Dancing With MyselfThe desert was, in his opinion, the ugliest part of America.Dancing With Myself in Fan Fiction More Like This
Now, he knew about the diverse wildlife and the delicate ecosystem and how everything was held in check, in balance, like the feather that Egyptian god used to weigh the dead's souls and how messing up just one thing sent everything else spiraling downhill. He knew it was a part of his legacy, part of the Wild West. Cowboys roamed the desert, chasing dreams across the red sands. Ladies had haughtily stalked down the streets of little nowhere towns, skirts held up daintedly out of the dirt.
But the desert was dry and the desert was endless. It was repetition of a boring song, a mixing of reds and oranges so close to each other in shade that they were nearly the same color anyway. The desert was bright blue skies hanging over dull dead dirt with fading flora and hiding fauna. It was cacti struggling for life off an inch or so of rain, coyotes looking to make a living off the remains of those animals stupid enough to wander duri
Prussian Courting Rituals"Hey, Mattie..." Gilbert drawled demandingly, sprawling across Matthew's chocolate brown leather sofa, staring unabashedly at his friend, "Come here a second."Prussian Courting Rituals in Fan Fiction More Like This
He wiggled his finger in Matt's general direction as the Canadian pushed his vacuum cleaner across his living room floor. Matthew's blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail at the base of his neck, the sleeves of his red sweatshirt rolled back to his elbows. Sweat dribbled in a thin line down his forehead to the curve of his jaw.
Gilbert was lounging on Matt's sofa, watching with a sort of detached interest as his friend was that the word Matthew was looking for? Could what he and Gilbert have be consider friendship? went about his chores.
Now, however, he was waving in Matt's direction, a grin that could only be described as malicious on his pale face. Warily, Matt turned off the vacuum and and turned to face the albino, hands on his hips. "What do you want now, Gilbert? I'm not going to cook pan
LoveIt had taken fifteen years, but Haku did come for her again.Love in Fan Fiction More Like This
She'd grown up, Chihiro had. Gone to high school with it's loud jokes and overdone drama, gone to university with it's stress of studying and worry about tests and passing and the oh shit this is the real world and we're not ready for it sort of air that always seems to surround university campuses. She grew, baby-fat face growing angular, thin hair growing long and thick. Her hair stuck to the back of her neck with summertime heat, so she chopped it to chin length. Her skin darkened to the color of coffee with heavy cream, her body growing muscular from summer jobs she had taken working with the restoration of rivers and plain lands.
She waited for Haku, but didn't let it get in her way. She made friends, dated a few guys, got good grades and threw up when she tried sake for the first time. She got into a good college, studied hard, earned a degree in environmental science and was working in the town near the entrance
ViolinHe always waits for West to leave. It's usually early evening by the time he does, and their shared home is coated with a haze of gray shadows and the cool breezes of early evening. West will pull on his favorite leather jacket by the door, picking his keys up from the table as he walks by it, still covered with the remains of their dinner. His keys always jingle as he drops them into his pocket.Violin in Fan Fiction More Like This
He will tell Gilbert to put away the leftovers and call the dogs in as he stuffs his wallet into his jeans, but both of them know that Gilbert'll put it off until it's too late and West's already home, dead tired, and irritated that his brother can't follow a simple direction. Gilbert doesn't know why West keeps trying, but he always nods, grinning, and slaps his brother on the back as he slips out the front door, telling him to have a great time at Feliciano's place and to always remember to use protection.
In summer, West just rolls his eyes and wheels his bike out of the garage so he can bi
KokleSome instruments produce a melody that rings true when paired with another. Latvia prefers to think of himself as an instrument that sings best when it sings alone. Maybe this stems from his desire to be independent, his disgust at always tailing behind someone for his endless existence. He isn't sure where it comes from, but it's there, and he finds it refreshing because now he doesn't need to follow behind someone.Kokle in Fan Fiction More Like This
The kokle is bulky, and it rests awkwardly, heavily, as he tries to shift it to the proper position. His sheet music is stacked haphazardly, weighed down with a root and dirt covered rock so the brisk breeze does not entice the sheets into following it into the cloud-covered sky. The gentle wind is breathing on his fingers, stiffening them, making them refuse his orders to bend so he may play. The bare branches of the dying pine tree he leans against clack together; skeletal hands clapping for the songs he has yet to strum. The frigid cold is not good for his kok
Rewinding Utopia PrologueHe does not like the silence of the country. He grew up in a bustling metropolis; he grew up surrounded by the chatter of people and the squealing of brakes. At night, puddles of dull white light from the streetlamps provided shelter against the crushing blackness with the glow of houselights to illuminate the streets. There was food in the freezer and a heater in the basement and all of life was good.Rewinding Utopia Prologue in Fan Fiction More Like This
But the bombs took it all took the chattering people and the cars with the squealing brakes. The bombs took the streetlamps, the houses, the freezers and the heaters. The bombs took his sister, his mother, his best friend, and levelled his world to stacks of bricks at the corners of streets covered in rubble and old skeletons lying in the road. The scattering remains of the bomb, the radiation, seeped into the one thing that remained of his old world his watch, given to him by his mother for his twentieth birthday and nearly took him too.
Now, he is weak. His hair fe
Log - DenmarkDenmark thinks the winter sunrises are the best. They are late enough in the day that he is awake to see them, with fog hanging like a thick curtain over the dark expanse of deep gray ocean. The sun is a sliver of molten orange gold as it drifts over the horizon, turning the world shades of lavender and pale pink. It's late, although time is relative now with no real working clocks. Maybe if the world was normal, it would be close to eight in the morning. Denmark used to like to rise at six, but his grasp on time and reality is a little shaky these days.Log - Denmark in Fan Fiction More Like This
The beach is empty except for him, damp sand crunching softly under his worn and torn thick black coat. His breath forms clouds in front of his face, white and ephemeral.
It is silent, except for the gentle lapping of waves on shore and the gentle howl of the whispering wind breezing by. The gloom of the early morning and the quiet is eerie, for there is no usual rushing of traffic. There are no city lights to pollute the sky. There is
The Universe on a Ceiling (For a Daddy)Once upon a time, that girl over there asked her daddy to paint the universe on her ceiling.The Universe on a Ceiling (For a Daddy) in Emotional More Like This
"I want the stars and the planets," she said, "Sirius and Andromeda and a supermassive black hole. Maybe some dark matter to lurk in the corners, or a quasar star instead of my kitty nightlight."
Her father went outside with a bucket and a ladder spun from sunlight, harvest at dusk, just as the sun slinks beneath the horizon. Her
father set the ladder on the hill behind the house, climbed up, and he wrung the universe from the sky.
He wrung out the stars and the planets, Sirius and Andromeda and a supermassive black hole, or maybe two. He wrung out the dark matter and the quasar nightlight. He even harvested a comet to line the hallway with, so his daughter would have sure footing when wandering at night.
Then he folded up the ladder and went back inside the house, the bucket of the universe thumping at his leg. He went to garage and found giant rollers, a tarp and a pan, and he went to his dau
Atoms to AtomsShe is lying on a pool of starlight, spinning out into a vast blackness, punctured here and there by pin pricks of silver that glitter and twinkle. Patches of rolling gases, burning green and red and the deepest hues of blue that are just two shades above black, drift by. Overhead, streaks of gold and silver intertwine and weave about, crossing the sky with their patterns.Atoms to Atoms in Short Stories More Like This
She sits up, slowly, and looks around.
There is a woman sitting there, her eyes a supernova and the rebirth of a star, her shining lips the dawning of creation. Her skirts spiral into eternity, melting into the black void of forever, and she strokes a spiral galaxy like a cat. "Hello," she says.
She says nothing as she looks around. She can see, very far away, a planet being sucked into a black hole, and she watches as it is torn to pieces, ripped to shreds. She tries to get to her feet, only to look down and discover she is already standing, although she has no memory of moving. She knows it cliché, but says,
State of the UnionThe Civil War had been awful not only for the death it caused, but because it made America realize something.State of the Union in Fan Fiction More Like This
His people called themselves united, said they stood as one, proclaimed to accept everyone and anyone. But he could see they were divided in their unity, and really, there were so many different cultures and ideas and dreams and thoughts and everything mixing together for his people to truly ever be one.
Oh sure, they try sometimes America thinks that maybe he was wrong, and maybe it is possible for his people to truly become accepting and unbiased, just maybe...and then a Republican senator cheats on his wife, breaking "traditional family values" and the Democrats go haywire, or the Democrats begin to dither over some policy and don't even notice as the Republicans sweep in and steal a senator seat, a governor's mansion, a presidency, right from under their feet.
Really, both parties can be a pain, America thinks. He can't voice that sentiment out loud, ever
The Art of Relations 13The next day at school was nothing but stress. I heard several quite disgusting rumors whispered behind me, done in such a way that I was certain they wanted me to overhear them. I had to bite my tongue to not lash out at the boys behind me who said that I was the one that Bobby Williams had been caught with. Which was utterly ridiculous, as I would have been arrested too.The Art of Relations 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another group laughed loudly about how I apparently gave blowjobs for free in the bathrooms because I liked cock so much. By third period my fingers were starting to go numb and I had to ask to go to the bathroom, which earned a round of snickers from the immature jerks. In the bathroom, I tested and fixed my blood sugar before returning to class and the rumor hounds.
