Puppets and Bombs pt. 1Loser!Puppets and Bombs pt. 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
What kind of BOY makes DOLLS?! That's just weird!
Sasori bent over, clutching at his stomach. Someone had kneed him, hard, and he couldn't breathe. His lungs were burning...The pieces of a puppet he had been making were scattered all around him, and as Sasori sat there, gasping for air, he saw another person step on a piece of his puppet, smashing it into dozens of pieces.
Come on. Let's just leave him here; it's not like anyone's gonna notice if he's gone or not. Cruel laughter erupted from the group as they walked away, slapping each other on the back. They had cornered Sasori at lunch, and dragged him outside to a alleyway. Once they were hidden in the dark, they had proceeded to beat the shit out of the red head.
Sasori fell to his side, listening to the sound of footsteps as they faded away. They were gone. Sasori sat up slowly; he was bruised pretty badly. His ribcage hurt; someone had kicked him there. It was probably
FluteThe song blasting out of the radio contained tints of baby blue and a wisp of lavender. Beauty in liquid form; it dripped colors into a pool of swirls, mixing them together as they spread out to fill the blackness of his mind.Flute in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sound made life beautiful, for all the hell he'd been through.
He couldn't play the piano. His fingers were stiff, clumsy, ungainly on a violin. Guitar strings dug into his fingers so deeply that he could feel his pulse, beating an incorrect rhythm against the strings. For one who loves music as much as he does, it pains him how so many instruments do not respond to his touch the way he wishes they would.
Flute is all he can play. The sound is crystalline, as blue as winter ice and just as fragile. When he plays, in his mind he can see the strand of blue stretching through the darkness of his mind like a bridge, though he knows it never leads anywhere. The flute's song is a delicate one, translucent and ethereal, and if he makes one mistake, the ice bridge
SecretsThey were freaks of nature.Secrets in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ancient Greece realized this first as she watched her city, her lovely, lovely Athens, fall to the plague. It became clearer as Socrates committed suicide, and Sparta took over her once intellectual, gorgeous city and things began to crumble apart. She was quietly grateful when the old ways began to fade away and she could leave the burden of being against the laws of the world to her son.
Germania figured it out second while studying Rome his roots as a small town owned by the Etruscans, his start as a republic that shifted to a monarchy, his battles. Rome fell, and as he watched Rome sicken and waste away, Germania mused that it was unnatural for someone human in form to be so connected to the land.
China thought about it for years as he silently stood witness to the falls of Greece, of Rome, and even most of the Germanic tribes. They were unusual, he concluded. It was strange for them to feel the pains of the population as a whole, and yet, when st
A Modest Proposal"A Modest Proposal To Bring Peace to America, Shrink Our Expanding Waistlines, Improve Our Schools, Better Our Healthcare and Raise the World's Opinion of Us"A Modest Proposal in Short Stories More Like This
Modern America is awash in problems. Obese Americans waddle through the streets, folds of fat flapping around their legs like skirts, bellies dragging on the ground as they shuffle towards the nearest Micky D's to cram greasy wads of meat into their gaping maws. Children sit drooling and brain-dead in their schools, as incompetent teachers yap on, disrespected and underpaid with no motivation to do the best possible job they could be. Streets in America are drenched in violence as teens tote around handguns and the rednecks argue our right to defend ourselves and thousands weekly die in side avenues or robbed gas stations from gun and stab wounds. Even more suffer heinous crimes of abuse and rape. Millions die slow, drawn out deaths from a lack of money to afford rising doctor's bills due to the insanely high costs of healthcare.
On the Nature of Change"People don't really change," Antonio says, handing Francis a glass of crimson wine and tossing Gilbert a bottle of his favorite beer before settling down in his puffy pink sofa, shuffling some paperwork aside. The sun is setting; they can see the pink and orange-gold sky fading into the indigo of night through Spain's enormous windows facing the mountains to the west. The house smells heavily of cinnamon and sugar they just finished a batch of churros for desert.On the Nature of Change in Fan Fiction More Like This
Francis smiles, tapping the rim of his glass against his lips. His eyebrow quirks knowingly, warm amusement in his cold blue eyes. "Either it's Lovino again..." he begins, trailing off, with another omniscient eyebrow twitch.
"Or you've been hitting the tequila before we got here," Gilbert finishes, popping the cap off his bottle with a skilled twist of his wrist. Off-white foam bubbles up and overflows; Gilbert swears as it runs down his arm to drip slowly onto the white chair he's lounged in. "Shit. Sorry, Toni."
