Home is Where the Heart IsHome means different things to different people... To River...Home is Where the Heart Is3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River Song sat and swung in the Tardis repair swing under the console. She leaned back and watched the Doctor dashing around the console up above her, calibrating systems and talking to himself. Wild dramatic gestures and squeaky shoes as he pivoted on the glass.
The throbbing of the Tardis engines were a soothing background hum. The vibrations translating down the swing straps to give her a tingly subsonic massage. She leaned back and forward, gently setting the sling swinging, in the snug cubbyhole under the Tardis.
She could hear the inaudible mumblings of the Tardis in the back of her head. The sounds indistinct, but comforting, like a mother singing to her unborn child.
River tilted her head back, stretching almost flat out in the swing, her hair falling behind her, feeling contentment roll over her.
Home meant different things to different people. To her, it meant the throbbing heart of her "mother"
LycanthropeLycanthrope6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lust for flesh
My skin, ripping and tearing
As new life breaks forth
It takes control
I lose myself to the wolf
The carcus of a dead creature
I gorge myself on it organs
The taste of blood
It fills my mouth
I finish feasting
Hearing screams of horror
Instincts have their way
It takes my flesh
Devours my soul
The moon in full
I've lost control
The wolf within me
Begs for more meat
I call out
With a deafening howl
Who shares my curse
CanadaxReader: Arms EPILOGUE"Aah, finally. Why do you have so much stuff, Matthew?" I asked, as Matthew set the last box down on the floor.CanadaxReader: Arms EPILOGUE3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"H-hey, ______, don't whine. H-half this stuff is yours!"
"Less than that, surely," I fake-pouted, sticking out my lower lip.
"Ah well. W-wow, I can't believe it. We we're home now, eh?" he asked softly. I stared at the empty, unpainted hallway of our new house.
"Yeah, we are " I replied quietly. There were a few moments of silence, then I leaped up and glomped Canada with all my might.
"W-woah, ______! Be careful! You know, the kid "
Elefant Chapter 1The tour had last couple month already and everything was like ever before: play and perform, get drunk, fuck, get really drunk, feel like an army of elephants had ran you over the next morning. It was a whole lot of fun with the guys, but it wasn't the same with him. It was nothing that he would've not notice me or he would avoid getting contact with me, but we just couldn't be so open now with the guys around.Elefant Chapter 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But still I just loved touring, all the adrenal that bursts into your veins when the huge crowd cheers at you, all six of us, when next to you one plays with a huge flamethrower, when you feel extremely exhausted and get woken up by a striking shot of tequila, when he decides he's bored and walks to my end of the stage, to bother me with something fun
"Hey, what'cha dreaming? Give me that coffee if you're not gonna drink it". This tired little pissed sounding male voice shook me off my thoughts and I lowered my gaze to my nearly full coffee mug. The coffee had already got
Remember MeWhen I die,Remember Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
remember who I was,
not who I could have been
InterimTell me, my son,Interim4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For whom the banshee crows.
And stinging slash,
Against our fearless foes.
In our hearts, we feel the pain,
Of a dying mothers sorrow.
But in our blades, we forge again,
Towards a free tomorrow.
Sing the songs, cry the tears,
The loss of our dearest friends.
Beasts of dark and shadows,
Have brought about their ends.
Light shines upon thee son,
Your sword ringing true.
For I giveth all I have to thee,
My dying breath for you.
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 12 END FINALE(NO FLUFFINESS DON'T SHOOT ME!!!!)Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 12 END FINALE3 years ago in Horror More Like This
When you woke up, sometime late at night, Ivan was there, sitting on the bed, watching you, the moon shining down on your face. You still clutched the sunflower in your hand.
"You're back " you mumbled, guiltily happy. "And Feli Ludwig ?"
"They're not in the house anymore. The police was still unable to identify the murderer. The only thing they know for a fact is that it was the same person's doing."
"I That was It was just so ho-horrible, and at my place, too... There There won't be anymore murders, I hope "
Ivan stared at you, a hint of darkness in those bewitching eyes. "Lovino and Antonio are gone."
You stared, dumbfounded. "ReReally?" you said in a small voice.
"Yes." The darkness in his eyes grew more profound. "There will not be any more murders, I think. After tonight, at least."
"How How do you know?" An unexplainable fear started to grip your body, but nothing was going to happen; this was
Those Summer Nights chapter 1Paul lay awake, listening to the night sounds of the city carried through the window on the warm summer breeze...and the sounds of loud snoring from beside him. He sighed.Those Summer Nights chapter 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Till.." he whispered, nudging the larger man's shoulder. Nothing but more snoring.
"Till!" he tried again, shoving a little hard, this time elicting a small snort.
Paul couldn't help but giggle as Till swatted at the air and mumbled in his sleep.
"No..i said taco's ...." Till mumbled, flopping over onto his stomach, snoring a little louder.
Paul smiled and shook his head. That man was even thinking about eating in his sleep. But cuteness aside..he had to get some sleep.
