Blame the sandwhichI thought today was gonna be great.Blame the sandwhich in Short Stories More Like This
But here I am, starving to death because my boyfriend is on a mission
and I couldn't cook for my life. Isn't that wonderful. Things get better, THERE'S NO FOOD IN MY HOUSE EITHER! Oh how I envy life so much right now. "Oh Anju come open your door" I heard Nikumu say. She was on of my great friends. "Oh I'll be right there." I said running to the door. I opened the door and BOOM! I got hit in the face by a fist! A fist! Nikumu stared at me with open eyes as her fist was in my face. "I am so sorry! Omg Anju please don't be mad" she said. Oh no I wasn't mad, in pain yes but not mad. "It's alright, hey where are the hobo and Yumi at?" I asked her rubbin my nose. "Oh they won't be here till later, Sasuke is tending to things while Yumi is I have no clue." She said. Oh well I walked in the kitchen, and looked through EVERY single cabinet and couldn't find any FOOD! "How do I have NO food in my house!!?" I screamed. "You have no food at all in your house?"
HateThey say that hate is a strong word.Hate in Free Verse More Like This
I think its a lovely word.
To say it to that person you can't stand the most.
Seeing them suffer everytime you say it.
Watching them rip apart there lives just over a word.
Hate is an emotion, that you feel when your not happy.
Its an emotion that can kill people.
I would hate to see the world die over this little world.
Torture Lay me out on the floor.Torture in Free Verse More Like This
Make me suffer horrible pain. I am weak
Break my bones
Here my screams
Try to take my breath away
So I can shut up.
to fight back
Twist my body.
Make me bend.
but that don't mean
Walk away for awhile
Before you start all over again.
I will give up.
Why girlswhy do girls take pictures half-naked.Why girls in Free Verse More Like This
All people are going to see you for is your body.
Do you have any respect?
Do you even care about yourself?
Why don't you show people how amazing you are.
Not show them one of your flaws.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Is this how you want me be?
A girl who shows her body
just so she can be free.
There are other ways to express yourself.
Don't look like a whore and respect yourself.
It's not fairWHY!It's not fair in Free Verse More Like This
Why does she get your love?
Why do you tell me lies?
Who would you go to
if we both tried to die?
I bet it would be her
you stay by her side.
I DON'T GET IT?
I LOVE YOU!
I LOVE YOU!
I LOVE YOU!
BUT I WANT HER TO GO DIE!
She gets your attention
while I get none.
You say I'm obssessed
but I call it love.
You know what I really don't care
But I friggin love you!
It's NOT fair!
Shadow realm party: Chin wagWarning: The following fan-fic contains some what offensive racism aimed towards British slang, I mean no offence to anyone, love you all!Shadow realm party: Chin wag in Short Stories More Like This
I could feel my life force slowly ebbing away; it took all my considerable strength to allow myself to become visible.
"Bakura, let me help, I know his deck."
"Bugger off, I am not having a chin wag, bloody hell."
"Well you don't have to be mean about it."
"Don't be so shirty; don't throw a strop, your such a swot."
"I am only trying to help."
"Aw look at you two! So cute send me the invitation to the wedding will you? Oh wait you can't you'll both be banished to the shadow realm!" I would have punched Melvin if I had enough strength to solidify myself.
"Stop flapping you gob, don't get your knickers in a twist you giant mincer. Bloody yank."
"Bakura! He could kill us!"
"I told you, I am not chin wagging!"
"Why are you so grumpy today?"
"That's a good question and here's another. Any last words?" Melvin raised his eyebro
Shadow realm party: Binky boyI rolled my eyes and grimaced as his voice pounded against my eardrums. It felt like someone sanding away at my skull so it hurt. Yeah!Shadow realm party: Binky boy in Short Stories More Like This
"OOOH I'm in your heeeeaaaad!"
"Shut up! I am trying to save all our hides right now so can you shut it?"
"But look at me! I am all translucent and dead!"
"I miss those few hours when no one could find you I actually managed to sleep a bit! Because you know I was INJURED!"
"Aw look at you two! So cute send me the invitation to the wedding will you? Oh wait you can't you'll both be banished to the shadow realm!" I glared up at the man standing across from me; his voice was even more annoying It was had a really weird echo all the time. What the blood hell was with that?
"Well at least for two seasons or so then I will probably find a totally inconceivable way to come back then there will be three of me!" I grinned smugly at him.
"Yeah about that Bakura "
"What is it Marik?" I almost growled
Shadow realm party: FluffBakura tipped his head back and closed his eyes. The pale boy's position much calmer than it ought to have been, considering the current state of thing.Shadow realm party: Fluff in Short Stories More Like This
He sat with his legs crossed, and was learning back slightly his arms out behind him to act as a support.