Lunch was difficult. I couldn't seem to stomach any food and Benjamin was giving me strange looks of betrayal as I tried to help him with his Russian homework. After fifteen minutes, I sighed and put my pencil down, "What is it Benjamin?"
"Is it true yo
The Art of Relations 3The week passed by uneventfully for the most part. Soccer tryouts were progressing well, even though a few boys had not bothered to show up after the first day. Nikolai kept coming though and that made me happy. He was getting better too. It seemed like every day he showed up he was a little better at controlling the ball and the slow but steady improvement definitely made me (and Coach Moon) happy.The Art of Relations 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a slight downside to seeing Nikolai everyday. But I could not say I minded it much either. It seemed the more I saw him the more I realized just how adorable he was. I caught myself daydreaming about him during class a few times. There was just something so amazingly alluring about him that I could not shake. It might have been his eyes; they seemed to radiate an inner beauty that never failed to capture my attention. Or it could have been the way his hair clung to his pretty face during practice. Or it could have been the way he stretched and twisted his muscles, making my mouth
Drabble- James and Conan"What do you think?" Conan asked as his brother applied another coating of lip-gloss to his lips.Drabble- James and Conan in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Honestly? I don't like her." James said not looking away from his reflection. "And if I don't like her you know Daddy won't either." He slid his lips over each other to spread the gloss around before putting it into his purse.
Conan scowled a bit where he was leaning against the bathroom wall. "What's wrong with her?"
"Other than she's got the IQ of a rock? Did you see the way she looked at me once she heard my name?" James asked. "I thought her head would explode. And she's been giving me and Mikhail those 'you two are disgusting' looks all night."
"No she hasn't."
"Conan. Have you been sitting with the same girl as we have?" James asked glancing at his brother curiously. "She'll never last five minutes in our house and you know it."
Conan sighed heavily. "I like her though."
James shook his head a bit and tucked a blonde curl behind his ear. "I don't see why. You don't have much in comm
The Art of Relations 10After the tournament, we all went out to dinner to celebrate. I was more than happy to join in on the several excited conversations taking place around the table and recounting the spectacular moves and plays we had all seen or been a part of. I ended up not eating as much as I probably should have but I was too busy having a good time to really eat. I'd probably have to eat a snack at some point but I didn't much care.The Art of Relations 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I drove Nikolai and Skylar home after dinner before heading home myself. I was feeling particularly tired and hungry and had to pull off to the side of the road halfway home because of it. I got a couple Jolly Rogers from my glove box and popped them in my mouth before sitting back and letting the world stop spinning around me. I knew I should have eaten more at dinner, but I still hadn't. It felt like my fingers were asleep and I could feel the moisture collecting on my forehead.
As the Jolly Rogers melted in my mouth, I slowly started to feel better. I reached over to
The Art of Relations 4I stared at the page of the book I was supposedly reading for English class. But my mind wasn't on it. It was such a boring read it had not taken more than a moment for my mind to wander. And, as it had been doing lately, it wandered to Nikolai, specifically the image of Nikolai fresh out of the shower with his hair damp and his skin lightly pink from the heat of the shower.The Art of Relations 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What are you smiling about, Serj?" Romani asked, jerking my attention over to where he was sitting in front of his math homework. Mother looked over from her romance novel instantly. "I thought you hated that book." He added dully.
"It is a funny part." I lied.
"A funny part in War and Peace?" My mother echoed.
"I have a weird sense of humor." I muttered. "It is no crime."
"That's not the only thing weird about you." Romani said with a laugh.
I scowled at my younger brother. "Romani, why do you not just focus more on your math, eh?" Romani stuck his tongue out at me and I rolled my eyes in response. "You ar
Character Bio- VahieVahieCharacter Bio- Vahie in Profiles More Like This
『 The Clueless Juggernaut』
『 At First Glance』
Vahie is five foot three inches tall, slender, and has several animalistic qualities including a prehensile tail that ends in a tuft of silvery fur and advanced senses. Much of his skin is covered in short velvet-like fur and his nails are thick and sharp (like claws). He tends to wear whatever clothes happen to be around but will walk around nude without thought if it's convenient. He has silver hair that is half shaved off from curiosity about shaving razors and predatory yellow eyes.
『 Clueless, Sexy, Possessive 』
Vahie has no idea about much of everyday living. He will sit and stare at a fire with just as much fascination as the food rotating in the microwave. He tends to move and act in provocatively ways without realizing he is doing so though he is more than able to be deliberately seductive should the mood strike him. Once he deems a person o
Sacred ScarsI had just pulled my jeans up onto my hips when my intercom buzzed. I was a bit surprised at that; I hadn't been expecting anyone and I didn't usually get random visitors. It was part of the reason I had moved out into the desert to begin with. I walked over and pressed the intercom button, "Yes?"Sacred Scars in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mr. Torres, there's a man here at the gate. Says he's your brother," my gatekeeper said.
I couldn't help the scowl that crossed my face. "None of my brothers would ever show up here. Send whoever he is away," I answered before starting to walk away. I was still only half dressed after all.
"Jellz?" A new voice came across the speaker and I couldn't help but freeze at the childhood nickname. "Jellz please let me in. I...we need to talk."
My scowl deepened and I thought. After a minute, I walked back to the intercom and pressed the speaker button again, "Fine. Let him in."
"I thought your brothers didn't speak to you, babe."
I turned my head at the new voice and saw my lover leaning against th
The Art of Relations 9"Alright, boys!" Coach Moon exclaimed as we set our equipment on the bench that'd be ours for the first game. "Get stretched properly and start warming up. Serj, Skylar, you boys know the drill!" I nodded as I bounced a bit on the balls of my feet. I was full of energy, which I knew wasn't going to last forever but felt good at the moment.The Art of Relations 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Line it up!" Skylar yelled to the others. It was our job to lead the warm ups as the coach signed us all in and did other official like duties. I truly did not envy him at all, especially since I knew he didn't particularly like doing them.
While we took off in our first lap around the field I held back to match my longer strides to those of Nikolai's. "When we have finished group warm ups, make sure you finish stretching. Can not have you hurting yourself in the first game," I said as we turned one of the corners of the field. Nikolai blushed a little, but nodded.
I turned my attention back to my own warm ups, making certain to keep an eye out that
The Art of Relations 16I tried hard to wake up as someone shook me. I managed to open my eyes briefly to see Nikolai standing over me looking worried. I suddenly remembered last night. I had fallen asleep with him and hadn't checked my blood sugar before I fell asleep. It had probably crashed something serious. Either that or I had way too much sugar in me, which was doubtful considering I'd just been asleep for who knows how long. I raised a hand to his clearly worried face and smiled. It wasn't so bad that I couldn't handle it. But first I needed to see just how bad my sugar had dropped.The Art of Relations 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Arahaes, I need you to go get me my coat. It should be in the living room. Can you please bring it here?" I asked making sure to keep my voice as calm as possible. I knew better than to get up but this was nothing to panic over.
Nikolai nodded and hurried out of the room. While he was gone I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position against the wall so that I could better control what I was doing. Luckily, I was
The Art of Relations 5The entire weekend was boring and I spent most of it off in my own little world. My stepfather called several times and we had several long talks. I ended up spending quite a bit of time complaining to him about my mother and the rampage she seemed to have been in for over a week. He assured me he'd talk to her when he got home, which wasn't very reassuring as their 'talks' rarely went all that well.The Art of Relations 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Still, between complaining to my stepfather and complaining to Skylar I managed to make it through the weekend relatively sane. I only got into three outright arguments with my brother. Mostly because he seemed to have a knack of coming into my room as I was daydreaming about Nikolai, usually out loud to my pillow as I hugged it to my chest. I felt like a stupid teenage girl doing so but I couldn't help myself.
When Monday rolled around, I was actually excited to get back to school. I would see more people than my mother and brother; especially my adorable little crush. I could not recall
I Can't: KankKiba: Part 1Kiba! Wake up or youre going to be late for training! The brunette rolled over and pulled the covers above his head, ignoring his mother. Hed been so tired lately he wasnt sure if he could stand up straight, let alone run for miles in a forest with Akamaru on his back. A burst of frozen air forced him out of his sleep-induced stupor. His sister had just flung the warmth off of him.I Can't: KankKiba: Part 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kiba! Get your lazy ass up! Stretching and yawning he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and eased himself into a standing position. Hunching over slightly he shuffled into the bathroom and drew a bath. Normally he would take a shower, but he wasnt sure he had the energy, plus, every time he moved it felt as though his knees were going to fall apart. Not a good way to start the day.
After hed soaked in the hot water for a few moments he felt better, fifteen minutes later he forced himself out of the wet haven, dressed quickly, and hiked down the stai
Pen and Paper: ShikaChoChojis JournalPen and Paper: ShikaCho in Fan Fiction More Like This
August 15th 8:30 pm
If there was one thing in the entire human race that I could get rid of, it would be sore losers. I cant stand them. Ill have to kill Ino with an empty bag of Salt and Vinegar chips if Sakura ever wins Sasukes heart. There wouldnt be any living with her if she got it into her head that another girl was prettier than she is. As it is Id like to murder her most of the time, especially when she hangs all over Shikamaru like hes her personal property. They arent even dating!