Grand CanyonHe'd been here over a hundred times, staring over this one specific cliff as warm, golden light danced across the canyon walls and played with patterns along the Colorado River. He always came here in late spring, when it wasn't so hot that he wished he could strip his skin off along with his shirt, when a early morning breeze would tangle his blonde hair.Grand Canyon in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sun had just poked over the horizon by the time Alfred arrived at Hermit's Rest, coat zipped up to his nose, clenching his camera in shaking hands as he aimed it towards the ball of pure gold rising over the rim of the Grand Canyon. The cliff walls had turned to a dusty crimson with small splatters of a more creamy-colored kind of stone under the sun's warm touch, and Alfred couldn't help smiling as he snapped a few photos.
He wasn't the only tourist up here for the sunrise. There was a short teenage girl who looked like a female Ludwig, with her long golden blonde hair blown backwards and blue eyes watering from the brisk wind.
Court Dismissed"She pushed me down the hill so she could cash in on my life insurance!" Jack roared, slamming his hand onto the sleek, dark wood of the persecutor's table, nearly missing his lawyer's arm. Jill sneered at him from across the room, twirling her shiny golden hair around her chubby child fingers, bright blue eyes openly mocking.Court Dismissed in Short Stories More Like This
"You slipped, Jack dear," she replied scathingly, wrinkling her pert button nose, "As did I. I fell too, and I have the witnesses to prove it!"
Jack's face flushed redder than any of the roses in the Queen of Heart's garden, dark green eyes flashing with rage. "You only did that so it wouldn't appear suspicious! I was the one who ended up in the emergency room with critical injuries while you got a band-aid and lollipop!"
"It's not my fault I landed in a field of buttercups while you landed in that creek!"
"It was your suggestion for us to go get water from that stupid well on top of that stupid hill, so I bet you were planning this from the start! Sucks I didn't
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
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
Hell HoundLane Saunders studied the different dogs in cages carefully. He was looking for something very specific. A sweet tempered dog that could still act as a guard for his and his boyfriend's house. Apparently, the ASPCA had just done a raid on a breeder's house and they were now overflowing with dogs for adoption. Lane walked down the isles, never taking his eyes off the cages. His eyes eventually drifted down to the bottom row of cages where the larger breeds were held.Hell Hound in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There, curled up in a little ball, was a dark red Doberman Pinscher with a thick leather collar. Lane took a step closer and glanced at the sign to discover it was a male. He was a gorgeous thing if a bit thin. His markings practically were invisible against the rest of his red fur.
Lane looked closer at the sign. His age was written at approximately one year and his name was listed as Erias. A small smile creased Lane's mouth as he crouched down next to the cage. Instantly, the dog's eyes opened. Two soulful brown eyes stu
Hell Hound 2"I'm telling you...this dog is the spawn of the devil!" Kevin said holding up yet another one of his shoes that had been chewed into three distinct pieces. "Cujo reincarnated!"Hell Hound 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Cujo?" Lane echoed in confusion.
Kevin gave him a dull look. "The horror movie? Family dog gets rabies and kills everyone?" Lane gave a slight nod but didn't look as if the description had really clarified anything for him. "Anyway, that's this dog! This dog is crazy! We haven't had sex in almost a month! I'm getting a little blue balled over here! I never thought I'd get cock-blocked by a dog!"
Lane sighed heavily and looked over at where Erias was sprawled across the couch fast asleep. "He's not crazy and we have no idea what his old owner did to him. He probably has lots of anxiety issues. It hasn't been that long. Things'll settle down," he assured his boyfriend.
Kevin jutted his lip out in a clear pout. "You like that dog more than me."
"No I don't," Lane said exasperatedly. "Listen, I'll lock Erias outsid
The Art of Relations 6I was almost regretting agreeing to tutor Benjamin during lunch. I was getting hungry and I sort of wanted to speak with Nikolai again. Still, I had agreed to help Benjamin and I would try my best to do so. If only he would focus more on the work it might be easier to help him.The Art of Relations 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Benjamin, you know this verb." I reminded pointing to the picture that he had left blank and unidentified. "Where is your mind today?"
"Nowhere." He muttered pulling his work closer and looking at it closer. "This is just hard, Serj."
I sighed a bit and took another sip of my Gatorade. "Let us move on to the next page." Benjamin nodded and we started on the next page of homework. After several minutes, I noticed that he was glancing at me and I raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Benjamin?"
"I was just wondering...i-if you would be able to help me out this weekend with my Russian?" He asked hopefully, a faint pink blush painting his cheeks. "I mean; I know you don't usually, but I could really use the help."
