Heaven Can WaitDean had lied to everyone when he said he and Sam were parting ways for good. At least, he'd hoped he was lying. His brother had been the only constant in his life, hell, he'd sold his soul for the kid, there was no way he could write him off so easily.Heaven Can Wait in Short Stories More Like This
That's why it absolutely killed him when he found out what had happened in Detroit. His little brother Sammy, who he'd sworn to protect, had succumbed to Lucifer, saying yes and allowing the damned angel to wear him to the prom.
Even though he'd been on the road without Sam for almost six months now he'd had some comfort knowing his brother was only a phone call away. But now he was gone, trapped inside his own mind.
Dean lasted three weeks before he broke. He was driving down a deserted highway, thinking about all the things he'd failed to do. He'd failed to save his brother twice now. He'd failed to avert the apocalypse, perhaps being more responsible than Sa
Calling All You AngelsIt had been three months since Sammy had died. At least, that's the way Dean preferred to think about it. He couldn't face the fact that his brother was trapped down in Lucifer's Cage. Dean knew a thing or two about being trapped, he'd served his time on the rack in hell after all. So when he thought about Sammy he'd pretend he was dead. He'd be better off.Calling All You Angels in Short Stories More Like This
"Maybe I would be too," Dean mumbled to himself before taking another swig from the bottle of vodka he'd been working on for the last half hour. He winced at the taste, vodka had never been his drink of choice but it was hard and that's what he needed.
Dean ran his fingers along the painter's cloth covering his precious car. Right now it should be parked outside a cheap motel room instead of quietly rusting away in Lisa's garage. He couldn't think of it as his garage just yet, not now, maybe not ever.
He took another long drink from the bottle an
Everything's MagicOther than the roar of the motor there was no sound in the speeding Impala. Sam was asleep in the passenger seat and Dean was driving on autopilot, lost in his own thoughts.Everything's Magic in Short Stories More Like This
He couldn't stop thinking about the siren they'd just faced. Traditionally sirens take on the form of a beautiful woman to seduce men But not for Dean. To lure him into its trap it had taken on the form of a man. An attractive man, Dean thought to himself. Realizing the course his own thoughts were taking he shook his head to clear his mind. It didn't work.
The siren was not the first man to get to him that way. There was another, but Dean had always assumed his attraction was just part of his nature. The man is, after all, an angel. The very angel that had pulled him out of Hell not so long ago. But now there was another. What if it wasn't just the angel?
Sam let out a loud snor
Going Up"Hold the elevator!" Sam Wesson yelled as he raced through the lobby of his office building. A suit clad arm shot out, halting the doors. "Thanks," Sam said breathlessly, practically falling into the elevator. He caught his breath and looked up, intent to thank the guy, but he stopped, realizing who it was.Going Up in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sam couldn't figure out what it was about Dean Smith that made it impossible for him to think about anything else. It wasn't just the dreams he'd had involving the two of them killing supernatural baddies, it was something else. Which made no sense to Sam, because not only was Dean a guy, but he was a salad eating corporate douche bag.
But he looked damn good in a suit, there was no denying it. Sam leaned against the side of the metal box, allowing his eyes to roam Dean's body.
"Going up?" Dean asked, pretending, as usual, like he didn't know him. Sam nodded, and Dean leaned forward and pressed their floor
When Darkness FallsDean entered the courtyard and stopped dead in his tracks. He had known exactly what he was going to see but that didn't make it hurt any less. "Sammy," he whispered brokenly. The tall figure in the white suit turned to face him, sending a sharp spike of pain through Dean's heart. It looked like Sammy, it moved like Sammy, it even had floppy emo hair like Sammy, but he was anything but.When Darkness Falls in Short Stories More Like This
"Sorry Dean. Little bro isn't home," Lucifer said with a cold, malicious smile. "But I'll be sure to pass along a message if you like."
"Shut the fuck up," Dean growled, gaining some of his confidence back. This was an abomination that just shared his brothers face, he had to remember that.
"Now, now, Dean, is that any way to talk to me?"
"I said shut the fuck up," he ground out, jaw clenched tightly in anger.
Sammy - no, Lucifer - smiled and took a few steps towards Dean. "Are you here to kill me, Dean? B
Kids In LoveDean was terrified. He was quite certain he'd never been more scared in his life, and that was counting the time when he was six and John had dragged him into that haunted house and the guy in the Michael Meyers mask had snuck up behind him and he'd peed himself. That had been pretty damn scary, but this topped it without question.Kids In Love in Short Stories More Like This
Because he was about to tell John that he was in love with his best friend.
His very much Cas-shaped best friend.
He'd rather do literally anything else in the entire world, but he didn't have that option. He had to tell John, or his dad was going to be very confused when he found out his son's date to the junior prom was Cas.
He wasn't worried about how Mary would react. He was pretty sure she'd known since Dean was four and Cas's family had moved in down the street. They'd been practically inseparable since then, and Mary had always had a way of knowing things.
But he wasn't so confident about John.
Waiting On An AngelDean Winchester had a death wish and everyone knew it. Even Castiel knew it, and he rarely figured out human emotions, but the despair he could see in Dean's eyes made it clear.Waiting On An Angel in Short Stories More Like This
Dean wanted to die.
Castiel placed this fact in the back of his mind, never forgotten, but not at the forefront, not when they had an Apocalypse to avert. Castiel knew Dean well enough to know he would never intentionally hurt himself, because that would mean leaving Sam to say no to Lucifer alone.
Nevertheless Castiel watched over him during his battles with various monsters. Sometimes he would see Dean hesitate, not making the end move when he had a perfect opportunity, instead letting the fight drag on, maybe giving his opponent time to fatally injure him.
Maybe Dean wouldn't kill himself, but he might allow himself to be killed.
Castiel had been watching Dean for a long time, longer than either Winchester brother knew. He had seen the way Dean had quietly suffered
Habits That I Cannot BreakDean was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling like he did most nights. It's been about four years since he'd been pulled from the pit, but he still had trouble sleeping.Habits That I Cannot Break in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For a brief moment he missed the comfort Sam would give him when they were younger. He'd awake from a nightmare about a burning house with a cold sweat and a scream just barely caught on the tip of his tongue. By the time he would come to his senses and realize he was safe in a motel somewhere Sam would've already crawled into his bed, holding onto his big brother tightly.
Sometimes Sam would be the one with nightmares. He'd catch a glimpse of something Dad was hunting, or he'd see a scary movie on tv, and Dean would be the one to crawl into his baby brother's bed to offer him whatever comfort he could.
After Dean turned twelve they'd stopped, Dean claiming that only sissies were scared of their nightmares. But now that they both have their separat
Someone To Save You"Cas!" Dean called from across the warehouse, urgency in his voice. The angel in question wasted no time popping in next to the human.Someone To Save You in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dean looked up, green eyes burning with hate, fear, and desperation. "Heal her," he demanded.
Castiel looked down, into the small bundle in Dean's arms. It appeared to the angel that this little girl seemed to have more blood than skin, the red liquid covering her entire body.
"I cannot, Dean," the angel said regretfully.
"Because she is dead."
Dean gaped at him. "You can heal the dead Cas! I've seen you do it! You healed Bobby after that dick snapped his neck!"
"It was not Bobby's time, that was why I was able to heal him."
Dean clenched his jaw, green eyes boring holes through the angel's blues. "Are you saying it's this little girl's time?" he manage to growl.
"I am sorry, Dean, but yes, it is. It's fate."
"Screw fate!" the hunter roared.