If there was one thing that I could keep in the human race, it would definitely be the ability to be quiet and just enjoy the day. (And maybe a bag of chips once and a while, as long as they gave me the last few ones in the bag.) If there were just more people like Shikamaru, life would be good. Id have more friends who dont care how fat I am, Id have more people who have my back
Yeah, Shika and I are tight. He
AdvertisementI am the girl with the mutilated lips,Advertisement in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have unpredictable hair,
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Let's Sink So We Can FloatI want to guide your hand through my back and introduce you to my heart. You'll have to meet my lungs first, but if you're nice to them they will be dazzlingly kind to you. Be careful though, I've been breathing in salt for so long that they've become raw and weary with the world. Please realize that my heart isn't going to beat in sync with yours but don't you dare worry, that's just the way things are and someday you'll know that rainbows come in a variety of colors, even when they all appear to be the same.Let's Sink So We Can Float in Short Stories More Like This
I want to absorb your essence into my veins and carry you to my brain, where you'll be safe for as long as the tides are strong when they drag my weathered body out to sea and dump me on the shores again. There might be a dragon or two (or even ten, you can never really be sure) roaming about, but for all they look fearsome they're very loyal and sweet. No, what you have to look out for is the one who lurks in the shadows. Please, for my sake stay by the test tubs filled with sun
I Want YouI can feel the throb of your pulse beneath my thick leather jacket as I trip into you. I want to write a song that matches the beat and scream it to the heavens all night long. I want to feel your coarse hand brush against mine as we play it-a duet for the stars to sing. I want to remember you singing my melody and replay it as I fall asleep.I Want You in Short Stories More Like This
I can see the metallic gleam in your sea-foam eyes as I glance up into your moonshine face. I want to stare at you forever, despite the threat of alcohol poisoning. I want to etch your picture into the framework of my mind and keep you there, hidden behind the beams, forever. I want to trace every line and groove on your face and mark them with a kiss as my own.
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Maybe Destiny Got It WrongLola was a shy poet with too many dreamsMaybe Destiny Got It Wrong in Free Verse More Like This
She spent her days scribbling stories on the walls, pouring sunshine and pine needles into test tubes, and playing leapfrog with words.
James was an affable singer with stars in his eyes and no words to feel
He passed the time smashing CD's to sparkling dust, dancing his fingers over the keys, and practicing signing his name in wet concrete,
And then he met Lola.
Lola made his days glisten with bubbly sentiments unsaid,
He tried to catch her agate eyes' glitter in a jar,
He saturated pages with the new passion bubbling in his soul and abandoned them in the rain
And called her when he knew she wasn't home, singing empty songs to her dead answering machine,
He screamed her name out when he was alone
Maybe she wasn't listening
Lola was sitting alone, drawing dragons up her hips with a compass
He was finally writing his own love songs but leaving the spaces for a girl's name blank
She was close enough to touch, he was close enough to forget
No TimeWe are in the darkNo Time in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Haunted by the weight of our own expectations.
There is no one anywhere,
Not one person to take the fall for us.
We must step to the front of the pack,
Scream with all the strength we do not have.
It's our liberty; the only reason we exist,
We are nothing if we can not make it right.
The air is thick; it is hard to breathe,
But that is how it should be.
If it was easy, it would not be worth it,
Not even an accomplishment to be alive.
It is so silent I can hear the rush of blood in your veins,
The constant thump of your heart.
It is on cruise-control; you aren't trying,
I know that you don't want to stay.
Your skin is frozen; nearly solidly so,
It almost hurts to hold your hand.
A spark of light; hint of molten pleasure,
It has begun; the end of the only beginning I wanted.
Suddenly I can see clearly,
Torches illuminating everything around us.
You are still shrouded in darkness;
I can not make out your face behind the blanket of black.
A whirring noise and suddenly I'
Standing Still GaaIdaI know that this isn't what you want to hear from me. I know that you want to know about how I met him, how we fell in love, and that even though we aren't together anymore, I would still run back into his arms if they opened up for me. This isn't a love story; he is not going to come back to me and I am not going to go back to him. No matter how much you may want us to, because I'm the main character and he was one of my love interests, we simply do not know anything about each other anymore. He may think that he knows me, and if he does then it is certain that he won't be back, but I know that I don't know him, and from what I've seen, I wouldn't go back.Standing Still GaaIda in General Fiction More Like This
It has been five years since we were together, but we've known each other forever and a day. In fact, we were strictly enemies until seventh grade, when everything changed and I became mad about him. I won't talk about how we met, because that's rather embarrassing for me and so deeply ingrained into our past that it has very little
Carry Me HomeI don't know what to do:Carry Me Home in Free Verse More Like This
Should I wash my skin clean of your scent,
Scrub myself from your veins,
Pretend to forget?
I don't know what to say:
Perhaps a soliloquy of heartfelt romances,
Worn down to the bone by sandpaper,
Undress the ugly?
I don't know what to think:
Maybe recite the forgotten lines of Shakespeare,
Brand your words in my brain,
Break the train?
I don't know what to feel:
Have I even the stretch of humanity for emotions,
To weather the bonny birds bright in their taverns,
To take flight?
I don't know what to love:
The bright darkness shining in your eyes,
Your breath on my neck,
The unforgettable heat?
I don't know what to hate:
The hues of your distaste spinning webs in my arms,
Screwing nails into my bones,
Rendering me immobile?
I don't know what to accept:
Your love weaving me an afghan of sonnets,
Your hate tattooing misery along my arteries,
Loving me hatefully?
I don't know what to breathe:
The humid, heavy misfortune of fortune,
The glittering quatrain of silenc
Mine To ScourI won't love you,Mine To Scour in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You don't love me.
You'd rather be in bed with her,
Than making love to me.
Why must you push me then,
To give you a chance,
When all you want to do,
Is stare at her while we dance?
I can handle your unintentional insults,
Your insincere praises and pleas.
But, I refuse to deal with your lack of like,
Or the easiness you fall to your knees.
Why can't you listen to my refusal,
Tuck your dignity into your pocket and run?
Hurting your feelings is repulsive to me,
But you have to know this chase isn't fun.
I know you won't like me if we date,
I have more experience and zeal,
My feelings aren't set on ice,
And I'm all too willing to seal the deal.
Why do you have to be such a child?
You know how you should behave,
Don't tell me that you can't even try,
I've seen you as more than a knave.
I told you I just wanted to be friends,
But it just wasn't enough.
You wanted someone, anyone to date you,
So you gave up on the diamond for the rough.
Why are you so upset that I refuse?
Bitches Get StitchesMike had no idea where the tune had come from. It had just...popped into his head, and it showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. He sat through the meeting, trying to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away.Bitches Get Stitches in Short Stories More Like This
And then one of the other states had shot him some insult about his New York City, and suddenly the tune had words. 'You can talk your shit, you're only making me famous.'
That just drove him more insane. He needed to know where this song had come from.
And more importantly, why it wouldn't leave him alone.
He was almost ready to yank long island off when finally he heard Florida singing softly, "Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches."
Everyone else stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at her. Laura blinked in surprise at all the sudden attention during the normally chaotic meeting. "...What?"
In the Name of Solving RiddlesAn idiot would get to the point where he stood currently and still try to deny to himself that there was attraction there. Edward Nygma, better known as the Riddler, was no where near being an idiot. He was perfectly aware that his feelings were more than that of simple respect for a fellow criminal.In the Name of Solving Riddles in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even if he was too smart to tell himself he wasn't attracted to Harvey "Two-Face" Dent, it wasn't something he was going to broadcast to the asylum. The other Arkhamites hated him enough as it was. Edward preferred to explain away his prolonged time around the schizophrenic man as investigating some unsolved riddles.
It was this very excuse that led him to--after a very bad joke from (whom else) the Joker--answer the question of whether or not Harvey's burnt half tasted like bacon. It was an intriguing question, the examination of which resulted in a coin flip followed by a bone-breaking punch to the jaw. In hindsight, it wasn't the best idea to lick a psychopath.
There were some questi
How to Write Fanfiction For Any Pairing!How to Write Fanfiction in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Pick a pairing. Any pairing. We're teaching you to write for any pairing, right? So pick any pairing. It doesn't matter if these characters are relatives, or have opposing sexual identities to the pairing, or hate each other in canon, or have never spoken more than a word to each other, or even if they never met at all! Heck, it doesn't even matter if the creator has expressed a disgust or even hatred for your pairing! It's your fanfiction after all, so it must mean that you can totally disrespect the wishes of the writer/artist/creator of the series/movie/comic/whatever!
2. Now decide on a setting. Any setting! You can change a character's age or even species if you need to for them to fit in! Heck, give them a dye job and maybe a new eye color! As long as you keep the names, it will be clear who you mean, right?
3. Next, tweak their personalities a bit. Well, it's your story, so you can do whatever, right? You can make characters
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Water washed over the pavement. Then another wave came and washed over the already standing water. I briefly wondered if I should be chasing pavements, but then I realized I was being silly again.