The Art of Relations PrologueI smiled a bit as my cat, Arina, swatted at the feather on a string I was dangling over the side of my bed. Her yellow eyes were fixed on the bright green feather and I could tell she was getting annoyed with her inability to catch it. She lunged and clamped down on the feather while her front paws tugged the string out of my grasp completely. I laughed a bit as I watched her fight on her back with the string and feather, gnawing on it as if it were alive.The Art of Relations Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Downstairs I heard the phone ring and looked over at my door instinctively. I heard my mother answer it and turned back to watching Arina maul the toy. I reached down and tugged the string and she instantly pounced. It was more than a bit funny watching my heavily pregnant cat still acting like a kitten. It was bad enough that she waddled when she walked but now she was pouncing and leaping like an animated rolly-polly.
After a few minutes, Arina gave up and waddled off to sit on a pile of books and lick her paw with a great deal of
The Art of Relations 18Tuesday I woke with a start as Romani threw Arina on my stomach. "Ah!" Arina scrambled off, scratching my stomach a bit as I sat up. "Romani! What's the matter with you?" I demanded.The Art of Relations 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Keep your cat out of my room, Serj!" he ordered. He suddenly paused and raised his eyebrow. "Having a good dream were you?"
I looked down and gasped a bit before throwing my pillow at him. "Get out, Romani!" I could feel the heat of embarrassment across my cheeks as he deflected the pillow. "Go!"
He smirked a bit and started for the door. "Alright alright, and as an added bonus I won't tell Mother how naughty you've been. I just hope for your sake that whoever it was had some big boobs." I grabbed my second pillow and threw it at him in anger. The pillow hit the door with a dull thud just as Romani closed the door behind him. I scowled at the door for a moment before getting up and going to the bathroom to take a shower.
I took a nice long shower to rid myself of the remainders of my dream a
Little Red Riding Hood Prompt"Okay, Vahie. This is very simple." Maxim said drawing the yellow predatory gaze to himself. "I need you to take this basket here to my grandmother." He said gesturing to the basket on the kitchen island.Little Red Riding Hood Prompt in Short Stories More Like This
Vahie jumped up to crouch on the countertop and peered inside the basket, sniffing the contents lightly. He discovered it was food. Incredibly sweet smelling food. After inspecting the insides of the basket for a moment, Vahie looked up. "Maxim. What 'grandmother'?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy might.
"My father's mother." Maxim supplied. Vahie scowled darkly at the mention of Maxim's father. Maxim sighed. "Vahie, don't be like that. Listen, I just need you to take this to her. I'd go myself but I'm already running late for work." Vahie muttered something dark sounding under his breath at the mention of that 'work' that Maxim kept leaving him alone to go do. Maxim pretended not to notice. "Really, it's very simple to get to her place. There's a
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 1"...op five of the week. And now, Mike Brass with the 8:10 weather and traffic."The Art of Relations 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Usual Friday traffic today it looks like. But there is a tangle on the I-50 as it looks like a tractor trailer flipped and spilled its cargo over all three lanes of traffic..."
It took a minute, but the radio alarm on my side table finally registered in my half-asleep brain and I jolted up with a curse. 8:10?! How did it get so late?! I jumped out of bed, drawing an annoyed yowl from Arina as my covers fell over her but I was far too concerned with other things.
I rushed into the Jack and Jill bathroom that I luckily didn't have to share as my brother's room was on the other side of the hall and not on the other side of the bathroom. I jumped into the shower and blasted myself as clean as I would get in under five minutes and jumped back out. I pulled on my dark navy pants and white button down shirt.
I pulled my shoes on, not bothering to tie them, and dashed downstairs where I noticed my brother'
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
Beach Prompt- Vahie and MaximMaxim stared openly. He wasn't certain if he should be impressed or worried. The giant tower made of sand next to the lake behind their cottage was definitely a marvel of sandcastle-ry but how in the world had Vahie managed to make the thing when it was taller than Maxim? "Vahie? Baby?" he called. Vahie stuck his head out from around the other side of the sand tower. "What are you doing?"Beach Prompt- Vahie and Maxim in Short Stories More Like This
"Building," Vahie replied before ducking back around to the far side where Maxim couldn't see him.