Angel of the CenterfoldDean shot down the dark and empty highway like he had Hellhounds on his tail, but that's just how he drives. His lips were pursed together and he had everything on his mind except the two asphalt lanes stretched in front of him. The separation from Sam was weighing heavily in his thoughts, but not as much as something he'd been fighting not to think about.Angel of the Centerfold in Short Stories More Like This
More specifically, the way Dean couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter how hard he'd tried. Sometimes he would find himself staring at Cas, almost unable to look away. But then the angel would catch him staring, and Dean would act like he had been lost in thought or something. Of course, it's not like Cas would understand things like longing glances. Understanding human nature in general was not his strong suit. But that was ok with Dean, because he found Cas's literal stance to be adorable.
"Jesus, Dean, could you be any gayer?" he mumble
Prompt 1- ReadingLeather covering.Prompt 1- Reading in Short Stories More Like This
Bound in China.
Paper is Bolivian, but printed in the U.S.
The spine is weak; it was made by a rookie.
But the glue on the inside is strong and dependable.
Well thumbed, a good read in the eyes of the previous owner. Can't you see the smudges of chocolate smeared across the dog-eared page corners?
"What's that?" John asked dumbly, stifling a yawn.
It had been a long day down at the offices, and not a particularly interesting one. Relieved finally be back in familiar arms, he settled down into a chair and closed his eyes, exhaling blissfully.
From across the flat in 221B, Sherlock sat curled up in a foetal position, snuggled down into one side of the sofa. He was turning something over in his hands, eyeing it thoughtfully. His irises glinted in the glow of the light bulbs.
"A book," he replied at last, and to John's surprise, he didn't spiral off into his usual drabbles o
November 23rdLondon, November 23rd. It's dark, and frost is settling on every free surface as Jack Frost began to tighten his grip on the city. Winter sets in and the sky is a dark blue safety blanket across the ozone layer. The stars are shining down on the world, shining brighter than before. It's as if they are the eyes of the sky, watching. They are watching a pair of certain men that are proceeding down a street.November 23rd in Short Stories More Like This
Doctor John Watson walked without purpose along the pavement, letting his feet guide him. His head was empty. He forgot everything; occasionally his own name. As he travelled, he was unaware of a tall, lanky man following him. He wore a long black trench-coat (useful for twirling) and a blue scarf pulled up over his ghostly pale face. Mr Sherlock Holmes walked behind his companion with his usual ballerina like grace, moving without sound from his steel-toed shoes. From where he was, it looked as though Watson was smoking on of his cigarettes due to t
Murder Most FunIt was a tense morning. John woke up to find the flat unnaturally silent and when he went through to the living room he found Sherlock sitting on the edge of a chair, hands pressed together and foot tapping. He was restless and frequently stood up, did a circuit of the room and sat again. He'd check the clock, the sun and often his own wrist before realising he didn't have a watch. John watched him.Murder Most Fun in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you doing?" he asked at last.
"You've been using my toothpaste again; it's still on the corner of your lips," Sherlock muttered and John self-consciously felt the edge of his mouth.
Sherlock stretched his legs again. Almost on cue the church bells chimed ten times and the door was knocked upon four. Sherlock got to his feet, standing very tall and upright. Grinning, he rubbed his hands together. He turned to John.
"John, I'm going to need you to leave this afternoon," he said matter-of-factly. "Be back for dinner, will you?" he added.
John frowned. "Um, sure. I've got some things
FootstepsIt's amazing how attached you can get to someone in such a short space of time. How much it makes you smile at those smart-alec comments they make towards the telly. How much it makes you wonder what they're thinking about when you find them passed out on the sofa, skull cradled in pale hands. How much you long for those late night sonnets from the musty old violin. How much you miss them when they leave, going off to do whatever it is they do. And even if you don't show it, you know you could never stay angry at them, even if they did almost get you killed.Footsteps in Short Stories More Like This
He missed his footsteps. The way the soles of his shoes would lightly clap the floor as he paced whenever he became impatient. The way his bare feet would moodily brush the carpet whenever he had 'one of those days'.
He missed the intoxicating smell of dangerous chemicals and soothing mint shampoo on the sofa and dining table cloth.
He missed his company, his worries, his emotionless smile. He missed the way he'd over think things.
Lady Starshine -SHLightning strikes the sky like a dangerous blade across skinLady Starshine -SH in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And the streets are as deserted as if the plague's come to town. On the
Days when the sky was smeared as grey as granite, all
Yellow of the sun had been drained away like sludge stuck in the plughole and
Sketched out in black shadows, the city of London hibernated sleepily
Taking shelter beneath a wet blanket of thick rain droplets that
Ascended airily from the heavens like tears.
Right on time, the horrific crash of malevolent thunder rattles as
Storm clouds collide like wrestlers, smashing bolts of electricity from their bodies and down to the ground below.
He hides from the noise as he observed from the flat window, for it sounded like gunfire, and reminded him not of the war, but the day he met the
Intricate Sherlock Holmes and the fateful shots that rang out that night. That trigger he himself had pulled. He kept asking himself, was it worth it?
Noticing his every thought from his chair across the room, the detective ris
Ink Blots"What is this?"Ink Blots in Short Stories More Like This
'This' was the ga-billionth white card Sherlock had shown me that afternoon. Each one was decorated with random black ink blots; some showed handwriting, others showed pictures but most just showed blurry black dots.
We were in the living room and it was raining. The sky was a gloomy grey mess of ozone and fog and it hung around the rooftops and steeples like an ominous cloak. The rain made the sound of feet on gravel as it hit the window in a rhythmical pattern. I drummed my fingers in time with it, thinking about the people down below on the street up to their waists in acid rain water. What would happen if it flooded ?
Sherlock was more bored than usual and was trying to turn me into a smaller version of himself to pass the time. And for once in his life, he was failing miserably, and this wasn't helping his attitude. There was no way I was going to become a moody sociopathic without any sense of emotion; and besides, how
Blood and MilkI came back from the grocer's laden with a dozen plastic bags full to the brim with milk. Low fat, semi-skimmed, full fat, flavoured and soya. It's impossible to know what that man really wants, truly infuriating sometimes. When I went into the kitchen, I found him leaning head first in the sink, one arm above his head, fingers curled in angst in his hair and the other cast aside, blood spilling out of a deep gash.Blood and Milk in Short Stories More Like This
I dropped the bag.
"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?!" I rushed over, yanking him from the sink by the collar of his shirt. He stared at me, his face drained of all colour and his pupils huge, like dustbin lids. He spoke as if he was drunk and disorientated.
"Heh Hello Watson," he drawled, his head seemingly too heavy for his neck to hold up. He flailed and collapsed on me, draping his arms around my neck. When I tried to move he dragged his feet along the floor. I laid him across the kitchen table, with diffic
The ViolinistHis fingers make clean cuts on the strings,The Violinist in Free Verse More Like This
Flitting, scampering, fumbling across them to make a sweet sound.
His other hand makes light work with the bow,
He saws at the instruments effortlessly and expertly,
He craves its sweet song.
It clears his cluttered mind and cleanses his soul,
The strings catch and scratch and roar when he's mad
And moan and warble when he's saddened.
His closes his eyes, his thoughts imprinted in the music he spins.
Gypsy strings and Victorian lullabies,
Made up sonnets and imaginary symphonies,
Echo, cascade through the walls and the ceilings,
Crashing into the flats below, waking the landlady.
When she yells he doesn't hear her, he's transported.
He's far away. So far.
Back in time, back to where the dinosaurs romped the land.