When the next wave rolled in, I realized the water wasn't stopping. That terrified me. Wasn't flooding another sign of the apocalypse?
So I ran. I ran far from the house. I ran to the arcade. I racked up points. I wrecked a game. I got kicked out. I raked a hand through my hair. I went to the Middle East and I rocked Iraq. They were not happy about that in the least. After escaping an angry mob in Iraq, I went to Azerbaijan and congratulated them on winning Eurovision. Then I thought it was better for me to return home before I overstayed my welcome overseas.
Back home, the water had risen several inches. I tried to find a way around it to no avail. So I sloshed through the water. If I could get inside, I figured, I could climb out the window and onto the roof. The f
Hawthorn chapter 5Hawthorn chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm glad I'm still leaning against the tree, because had I not been, I certainly would have collapsed under the weight of this revelation. 'Derek is a vampire. Derek is a vampire. Fuck, I should've listened when the girls told me to be careful. He was going to kill me out here.'
"I vasn't going to kill you," Derek says, still gripping his head.
"Get out of my head!" I shout. "That's bullshit and we both know it! You had me up against this tree, and your fangs were bared!"
"That doesn't mean I vas going to kill you!"
"Great, so you were trying to turn me into one of your kind. Like that's so much better!"
"I vasn't trying to turn you into a vampire, either!" He strains to stand up straight. "Anyway, it doesn't matter vhat I vas trying to do. That hawthorn and silver around your neck vill prevent it. Do you know vhy hawthorn is used to make vooden stakes for vampire hunting?"
My mind is reeling for answers. "It kills you?"
"No. See, humans alvays tvist mythology, and
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I took a sniff and understood exactly what John meant. I could easily smell smoke in the air. Something was burning and--why could I smell rotten eggs?
"Do you know what smells like rotten eggs?" I mused aloud to John. "Sulfur." I paused, shock rumbling through me. Fire and sulfur. Fire and Brimstone.
I grabbed John by the hand that wasn't holding his sandwich and ran. John resisted, digging his heels into the floor. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?"
"Running!" I cried. "I smell fire and brimstone! It's the end of the world! We're going to die!"
"Oh crap! Is it May 21st already!?"
Soon we both were running as fast as we could to exit the house. We ran all the way down my driveway, out of the subdivision, and got halfway down the driveway before we had to stop to catch our breath. I nearly choked on my inhale, however, when I heard the sound of horse hooves tramping on dirt behind us.
I turned and got an eyeful of horse chests. I couldn't
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My home was burnt to the ground, the septic tank was still overflowing, and my entire family was outside, glaring angrily at us as the horsemen dropped us off.
"Care to explain this?" Dad asked, motioning to the ruins of what once was our house. "You were the only one home. How did the fire start?"
"God did it! The world is ending!" I cried. Wow, I really cried a lot that day.
"Don't blame God for your own faults," mom said.
"You ruined my blanket," accused Sammi. "You got donut all over it!"
"We're on a tight budget this month, and now we have to pay for all this damage. You won't be getting allowance for at least a year." Dad crossed his arms. "Don't ever do this again. You should spend more time checking on things to make sure everything's safe. Your 'accident' roasted the rat."
"Guinea pig," Sammi corrected.
"At least she wasn't the one who kept rotten eggs in her underwear drawer," offered Burch. "Sammi." He gave he
PhotographI clutch the photograph tightly in my hand, trying to force back the tears. Why didnt these bloody things come earlier, when I was trying to pretend to care that my great grandmother just died? Why now?Photograph in General Non-Fiction More Like This
My biological mother (referred to as Kate from this point forward) had taken me upstairs to look through photographs with her. She had been doing so with Sammi, my biological sister, before, but Sammi left for a sleepover. So Kate dragged me back upstairs with her so that she could show me pictures she was trying to use to help make herself cheer up.
I was doing a fairly good job of acting like this mattered to me, laughing when necessary, saying, Oh yeah! at other times. That is, until I see this picture. This one, small, not-even-the-size-of-half-an-ID-card photograph of my other biological sister, Caitlin, is all it takes for tough, strong, feminist, DFWM seme me to start crying.
Only one though runs through my head. Im so ug
Hawthorn chapter 6Hawthorn chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Olivia? Is Ryan okay?"
"He's fine, Mr. Abandonato. He's just has a very tiring day. May I come in?"
"I'll take Ryan up to his room. The one on the left?"
"Leave the door open."
Dad's and Olivia's voices sound distant, ghostly. I can hear them, but the words are foggy, or my mind is. I do not really comprehend what's being said through the haze. I'm not really sure if they're really speaking or if I'm just hallucinating sound. I can't see or feel anything around me.
"You have nothing to worry about."
I open my eyes and find myself lying on my back on my bed. There is light coming in from the hall, but the overhead light and lamp in my room are off. 'How did I get here?' I sit up with a groan and grip my head in my hand.
"You're awake," Olivia notes, a hint of relief in her voice.
"What happened?" I ask.
"You fainted," she says. "I should've known it would be too much for you to find out so much at once. I had hoped you would've " She stops and sha
Hawthorn chapter 2Hawthorn chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The day I first arrived here, one jacket was enough to keep me warm, but that was because I spent most of the day inside: in the airport, in the car, in the house. However, I quickly learned in my days off that I might need a second jacket. Fucking 59 degree average high temperature in October. The entire week before I moved from Georgia, the temperature was up in the 90s.
That's not my only problem now, as I drive to school. Now that I gotta be crime-free, I can't do my normal, crazy, escape-from-the-police driving. I have to drive slowly and carefully.
Well, I make it to school on time, and Olivia is right outside the door waiting for me, wearing an outfit identical to the one she wore days before, with the jacket-robe-tunic-thing zipped up. As I walk up to her, I can't help but notice something strange about the shadows around her. They shouldn't be that far out with the angle at which the sun is shining through a break in the trees. But before I can say a word,
Elle and Mias: Chapter 10Elle was trembling as she watched the scene before her unfurl. She had no idea what to do. She believed Mias deserved a good wallop and a stint in prison, but not death. The uncharacteristic expression of pain and torment didn't suit the dark featured man at all.Elle and Mias: Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh God, please stop this," she said in a whisper. Mias' death would mean she'd be trapped in this world for the rest of her life. Even if she ran away, she could cling to the hope that she might one day see the streets of her home town again and the faces of her family. If he died, so did her hope.
"The title of head of the family is mine Mathias!" Elias declared as he raised his dagger.
Mias glared at him, refusing to bow his head in acceptance to this fate. He refused to be murdered in such an ugly manner. But what could he do? His entire right side was paralyzed and his left wasn't feeling much better. He could barely move or summon the strength to cast a spell. He was losing blood too quickly to think clearly. For the fir
Elle and Mias: Chapter 12"Lord Elias, I must insist that you cease this," Duncan said while watching his master practice his knife handling techniques on a most unfortunate tree. "Your wound may reopen "Elle and Mias: Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias paid no attention to Duncan's warnings. He whittled away at the tree trunk until the boughs couldn't take it anymore. The trunk snapped and fell to the ground, defeated. Elias grinned while panting heavily, the bandages wrapped around his abdomen slowly turning red across his gut. He grit his teeth in pain and fell over, holding his injured stomach.
"Lord Elias," Duncan knelt at his side and moved Elias' hands to tend to him. "Please sir, there's no need to force yourself."
"He's not dead! I can feel it! I failed to kill that bastard!" Elias panted as his dark eyes stared into the deep abyss of Duncan's. "I won't rest until I've burnt and pissed on his corpse!"
"Yes sir, but if I may speak honestly, you have no hope of killing him if you're half dead yourself."
"Don't mock me you blood sucker!"
Elle and Mias: Chapter 5Elle was amazed how fast her legs were still willing to carry her. Her lungs once again were on fire as she ran without controlling her breathing. She ran in a nearly straight line, every once in a while having to weave around a tree or jump over a bush. She contemplated stopping and hiding, knowing very well Mias would catch her if the brothers were unsuccessful in detouring him. For as much faith as she placed in them, she wasn't about to underestimate Mias' abilities.Elle and Mias: Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She slowed her pace as she scoured the trees for one that looked easy enough to climb and hide herself in. She was grateful the clothes Abernos had given her blended in well with the foliage. She finally spied a tree with a low lying branch and she latched onto it, walking her legs up the trunk until she could wrap them over another branch and pull herself up. She climbed up a few yards, enough to be out of sight, but enough to keep in sight what was on the forest floor.
She didn't need to wait long to hear the thunder
Elle and Mias: Chapter 14The moment Mias and Elle entered their quaint little room in the local inn, the sorcerer's confident demeanor fell and he stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. He was breathing heavily and holding his shoulder. Pain surged through his entire body, the effects of the pain relief medicine he took earlier that evening were wearing off and he couldn't bear to maintain his smug composure.Elle and Mias: Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle folded her arms across her chest and sighed. She had predicted he'd once again do something reckless to save his pride, but this was so plainly idiotic that Elle questioned his sanity. Still, it wouldn't sit well with her if she let him suffer, no matter how much a part of her desired it.