Now sufficiently curious, Maxim skirted around the tower to where Vahie had disappeared to. His eyes widened even more at what he saw. There was an entire little mound of a village on this side of the tower and Vahie was carefully scraping a road through it while his tail held a second toy shovel. Maxim had known that Vahie had been enamored with the sandcastle building tournament that he'd seen on TV last night but he hadn't figured the tailed teen would go out and construct an entire village. "How long
I Can't: KankKiba: Part 3Ms. Shelly nodded and shouted at a passing intern to get a couple bags of B blood. They quickly ran off to acquiesce her request. A few seconds later and a tall, blonde man in his low thirties had arrived. He promptly checked Kibas vital signs and wheeled him into a half-occupied room and lifted him onto the available bed. Before he could check the wound, the nurse handed him her clipboard.I Can't: KankKiba: Part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
He skimmed it over, appearing increasingly worried with each and every word, but, as soon as he finished went straight to work stitching up the dog-boys hand. First, he numbed the area with a shot of Novocain, which caused a weak cry of pain at the burning sensation. Then, he used tweezers to look around in there to make sure that none of the glass had remained and started weaving the catgut in and out to close it.
As soon as he had finished, he lead Ms. Shelly out of the room to speak with her. This may have worked with an ordinary person to keep them out of the know, but Kankuro was a
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
I Can't: KankKiba: Part 2The two entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. The whole house was empty save for them and a few goldfish on top of the refrigerator. For a moment they just hung there in awkward silence, then, finally, Kiba found his voice.I Can't: KankKiba: Part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
So, erm, what do you want to drink? He inquired, pushing himself out of the chair. Kankuro shrugged, leaning his head against his hand.
What do you have? The dog-boy opened the cooling mechanism and stared for a minute.
Um, milk, apple-juice, water, tea He trailed off, hoping for the puppet-master to answer so that he could sit back down.
Water is fine. Kiba reached up in the cabinet and pulled out two glasses, filling them one at a time with clear, cold water from the tap and setting them on the counter. Shaking the excess water from his hands he took one glass in each hand and began to walk back to the table. Unfortunately he was going a little too fast, and they were a little too full, so h
I Can't: KankKiba: PrologueThey say that when youre on the edge of life and death you can see your existence flash before your eyes. Each event in its separate bubble, no judgments, just you visiting your greatest achievements, and your most terrible, selfish moments. Not many people are lucky enough to survive slipping at the edge of the precipice we all creep along, but some get yanked back onto their feet by a harness possessed only by fate.I Can't: KankKiba: Prologue in Fan Fiction More Like This
However, even if you are blessed enough to be recovered from such an icy destiny, your toes will never quite perch on solid ground again. Youll constantly be reminded of what could have been if not for an intervention of chance, luck, or fate, and soon youll forget what it was like to once have been so afraid of the impending future awaiting us all.
Kiba Inuzuka is not one someone might think could cheat death, probably not even someone that youd want to save if you really got to know the inner workings of his mind, but he did. He lived throu
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
The Lie of I Love YouNo matter how relentlessly I scrub myself, I can still feel your fingers etching smoke signals into my spine, your phantom lips tapping web-spun lies into my ear as silently as a jaguar leaps onto it's prey. No matter how many times I blink my eyes I can still see our breaths frosting the dewy winter morning air the day you dusted the snow off of my heart and wove the lie of I-love-you into the cotton of my skin. No matter how fiercely I try to block it out the sound of your honey-glazed voice crystallizing in the truth of you-were-just-until-someone-better-came-along it won't stop ringing in my ears.The Lie of I Love You in Short Stories More Like This
We both know the flavor of silence; it's the leash that drew you to me and it's all I can taste now that you're gone. So I sit here, on the edge of reality, allowing honeyed sunsets to seep into my skin and coloring trees purple, drawing outside the lines to connect each branch like our limbs twisting together in the tango of never-ever-forget. I can't block out what I know is happening,
Liar"You don't have a heart."Liar in Sketches More Like This
"That's only because you stole it."
"I stole it? Me? Don't you mean that she stole it?"
"You took it long before she came into the picture."
"If you really cared about me she never would have come into the picture."
"Well, I don't care about you, I don't know you."
"Finally some honesty."
"But I think I could love you if I did."
"There we go again with the lies."
"It's not a lie."
"How can I prove that I could love you if I knew you if you won't let me know you?"
"You're just going to have to get creative, then."
"Why should I?"
"To prove that you could love me."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"I don't know."
"I hate you."
"Now who's the liar?"
"Who said I'm lying?"
"I am not lying."
"Yes you are."
"How do you figure?"
"Because you care."
"Care about what?"
"So you don't hate me?"
"No. But you would hate me if you knew me."
"No I wouldn't."