"Alright Till..you asked for it.." Paul said, picking up a pillow and making a sound like cocking a gun.
"BOOM HEADSHOT!" he yelled, cracking Till hard over the back of the head.
"OW!" Till yelped, jumping up and tangling himself in the sheets in the process."What'd i do? what's goin' on?
Paul laughed and rolled around on the bed.Till just watched hi
Fight Fire with Fire?Fight fire with fire? A little thing about the reactions to art theft.Fight Fire with Fire?4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Yeah, art theft is annoying and disrespectful, but I find it horrifying the way people respond to them now, the way people mob at someone without giving them a chance to have a say. Sometimes they just don't understand the rules and a little explanation is in order. But if a group of people is raging at them after they haven't been on to even reply to the original request and find an inbox full of rude hate mail, they become defensive and rude right back and that gets no one anywhere.
We against art theft should not become a lynch mob unless the offender brings out the heavy guns. We should not be the ones to start the fight unless the offender is blatantly disrespectful. DA is a place about respect, and while it may seem as though someone doesn't care about that and post work that isn't theirs take into consideration that they may not understand. How many of us really read the ToU for this site when they signed up?
A Warcraft Wedding: FateA Warcraft Wedding: Fate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind blew gently as the leaves danced and sung in the light breaking through the dense canopy of trees. As a young Paladin gazed upon the ancient trees that lifted their reach as far as she could see; an enchanted dust fluttered and filled the forest with an ambient glow. It was a foreign beauty to behold to this young Draenei. Ashenvale had always been a natural wonder, untouched by corruption and eternally growing. That is until the Orcs made their appearance; harvesting and pillaging the bounty & gifts that the Night Elves held dear.
The Paladin had heard that reinforcements were needed to drive back the callous invaders. The Orcs had defiled the pristine land by burning and cutting everything in their path with their crude machinery. She was there to provide aid to the Night Elves, for they, had once welcomed her into their home when she had lost everything she held dear.
As she arrived to the small yet heavily armed town of Astranaar , she witnessed several Senti
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq
-Twincest- Don't Jump -T+B--Twincest- Don't Jump -T+B-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tears were streaming down my face as I picked up the notepad that lived on the telephone table in the hallway. I carried it into the kitchen where I found a pen. I sat down at the breakfast bar and began to write.
Tom, Georg and Gustav,
I cant take it anymore. Im going to do it.
Dont come after me. Dont think about me. Dont worry about me.
All my love,
By the time Id finished scribbling down those few short lines, the tears were coming thick and fast, tumbling over my cheeks and falling, blotting the paper. I watched as tiny pools of water spread out, some carrying ink with them and making some letters smudged. I put the pen down and stood up. I walked as calmly as I could into the hallway, picked my coat off of the coat stand and slowly opened the door. With one last look around, I mentally said goodbye and shut the door behind me.
Georg, Gustav and I crashed into the house, all laughing. Wed gone out to ge
EnglandXReader: Part OneThe whole Cast bowed as everyone clapped and apaulded. You smiled happily and clapped alot, you loved The Wizard of Oz. You get out of your seat as you take the back stairs to get to the lobby. The stairs reminded you of a mental hospital stairs since they were just Grey and White.You walked down the stairs into the main lobby. You skillfully dodged everyone to the Sidewalks. You parked ALL the way down the street."Stupid directions gave me the wrong Parking lot..." You growled to yourself. You were wearing your favorite black dress with black heels and a light jacket.You hair was in a pony tail. It was colder out then you thought. You walked down the sidewalk alone, passing people and stores. They looked like they all mean bissnis. You came from a small town so this was quite differnt then what you were used to. You let a sigh out.You looked worried as a man with only a Trench coat ran passed you carrieing a bag..."That doesn't look right.." You mumbled to yourself as you just kept waEnglandXReader: Part One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Following ChristFollowing Christ,Following Christ2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not for the weak-minded,
Not for the casual,
Not for the people,
Who don’t take anything seriously.
Is not for the self-righteous,
Not for the proud,
Not for the people,
Who love sin.
Requires complete devotion,
Requires complete submission,
Requires a love for Him so great,
That it seems like you hate your family.
Provides you with grace,
But the grace is not cheap,
It comes with a price.
Does not mean you can sin more,
So that you can receive more grace.
Grace was given,
So we know the consequence of sin,
And so we sin no more.
Is not the easiest path,
Is not the popular path,
Is not the comfortable path,
Is not the convenient path,
But following Christ,
Is the better path.
Howl - Chapter OneHowl (A Werewolf Story)Howl - Chapter One8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter One: The Mark
Face blushing; Devlin couldnt fight a smile from forming. One hand clicked the computer off for the night while the other was mindless playing elsewhere, unable to hold back his baser needs from tonights intimate conversation. The fantasy him and his online lover, Patricia (A.K.A. LunaBlossom) played always made him feel this way, especially if Patricia was in one of her moods. She was wild when they played their little role play, and the fact they were so passionate about their characters made them both crave to be together and living the experience for real.
How strange that so much love could be offered fantasying of being werewolves.
