be the last year we can do this and it's the only time Gaara gets to go out and people wont even notice that it's him," she stated before throwing another piece of candy at Gaara's head, "And you! I wasn't suggesting trick-or-treating, I was about to say that since we already bought plenty of candy, that we could go to the Halloween party instead."
Gaara said nothing as he found the candy she threw at him and began eating it. Kankuro paused his game and turned to her with a grin, "I guess I'd be up for that, are your friends going be there?" he said in a perverted way, not even trying to hide his
forbidden-axel x roxas Roxas awoke from his slumber and looked around.He could feel Axel's arm wrapped around his abdomen as they both lay on the couch.Roxas drew in a shuddering breath as he slid out of Axel's grip and stood before him.He bent over and softly kissed Axel's soft cheek,and quietly stroked his raging-red hair.forbidden-axel x roxas8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A tear rolled down Roxas' face as he silently opened the living room window and crawled into the darkness.He ran as fast as he could,his shoes slamming against the sidewalk.Hot tears rolled down his face,streaming into his dirty-blonde locks.
Roxas was forbidden to love Axel.He knew that.It was Namine who he was supposed to love,just because she was Kairi's nobody,and Roxas was Sora's.
But that's not fucking fair! Roxas thought angrily.Why did he need to love Namine? He didn't care that he was 'supposed' to.But that was it;he was supposed to.
Roxas wiped the tears away from
Devil Went Down To PortlandAUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy Birthday, AutobotVierge!Devil Went Down To Portland7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jazz gave an ecstatic whoop as the final notes of "Free Bird" died away, hefting the guitar-shaped controller into the air as if displaying a battle trophy. The gesture earned a round of enthusiastic applause from his audience, both human and mech, and he grinned brightly. Sunshine, music, an appreciative audience, and an afternoon off -- that was a recipe for a perfect day right there in his book.
"Rock on, Jazz!" Sideswipe shouted, holding up his index and pinkie fingers in a gesture he'd picked up from the humans. "You are THE King of the Strings!"
"Naw, I can't take all th' credit," Jazz said dismissively. "Blaster, he's th' true Guitar Hero. I just learned from th' best."
"Well, Blaster ain't here," Sideswipe pointed out. "So you're the Great Jedi Fret-Master!"
"If you're done running your mouth, tomato-boy, it's my turn," Sunstreaker grumped, extending
The Tale of the Sexy AxelOnce upon a time, in the world of tomorrow, there was a purple trailer. In that trailer lived a viciously violent, sexified pyromaniac named Axel. He lived in that trailer, with only the company of Giovanni the incredibly moody, manically depressed goldfish.The Tale of the Sexy Axel8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
One day, Axel got up, wandered to the fridge, and consumed a placid breakfast of ominous frosted flakes.
He smiled sluggishly at Tony the Tiger, pensively drawing a little top hat on his head and a terse moustache on his face, with his favourite dainty purple magic marker.
SUDDENLY! The fashion police arrived on the scene, in a huge shrivelled pimpmobile. Yes, that same pimpmobile used by Princess Peach in the almighty Mario Kart Double Dash. Out of the pimpmobile hopped Waluigi and Baby Luigi. They raced over to Axel.
"DUDE! That leather body suit of yours is so yesterday! You need an upgrade! Right, Baby Lui?"