"Yes you would, I know that you would."
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Speechless: ShikaTemaShikamaru,Speechless: ShikaTema in Fan Fiction More Like This
You render me speechless. Did you know? (You probably don't.)
More than likely you stopped talking because I ceased having anything to say. It's not my fault-you usually start our conversations. I learned to run with whatever topic you would spin out of that closed off little brain of yours. Be it cars (I can still remember what your dream one looks like), videogames (is that why I hardly ever see you outside of school?), or even your inability to say no (because you're afraid to hurt anyone's feelings). Whatever it was, I would find a way to relate.
Regardless, I am not going to pretend it doesn't hurt that you ignore me. You were one of my best friends-I felt as if I could tell you anything and you wouldn't freak out, abandon me, or worse, not believe me. (Do you have any idea how rare that is?) And yet, I still have no idea why I like you. There isn't anything remarkable about your appearance (at least when you have really short hair), or even your personality. Somehow th
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
It's All His FaultEngland swings a punch and it makes contact with America's nose. He can tell from the wet crunch and the sight of blood that he's broken it. He's not sorry. The gasps from the other nations around do nothing to change his mind. America had it coming, and they all knew it.It's All His Fault in Fan Fiction More Like This
Without a word, the short nation whips around and makes his way for the door. France starts to reach out to stop him, but he changes his mind and lowers his hand to his side. It's better to let him go. Everyone realizes this, with the exceptions of Spain and Greece, who are both napping.
When England reaches the Conference door, he casts one last fierce look over his shoulder at America's shocked expression. The younger man's glasses are askew. He exits, slamming the door behind himself. The door rattles on it's hinges. The ground rumbles beneath the island nation's feet as he storms down the hall, out the building, and keeps on going.
He doesn't stop until he reaches the nearest pub. England takes a seat and orders a
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?"
I'll Never Not Need YouAuthors note: I originally wrote this for a class where nobody knew who the hell Lovino, Antonio, Ludwig, and Feliciano are (*and I wasnt calling them that anyway; I changed the names and genders), so I had to put descriptions of characters in and include things that were necessary for them to get an idea of some of the relations. This really annoyed me because all you APH fans out there have already seen/know these things, but...now Im too lazy to take them out. Just bare with me at those times, mkay?I'll Never Not Need You in Fan Fiction More Like This
Romano glanced over his guardians appearance, gaze shifting from his rich brown hair to his emerald eyes under soft lids, to his mocha skin and carefree expression. No.
The grin dropped from Spains face. What do you mean, no?
No, he repeated.
The older nations eyes went wide and sad. But I have to go, Lovi! Benito is st
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
When You Let Your Heart WinShe decided the rose was a perfect symbol for love. It was beautiful to look at, but if you actually tried to grab it for your own, it would only prick you and cause you pain.When You Let Your Heart Win in Short Stories More Like This
She was sitting all alone on the day she discovered this comparison, squinting into the bright, hot sun of the afternoon, pondering the various elements of life. Having seen others' relationships and having a few of her own, she felt wise.
There was one friend who loved to speak of tearing all the petals from roses and tossing them to the warm currents of the summer night. One held the stem carefully in her hand, examining it and pointing out the thorns that may one day come to hurt her--or her boyfriend. Another examined all the roses around her, wondering when and if she would find the right one. The last one ignored all the flowers in the garden until a lighted red one fell at her feet.
But she who sat alone that day had always caught her love by the thorns. From the very first day, she knew they wouldn
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
Death of a MuseDeath of a Muse in Humor More Like This
My muse died on me.
See, it happened something like this:
I was in the middle of writing on epic battle for that Christmas present I promised you. My muse, a handsome man by the name of Apollo (sadly-or perhaps thankfully-not the Greek god), was sitting on my lap as I typed my story. Well, your story, sort of. All was peaceful until this huge dude with an axe burst through the door.
I spun (span? spinned? Nothing sounds right now that Apollo is gone) my swivel chair around to face the monster. His unevenly-sized eyes were electric blue and gleaming. His black hair was styled like a Mohawk on the left (well, his right) and a really bad, uneven bowl-cut (how the hell is that even possible?) on the right (or his left). This strange man towered over me at 9'7" tall...when he was slouching! His teeth were extremely crooked and his clothes were so torn and dirty that they had become rags.
The guy pulled Apollo off of my lap and slammed him down on the ground. He chopped both of
You're Not the Doctor- I AmYou're Not the Doctor- I Am in Fan Fiction More Like This
The World Meetings were normally horrible, but on this day, it was worse. If that is even possible. On this day, it degraded into an argument between England and America over whose doctor was better.