Mias' fingers fumbled with a vial he pulled out of his robes. He uncorked the tube and downed the contents eagerly, despite the bitter taste of the medicine. He wiped the excess fluid from his lips and rolled onto his back. He took control of his breathing and within a few minutes the pain soothed away
Elle and Mias: Chapter 29 *April Fools*She felt weary and in need of cheering up, but the date escaped her mind for a moment when she logged on and checked her inbox. Her favorite story had been updated. Her eyes widened with delight, but after clicking the link she realized all too soon that SuirenShinju is a troll when a holiday permits so.Elle and Mias: Chapter 29 *April Fools* in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle and Mias: Chapter 11The halls of Mias' manor glistened as rays of sunlight shown in through the windows. The trail of blood that lead up to his room and been scrubbed away, including the stains on the carpet as well. Everyone's dirty clothes had been picked up from the floor, washed, and each placed near their respective owners, excluding Mias because Elle and the stag brothers both felt they had all done enough for the evening.Elle and Mias: Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Abernos and Elle were curled up in an arm chair together near Mias' bedside. Elle had changed into a light blue nightgown she found at the bottom of her trunk after the two had washed up. They tried to take shifts monitoring Mias, but sleep proved too tempting to resist, especially when the two found the other very comfortable to rest against.
Elle groaned slightly and yawned before she opened her eyes. Abernos was still fast asleep and snoring lightly, with his arms wrapped snugly around her waist. Elle smiled and kissed his cheek, causing the young stag to smile in his sleep and
Elle and Mias: Chapter 15"Hic!" Abernos hiccuped before he slumped over the bar and laid his head on the counter. After losing Elle to Mias, his usual cheery self felt depressed and in need of liquid comfort, only it wasn't really helping. His head felt as if it were filled with tiny bubbles that kept bursting only to form more. His cheeks and belly felt warm, but it was an empty heat with no soothing affect on his heart.Elle and Mias: Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think you've had enough Mr. Abernos," the bartender attempted to pull the Stag's mug away from him.
"Noooo!" Abernos whined and clung to the mug like it was his beloved child.
"Come on lad, I'd like to close the place up." He shook Abernos' shoulder, but couldn't rouse him from his sorrows.
The busty waitress from earlier was seated next to him. She exchanged looks with the bartender before gingerly laying her hand on the Stag's shoulder. "There, there love. It can't be as bad as all that."
"I'm a pathetic excuse for a Stag!" He cried as he downed the remaining contents of his cup and slam
Elle and Mias: Chapter 1Elle felt her body being pulled swiftly through nothingness by an unseen force. Still unable to scream, the only sound she heard was her own heart beating wildly. A blast of air halted the pulling sensation and before she knew it, her bottom came to rest on something soft.Elle and Mias: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The veil of blackness lifted as her surrounding came into focus. She looked down to find herself seated on the edge of a king sized mattress complete with a four post bed frame, canopy, and matching curtains. Several large pillows lay in front of the headboard and gladly welcomed Elle's spinning head as she collapsed backward.
To the right side of the bed was a white marble table adorned with a decorative vase filled with fresh roses. She could tell they had only recently been picked from the sweet scent they wafted into the room. It was a welcoming and calming scent that soothed her jumbled mind.
To the left was a large window that let it bright starlight and moonlight alike. The sky itself was a velvety dark blue a
Elle and Mias: Chapter 2Hours passed. The stars faded into the sky quietly, allowing the first rays of the dawn sun to creep over the hills. Birds began their morning song and fluttered through the gardens below Elle's open window.Elle and Mias: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The honey blond lay awake in bed, her eyes staring dully at the canopy. Sleep had come and gone numerous times, teasing her tired mind and body. She felt heavy as she lay listening to the awakening day, her clothes clinging to her form due to perspiration. She longed for a bath and a change of underwear, but did not yet have the strength to get up to seek them. Languidly, she raised a hand up over her eyes and sighed. She realized she was hungry as well.
Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep on an empty stomach, she forced herself upright and slowly slid her legs off the side of the bed. She pushed herself to her feet and decided to investigate the contents of the wardrobe. Elle opened the door and had her eyes awakened by bright, richly colored dresses in materials of both silk an
Elle and Mias: Chapter 4Elle awoke the next morning pleasantly refreshed. Though her lungs still stung from breathing heavily in the cold air, it was the price of freedom and it was worth every raspy breath. She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms up the quilts fell from her body and it was then Elle realized she was naked. Well, she still had her underwear on, but other than that she was bare skinned.Elle and Mias: Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She heard the light clinking of china and slowly turned her head to see Abernos standing with a tray of food and tea. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape with a tomato red blush on his cheeks.
"EEK!" Elle shrieked and pulled the covers back up over her body.
Abernos cried out too and quickly turned himself around. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare!"
"W-Where are my clothes?" Elle blushed.
"Th-They were soaked so we took them off and hung them up to dry near the fire. They should be dry by now." Abernos set the tray down and crab walked over to the fireplace in the corner of the small room. O
AngelicaShe's my best friend. The one and only person who truly understands. And today, for the first time, I'm going to talk to her.Angelica in Short Stories More Like This
Up until this moment there has been no need for us to speak. A friendship like ours goes much deeper than a few laced-together syllables can ever express. It's as though we are connected by an invisible thread, and I feel a tingle at the base of my skull every time I see her, as if her soul is tugging at mine.
And I know she feels it too.
Her name is Angelicawhich suits her perfectly because everything about her is angelic. I can still recall the first time I saw her. It was September 18th, 8:27am, six months, four days, and three hours ago. The halls of Arlington High School were thick with students and teachers alike, bodies pressing past one another, never really going anywhere. I pushed my way through the crowd, ducking my head slightly as I bumped a shoulder here and there, the noise weighing down on me as I tried to get to class.
That's when I saw An
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
7: Elle at SeaElias strode down the passageway, eager to see the look on Elle's face when she realized just how dire her situation had become. Something about seeing the look of helplessness on her face excited him, and he knew that it would work in his favor. After all, how could she continue to defy him if she had no choice but to obey him?7: Elle at Sea in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias climbed the companionway and stepped into the bright morning sun. The familiar roar of the ocean filled his ears, and he sucked in a lungful of salty sea air. He smoothed the front of his dark shirt, tugging the sleeves at his wrists before adjusting his collar. He was never one to appear on deck unkempt, evident by the gleam of his boots and the seamless press of his black breeches. And he had to admit, he wanted to look presentable for his bride to be, for if he appeared to her in muddy boots and dusty clothes as he had the night before, what would she think of him?
Elias glanced around the deck, and spotted Elle easily. She was leaning against the rail
5: Elias Finds ElleElle woke with a start. She opened her eyes slowly, unable to make out anything but blackness beyond the flicker of the candle which burned low on the table beside her. She could hear the creaking of floorboards near the window to her left, and she turned onto her side and stared wide eyed into the darkness.5: Elias Finds Elle in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She tried to scream when she saw a form coming towards her out of the shadows, but only managed a small squeak. She shot up in bed and scooted back until she was pressed against the headboard, bringing her knees to her chest.
When the figure became clearer thanks to the candlelight, Elle let out a shaky breath when she saw that it was only Mias.
"You scared the hell out of me," Elle breathed, pressing her hand against her chest.
Mias tilted his head as he watched her, a sly smile spreading across his lips. His eyes dragged over her face and down her neck to where she had the blanket tugged up over her knees, before his gaze met hers once more.
Elle shivered. He was looking at her a
1: Beauty and the BeastHe sees her huddled near the side of the road, the hood of her tattered brown cloak pulled tightly around her wrinkled face.1: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rises to her feet as he nears on horseback, her tiny frame hunched over, a crooked wooden cane clutched in her weathered hand.
"Won't you buy a rose, my lord?" She asks, her voice a low cackle that crawls over his skin.
He glares down into her white eyes, the eyes of a blind woman, and the stench of sickness reaches his nose. Her hood falls back from her face, revealing her blistered lips and her ashen skin, marred with the spots of disease.
"Get away from me, peasant." He shouts, disgusted.
She bends one crooked arm and reaches into her basket, pulling out a long stemmed rose, the bud shriveled and black, the petals dry and brittle.
"Please, my lord," she begs, her eyes brimming with tears. "I am but a poor and hungry old woman, with no home or family to speak of."
She lifts the rose towards him, ambling closer, when suddenly she trips and stumbles into t
3: Mias and Elle Share a KissIt took every bit of strength Elle had to keep herself from trembling. Mias still had his strong hands on her shoulders, his eyes furious. She felt so vulnerable, not because of Mias' firm hold on her, but because of the way his eyes looked deeply into hers, unblinking.3: Mias and Elle Share a Kiss in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The silence seemed to stretch on forever, and Elle wasn't sure how much longer she could stand it.
"Whatever you're planning to do to me, I wish you would get on with it already. This drawn out silence is killing me." She was so proud of herself in that moment, because despite the fear that pooled in her belly her voice didn't show an ounce of what she felt.
Mias' lip twitched as if he was going to smile before his face returned to an unreadable mask.