Devlin thought of himself as strange, more or less from his fascination with wolves and werewolves. They were just something that was admirable to him; a race of wild, graceful and beautiful creatures, living out their solitar
EjszakaSötét palástba burkolózó fénytelen éjszaka,Ejszaka5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sóhajod megdermed szobám ablakán,
S a bentről áradó meleg édes karjaiban
Hideg ködpermeted bénultan tekint vissza rám.
Ó Éjszaka, Te ki vakon elnyelsz minden csillagot,
És süketen a város zaját hallgatod,
Most némán lebegsz otthonom felett,
Irigy mozdulatlanságban az élőket lesed.
És Szövetségesed az álom, ki reményi űrjével folyton csalogat,
Ő is itt áll most mellettem, bágyadtan simogatva a hajamat.
Ujjaiban érzem már fáradtan reszkető testemet,
Melyet az álom mint egy fekete lepel majd eltemet.
De ha újra kinyújtja felém arany karjait a Nap,
És elérik az álom hűvöse által megcsókolt arcomat,
Szemeimben ismét összegyűlnek a fények,
Az órák távol&
The ElementsI.The Elements3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wine as red as stained glass
is lifted up & tilted back
touch wood like thunder
having given up grace
thread across wrists & palms
spent vessels returning to the heart
Fingertips suffused with pulse
lift to lightning's loveliness
Making the PackA wolf transformation story by grapehyacinthMaking the Pack3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“How are we going to get them to get this project done? Those three can't even look at each other without arguing, Fay!” exclaimed Tab Watkins, president of Tayco Incorporated.
Dr. Fay Burns, company psychologist, smiled. “I know just the thing. A business retreat.”
“How the hell with that help?”
“Oh, my friend, this won't be just any retreat. Trust me.”
“A team-building retreat! 'F' that!” cried Jan Mavis, a forty-five year old executive at the firm. She was perfectly coiffed, dressed, and now quite infuriated.
Dr. Burns shuffled her feet under her desk. “Jan, I'm glad to see you're finding other choices than curse words. That's much more businesslike, and it's the first step in our sessions–”
“Lily is a little bitch. She acts like she's
DrowningPlease help me...Drowning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I don't know how much longer I can stay above this water.
Begging for help...
Screaming into deaf ears
Crying For support,
For a hand,
Desperately asking to be helped,
Though your back is turned,
As well as yours,
Deaf ears block out my screams.
Leaving me to drown.
In this painful, black ocean.
Moving OnMoving On4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Garethil nodded his head in understanding as the agitated woman spoke. He had tried to get a word in edgewise once or twice, but she spoke so rapidly, barely pausing for breath, that he had since contented himself with letting her ramble. He sighed inwardly at her request; as if he had time to go all the way out to Zul'Aman to search for some so-called buried treasure that may or may not even exist, not to mention dodging angry trolls the entire way. That sounded just like his idea of a pleasant excursion...
Looking at the woman near tears, he suddenly felt ashamed for his irritation. This artifact was said to have healing properties and if it could save her child, who was he to deny her that hope? How she had even heard about it was beyond him. He was a historian and an accomplished archaeologist and he had never caught wind of this item before. And she had come to him precisely because he was bo
CanadaxReader- BrothersYou sighed as you looked ahead, your cheeks in your hands. "Stupid Al. I'm your girlfriend, so why don't you come and talk to me?" you grumbled slightly, shifting in your seat in the benches. Your boyfriend, Alfred, was down in the field and surrounded by cheerleaders. You had come to watch his practice, but, honestly, it was a bit boring. Being your school's star football player, it was understandable that all of the pretty, preppy, populars were so keen on flirting with him. The problem was that he was actually enjoying it. It almost looks as if he's flirting back!CanadaxReader- Brothers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing again, you stood up and brushed yourself off, deciding that you'd better put a stop to it before something too dramatic or serious happened. You strutted across the field and got to the cluster of students. You stubbornly marched over to Alfred and linked your arm through his, earning plenty of deathly glares in the process. "Al, we have to go. Come on."
"What? Oh, sure. Bye, girls!" He waved c
Serendipity Part 1Welcome to the NeighborhoodSerendipity Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The doorbell chimed merrily for a second time as I slid down the hall and tripped over the rug just inside the living room. My momentum carried me, completely against my will, into a large pile of boxes and the top two crashed to the floor, scattering books and CDs. I ignored the mess, slammed into the front door, wrestled with the lock, and finally managed to yank the door open with a flourish. A woman with lovely brown hair stood on the stoop, looking shocked.
"Guten Tag," I greeted her breathlessly.
"Guten Tag," She returned with a bemused smile.
"Sorry about the wait," I continued in German.
"No problem. Though I must ask if you're quite alright. There was an awful lot of noise "
"Oh fine, fine. Totally fine." I waved my hand as though that would make the mess behind me suddenly disappear. "Would you like to come in?"
"Yes. Thank you."
I stepped aside and the woman entered my rather disheveled house. Her blue eyes traveled to the CDs and book