Far away from the sofa on which he lies, dressed only in pyjamas.
He's forgotten everything, there's nothing.
And he plays himself to sleep, soothed by the sound of the little hollow instrument,
Singing away at three in th
SociopathIt's just a word.Sociopath in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a defence.
It's just a cover up, a wall to separate you from everybody else. It's just a veil to block out what's real, what's important.
Your eyes see everything except the obvious. Your mind picks up on everyone else's thoughts and feelings but not your own. You've locked them away in a safe at the back of your ingenious brain, never to be opened. It has a rusted lock. You claim not to have a heart because those with emotion are weak, you say.
Although it really just makes them stronger.
You see everything, but you see nothing at all. You are as blind as them. You know nothing.
You do not want to.
You do not want to because you feel fear.
It's just a distraction.
It's just a word.
A Curious Moon _V.2A breeze so slight, you'd hardly feel it, stalks the night like a sleepy cat on the moonlight prowlA Curious Moon _V.2 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Prizing at the clothes of the walkers and tugs at the grass around their feet
As if willing to drag them together, just so they can hear the sounds of their breaths in their lungs.
Light hangs in the sky in the form of the moon, tossed upon the glittering tendrils of
Evening clouds, like a ghostly pirate's galleon.
Never dulling stars watch as the flat mates stroll, and the stars are laughing, but you can't hear them. 'Tis the laugh of
Excited angels; they've seen it all before.
Sighs of premature September chill cling to fingers of the doctor and the detective, as hands entwine.
Seems like heaven isn't far away.
An exchanging of glances, one worried, the other confused. The detective had suggested a walk but now
Mind trains are set at one hundred miles per hour; normally he would have pulled away by now.
"Pleasant evening," the scarf-man remarks, dragging the material over his to hide t
To Work, part 1At that moment, Castiel believed he had never flown faster.To Work, part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He would say that he was reveling in the feeling of pure exhilaration, if only his well-being was not at stake. It was getting harder to suppress his fear, which seemed to increase with every frantic wing-beat, but he kept trying to squash it down because the last thing he needed was his thinking being clouded by emotions.
Hundreds of trees whizzed by in the darkness as he madly hurtled through the claw-like boughs in an attempt to shake off his pursuers. Unfortunately, they were unrelenting and just as keen on getting what they want, which so happened to be him.
"Thief! Thief!" the two harpies screeched after him.
Castiel hated to be called that, hated it with all his being. He knew stealing was wrong but he was simply following orders, and disobedience was a far worse crime than theft. He kept telling himself that as he forced his wings to move more quickly and his grip on his burden to tighten.
The land stretched on and the
Family Is... KindnessIt was war in Heaven, Lucifer's armies against Michael's.Family Is... Kindness in Short Stories More Like This
At the gate's southern regions, two rival garrisons were battling to the death, one under Azazel and the other under Zachariah. And Zachariah's forces were quickly losing.
"Fall back! I repeat, fall back! We have to regroup with the others!" he commanded.
What was left of their garrison took flight, although the enemy was hot in pursuit.
"You at the back! You're holding us up! Move faster!" Zachariah yelled.
"It's Castiel, sir! He's heavily injured; we're only supporting him." Uriel answered.
"Leave him! He's as good as dead anyway. He might as well make himself useful by delaying Azazel."
"But sir !"
"I said drop him! That's an order!" screamed Zachariah.
Uriel looked at his brother, whose light was dangerously flickering out and gazing at him with imploring blue orbs. "Forgive me, brother." he whispered.
"Alright, you sure you're up to it?"
Learning to Fight, part 1After a tremendously busy day of cleaning the lower region of Heaven (and now he knew what would happen if he scared a bunch of cupids enough to make them cry), Uriel was ready to unwind, and for him, there was no better place to do that than at one of the training chambers.Learning to Fight, part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Heaven had numerous training chambers, which was so because it had to satisfy the sheer number of soldiers and prepare them for battle as much as possible. Though it was not an official law (yet), each garrison had assigned itself its own training chamber, primarily to familiarize each member to their comrades' unique fighting styles.
And that was why Uriel never chose to practice at his garrison's training chamber; he just loved having the element of surprise with him, and that sense of unpredictability gave him power.
He picked the training chamber tucked away at the farthest corner of Heaven, so distant that even the mighty booms of his punches would be unheard to anyone but him. Besides, all of Heaven already k
Understanding Pain, part 2After a short time, Castiel awoke and the pain from his wings assaulted him almost instantly. It was not long before he started hallucinating again. Now, it could just be a coincidence, but Raphael could not help but notice that his brother's writhing and crying stopped the moment that ghastly red light entered his eyes.Understanding Pain, part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Help me! Someone help me, please! I don't want to die!" screamed Castiel, practically destroying his bed with his struggles.
Another thing Raphael noticed about him was that, whenever his brother was like this, all traces of pain disappeared from his Grace, although it was replaced by sheer terror. He could also see that the poison would harden and grip onto his essence tighter in this state.
"He's going to kill me! Please help me! Please!" Castiel continued to beg. He was staring at every possible direction, desperately seeking aid, though Raphael doubted he was really seeing anything. Besides, he had made the whole chamber soundproof so as to not alarm every angel i
Understanding Pain, part 3If there was an actual, physical door that lead to the topmost chamber, Raphael would have brutally kicked it open and pay no attention to the loud bang that almost ripped it off its hinges. As he crossed the threshold, he noticed that a few of the sigils bordering the room were smudged and rendered useless. Upon closer inspection, he learned that the cause was droplets of basilisk poison, which seems to be highly effective in cancelling out wards. That would explain how Castiel was able to escape.Understanding Pain, part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Raphael looked down at his brother whom he held; his eyes were still purple, keeping him in a dazed state.
"Castiel," said Raphael sternly as he put him down onto the bed. When his brother did not acknowledge him, he reached out and brashly shook him, and he was not at all ashamed to have unintentionally released a spurt of lightning. "Castiel!"
That got a reaction as Castiel jolted and blue washed over his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked, hoarse and utterly confused, after a long moment.
Family Is... CommunicationThey were preparing to siege Hell, to find the Righteous Man and save him. Everyone was on edge; they could die from this mission but it would all be for the glory of their Father, and that was more than enough.Family Is... Communication in Short Stories More Like This
After the plan had been explained, there was really no reason to talk. They were ready and could not afford to be distracted by things such as words of encouragement, or jokes to break the tension, or speeches to bolster the spirit, or anything else similar the humans usually throw at each other at likewise situations. They were warriors of God, soldiers of Heaven; they were just and firm in the silence.
A seraphim flew down in front of the garrison. "Any questions?" he asked to all of them.
Words were hardly worth the effort when they were only addressed to one or two; here, words were only used to speak to the general public. There was no bond with words with them, thus personal messages were irrational and unimportant.
But Castiel had questions. He always had questions.
Impressive at the Time"Alright, Castiel. I just want you to watch over this tower and make sure its construction goes unimpeded while I'm gone." said Michael, placing the tiny fledgling on the ground.Impressive at the Time in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel's expression scrunched tight. " Unimeepee Uh-minipeed Umpinee ?"
"Unimpeded." Michael corrected.
"Un Unimpeded." repeated Castiel. His eyes widened and a grin formed on his face as he stared proudly at Michael for the small achievement.
"Yes. That's good, brother." he humored. He was about to depart when he felt something tug at his wing.
"Michael? What does 'umpeeded' mean?" Castiel asked.