Baby Luigi would've answered, had he not been a baby, incapable of forming discreet, intelligent sentences ... just like
HiNaBN: To sleep... It was tranquil and relatively dark and Hanna's soft and oh-so-human breathing was the only distraction from the silence in the room. His inhaling and exhaling and his heartbeat and his breathy sleeptalking were the most beautiful sounds ever heard by the ears of undead or human, or so it would have liked to have been thought. Hanna turned over in his sleep, clutching a pillow to his chest, arms wrapped around it almost desperately, eyes squeezed shut, clawing, whimpering, shuddering.HiNaBN: To sleep...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something had to be done about it, but calming Hanna down after a nightmare was not the easiest thing to accomplish, especially if Hanna woke up before the vision had run its maleficent course. It was not as easy, as, say, placing a cool hand on a warm forehead with an almost rehearsed simplicity and murmuring just-as-warm reassurances. The reassurances sounded like little zephyrs blowing lazily through August trees: breathy, ec
dreaming harry x draco?He waits before the front door. He listenes. He hears footsteps coming to the door. The door opens. Large emerald-green eyes welcome him. The green-eyed boy grabds his arm and pulls with such strenght that they both land on the flour, and on each other. They looked in each others eyes, lips only inches away. Heads drawing closer by each breath they take. when they were so close that they could kiss. He said ''Harry ... ''?dreaming harry x draco7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Draco opens his eyes ?What the fuck was that !?
Still wondering what the dream was about, he got up, got dressed and went to breakfast. When he entered the Great Hall. He's eyes immediately shot to the Griffindor- table. Watching while a certain somebody smiled and stoof to leave.
Harry walked slowly to the door, Draco's eyes still following him. Harry glared at him. '' What's with you, Malfoy?'' he asked. '' Oh! Just sod off Potter! '' he shot at him. Harry rolled his eyes. '' Whatever'', and he walked out of the great hall, turning his back at Draco. DRaco walked
Return to Labyrinth-MeetingThe rain came from the sky in an endless wave of water, hitting the pavement with a sound like a waterfall. Toby Williams sat at his desk, head propped in his hands. He was extremely bored. All of his homework was finished, his books read and shelved, and the lightning made it impossible to turn on his computer.Return to Labyrinth-Meeting9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, he heard a soft thud outside. A fork of lightning illuminated a dark form perched on the windowsill. The silhouette of a cat was pressed against the window, edging it open slowly. Toby jumped up and opened the window for it. It promptly fell weakly to the floor.
Something on the window brought Toby's attention away from the cat for a moment. A dark substance dripped down from where the cat had pushed the glass. Toby leaned closer and the sky was again lighted by lightning, turning the substance red . . .
He shut the window quickly, hoping that the rain would wash it away. He turned his attention back to the cat, but the cat was no longer there. Instead,
You Know Youre From the 90sYou Know Youre from the 90s WhenYou Know Youre From the 90s6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. You remember Face from Nick Jr.
2. You know Nick from the Backstreet Boys and Aaron Carter are related.
3. You remember when Britney Spears actually had talent and hair.
4. You have a Backstreet Boys fetish.
5. You remember when multi-colored jeans were popular.
6. You thought you were cool because you had 30 seconds of music on your miniclip.
7. Your Giga Pet died.
8. You had one of those robot dogs with the multi-colored ears.
9. You read Captain Underpants.
10. You used to hum Bye Bye Bye when you walked down the street.
11. You wore Clogs.
12. You wore Mary-Kate and Ashley.
13. Two words: Lisa Frank.
14. You remember Flubber.
15. You watched Bananas in Pajamas.
16. You had a Furbie.
17. Rollerblading was cool.
18. You had a Nintendo 64.
19. You remember the original GameBoy Color.
20. You used to say Aiiight.
21. If someone said something ridiculous you said As if!
CnDP - Into Her Own HandsCnDP - Into Her Own Hands5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Into Her Own Hands
When the men in funny yellow suits first dragged Hope out of the alley and off to their base, she had (she is sorry to say) cried a lot. In her defense, shed had a trying daysneaking off with Wade so that he could show her his swords had somehow turned into Wade slicing yellow-suit-guys to ribbons because they shot at him so they could get his jeans, and Wade was forgetting a lot, and then the yellow-suit-guys grabbed her and shot him in the back of the head.
They were already halfway to the yellow-suit-guy secret base before she remembered that Wade would probably be okay, because Nathan had shot him in the head a bunch and he always got better. After that, she managed to pull herself together and stop crying.
At the base, the yellow-suit-guys introduced her to their leader, some floating giant-head-guy who turned out to be Mo from Wades phone call. He was very condascending to her, which made her very