"Unreadable, but so unbelievably handsome." She couldn't help but think.
"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of your situation," he said darkly.
His usually mischievous tone was cold and distant, and she didn't like it at all. It sent an icy chill through her,
10: Elle's RevengeElle ripped her arm free of the large sailor's grip as he hauled her up from the ladder and onto the deck. She nearly fell to the floor, feeling so detached and disoriented from the horror she had just witnessed that her whole body was numb.10: Elle's Revenge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias is dead.
She felt a sharp twisting in her chest at the very thought, and she wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor and cry. She looked towards the island, only able to see the outline of the cliffs and the glimmer of waves as they drifted onto the shore. Elle wanted to hurl herself over the side of the ship, to swim back to Mias and hold him in her arms one last time. But she knew there would be no point in it, that all the wishing and crying, all the promises and kisses in the world would never bring him back. All she could do now was hope that Mias knew what she felt for him. That his love for her was matched by her love for him.
She watched as Elias climbed up the last few steps of the ladder with a wide grin on his face,
11:Elle's Wedding Day"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried.11:Elle's Wedding Day in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake.
"What time is it?" She croaked.
Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark.
"It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed.
Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a plan.
"Why on Earth are you waking me up so early?" Elle asked, just as a deafening BOOM rocked the ship.
Elle shot up in the bed, grabbing Thomas protectively around the shoulders. "What the hell was that?" She shrieked.
Thomas laughed. "It's alright Miss, just a signal shot to let Tearny know we intend to make port."
Elle stood up and stretched
1: Mias and Elle Meet AgainElle glanced around the wide expanse of the ballroom, suppressing a yawn with the back of her hand. It was just after eleven o'clock and she was eager for the night to end so she could go home and crawl into bed. She wasn't normally one for these types of parties, but she had promised her friends that she would attend this illustrious costume ball that they had been planning for the past several weeks.1: Mias and Elle Meet Again in Short Stories More Like This
She shifted from side to side, grateful that the long crimson skirt of her ball gown was long enough that she was at least able to wear her favorite pair of comfortable flats. Her friends had all opted for sexy high heels, but Elle knew that after an hour of that her feet would begin to feel like they were being twisted in a vice. The bodice of the gown, however, gave her nothing but trouble. It was so tight she could hardly breathe, with a neckline so low that she felt completely exposed. Her friends had assured her that she looked ravishing, but she felt ridiculous and more than a litt
9: Elias' RevengeElle stumbled forward onto the beach on hands and knees, just as a wave crashed against her. She fell forward onto her stomach, gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath. Her muscles screamed, her shoulders and arms trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating swim. Her legs cramped, needles of pain crawling over her calves when she tried to stretch her legs. But she had made it, she was alive.9: Elias' Revenge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rolled onto her back with a groan, her whole body protesting. Staring up at the starry sky, Elle pushed the damp hair that clung to her cheeks out of her face, bringing herself up onto her elbows. She looked out at the water which shimmered in the moonlight, and in the distance she could make out the silhouette of the Revenge, and she sighed with relief when she realized that it was moving away.
Her relief was quickly replaced by guilt when she thought of Thomas. She had left him behind. She shook her head, unable to believe her own selfishness. She should have fought harder,
poor acousticks + #sharp stonesMaybe you'd listen, if I spoke Dubsteppoor acousticks + #sharp stones in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Suck my drumsticks, stoned. May break my trum-bones
Pluck my heartstrings. Step in your danceclub. Step
on my heart, each pulse ticks like metronomes.
Glissando dreams: we rest on pianos
Naked Chapstick kiss explosion: lip bomb
Suck my Glowstick, as high as sopranos:
Ecstasy for your Ego to trip on
Trip me; I Fall F-Flat on my FaceF-
Fail my hEARt's drugtest | its wanton ears bled
Snap the staff in half; double the bass clef
Blow my speakers; give me Radio-head
Creep through reality, lost in strobelights
DJ of Clichés; call it wub at first byte :||
this sonnet-vomit was
writtenrambled by de vinadmau5
(i changed my name to your favourite artist
just so i could see you tweet about how much you hashtag-love me;
then you might let me autograph your clock with my time signature
& strum E and F diminished chords on your out-of-tune hair-guitar
the world's first ever bachelor museumhey Irony,the world's first ever bachelor museum in Free Verse More Like This
no? what if i
your best friend's
abacus & didn't
even call back?
do you remember
the time i snuck
into your guesthouse
and fell in
with your cuckold
futon? i chiseled
a wedding ring out of
Philosophy's fossil fingers
to Plato. we eloped
in a cave (twas such
a feeble affair) where
i vowed to burn my
when i set your diary
on fire? me neither.
bathe me in Aphrodite's
amniotic fluid. love is a
business--none of mine--
governed by mapmakers
(those tyrants of foxhole
a blissful abyss
i fell in
truth with thy beauteous
masque. unwrap vanity's
divine vines & develop an
eating disorder; develop a
God complex. develop my
Kodak collection of those
times you don't remember
& hang them
in celluloid galleries
i fell in
with your satire,
enriched by your
prey for kuebikoi witnessprey for kuebiko in Free Verse More Like This
hovering over your corpse
in the battlefield of a farm
like a needle in a haystack
(sew the needle in my eye;
cross-stitch the scarecrow
who never had the brains)
wolves ruin straw-houses
& i kill strawman-nequins
who cheat on me, but you
learned that the hard way
circle the crops,
crop you out of
your autopsy photo
because you ruined
such a lovely scenic
landscape with your
dead ugly grin & we
both know rigorous
sex before death
just causes rigor
to your sexdrive
big at all
(but try telling that to your ego)
i write gimmicks, not poetrymy lothariani write gimmicks, not poetry in Free Verse More Like This
celestial saliva, heaven's bulliesmy heart's umbrella hascelestial saliva, heaven's bullies in Free Verse More Like This
a (rest)raining (dis)order
against the sleeping sky
& its nimbus nightmares
malicious choir sings:
pain, pain go
away; rainbow tango
between my libido
& its weathered gang of
with two left feet, i use
hurri-canes as walkers
i wear my parasoul
in this antiparadise
for you (you forgot
your jacket) you're
but a puddle in my
memory, a stain on
my head like a halo
it feels like an angel
keeps spitting on me,
stabbing me with its
yeah, i deserve it
the galloping trollops of the barnyard brotheli can't get U out of my craniUmthe galloping trollops of the barnyard brothel in Free Verse More Like This
overexposure, death by uranium
you're so acidic
your pH level is
Little Miss Litmus strips
atop her periodic table;
chemical whorses in un
stables dig their hooves
into your manure wallet
as you sing here comes
you try riding one young
p(h)ony saddleback, and
she knocks you off; this
doesn't stop your saliva
from ignoring the signs:
do not feed the animals
(i wish i was an animal
in your fantasy-zoo)
you masticate their hay-hair
ogling them as covetously as
i do to you. if asked, i'd say:
i do to you. they'd just neigh
(as if to say nay. as for me,
i'd whinny as you pulled my
tail) alas i am but a donkey
& you only tame purebreds.
i have given you a present: perfect, simple, tenseLet me rename youri have given you a present: perfect, simple, tense in Free Verse More Like This
majestic visage: you
are To Die For. Your
smile blinds me like
a one-eyed simile, a
Let us conjoin; we're
Now and Then. Let's
connect our clauses &
become a life sentence-
become a couple
of copulative verbs-
become less tense
& build a future
Let us make love like comma splices,
let's become each other's antecedent.
(independent pronouns &
hearts in transit. You are
the object of my affection,
the subject of this phrase,
the other end of my lonely
You are To Die For
& I never split an
Van Gogh's Slumber PartyI live in the wombVan Gogh's Slumber Party in Free Verse More Like This
of a wishing well
& swim with genies
in gene pools while
toss copper prayers
in my magic dump
Recycle loose change
& change the loose
screw in the magic
it hovers over me
like a toxic halo.
I am both the slave
& master, bound in
box. Pennies rain:
litter trickles like
My heart sleeps on my sleeve,
but sometimes it gets caught
in my zipper. If that happens
unbuckle my ears & whisper:
the author of my hippocampus needs a proofreaderan urge of jealousythe author of my hippocampus needs a proofreader in Free Verse More Like This
mixed with apathy
and a tint of every
open blood vessel
in my vains
sprinkle my neurons
in your blender. my
tastes sharper when
it's split in sevenths
(in spicy fragments)
i forgot to mention,
the way your cursive
skeleton felt against
the heart of my hips
then i remembered you can't forget
something that never happened.
i am an insomniac,
and sometimes i'm
a poetic amnesiac,
a librarian who's a
traitor to his spine
(please kidnap my bones;
let the shredder eat them
for dinner) drink their ink
my acerbic pen
running out of
i guess i have to choose between
the unwritten pages of my future
fresh baguettes and used cigarettes ~a sestina~Scene setting: the Paris Hotel, as I foldfresh baguettes and used cigarettes ~a sestina~ in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the corner of a page from my Brit Lit
textbook -- story of a boy with French
lips & a Japanese heart. god, how I miss
his Spanish smile; each dimple, a match-
ing tattoo. Twice, he touched my hand
with his heaven-sewn skin. On the other hand,
my bare body lay on a hotel bed. Alone. I fold
my mannequin skeleton like origami to match
the paper cranes swimming in his Neon eyes, lit
like European starsOh, Nostalgia. how I miss
getting Lost in those foreign eyes during French
class. Lust in translation. Lost in a faux-French
Fantasyland. I want to hold his shivering hand.