Michael sighed; obviously, this little brother still had much to learn. "Unimpeded means to progress without disturbances or obstructions. 'Smooth sailing,' I believe Gabriel terms it." he explained. He looked down and saw that Castiel had very big, confused eyes and his head tilted. "Just make sure no one and nothing interferes with the formation of the tower. Consider this your first tr
Delivering Messages, part 1Slinging the satchel over him, Gabriel made his way out of his Father's throne room.Delivering Messages, part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh come on, Dad, last time wasn't that bad." he exclaimed, turning around. "So I forgot to warn Atlantis that they'd get a leak. You can't take one tiny mistake and use that to base the outcome of the rest of my performances."
The next thing he knew was that he was outside and that the massive doors slammed shut behind him.
Gabriel made a peeved sound. "Figures."
He opened his satchel again to verify its contents. Yep. Seven, as always. He really did not get the fixation with that number around here, but whatever. He had a job to do, and for the sake of getting back into Dad's good graces again, he cannot afford any screw-ups. No mixed deliveries, no late deliveries, no picking up 'extra deliveries', no upsetting the clients in any means.
Sure, he can do this. He was an archangel.
He also had a selectively unreliable attention span.
Nonetheless, Gabriel secured his goods and prepared himself for the c
The Little Gray FishCastiel watched the creature before him with wide, fascinated eyes. He was a bit frightened about it, he had never seen anything like it before, but as usual his curiosity got the better of him. He broke away from the huddled mass of his brothers and sisters, who were monitoring the developments of Earth, and cautiously approached the fish. He was about to reach it when he felt a hand land on his shoulder and gently restrain him.The Little Gray Fish in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." informed his older brother.
Castiel stared at him thoughtfully, then back to the fish that was still pulling itself onto dry land. "Big plans?" he repeated.
"That's right. Very big plans, very important."
Castiel tilted his head. "What plans?" he innocently asked.
His brother chuckled. "No one exactly knows but the Father. Best not to interfere with His Will then." he stated.
Castiel nodded, taking it all in. "Can I take it back to Heaven with me once it's done fulfilling Father's Will?" he inquired.
Delivering Messages, part 3After they had dropped off their sixth Message in Australia, Gabriel realized they were ahead of schedule and decided not to let the extra time go to waste.Delivering Messages, part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am uncertain about this." said Castiel.
Gabriel made a 'pfft' sound as he brought Castiel closer to the building's ledge. "No brother of mine is chickening out on delivering justice. Now give me a battle-cry, Castiel; come on!" he exclaimed, patting/pushing his brother on the back.
Castiel stumbled and made a noise that sounded like a kitten stepping over its own tail.
"We'll work on that later." sighed Gabriel. He handed Castiel an empty ostrich egg (which he swiped and reassembled after the chick had hatched) and watched his brother turn it over worriedly.
"Is this really considered as justice?" Castiel asked.
"Duh! Why do you think I bothered liquefying fifty miles' worth of stinky cheese?"
retorted Gabriel, gesturing at the stock he had behind them. He placed both of his hands on Castiel's shoulders and started working on th
The wait is overHe gazed out across the great expanse of the park. It was nice. Pretty. Especially at this time of day; early afternoon time. The kids had been released from the chore of education and had at last been set loose on the once silent playground. Noise filled the air as little mini-people ran around; jumping off swings, hurtling around at 'a thousand miles an hour! honestly!' on roundabouts, kicking about in the sandpit, clambering over the metal body of climbing frames - everywhere. There was movement everywhere. Smiles and laughter. Excitement and squeals. Happiness and something he hadn't felt for a long long time. Some long lost emotion that filled the heart and set the soul alight. He remembered it. God, he remembered it. The warmth of having another person so close, curling up into his arms. The urge to make them laugh. The joy of seeing him and knowing just knowing, that he was thinking of him and only him. The way his heart skipped when he first saw those eyes gazing dThe wait is over in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
InTheDarkness:Chptr1-PreschoolI am 5 years and 3 months old. Me and mummy and daddy have moved again, and I'm starting pre-school. I'm excited but at the same time scared. What if the other kids don't like me? There's a girl Stephanie I met from next-door, but she's younger than me and doesn't start school yet. I look over at mummy through the gap between the seats as she pulls up in front of the school, she's biting her lip and glancing around, she's got that look on her face again. That look that tells me she's scared too. But when she looks back at me she smiles, reaching out behind her and stroking my face as the car stops moving. Her thumb brushing over the pink birthmark just over my right eye.InTheDarkness:Chptr1-Preschool in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Be careful, ok? And remember what I told you, don't-"
"Don't talk to strangers, I know mummy" I beam up at her, tilting my head to the side as I watch her smile back at me again. She sighs a bit, smiling to herself as she clicks open her seatbelt and reaches back for mine.
By the time we're walking through the door to
Vampire shounen-aiScaron wasn't all too sure where he was, but he was damn sure he wasn't supposed to be there. All the goddamned humans surrounding him told him that. He hated them. Their scent, their appearance, their attitude everything. How they had the nerve to call themselves 'humanity' when they weren't humane in the least infuriated him! They weren't worth the lowly description 'cattle' his kind applied to them, they were lower than that. It really was a mystery to him why on earth anyone would want to feed from these things, let alone break the OP to do so. Ah yes, the OP; the Order of Peace. That pointless script made up by the Angels that commanded they shall not consume even a single drop of blood from the 'precious human race'. Pft, even Angels with their laws and regulations and pity were better than these vermin. If it weren't for the OP he would rip all their throats out but no no, that was too quick a death for them. He would bite them but not drink from them, lettinVampire shounen-ai in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The way they loved"Argh! Oh, my god, you are just so-!"The way they loved in Settings More Like This
"Me?! When have I-"
"Oh, that is the most-!"
"I can't believe you-!"
"You're the one that-!"
"Oh, please! I am not-!"
"When was the last time-!"
"Why should I have to-!"
"Oh, very mature!"
"Don't even start-!"
The girls head turned as the arguments went back and forth, watching the scene rip open with an expression of mixed amusement and bewilderment.
"Hey Gin, how long they been at it this time?" the redhead turned, looking up at the black haired man that had come to see what all the noise was about as he took the seat next to the young girl.
"I dunno. I just came in and they were at each others throats" she replied absently as the two friends turned to watch their respective brothers shouting over each other until one of them walked out.
"Know what happened?" inquired the blackette, resting an elbow on the table as he joined in watching the verbal tennis match his brot
The Strange Boy From NextdoorDid you play tag when you were little? Did you play hide and seek? Duck-duck-goose? What about dodge-ball? Of course you did. Everyone play games when they're little. Well, except me. I didn't. My real love was imaginary games. One day I was a prestigious knight killing the evil dragon; next door's dog, Buster. Next I was a famous expedition adventurer, exploring new undiscovered jungles; our backyard in the autumn when daddy was really busy at work and never had time to cut the grass. In the expansion of my mind I became an astronaut, a scientist, a wizard once even a mighty wolf. But I would never let anyone else in on my games, I would always play them by myself. But I wasn't ever lonely. I could often be found just standing at the edge of the playground, staring off into space as I imagined up weird little adventures for my seven-year-old self. I preferred it that way. There was no one to break to rules or accuse me of cheating or trip me up. No one won or lost.The Strange Boy From Nextdoor in Short Stories More Like This
But then one
What do you want for ChristmasIt was snowing.What do you want for Christmas in Short Stories More Like This
I stared, my mouth open in shock and my foot frozen mid-air from the step I'd been about to take as I made my way to the kitchen.
It was snowing.
I just couldn't believe it. There was snow. Here. Little white flakes of frozen water drifting down past the window. Snow. Here. Snow.