Marik on the other hand was beyond fidgety. His deep violet eyes flickering around and his hands running absently through his sandy hair.
"Don't call me that." Bakura didn't shift at all, only his tone of voice indicated his irritation.
"Do you think you'd sing with me?" Marik summoned up his best puppy dog pout. Bakura sighed and brought himself into a more upright position, he looked Marik straight in the eye.
"But we're in the f***ing shadow realm, there isn't anything else to do."
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't bloody sing."
A silence fell over the pair and Bakura had been about to return to his previous position when Marik's voice broke through his relaxation.
"Do you suppose the aliens can stil
Interview - Yami MarikInterview - Yami Marik in Short Stories More Like This
Angel: *enters Malik's room slowly* I'm starting to question my own sanity by doing this. Anyone in here?!
Malik: *insane chuckling* Come in, my pretty.
Angel: *squeaks and hides behind Akefia* Remind me why I'm doing this?
Akefia: Your interviews, remember?
Angel: *hangs head* Right... *moves from behind Akefia* I know I'm going to regret this somehow.
Angel: *gulps* Kia, be honest. What does it look like he's thinking about?
Akefia: Honestly? He's thinking up several different ways to kill you.
Angel: *yelp* Why would he want to kill me? I haven't done anything... yet. And why does it look like he's leering at me? *gulp*
Akefia: He just does. And if he looks like he is, then he probably is. Just ask your questions quickly and we'll be fine. The longer you wait, the more likely he is to attack.
Angel: R-right! *looks for a place to sit*
Malik: *smirks and gestures to a seat right next to him*
Angel: *blushes* I'm so going to regret this... *goes and slowly sits next
Interview - Yami BakuraInterview - Yami Bakura in Short Stories More Like This
Bakura: *walks in* Someone said something about giving me knives at this place?
Angel: *smiles* Hey, Kura, you wanna be interviewed?
Bakura: Interviewed? *raises eyebrow*
Angel: You know, I ask you questions, you give me HONEST answers.
Bakura: I know what it means, Angel. *frowns* What about it?
Angel: Cause if not I can go and find Kia or Marik or someone...
Bakura: *looks thoughtful* ...What do I get out of it? *crosses arms*
Angel: *thinks for a moment* ... Hmmm. Is Akefia still giving you trouble? Cause I have cans of Rapist-B-Gone you can use.
Bakura: *interested* Really? Can I keep those? And have you tell me your supplier?
Angel: Oh sure. I'll gladly supply ya as much as you want... IF I can interview you without any problems.
Angel: *goes to the next room and comes back with a box* Here you go, Kura. There's a dozen cans to start ya off.
Bakura: *grins and takes the box from Angel* Now, what do you want to know?
Angel: *sits down on the sofa* Let's start with the
Interview - AkefiaInterview - Akefia in Short Stories More Like This
Angel: Hey Kia! *waves*
Akefia: Why hello, Miss Angel. What can do for you? *sits down*
Bakura: *walks off in a mood with his box*
Angel: You seem to be in a good mood.... Should I be worried?
Akefia: If you worry about people who are already dead, go ahead and worry. If not then you should relax. *smirks and leans back in the chair*
Angel: That's not why I'm worried. I'm more worried about WHO you killed.
Akefia: Does it really matter?
Angel: It does if some of them are on my 'to be interviewed' list... *sigh* But we'll discuss that later. Let's start with something a little different. How have you been adapting to the modern era?
Akefia: I've been adapting pretty well. I'm a thief, I'm used to having to move around and adapt to different paces, the modern world is no exception. Though there are still some things that surprise me. You people take so much for granted these days.
Angel: What sorts of things still surprise you? And we were just lucky to be born in an era with electricity
He's Here To Pick Up The PiecesHe's Here To Pick Up The Pieces in Short Stories More Like This
He broke my heart. I watched him, this supposed to be shining knight, the prince I'd always dreamed of, pretend to cherish it as he took it in his hands. But once my heart was his, once this gleaming heart shaped orb was in his palm, he trifled with it. Recklessly. Up in the air it went, behind his back, back and forth, hand to hand as if it were nothing more than a toy. Then.... he tossed it up far too high, he was simply not quick enough, and with tear striken eyes, I watched the delicate glass of my heart, shatter into thousands of shards. He looked at me, right into my emerald eyes, and then swiftly walked away, as if none of it had ever happened. He left me there, and I fell to my knees. He left me too look upon the ruins of the love I so willingly gave him. He left me with nothing but brokeness, and haunting memories. Memories I once treasured, memories that dillusioned me into thinking he'd one day be mine. Weeping I reached for the broken pieces, their knife like edges leaving
May the Spell be UnbrokenMay the Spell be Unbroken in Short Stories More Like This
Harry cast Draco a look of utter disgust, which was of course returned with the same snide smirk. Draco Malfoy lay sprawled across the handsome couch in the Gryffindor common room, as if he owned the place, his head resting comfortably in Ally's lap. Ally's delicate fingers begin stroking Malfoy's white blonde hair gingerly, and Harry was reminded of a similar scene. He thought back to the many hours he'd spent aboard the Hogwarts Express, and remembered how Pansy used to stoke Malfoy's hair, beaming down at him, her eager fingers never stopping. Then he had to smother a chuckle as he also remembered her accidently catching his eye lid with her long nails.