England slammed his hands down. "You stupid git! It's bloody impossible to be better than the Doctor. He's the Doctor!"
"Ahaha! I'll admit your Doctor is pretty cool, but my Dr. House is even better! He's a hero who solves impossible cases and saves the day!" America folded his arms over his chest. "He's a hero, like me!"
"The Doctor does that too! He's a hero!"
"Yeah, but he doesn't do the things he does with House's cool sarcasm."
"The Doctor regenerates from time to time with a new face and new personality, so sometimes he does!"
"Would you two shut up!?!" Germany roared. "You're fighting about TV shows!"
North and South Italy both cried and jumped back as a blue police box appeared in front of them. A short teenage girl with long brown hair tied in a ponytail and a baseball cap
Final Ails In Life part 2Final Ails In Life part 2Final Ails In Life part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
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
Re: Dear YouDear Youthe person who wrote that letter to everyone,Re: Dear You in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I am sure many people are amazing.
I am not one of them.
I have no real talent. I am not amazing. I have been told how wonderful I am in the past, but it was normally from someone who does not know me. It was from someone who thought they knew me, but I have lied to them so many times and they never even noticed. If anything, the sheer number of lies I have told should tell you I am not as wonderful as they say.
Okay, so I do have talent. I can lie and complain like nobodys business. Great. What the hell am I supposed to do with these skills? Nothing worth doing.
I despise someone I know I will never beatmy biological sister, Caitlin, but if I am supposed to forget the people I admire...does that not mean I have to forget about you?
And besides, the world needs to change. For the better. Something I know you can accomplish, because your words are so powerful. I know that with your writing, you could chan
Elle and Mias: Chapter 6Elle awoke just before dawn. She had rolled onto her stomach in the night and had her limbs sprawled every which way on the bed. With Mias provided more than adequate warmth, the covers were pushed to the edge of the bed. Yet Elle now felt strangely cold. She tilted her head up and noticed her smock was on the floor with the rest of the clothes Abernos had given her. She then glanced at Mias who had his head nestled against the arch of her back.Elle and Mias: Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Filthy bastard," she said in a rough voice. Her throat and chest still ached, but at least her fever was gone.
She cautiously pulled herself out of bed, not wanting to wake Mias. His head dropped onto the mattress and thankfully didn't disturb him. Heaving a silent sigh of relief, Elle swung her legs over the bed and yawned. She rubbed her eyes and scratched her hair while she looked down at the floor. She noticed Mias' trousers had also mysteriously appeared on the floor.
Elle glared back at him, willing her anger to give him nightmares. He t
Elle and Mias: Chapter 8To Elle's surprise, Mias gave up trying to catch her after only a few minutes. She waited behind a discreet broom closet door for nearly fifteen minutes before she squeezed herself out from under the door, shook her furry little body free of dust, and scurried over to the front door. She didn't care what form she escaped in, she simply wanted out. Once again she tried to push herself out under the door, but the front doors fit too well against the frame work to make a crack big enough for even a mouse to slip through.Elle and Mias: Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ever the optimist, Elle ran through the entry to the back corridors and into the dining room. She remembered seeing a large balcony off the back wall. Perhaps the doors that opened up to it would be easy to get through.
She felt out of breath running a rather short distance, but managed to reach the doors without stopping to take a break. Again she tried to squeeze herself under the door and this time too, was unsuccessful.
She plopped down on her behind and stared up at
Elle and Mias: Chapter 7The sun approached the center of the sky as Mias and his steed came over the hill. The horse walked at any easy pace so as not to strain his rider. Mias was holding his left arm to his chest while mumbling an enchantment. He had underestimated his opponent this time, but thankfully suffered nothing worse than a dislocated shoulder. He'd already forced the joint back into place and was casting a healing spell to numb the pain and speed the recovery. Such injuries were annoying, just like the one who caused them.Elle and Mias: Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He finished the incantation and slowly stretched his arm. There was no pain. He grinned in victory over the wound and grabbed both the reigns. "Let's pick up the pace."
The horse whinnied and obeyed, breaking into a fast trot and then a gallop as he raced the wind back the estate.