It was snowing...
I was out the door in a second.
Mum shouted after me, something about making sure to put a on hat or something but she knew I wouldn't listen. I was too excited. I hadn't seen snow since... since before I was eleven, since before we moved, since five years ago.
I literally jumped out the front door, still yanking on gloves and the requested hat as I went, my feet sliding on a thin layer of ice as I cartoon-leg-slipped to a stop before I tripped down into the road. I couldn't help but grin though, the short dose of unexpected adrenaline lasting a hell of a lot longer than it should have. Or perhaps that was just the excitement that was making me feel like a giddy little
Sugar - Critique RequestedHe liked sugar in his tea. No milk, just sugar one spoon of sugar and a Kit-Kat he never broke in half. Every day. Every day for five months he had come into the café and ordered a cup of tea with one sugar and a Kit-Kat. Sometimes he read the paper, sometimes not. But he was always there. But not now. Not today. He didn't come in today. But, then again, neither did I.Sugar - Critique Requested in Short Stories More Like This
Every day for five months I went over to his table and out of routine asked what he wanted. And every day for five months he smiled, politely requesting the cup of tea with one sugar and no milk, and a Kit-Kat he wouldn't broke in half. Every day for five months I shyly returned the smile, timidly murmuring that I would just get that for you sir, before away and heading back across the room towards the kitchen, grinning like an idiot but inwardly cursing that I couldn't just ask him out...
Every day for five months I glanced over my shoulder as I reached the counter, and every day for five months he was alrea
WaitingMakesTheHeartGrowFonderIt was late now. Somehow Skye had ended up inviting Azure and 'Tim' back to his sister's apartment, though he couldn't quite remember just how that had happened. Neither Jeanne nor Tommy could quite figure it out either. When he had first stepped foot into the flat, they had looked up with expectant and all-too-innocent looks on their faces - only for that innocent expectation to turn into confusion when Azure walked in with his head down and Tims arm around his waist. Sandy, Joe and Simon were already there, but luckily he had managed to get a word in first and had hurriedly introduced Azure to anyone who didn't know him and Tim to everyone who didn't know him.WaitingMakesTheHeartGrowFonder in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the initial confused looks thrown in his and Azures direction, Skye found himself being 'will you help me, Skye?'d into the kitchen by numerous people to explain things a bit more clearly. Although it didn't really take much of a genius to at least catch on that something wasn't right. Skye still couldn't take his eyes aw
InTheDarknessChptr4ComingOfAgeMy forehead was burning. It felt so hot but at the same time it wasn't heat that was causing the pain. It was inside. Inside my head inside my heart. I was being burned from the inside out by something. My eyes opened and for the briefest of moments I saw another pair of eyes, looking down on me. But they aren't like any eyes I've ever seen before. They're so clear and yet so dark. A black violet colour that pierced my mind. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. There's nothing but those eyes and then suddenly they're gone and I'll falling falling down into something sticky and wet and reeking-InTheDarknessChptr4ComingOfAge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Eli! Eli, what's wrong? Elias?!" my eyes snapped open. I was lying facedown on my bedroom floor, my blankets twisted around my legs and constricting me, my parents standing at the door looking panicked. I groaned as I pushed myself up onto my knees, and when I looked over my shoulder I saw that my parents both have that look on both their faces again. I tried to smile, but even
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His eyes gazed at the figure before him with such intensity that the younger boy felt a shiver work its way down his spine despite the fact that he had just earlier declared he wasn't cold. And he wasn't. It was just that the way the man's gaze, whether it was directed at the boy or the paper on his lap, held something Gareth rarely ever saw. Love. This man honestly loved what he was doing. He had been skeptical at first, true. But who wouldn't be? What kind of guy drives down into the seeder side of town, picks up a boy like him, and pays him sixty bucks just to pose for some drawing? Sure, you get those rare guys that are honestly nice. The ones that just want company and even feed the ones they buy for the night. Or the ones that 'have never done anything like this before', and find a way to make you enjoy it as well. Or even the ones with the hero complex 'only want to help' and give you three times as much as you asked to pay for you g
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Pip glanced around at the other people in the church as he sat down in a middle pew quietly. Everyone was shooting him weird looks, probably because of the clothes he'd borrowed from Damien that morning, a jet black sleeveless turtleneck that hung off of his thin frame and a pair of black Hawk shorts held onto his waist with a silver studded black belt. He could tell everyone knew he'd found a place to stay simply from his choice of clothes, but the fact that his blonde hair was razor straight and gleaming with cleanliness again gave them an absolute confirmation. But they just couldn't figure out who he was staying with, and the murmurs weren't quiet.
"I bet he's staying with that new family," one person said.
"Someone saw him being carried by some stranger to the apartment complex near Stark's Park," another whispered.
"Really? You don't think he's selling himself for shelter do you?" A woman asked the person
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Last night was insane, and that's coming from me.
We all decided to go out to a nightclub for Kyle's eighteenth birthday, a pleasant surprise when we picked him up and arrived at the warehouse outside of town serving as the makeshift nightclub. It was just the four of us, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, and me, Kenny McCormick, for the first time in a long time. (Since graduation was fast approaching, we've barely had any free time to hang out as a group and it really sucked since these guys were, well, my only friends.)
Everything was going good--actually, better than good, things were great! The four of us were squished together on the dance floor, being forced to grind against each other to techno, fast pop, and hard rock music. The birthday boy was sandwiched between Stan and me, his front against mine while his super best friend was grinding against his ass. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a little jealous of Stan's position, but the one I
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"I'll be back, Kyle," a black haired man called as he slipped his black Vans on.
A man with a head of curly red hair poked his head out of the garage, his face covered in ash. "Where're you going?"
"I'm gonna go pick up some new sheet music." He waved back at his friend.
Kyle smiled and waved at him with the wrench in his left hand. "Okay. Be careful."
He nodded and walked out the door as his pulled his dark brown jacket on over the white long-sleeved shirt and the very top of his blue hip hugger jeans. Ever since his sophomore year of high school, he'd played the violin, loving every moment of it. A lot of the music he owned he'd had since beginning to play, and playing the same things over and over was getting boring. True, he went to the music store every other day or so to buy or borrow new music from the owner, a friend of his he'd had ever since middle school, but he rarely bought any - his job at the bar didn't pay much.
Easily, he ignored the many st
Beauty and the Beast PrologueA blonde haired boy in a dark red suit sat slumped in his wooden throne with his narrow blue eyes glaring daggers at the people dancing around the ballroom floor in front of him. Everyone in front of him were his servants, people who attended to his every whim, but he never showed them the same respect they showed him. The only reason he even allowed them this mock ball was because his advisor, Butters, had suggested it as a way to boost morale amongst the servants. If it wasn't for the fact that morale was the only thing keeping them going, he would've shot the idea down.Beauty and the Beast Prologue in Fan Fiction More Like This
A boy with black hair, Ike walked up to him with an old woman dressed in rags following him. "Master, this woman needs a place to stay for the night."
His glare shifted to the old woman in front of him and then to the redhead. "Send her away."
"But master, she's just an old woman, and the night is harsh."
"I don't want an ugly old hag in this castle!" He yelled. "Away with you old woman!"
The woman looked up at him f
Congratulations"Meet me at Stark's Pond tonight at midnight," Stan said with a playful wink. "Believe me, it'll be worth it."Congratulations in Romance More Like This
Kyle sighed and looked up at the starry night sky. He supposed that he should be mad that Stan was nearly an hour late but happened so often that he didn't care. He could only hope that Stan wasn't going to stand him up in the middle of the night, he might never be able to forgive him in that case.