Draco too remembered. He rubbed his eye, marveling how much better Ally was at this. She puts you to shame, Pansy, he thought amusingly, laying his arm across his stomach in a leisurely manner. Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Slyther
Original Character, Ally SummerhazeOriginal Character, Ally Summerhaze in Profiles More Like This
My orignal character's name is Ally Summerhaze, and she's based very much on me She is a Gryffindor, very close to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and she is a prodigy in Transfiguration. She came to Hogwarts her third year where she made quick friends with The Boy Who Lived, and he's become like a brother to her. Harry despises that she's dating his arch enemy Draco Malfoy, and is convinced that the sneaky Slytherin is up to some nefarious plot to hurt her. Hogwarts has never seen a Slytherin and Gryffindor get along... much less fall in love.
Ally is about 5' 6 with spiraling chocolate curls, an angular chin, and sweet emerald eyes a touch lighter than Harry's. She's just as pale as her Slytherin Prince, known for her bubbly personality, love of books, and enchantment with Hogwarts most powerful and popular Slytherin.
Vengeance"What did she say this time?"Vengeance in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How did you-"
"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."
"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."
"She said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."
"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."
"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."
"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"
"They did it anyway."
"Pure and simple huh? Just like that?"
"The truth is never pure and always complicated. But yes. Just like that."
"There is always someone telling me I'm not good enough."
"And there will always be someone telling you that you aren't good enough. You have two choices. You can curl up and stop doing everything you love. You can let the
Seeking Solace"There is no solace in tears."Seeking Solace in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It took a moment for her to realize, her tears frozen in place that there was someone else in the room. The broken girl with rivulets of gleaming diamonds dripping down her face stared at the floor. "Leave me alone." She said softly and sobbed into her hands, still as broken as she was before.
A soft sigh came from the boy who spoke. Yet, he didn't leave her alone.
"There is no solace in words."
She looked up from her book, her fingers moving along the words like they were treasured pieces of gold, each one more valuable than the next. Her tears blurred the words, words she needed to take her away to another place. "Go away." She said to him once more, looking down to chase the words once more.
But his shadow stayed in the doorway for as long as she was there.
"There is no solace in water."
She stopped as she heard the words, her feet on the very edge of the cliff. The sapphire ocean had once been home to her. Now that she was to return to it, the dark, t
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)Excuses in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)
He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)
He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)
He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Revelations - Kostya and KethaKostya never thought it would end like this.Revelations - Kostya and Ketha in General Fiction More Like This
Lying on the bathroom floor was his own twin, dead. Tears welled up in his eyes as he kneeled down next to the body. "Oh Keth," he whispered, his hand softly touching the man's cheek. He couldn't help but feel at least partly responsible. Ketha had been crying for help all this time, and he had done nothing. He'd help a million strangers but his own twin brother he'd just kept putting off dealing with until it was too late. And it was too late.
A sob escaped Kostya's lips as he picked up his brother, holding him to his chest. "I'm so sorry."
"Nng." A sound escaped from the body. Was that normal? Maybe Kostya was squeezing him too hard.
"Nnng!" Ketha struggled to get out of Kostya's arms. Kostya let go, staring at him in shock.
"Ketha? You're alive?"
"Huh?" he said, rubbing is face and looking at his surroundings. Blood trailed from the sink down to the floor, where it pooled near his feet. Looking down at his wrists he saw they were clean -
Moving On - Lucy + Charlie"Hellooo Lucyyy?" Charlie knocked courteously on the heavy wooden door that had been left ajar for her, before pushing it open and entering. Although the house had been lived in for two years, it seemed dusty and neglected. If it hadn't been important for Lucy to look after it, then she had left it to rot and decay.Moving On - Lucy + Charlie in General Fiction More Like This
Lucy heard the creak of the door as her sister entered the house. "In here Charlie!" she called, hastily stashing what she was holding into a nearby book and placing it on the arm of her couch. She smoothed the loose strands of her wild hair, retying it back into a ponytail. She smiled as her twin entered the room. "How are you? Do you want a cuppa?"
"Yes please," said Charlie, forcing a smile as she sat down on the worn couch. Her sister looked pale and tired, like she always did these days.
Lucy got up, almost knocking off the book on the couch as she went to the kitchen. Charlie grabbed it before it fell, placing it on the coffee table instead. Something sticking out cau