Elle had completely forgotten about the time while chatting in the gardens with Abernos. They sat on a stone bench and talked about more cheerful things. To her delight, Ab
Elle and Mias: Chapter 13Duncan walked calmly through the forest with his arms folded behind his back. He was used to the night and stepped confidentially towards Mias' mansion. He had no clue as to what he was looking for, but if he came back empty handed, he'd be subjected to punishment from Elias.Elle and Mias: Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He spied the estate in the distance and thought it odd for all the windows to be dark at this hour. A large crow swooped down from the roof and cawed as he flew over Duncan's head. In all his years serving the Dormaeus, there was no mistaking the elegant way such a dark bird rode the wind.
"Here are your meals!" A well endowed waitress said cheerily as she placed the plates on the table for Elle and Abernos. The two had finally made it to the small farming village and their first stop was the local pub and inn for some food and hopefully a bed to sleep in. The atmosphere in the whole community was warm and inviting, so much so that Elle finally allowed herself to relax and get Mias off
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 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
2: Beauty and the BeastBeth clung to Mr. Thorne's arm around her waist, her teeth chattering as icy rain trickled down her face. Her hair was glued to her cheeks and tangled around her neck, her cloak and gown soaked through to her skin. Her whole body was numb, her fingers and toes aching painfully from the cold.2: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're nearly there," Mr. Thorne shouted over the onslaught of rain. Beth nodded, unable to speak as droplets of rain hit her already numb face.
Beth leaned closer against Mr. Thorne, trying to soak up some of the warmth that seemed to roll off of him in waves. Though she shook violently against the cold, Mr. Thorne felt as though he was on fire, and she couldn't help but relish the warmth that his nearness offered.
He stiffened behind her as she held onto him, his grip around her waist tightening as his warm breath ghosted over her temple. She tilted her head and glanced up at him to find his hard unreadable eyes on her, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
There was something possessive in the way
What a Doll"Do you like it?" Gran asked, leaning forward slightly in her rocker. She smelled of Bengay and stale cigarettes, her white hair pulled tightly back from her wrinkled face.What a Doll in Short Stories More Like This
"I found her at an antique store down in Arlington."
"It'sshe's" Fay stammered, staring down into the glass blue eyes of the porcelain doll that Gran had sitting on her lap. "Thank you Gran," She said finally.
Fay took the doll cautiously, it's moth eaten dress rough beneath her fingers.
"You know I had a doll almost exactly like that one when I was a girl," Gran said as she lifted her knitting, her arthritic hands moving with surprising speed as she worked the needles.
"She smells funny," Fay grumbled, attempting to hold the doll further away.
"It's just from age and sitting in the back of a musty antique store," Gran explained without glancing up from her knitting. "Maybe if you're good today we can go and buy some fabric and make her a pretty new dress."
"Okay!" Fay said happily, though her smile fade
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
6: Elle Held CaptiveMias leaned forward in the saddle, urging his black steed forward with kicks and shouts of encouragement. The crisp night air invigorated his senses, and he pushed his horse faster still. The landscape was a blur around him, farmhouses and cottages coming into view for mere seconds before disappearing once more into the darkness.6: Elle Held Captive in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias pulled up on the reins as he came up over a hill, giving him a perfect view of the rolling fields and cottages which dotted the countryside below. He patted his horse approvingly, glancing up at the moon and sucking in a lungful of air. He closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of the night to envelope him, letting the cricket song and the distant howls of wolves calm him. Yet his thoughts kept drifting back to Elle.
She was like no one he had met before in his life. She stood up to him, constantly challenging him and speaking her mind. It was refreshing, having someone so honest in his presence. People rarely looked him in the eye, their fear of
8: Mias Finds ElleElle rose slowly from the spot where she had been sitting for the past hour. She wasn't usually one to feel sorry for herself, but Elias' spiteful words, rough hands, and unwanted kisses had taken their toll on her. Yet in spite of his constant cruelty, Elle was amazed at how she had handled things thus far, drawing on an inner strength that she didn't know that she possessed.8: Mias Finds Elle in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Drawing on that strength once more, Elle took in her surroundings in the hope that she would find something that could help her escape. After all, if what Elias had said about Mias was true, then she was in fact on her own. As she looked around the surprisingly large space of the cabin, hoping that she would spot something to aid in her escape plan, Elle held on to the hope that Elias had been lying. That seemed highly likely, given his behavior, but she wasn't going to pin her hopes on a possibility. As far as she was concerned, she was going to have to figure a way out of this situation herself.