He spotted movement near a tree at the edge of the pond and hit the pause button on his Ipod, near the end of the English version of "Shissou," the ending theme for the anime Ouran High School Host Club, which Bebe had introduced him to. He turned to the movement but didn't step towards it. There were all sorts of people that hung around the park at night, mostly drug addicts and homeless people though, and Kyle wasn't sure if he was entirely safe now.
After another moment, a figure with short blonde hair stepped into the moonlight with a deep sigh. His orange parka wa
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"Pip," Damien drawling softly as he gently poked the blonde's arm, "wake up babe."
Slowly, Pip stirred and opened his eyes to see the credits of Battle Royale going by. He looked back at Damien sleepily, just now realizing he was still in the noirette's arms. "What time is it?" He yawned and stretched a bit.
"Almost one in the morning." The anti-Christ turned the DVD player and TV off, and then threw the remotes off to the side.
The Brit groaned and slowly stood as Damien did. "I have church in the morning."
Damien raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Church?"
He rolled his eyes and scooped Pip into his arms bridal style. He couldn't understand why Pip still went to church, especially after he dated Kenny for that time. "Why do you still go to church?"
"Is that a problem?" He muttered as he leaned against Damien's chest and closed his eyes again. He was still tired from their "game" earlier, he instantly relaxed and very nearly fell asleep a
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Hell, the black-haired teen named Damien sighed and turned away from the bright red lake of fire his house was on the beach of, is so boring.
The piercing screams of the damned that usually could send the anti-Christ into a wonderful deep sleep just couldn't tonight. He had to look for something else to get to sleep since Satan, his father, kept all of the sleep medicine locked up somewhere Damien couldn't find or see, even with Hell's looking glass. His black combat boots crunched softly on the blood tinted rocks lining the beach as he walked to the eastern side of the lake. Sometimes a walk around the lake of fire would tire him, but that was rare. That wasn't why he was walking around the lake anyway.
At hearing a particularly loud screech, Damien stopped and had his red eyes sweep across the surface of the lake. He looked up as he realized the screech was coming from a falling, flaming body. Yet another soul denied paradise. He wondered a
Nothing Else MattersA redheaded boy shut a dark brown suitcase sitting on his full-sized bed and grabbed the bright green backpack that was sitting next to his feet. As he threw the bag over his shoulder, keeping grip of the strap when he did, he looked over at the black-haired boy looking at him from a rolling desk chair with nothing less than despair. The redhead could tell the other boy really didn't want him to leave, but there was no choice, he had to leave.Nothing Else Matters in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stan, don't look so sad." He knelt down in front of Stan and rested one hand on his knee.
"I can't help it Kyle," Stan said with tears beginning to flood his eyes, "I don't want you to go."
Kyle smiled softly. "I'll come visit, you know that."
"But, Kyle, I don't want you to go."
"Stan," he covered Stan's lips with one hand, "don't worry. I have no choice, you just have to let me go."
"But just thinking about any amount of time separated from you makes me want to cry." Stan wrapped his arms around Kyle's and gave him a soft but passionate kiss,
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Introduction 1: Pip
The blonde British teen named Pip Pirrip stared up at the starry night sky as he sat down on a bench in front of Stark's Pond. He brushed the strands of his hair that fell from the front of the dark gray beret to rest in front of his golden eyes. He loved clear summer nights, it gave him a chance to not only actually wear a red t-shirt with his usual dark gray shorts, but it allowed him to just relax and clear his mind. That's what he'd miss whenever he had to go to England for college in only a few months - he had to live with his roommate near the university for a month before the semester began - the quiet summer nights of South Park, Colorado.
Pip lowered his head to look at the dirty pond in front of him. In the faint moonlight, the water looked black and beautiful with the bright green lily pads, some of which actually had pure white lilies on top of them. A light breeze blew past, sending the slightest ripples across the water. He smiled at the sight,
Project R.S.D: Part 3The three of us, Randy, Darius, and me, Seth Todd, have been friends for what feels like forever. We've all had those time where we show each other how we really are. Darius was always the punk of the three. Randy, the calm one that never let anything phase him. And me the only one that was quick to kick someone's ass. But ever since last night, we've all changed. Darius is like he's about to kill someone if they say or do the wrong thing. Randy is kinda psycho. And for the first time, I'm... nice. And in a weird way, I feel all warm inside. I've never felt "warm" inside. It's creepy to think about.Project R.S.D: Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I went to take a seat to relax some more. Just as I did that, I had to get right back up to get the door.
"Who is it?" I called.
"Your girlfriend, Sarah," she responded.
Sarah Peach, the one that have been with for about a little over a year. She was there through so much. The time my dad died, when I got the house, prom, and graduation. There have been times where I should have thanked her
Project R.S.D.: Part 10I was alone with the moon with no worries. The only problem was that I could reach it like I wanted to. It was too far away, but at least I was able to be out in the open. I couldn't stay in the house like that. I was too wild and I felt like an animal too much. And I loved that feeling. It was like ridding the most dangerous ride at a amusement part. Or like making a plane zero into the ground without making contact.Project R.S.D.: Part 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I sat out here, I was starting to feel like I was losing my mind. Thinking about why I came out here in the first place was kinda stupid. I must really need some sleep. "The moon talking to me? Really?" I said to myself as I started to laugh at how ridiculous it finally sounded. I just stared up at the sky and looked at the full moon. I needed to do this more often, to get away from homework, class, and my family from time to time.
I snapped my head as I heard footsteps stop through leaves and wind blow them away. Warmth ran through me as if I was in sauna. I didn't th
Project R.S.D.: Part 2I sat in my room and laid on my bed. I even though I knew all of this was real, I still didn't want to believe it. That a 19 year old guy like me, Darius Johnson, will be a some kind of... bird-guy. An eagle or a hawk to be exact. The facts told me that everything was real, as much as it felt like a movie. The pain was the only thing told me. Then Randy had just told me, so that was two proofs. So I had to believe as much as I didn't want to, as I sat here and tried my hardest to resist the smell that I was enjoying coming from my closet full of dead rodents.Project R.S.D.: Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What on earth is that smell?" Travis, my roommate that I forgot about, asked as he walked in.
"I don't even know," I lied. "I just got in, and I'm beat. I didn't even bother trying to find out what is was. I'm too tired."
He walked straight to the closet like he had put the rodents there himself. "Oh, God!" he said, reactting to the smell. "Who put road kill in my closet?"
"Someone put road kill in the closet?"
"Darius, did you d
Project R.S.D.: Part 9As much as I kinda didn't want to get him, I went along with Darius, Derrick, and the other two to get Randy in his right mind. I know that I'm not the one that would stay up late for- Well, I would stay up at one place in particular, but that's not important now. I must really be losing it because I don't recall doing, thinking, or planning to, even if it was my mom in need, to do this for anyone. I need to get out of this... what people would, a nightmare in reality.Project R.S.D.: Part 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Darius, how is he.. not like us?" Derrick asked him as we searched.
"Well, he's not in complete control like you are, and his eyes are like a yellowish light-greenish color," Darius said.
"And yours are dark green," I reminded Darius.
"And your turn black," Darius told me.
The three other traded faces, then looked at me. I didn't know what for. I was lost for all I knew about them. Darius knew more than me, and he wasn't even one of them. He knew more than Randy, I bet. He is the one that's passing college.