Kiss him atop this Eiffel replica. Alas! I missed
my chance for our Souls to tangocrashing into the fold
of his hips. I'm not fluent in body language or candlelit
cuisines or Romance. I can't even strike a
A PIRATE'S LIFE part 9At first light, Sasori and Deidara were packed, dressed, and ready to go. Kabuto came to their door not but a few moments after the pirates had finished their preparations, and led the duo down the hall to eat a quick breakfast. He wore the same calm demeanor as he had the day before, but this morning he walked with a slight limp. Deidara could only assume that the injury came from the servants actions the night before, and said nothing to Sasori about it. Actually, the Akasuna merely smirked at the boy before them. Perhaps Sasori knew about Orochimaru and Kabutos relationship?A PIRATE'S LIFE part 9 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, a memory of the day before popped into Deidaras head. Orochimaru and I are alike, in the sense that we have the same tastes. So, Sasori must have known-wait a minute. Same tastes was Sasori gay too?! You see, that child is more than a thieving cabin boy to me. He stays with me every night. And was he trying to say he and Deidara were the
AKATSUKI ON THE RUN part 11Not even an hour after the meeting had ended, Pein heard the sound of someone pounding on his door with enough force to break it down. The leader sighed and rose from his bed, making sure to mark the page in his book before setting it down. Looks like it was time to partake in whatever training program the Jashinists had in store for the Akatsuki.AKATSUKI ON THE RUN part 11 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Much to his surprise, however, when he opened the door he found not a violent zealot eager to train the newest recruits, but rather his best friend Zetsu. "Zetsu? Since when do you knock?"
"Pein, we need to talk right now," Zetsu whispered urgently. "It's an emergency."
Pein looked over his shoulder at the other members. Deidara and Sasori were buried in a conversation, apparently deciding that if it was just Zetsu at the door they didn't need to immediately fear for their lives or concern themselves with what was going on. Konan, however, was looking directly at the pair, eyes
AKATSUKI ON THE RUN part 1"So that's the long and short of it," Pein concluded. The leader had pulled over to the side of the road after putting a safe distance between the group and the gas station, and was currently sitting in the back of the van explaining the situation to them.AKATSUKI ON THE RUN part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
"Damn," was all Kisame had to say. Fortunately, the rest of the group had a bit more to add.
"How the hell did this shit happen?!" Hidan demanded.
"Well, let's think. Sasori entered a dorm room in the middle of the night, snatched Deidara, and brought him back. Shortly thereafter, we left for seemingly no reason at all, completely abandoning the house. What the hell did you think was going to happen?"
"Something not bad?" Tobi guessed.
Konan shook her head in disbelief. "In any case, what are we going to do now?"
"We need to hide out somewhere until the proper authorities can be contacted and have this mess straightened out. It would be best to approach them rather than them find us and take us in forcibly. Therefore, I recomm
MAGICAL MAYHEM prologueTobi raced into the house through the garage door and threw his book bag into the living room, eager to be rid of the heavy burden he'd been lugging around since he'd left school earlier that afternoon. Quickly the boy raced into the kitchen and retrieved a juice pouch from the fridge, setting his signature orange swirly mask on the countertop and slurping down the delicious beverage with pure delight.MAGICAL MAYHEM prologue in General Fiction More Like This
Tobi began wandering around the kitchen at this point, checking the room to see if it needed a bit of tidying up. He'd originally planned to spend his Friday night out and about, but his plans had changed for the worse.
Originally he, Deidara, and Sasori were going to hang out together, but at the last minute Deidara had had a fight with Sasori, and now the two weren't speaking. At that point, Tobi tried to see if Hidan was free, but it turned out the masochist didn't want to speak to anyone because Kakuzu had gone on a weekend camping trip wi
BRAT part 4"You wanted to see me, un?"BRAT part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Pein looked up from the file on his desk to see Deidara standing in the doorway. "Ah, Deidara. Have a seat, please." The Akatsuki leader waited for the bomber to cross the room and sit down in the chair directly across from him before going on. "You're looking well." This, of course, was an outright lie.
Deidara had bits of wood shavings clinging to his hair, and several dried, crusty clumps of the things told Pein the blond had tried unsuccessfully to wash them out. He had bags under his eyes that indicated a severe lack of sleep, and his entire body was covered in an array of blue and black bruises, a few with yellowish tinting on the edges showing they'd been there for at least a couple of weeks. He was slouched down in his seat, and overall carried the air of a beaten man.
Marveling at the damage a single child could cause to an S-ranked criminal, Pein straightened the stac
PSYCHOTIC LOVE epilogue~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~summer break~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PSYCHOTIC LOVE epilogue in Fan Fiction More Like This
Remind me why I agreed to come with you, Hiei grumbled from his perch in a treetop. Currently, he and Kurama were standing outside of Tokyo Prep, waiting for the final bell of the school year to ring and free their girlfriends. Yusuke and Kuwabara had managed to weasel their way out of the task, leaving the males to themselves.
Kurama chuckled at his friends annoyance. Because you wanted to pick the girls up as much as I did. Besides, they said they had a surprise for us, he reminded the demon. The school bell interrupted their conversation, making the two demons look towards the school doors.
Not a second later the doors flew open as students began pouring out of the school, rushing towards waiting parents or family servants that had come to get them for the summer holidays. Rei and Rayna were among the first to emerge, and soon located their friends in the crowd. With wide smiles, they rushed towar
FORBIDDEN TERRITORYHad Kisame not been so amazed and bewildered by the sights surrounding him, he would have been terrified for his life.FORBIDDEN TERRITORY in Fan Fiction More Like This
The entire escapade had begun earlier that day, when Kisame was present at school, and his best friend, (and secret love interest) Itachi, was absent. Such a thing was simply unheard of. Kisame could not recall a single instance in his 17 years of existence when Itachi had ever so much as been late for a single class, never mind missing school altogether. It was as if the apocalypse was at hand, or something of that magnitude.
Classes came and went, and by the end of the day there was still no sign of Itachi. Meaning that someone was going to have to take Itachi's homework to him, and it would have to be someone that shared multiple classes with the Uchiha and knew where he lived. That narrowed the list down to Kisame, Kisame, or Kisame.
Still, Kisame had nothing about which to worry. He'd been over to his friend's house plenty of times before, and knew the route to ge
COSMIC CASTAWAYS part 9Verden. They, trained members of the human Army, were heading for Verden within the confines of a Falkian resistance ship, and Kami knows when they'd be able to get word of their survival back to Earth, never mind actually returning home. To top it off, Sasori was still at risk to lose his life (his military career was already shot, that much was certain) for harboring a fugitive, and was only still a free man at this point because his home base, the Akatsuki battle cruiser, had been blown to smithereens with hundreds of fellow soldiers still on board. It was almost more than Sasori could take, and at the moment, all the redhead wanted was a chance to lie down and sleep for a long, loooong time.COSMIC CASTAWAYS part 9 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Deidara, on the other hand, was ecstatic about the most recent turn of events. He was back in the company of his fellow Falks, and could now look forward to returning home on the side of peace fighters. Currently, the blond was confer
AKATSUKI ON THE RUN part 3"Tobi! Where did he go? Why are you asking me? I wasn't-hey, there he is." The missing teen was lying in the middle of a clearing, staring up at the sky with his arms outstretched beside him. Tobi lay completely still, motionless save for the occasional rise and fall of his chest. "Dumb kid probably wore himself out," Zetsu muttered to himself as he approached the younger male. "Tobi!"AKATSUKI ON THE RUN part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The masked teen's response was to tilt his head backwards, getting an upside-down view of his boyfriend as he reclined on the ground. "Zetsu, Tobi can't find any bears."
"Canadian bears sleep longer!"
"Wow, Zetsu is smart!" Both halves of Zetsu grinned at this.
Tobi finally worked up the effort to move his body into a sitting position and looked at Zetsu over his shoulder. "Does Zetsu want to sit with Tobi?"