Elle inched her
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
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
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
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,
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,
dreaming is the only time You'll ever be in my bedmy heart sinks that cold sinking feelingdreaming is the only time You'll ever be in my bed in Free Verse More Like This
the titanic would feel if You were an iceberg
because i crashed crashed crashed, again,
last night, and the night before that, and
the night before that... and the night before
the night before the night before... and it's
never the same dream-always a sequel, or
a series-it's always involving You, whether
You're in lust with me or just playing a joke
on me; the joke is on me, see, i pinched my
skin & still didn't wake up. i was convinced
it was real for once. no, no, it wasn't. no, i
cried myself awake. fuck this emo bullshit,
but it's true. sometimes the hardest things
in life are the most painful to believe. Your
name, forever ingrained, a leech. You can't
possibly comprehend "this", whatever "this"
even is, if this is anything at all. the facets
of You, not-me, & the external dimensions
between raw nostalgia & the metaphysical;
no, love is like a tumour in my c
things i asked the wizard forI hear your Reality voice for the first timethings i asked the wizard for in Free Verse More Like This
in Eros-Only-Knows-how-long. Dressed
to kill, but you've already killed me more
times than a cat. Reincarnated by your smile
not directed at me. I'd have said hello,
but I'm better compiling my nonsense
into a grocery list of imperatives:
Take off your skin, your suit, your sex.
Poison the weatherman. Death by acid
rain. Let the windchill bash your skull.
Pretend it's a tornado whisking you off
to Oz. Steal the Tinman's heart. Crush
the Wicked Witch of Aphrodite. Regret
the pun on crush. Become haunted by
the Ghost of Valentine's Day Past. She
wants her ruby slippers back. Click my
body with your hips three times. Chant
"there's no place like home" & if home's
where the heart is, then my bedroom is
on your sleeve. Sleeping on your wrist.
Snoring from my heart. Don't wake me.
This is the first time I've slept in a year;
this is the first time I've dreamt in three
I sprinkle moldy breadcrumbs across
the path of jaun
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 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
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
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
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 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
BRAT part 1"Let me get this straight, un. Sasori's heart couldn't support a puppet body, so you had to put him back into a human's."BRAT part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
"Only you miscalculated the amount of material, so he ended up looking like a kindergartener."
"And he's stuck this way for Kami knows how long, because it'll be months before you can gather the appropriate research to perform a jutsu to put him back into an adult body, un."
"Exactly. You appear to have an excellent grasp of the situation, so everything should be fine-"
"Everything is not fine, un!" Deidara screamed at Pein. The leader was briefing Deidara about the current Sasori problem, while Konan and Sasori played together on the other side of the room. Deidara was torn between disbelief that his leader could allow a technique meant to save Sasori's life to go so horribly wrong, and outrage that his partner was going to be stuck in a child's body for an extensive amount of time.
Pein took a deep breath
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
BRAT part 2"Deidara?"BRAT part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
The blond groaned as he felt a tug on his sleeve. There was only one person who would dare to wake him up so early, and he was in no mood for this.
Groggily blinking his only visible eye open, Deidara glared at a certain redhead who'd jarred him from his sleep. "Sasori, what do you want at-" here he glanced at the clock- "seven in the morning, un?"
Sasori blinked up at Deidara, chocolate eyes the picture of naivety. He was dressed only in an oversized t-shirt that hung down to his knees, red locks messy as though he'd just rolled out of bed. Deidara knew that he'd need to get Sasori some better fitting clothes, but that was going to be Konan's job. He refused to walk into a store at the nearby town and buy children's clothing. The Akatsuki members already drew enough attention when they went shopping as it stood, and the last thing Deidara wanted was to tack on the stigma of pedophile to
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
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
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
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
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
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
Tickle Attack (MUCH EDITED)5 was sitting on his bench, making a few adjustments to his crossbow when he heard his door open behind him."9?" 5 said. "Buddy, I know it's you." He smirked knowingly. The young stitchpunk had been playing pranks all week.Tickle Attack (MUCH EDITED) in Short Stories More Like This
"Awww, YOU got ME." 9 said strolling happily out of the shadows.
"What do you mean I got YOU?" 5 asked suspiciously. 9 had an evil grin on his little burlap face."9, what's going on?" 9 smiled deviously and pointed behind him. The healer turned to see 2 pouncing on him. 9 burst out laughing that evil laugh of his. 2 was smirking down from his spot sitting on 5's chest. "Guys, what's going on?" 5 asked nervously.
9 chuckled and said, "You'll see 5." Then, quick as a flash, 5's arms were tied to the ground. 5 felt something on his leg and looked up to see 2 finishing a knot that held his legs down. 2 stood up looking down at 5 and chuckled.
"Why are you doing this?" 5 asked, now scared. He struggled at his bonds, but soon gave up. 9 and 2 looked at each other and smir
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