Project R.S.D: Part 4It was sunset, and I was bored. I wanted something to happen. I should have made sure that the guys weren't doing anything tonight. If they were and didn't let me know until the last minute, then I wouldn't care. At least I would be doing something. Stuff like that didn't phase me. I never got why it got to some people. I guess will never know. And as the thought of excitement was planted in my head, that's what came like I had been wishing my hardest, praying for the longest as my phone rang and I answered it.Project R.S.D: Part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Randy!" Sarah yelled into the phone.
"What is it? And do you have to be so loud?" I asked.
"It's Seth. He's turning into this... fish-thing! You have to come help him."
"Crap! Um... I'm on my way. Are you still at the house?"
"I left. He told me to get you and Darius."
"Have you called Darius?" I asked.
"No, not yet. Randy, please help me!"
"Sarah, calm down. You're making me nervous."
"I'm sorry, but I'm scared. What happened to him?" She asked frantically.
"One of us will tel
Project R.S.D.: Part 5I woke up with a headache in... Randy's car, with a maniac as it's driver. Whoever it was, they made a sharp turn, throwing me into the door. It didn't help my headache at all. They made another turn. I threw up from being shaken so much. I guess the good thing about that was I was feeling better.Project R.S.D.: Part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What the hell?" I asked myself out loud.
"Darius, you ok?" Sarah's voice asked me.
"Just peachy," I said in a sarcastic tone.
"Is anything following us?" she asked frantically.
I tried to get up and look out the back window, but she jerked the car for another sharp turn. "Would you stop doing that?!"
"Sorry," she said as she did it again.
"Nope, I don't see anything, except cars," I finally said, as I saw two car almost hit each other as we sped by them.
"Oh, thank God," she said, and for the first time since I woke up, she slowed down a little.
"What is your problem?" I asked still irritated that she was throwing me around in the car.
"Did you not see what Seth and Randy turn into? What hap
Project R.S.D.: Part 6I came to on the ground outside. I didn't know where I was exactly where I was but I knew that it was dark. I was clueless. I saw that my mouth was still in front of me, still in pain from the new teeth that had grown. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were still webbed like they were before I had turned into that shark. I was still the shark and Randy, as a werewolf, was being rational about coming for me, like he was going to kill me. I hoped that he didn't with all that I would try not to let him do it.Project R.S.D.: Part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I got up and went on instinct, running for Randy. He looked angrier, like he was going to rip me apart. I saw him accelerate a little from the speed that he was going at first. I tried to do the same, but it didn't work like I wanted, because I almost lost my footing a little. I narrowed my eyes to focus, but that didn't work either because I really didn't want to hurt him. I was confused, thinking about myself and my friends and instinct that was implanted in my brain from
Project R.S.D.: Part 8"Would you two just calm down and go back to sleep?" I asked, hoping that at least one of them would get it.Project R.S.D.: Part 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I said stay out of it, Darius!" Randy yelled as his eyes turned bright yellow.
"Stop talking to him like that!" Seth yelled back at him.
"I'm going to burn this damn house down if you two don't cut it out now!"
Randy turned to me. Seth gave him a suspicious stare. Randy had this deranged look on his face like he was constipated or wanted something that was so tempting. There was too much anger in this room. I couldn't focus on what I was trying to do. Get these two from trying to fight each other. With my anger getting in the way of that, I was only making it harder for myself. So, I tried to keep myself calm as well.
"Rand y, what is going on, man?" I asked. "Are you ok?"
"I want to go to the moon," he said. "It's so beautiful and alone. I just want to make it happy." He dropped is face to the floor.
"Dude, you can't go to the moon. It's too far away. It's ok."
"Yes, I can. I'
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She lived in a kaleidescope of smiles, surrounded by those that worshipped her.
On the outside, she appeared to be sweeter than a kitten's meow. She was just as pristine as a child, prancing underneath sunny skies without a care in the world. Her vibrant lust for life, followed by her charming demeanor, wrote a long list of admirers for her. A devious side lived beneath a flower's innocence, though, and it was akin to the valor sweeping through an intrepid queen. Sun-strewn purity clashed with a vixen's fortitude, giving birth to an angel many would remember for all time. A roguish spirit and a flower's song stole hearts by the thousands, showering the world in cascades of petals.
Men dreamt of her. Photographers were blessed by her. School newspapers and websites celebrated her smiles. Old women and students ordered pounds of her cookies, straight off her website. Her dearest, long-time friend had severe competition, for online and offline men wanted to slit his throat. Solstice had b
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Gazing through the window, he realized just how lucky he was.
As others bolted out of life's gate, he got off to a rocky start. His childhood was anything but carefree, complete with a cold-blooded mother and a drunken father. Living only as a prostitute, his mother screwed anything and everything on two legs. His father dealt with it by drinking himself into daily stupors, and knocking the daylights out of his two children. He held a janitor's position, working as a dog just to pay the rent.
Well, his checks were meant to satisfy the rent, but they only satisfied one thing: his craving for more booze.
Day in and night out, he sought ways to comfort himself. He tended little gardens, created stuffed kittens for hugging, and lived out fantasies. He envisioned himself in the life of a princess, dressing in white leggings and creating cone hats. Wondering when his prince would come to take him far, far away. Hoping someone would rescue him from a sordid, laborous life.
He dreamt of becomi
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Ever since he could remember, he watched heroes on television and film.
He read fairy tales from cover to cover, memorized every version of 'Cinderella', and watched 'Sleeping Beauty' enough times for a thousand people. He could recite Disney's 'Beauty and the Beast' by heart, dressed up as Cinderella for last year's Halloween, and cheered for the heroes of new blockbusters.
He assumed those experiences would be enough. With all of that knowledge locked under his belt, he should've had the gleaming, grade-A resume of a world-class hero. Sure, leaving behind the title of Princess was troubling, but he should've jumped at the chance to play hero. His Princess, the endangered Eiri Yuki, was in dire need of help! Was Bad Luck's singer ready to glide onto his valiant white steed, defeat Yuki's dragons and save the day?
Not really. He couldn't even understand what the dragons were, let alone his newly acquired destiny.
A half-dead, brain-dead Yuki would've been better than Yuki the sex slave
Serenade Breath-YAOIHe thought he had seen everything.Serenade Breath-YAOI in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His name was Reiha Suzuno. As a world-renowned surgeon and X-Ray Technician, he thought he had seen everything. Patients from all walks of life came through his doors, gracing him with new sights, sounds and treasures. Whether they brought him viruses or broken skin, they were always accompanied by new, refreshing experiences. Stimulating experiences. Staggering experiences. Things he'd never thought he'd see, but was more than ready to tackle. He took everything head-on, and as a result, his world marveled at his miracles. Friends swelled around him, co-workers turned heads, and he was sure he could handle anything.
Until that night.
Once upon a time, a certain redhead suffocated. He drowned in what he believed to be invincible love, holding onto false hope. Gripped onto what should have been, but never was. The life of his moonlit feather was unbearably short, ending underneath a thick wave of pesticides and alcohol. He tried to keep his fairy tale
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"War is thus divine in itself, since it is a law of the world. War is divine through its consequences of a supernatural nature which are as much general as particular. War is divine in the mysterious glory that surrounds it and in the no less inexplicable attraction that draws us to it. War is divine by the manner in which it breaks out." -Joseph De Maistre
I've had everything I've ever wanted, ever since I was little.