The hacker nodded and seated himself at the trunk of a mighty oak, leaving his
COSMIC CASTAWAYS part 10Deidara was skeptical about making Kisame's request. The VUM no doubt intended to strengthen their ties with the humans by returning the soldiers to their own kind, and having a general in the mix wasn't just icing on the cake, it was the whole cake itself. Without being able to return Kisame, the Falks would get a lot less praise and support than they wanted and needed to receive.COSMIC CASTAWAYS part 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Konan seemed to share this sentiment and outright refused, at first. Kisame and Sasori had the extreme pleasure of watching two full grown Falks click and hiss at each other with animalistic ferocity inside what appeared to be a conference room of some sort, not but ten feet away from the negotiations. The two aliens were displaying a far more primal side of the Falkian race than the two humans were used to seeing, and on more than one occasion Kisame had to forcibly drag Sasori back down into his seat because the Akasuna was certain that Konan was going to lunge a
A Precious Prophet6 was sitting in his room. 1 was out, 6 didn't know where, not like it was any of his business. His job was to be the guy that people could pick on to make themselves feel better. But 2 and 5 always said he was special. It sure sounded better than 'living punching bag". Crazy, insane, useless brat, things he was forced to swallow day. He was worth so much more than they could see, or even he could, he knew it. 6 was the diamond in the rough. His worth was within.A Precious Prophet in Short Stories More Like This
He was just thinking this over; it felt so much better now that the "Source" was out of his head. He knew what it was; he didn't have to draw it anymore, he didn't have to worry about it and obsess over it. It had done it job and now it was gone. Now he just drew whatever tickled his fancy at the moment. He still drew the talisman every now and again; it sort of cleared his head. He still wasn't exactly normal, but 5 said he wouldn't be 6 if he was like everyone else. He wasn't crazy, he was unique. He liked that word, unique,
A Ticklish Tyrant1 was sitting on his throne in the old cathedral he and his family called home. It had taken months to rebuild, but thanks to the creations 2 had befriended, stupidly but usefully, the place had been rebuilt.A Ticklish Tyrant in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn't a happy person, he kept to himself and he liked it that way. 8 had left a couple of minutes ago for 1 had sent him to guard the door. He didn't trust anyone else.
Suddenly a noise, creaking. 1 sat up "Who's there?" Another creak. 1 stood up waling forward, addressing the noise "Whose there! Come out this instant!" he turned his head to look back, saw nothing and began walking forward again. Then he bumped into a tall, zippered, burlap figure. The old leader recognized the face immediately "Nine! Watch where you going! You scared me to death!"
The younger punk chuckled "I'de say I was sorry, but I would be lying." He smiled deviously at the old leader who growled at him. Then suddenly 5 appeared behind 9 a little out of breath "There you are. I've been looking
6's Lullaby9 couldn't sleep, he tossed and turned, but the nightmares kept coming. The nightmares of death and foolishness, he killed them all. The Machine was coming at 5, chasing him. 9 tried to stop it, but he couldn't move. A flash of light, a scream, and he woke up.6's Lullaby in Short Stories More Like This
His body hot and aching, gears in his chest spinning at an alarming rate. He looked over at 5, still fast asleep like a baby, he looked content. 9 and 5 had shared a bed ever since 9 began having nightmares. It was a comfort to know he had someone there with him.
He snuggled the blanket up to 5's neck and set off for a walk around the old church. It wasn't as nice as the cathedral they used to live in, but it was better than nothing. It was a little outside of the town, but just a five minute walk, between it and the library. 1 had a thing for churches.
9 walked past 2's room, he was asleep, mumbling things in his dreams. 2 talked in his sleep, he said the weirdest things and he sometimes had the weirdest dreams, and waking him f
Wednesday Night9 looked over at 5 and said "it's YOUR turn." 5 groaned "Ah man, I hate telling him. FINE." 5 walked off to 6's corner, mumbling to himself "He's not going to like this." 5 walked up to the little artist, who looked up at him, with a suspicious look. 5 sighed, but smiled that phony smile "Six it's Wednesday, you know what happens on Wednesday, don't you." 6 looked at him for two seconds and darted off. 5 groaned loud enough to be a scream and gave chase saying "Why do always have to make this such a fight!" 6 replied running faster "I don't wanna take a bath! I won't, I won't, I won't! No, no, no, no!" 5 then stopped saying "Grab him Nine!"Wednesday Night in Short Stories More Like This
Before 6 could stop he was caught by the taller burlap fellow, who threw him over one shoulder and carried him back to 5. 5 looked at the little artist who was wearing an annoyed pout on his face, 5 chuckled "That is such an ugly face Six." 6 scowled darker. 9 carried him off downstairs.
2 had already filled a basin with warm water, when he saw the
Monsters (6 version)"His little whispers,Monsters (6 version) in Short Stories More Like This
Love me, love me.
That's all I ask for,
Love me, love me."
6 sat in his room, alone. Again. He listened to the hollow ticking of his heart. He had nobody, nobody cared, and he was alone. With nobody but his shadow and the voices in his head, alone. He whispered to nobody in particular "Love, love. Love me, hold me, and care about me. That's all I ask, love." Love was an unknown emotion.
"He battered his tiny fists
To feel something.
Wondered what it's like to touch
And feel something."
He began to bang his fists on the wall of his room. He felt something, a deep sharp feeling in his hands. What was it? He felt numb. Nothingness crept back into him, numbing him. He quickly began to bang on the walls to get the feeling again. He would be numb no longer. He would feel something.
"Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here,
Looking through the window."
5 was in his room. He hadn't heard from 6 in days, what was going on? He hoped the little guy was alright, he fel
Tickle Torture5 had been in standing in the same spot for a good twenty minutes, out in the Emptiness, waiting for 9 to show up. The younger punk had left him a note saying to meet him out there in five minutes, and to come alone. So 5, although rather reluctantly, headed off into the ruin filled wastelands.Tickle Torture in Short Stories More Like This
9 had been acting very weird lately, for the past couple of days. A little playful, in fact, 9 had turned into a real mischief maker and it was starting to get on 1's nerves. But 2 had manage to calm him down by saying 9 was only trying to lighten the mood. But it seemed 2 was always defending 9 these days, and even the gentle old man had asked him to simmer down.
"Oh I'm not waiting for him anymore." 5 had said to himself finally, whatever 9 had called him out here for it was apparently not important anymore. Possibly another prank. Oh well.
Then a noise, the sound of rubble falling, then of footsteps.
5 took the crossbow out of his bag and held it tightly, ready for whatever it was,
A Little Angel2 was working on his latest project, he didn't know quite what it was yet, but that how it usually started out. When suddenly something crashed into his legs from behind causing him to stumble forward, he looked back and smiled, seeing a grinning little face and silver optics "Hi grandpa!" Hope squeaked, hugging his knees tightly. The old man patted her head "Hello darling, what are you up to?" he asked as she let go of his knees. He picked her up and she said "Nothin' " she blinked her eyes innocently. 2 gave her a look and said "Pumpkin if there is one thing I have learned from your dad is that it's never nothing when it comes to you kids." Hope smiled sweetly and hugged his neck "I just wanted to see you." His heart melted in her embrace "Oh I guess I can't argue with that." He put her down and gave her a pat on the head "Stay out of trouble darling, and by trouble I mean uncle One's way." Hope clasped her hands behind her back and said softly "But I like uncle One though." 2 smiledA Little Angel in Short Stories More Like This
Small Comforts6 was walking, alone, in the Emptiness, by himself. Why, he was not sure, but it may have had something to do with 1 and 8. But 6, according to 1, was always mixing fact with idiotic ramble. 6 sighed, oh well.Small Comforts in Short Stories More Like This
He clung to his key, something he did when he was nervous. But it was a small comfort. It was cold and metal. But it was all he had.
6 hummed softly to himself as he walked without any real idea where he was going, when he saw something that caught his attention. A house or what was left of it. Normally the striped artist wouldn't have cared about the ruins of an old house. But something told him to go inside, curiosity or just a plain desire to have a set destination, he walked inside.
There wasn't much inside the house. It was dark, cold, and the roof had been blown off. Driven by curiosity, the little artist began to look around, peering around every corner of debris and furniture. Till he found something, trapped under a large over turned chair, was a blanket.
It was large, s
Rooftop Tickle (request from spiceXisXnice)The scarred warrior was sitting up on the old sign, his job was simple. To protect his family, but it could get pretty boring, especially on a warm spring night when there was nothing to see except stars. But for Fox, this was much needed alone time, yesterday had not gone well .38 still refused to speak to him and no matter what he said 27 always seemed to be giving him the Glare of Death. As if saying you're in for it. But he wasn't worried, what on earth could a little pipsqueak like 27 possibly do to him. Little did he know he was about to find out.Rooftop Tickle (request from spiceXisXnice) in Short Stories More Like This
He suddenly felt a tug at his wrists, and then he was pulled down to the roof, landing on his back. He was about to say something, when a hand clapped over his mouth and a voice hissed "Hey tough guy." He snapped his eyes opened, finding himself staring into a cream colored face, topped with raven black hair. He glared at the little tailor, 27 only scowled back and said "I mithed out on thome good luvin latht night, cauthe of you.
A Whole Other World6 was sitting by himself as usual. It was getting late and he was supposed to be getting to bed. But instead he looked around and heard everyone sleeping soundly and smiled to himself. Then he walked over to the lovely sliver mirror that 2 had found and given to him and put his hand to it. The mirror surface seem to dissolve at his touch and he stepped through it.A Whole Other World in Short Stories More Like This
The world beyond was beautiful, full of swaying silver and gold grass that tickled to the touch. He couldn't help but giggle as they brushed his feet and ankles. The flowers were like velvet and almost turned to greet him, he waved at them. The trees had living vines that struggled to grab hold and hug some part of him. The sky was a rich lovely purple, the clouds were a rainbow of colors. He smiled.
"I linger in the doorway, of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
Let me stay.
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as their falling tell a story"
"In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lulla