As soon as I was born, I've had the world served to me on a silver platter. I made the decision to rule the world, and nothing could stop me from attaining everything I wanted. When I was a scamp, I put my grubby hands on so much candy, I would've made Willy Wonka jealous. Boys and girls, from all over the neighborhood, poured their toys onto my family's lawn. And whenever I asked for something, Mom gave it to me. Nothing kept me from standing on top of the world as a shrimp, and things didn't change when I entered junior high. Other kid
Voyage of the Dawn TreaderThe following poem is NOT mine. It is merely featured to enhance the following experience.Voyage of the Dawn Treader in Fan Fiction More Like This
This story is an alternate, 'yaoi fangirl' spin on the end of Assassin's Creed Brotherhood. It is also my spin on the upcoming Assassin's Creed epic. Please do not take the featured events as official events.
Mindy Brandon: Last name was inspired by Charles Brandon, the Duke of Suffric. Mindy, an original member of the team, bears a set of raging red locks, falcon tattoos on her cheeks, and brilliant green eyes. Her appearance was inspired by Vanille of Final Fantasy XIII.
POE: Piece of Eden.
I try to tell you I'm sorry so many times.
but from the thought in my brain to the words in
my mouth, always get lost in translation and come
out as something neither of us can put together.
no mind understanding it.
I'm trying to tell you that I'm scared.
thinking that if I keep speaking this gibberish
I'll wake up one day with you gone and a note
of the same caliber sitting on
Eden's Voice 3-ORIGINALEden's Voice 3-ORIGINAL in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wish everyone could savor my happiness.
Richel fills me with sunshine, whether he's holding my hand or showing me new things. We shared many hours together, and he led me through joy's spectrum. As I visited many smiles, places and dreams, he showered me in love's sugar. I came to life all over again, walking alongside him. I discovered Ludwig's Bakery through his eyes, tasted the riches of Raincrest Cafe, and swallowed the sugardrops of Layne's Labyrinth.
I had so many delights, I must've experienced the whole world. My owner opened up a whole new world for me! And after lunch, I got to experience the most delicious treat of all. I was swept underneath a prism blossom tree, Richel smiled at me, and everything was sweet. He touched me, kissed me, and I tasted the sweet juices of true happiness.
I wish everyone could savor my happiness. The happiness Richel brings to me. I am sad to say not everyone is as happy as I am.
Shortly after my world revealed himself, something horrific ha
Ivy CreepypastaI sighed, the day had been completely boring as usual, until lunch. I had just got home for school. During lunch my friends had been talking about Pokemon, an odd topic considering we were in high school. They had been talking about all these weird stories they heard on a site called creepypasta on how strange stuff with Pokemon had happened to these people. I listened and laughed when one of my friends told me all this stuff was true, I told her those stories were a load of shit....boy, was I about to find out how wrong I was.Ivy Creepypasta in Short Stories More Like This
I decided to play my new, well new to me, considering my mom got it used at game stop(I was slightly behind in the Pokemon fad) Diamond game that my mom had bought me for getting good grades. I smiled and opened the case, the game cartridge look a little darker than I expected but I just ignored that and put the game in, the title screen came up, it had an old saved game so I decided to play it out of curiosity . I was surprised and a little freaked out to find
20 hints for guys about girlsHints for guys about girls.20 hints for guys about girls in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. glaring- you better stop what you are doing and ask what's wrong.
2. repeating something- this is usually a hint for you.
3. saying "I'm fine."- If they still look upset when they say that, it's a lie.
4. Crying- If she's crying, hug her!
5. Complements- We freaking LOVE complements, complement often.
6. Usually if we say that our hand is cold, that's a hint to hold it.
7. If we are mad at you, say sorry, even if you are not sure what you did, say sorry.
8.We are very self conscious- we get hurt if you tell us we're fat or something like that.
9.In arguments we hate being proved wrong, please be gentle.
10. We are very sensitive, the three words "I love you." when said by a guy are taken seriously.
11. We tend to fall heavily, so be prepared to catch us.
12. Please don't yell, it tends to be scary.
13. We don't want to tell you what we are hinting at, it's just not the same, because we had to tell you.
14. Your hugs are magic.
15. We don't want to be look
I understand.Death. That word, when I was a kid never crossed my mind. Now I was face to face with it. 1957 my mother who was my best friend since my father left us when I was five, was diagnosed with cancer. They couldn't cure her and five months later she died. I was then sent to live with my uncle. He didn't live far away, so I didn't have to change schools which was about one of the only good things to come of this. About a week later I went back to school. I missed a lot and I was so lost. I also got in a fight with some kid for calling me some stupid name. Needless to say, he got punched in the gut and I ran outside crying. I felt sick to my stomach, I hated what was going on in my life. It wasn't fair. I'm sure looked like a mess sitting on a bench crying my eyes out. "Samantha?" I heard a voice coming from a few feet away. I sniffled "GO away." I said.I understand. in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't think that's such a good idea." He said. I looked up at this boy, it was John Lennon, someone who got on my nerves, oh I don't know
Put these thoughts to restCan't you see, how I feel? I get so mad easily, so frustraighted so quickly. I need to breathe now. I feel claustrophobic, I can't move, I need space. I need to be me, and I need you to realize that. You don't understand, I wish you did but you don't. I tried to explain but it was all a failed attempt. You must learn to accept and understand in your own time. I want you to but you don't want to. I need to know if you can learn to accept and understand or will you just be stubborn and just accept so the tension will be over. Both ways seem nice right now, the tension is overwhelming and I want that to end too. Once something is said it can't be taken back and even if you try to patch it, that may not work. Frustration is building up but I can't tell you, I'm to shy of a person for that.My mind is always thinking about it but I don't want to think about it it stresses my out and I don't need more of that. Listen I just need to put these thoughts to rest but I know you won't see this unlePut these thoughts to rest in Emotional More Like This
How I became a Beatles fanWell it all seemed like a normal day.I went over my friend's house to hang out and then go to catechism. Her two cousins come along too.After catechism, one of her cousins, Nathan, asks me if I like The Beatles and I say "No, not really." I thought they were too old(It was stupid of me to think that). He tells me to go online and listen to Hello Goodbye. I agree, not thinking for even a moment that doing that would change my life so dramatically or even change my life at all. After I get dropped off at my house I tell my mom about what happened at catechism, to be honest I don't remember at all what happened. I sat at the computer and looked at my stuff and eventually got bored so I decided to go look up the song that my friend told me to listen to. I found a video and started listening. I was amazed. Their music was one one of the best things I had ever heard. It was love from the first song. It took only a little while to fall completely head over heels for their music. IHow I became a Beatles fan in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Freak and proudYou know what, I am different, weird, odd, unique and even a bit crazy and you know what? I'm proud. I'm proud that I don't fit in, I don't want to. Frankly I love making people stare. I don't care if my school thinks I'm a freak, I have my friends who care about me no matter what. People can hate on me all they want, I'm not going to change, I love the way I am. I'm proud to be me. I've realized that what I've been through has made me the person I am today,freak and proud. So what if I don't fit in with the 'norm'? as long as I like who I am, there is no reason to change. I'm not perfect and I don't claim to be but why should I try to change who I am? I am proud to be me!Freak and proud in Emotional More Like This
Don't give upThe pain I feel is no ordinary pain, it's the pain of loss. I did not know him, but I still feel the loss, a young man's life was gone too soon. He left this world of his own choice, in despair. He must of been afraid as his life faded away, did he know how much his choice would affect others? Did he know how much his friends loved him? His best friend was in tears, he didn't know, he had no idea that his best friend was going to kill himself. The world lost a wonderful person that day. Too many people have felt the hurt and loss of teen suicide. Life is too short as it is. Please don't give up!Don't give up in Emotional More Like This