Fire Emblem: Snowrealm Scramble, Part 3With a hot cup of tea nestled between his hands, Libra lay back against the sofa cushions and watched on with a serene smile as the fireplace roared. Truly, this was a most blessed season - friends gathered in merriment, children frolicked in the snow, and warriors laid down their arms in peace and brotherhood.Fire Emblem: Snowrealm Scramble, Part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
He let his mind wander, silently penning a new prayer of thanks to Naga in his thoughts, when a voice suddenly boomed from the hallway behind him.
"Yo, Libra!" Vaike hollered, as he strolled into the living area. "How ya holdin' up in this cold, huh?"
He gave the priest a hearty slap on the back, and a drop of tea splashed from Libra's cup out onto his robe. Libra's brow furrowed with annoyance, but he softened his expression before turning back to face Vaike.
"I've been doing rather well, thank you," Libra said, sincerely. "The warmth of this fireplace has been a wonderful ward against the cold, and even my heart has been warmed to see everyone enjoying
Fire Emblem: Snowrealm Scramble, Part 2Cherche hadn't a clue as to who had stocked the chalet's kitchen with food and drink and seasonings and sweets, but a quick search through the cupboards was all it took for her to know that they hadn't spared any expense in doing it. Ginger, nutmeg, peppermint, cinnamon... she'd scarcely had a chance to cook with so many flavors since the fall of Rosanne, so she wasn't going to just let them go unused during this vacation.Fire Emblem: Snowrealm Scramble, Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, Virion?" she began, as she sprinkled a touch of cinnamon into the gingerbread dough before her. "How is your dough coming along?"
It was perhaps a bit cramped for two chefs to be running about from the cupboards to the counters to the ovens in a single kitchen, but Cherche preferred to think of it as 'cozy.' She kneaded her own dough with her hands, and listened for Virions's reply.
"Everything is proceeding magnificently, my dear!" Virion boasted, measuring out his next set of ingredients. "Or... so it appears to be."
Cherche chuckled un
Fire Emblem: Parting WordsO children of heroes: within a day's time, I shall enact a rite to send you back in time, back before this great calamity began, so that you may change this world's fate. Now, use this day as you will, to prepare yourselves... or to make whatever peace you wish with this dying world.Fire Emblem: Parting Words in Drama More Like This
* * * * *
Severa had felt compelled to come to this quiet little garden in Ylisstol's castle, but now that she was here, all that remained was a faint sense of annoyance. She hated being alone with her thoughts, sometimes, and there was little else to distract herself with in this somber corner of the capital.
Just her and her mother's tombstone.
She walked up to the grave, and looked coldly down on the flowers and candles left neatly arranged around Cordelia's tombstone. It figured, it absolutely figured - even in death, she was perfect. The most perfect little resting place, the kind every corpse ought to aspire to.
"Hello, Mother," Severa breathed. "...I don't know w
Fire Emblem: Snowrealm Scramble, Part 1Dear Shepherds,Fire Emblem: Snowrealm Scramble, Part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
I've heard a lot about you and your feats of heroism! You're all my sisters can talk about lately. If you're not shooing the brigands away from their beach resorts, you're clearing the Risen out of their hot springs. Can you imagine the kind of business we'd be doing if all of our employees showed as much initiative as you?
As such, I'd like to offer you all a token of our thanks! Pleased find attached to this letter a voucher, redeemable at my very own Outrealm for a three nights' stay in your very own mountain chalet! (Void where prohibited.)
Hope to see you all soon! And remember - in the Snowrealm, it always 'tis the season to be jolly...
Anna (not the one you know)
P.S. Don't forget to pack some warm clothes!
* * * * *
Gripping the wrinkled letter in her hands, Robin looked once more at the Outrealm Gate before her, the Shepherds assembled behind her, and Chrom at her side.
Devant's Part 1Getting Ready for the Night (an introduction).Devant's Part 1 in Fantasy More Like This
Come on people! We only have an hour before opening! cried Karl from the stage. He always got a little edgy before a performance, despite his experience, and this tended to show while setting up. His employees didnt mind though, overall he was a good man and they were paid well. If there was one thing Karl wasnt short of it was money.
Karl was owner and performer here and the Club was sold out for every performance. With up to a three-month wait for tickets, Karl made sure the workforce was looked after. Still there was a lot to do in the last hour and that always made him a little skittish.
This is Devants, known locally as Double Ds, not so much in homage to the legendary magician but to the average size of the staff. It boasted the finest magic show in Europe, some may have said the world but Karl was a modest man and would smile at such a suggestion.
Selena, Michelle, we need you now! Kar
Devant's Part 3Beach Volley Ball.Devant's Part 3 in Fantasy More Like This
Authors note: This is a story idea Ive been mulling over a while but never got around to writing. It may feature an old favourite if youve liked my previous stuff. Ive taken a few liberties, i.e. it takes place in the future, 2012 London Olympics to be precise, and features a well known Glamour Model that may not be as suitable for the tale as when I had the original idea but hey ho, after all it is a work of fiction so I can do what I want. Anyway enough of the twaddle and onto the story.
Welcome everyone to Brighton Beach, announced Devant in the glorious and rare British summer sunshine.
He stood on a large stage, slightly elevated off the sand, in front of a large crowd sitting on a temporary stand. In front of the stage, the Beach Volleyball court was marked out.
Behind him was an apparently large piece of apparatus covered by an equally large cloth.
You know usually I wouldnt agree to a performance outside m
Devant's Part 2The Show.Devant's Part 2 in Fantasy More Like This
You walk in between the separate (lengthways) halves of a lady, to a large room where trays on legs carry drinks to the punters.
You make your way to the front and take a seat at the table, after all only the best for you.
A creamy coloured arm waves up at you through the table while one of the trays approaches you. You take a drink and put some cash in the box in the centre of the tray. The lid closes then opens again to reveal the correct amount of change, which you leave as a more than generous tip. The lid closes and opens once more and you are not surprised to see that the money has vanished.
Thank you. A voice says from nowhere, please enjoy the show.
You sit back, take a sip of your drink and think to yourself, Im sure I will.
Another full night in Devants, but that wasnt unusual as every night was a sell out.
Karl looked over the crowd from the wings. This was what he lived for, the thrill of the performance. Once
Angels and FlamesYou've burned me from your mind so let me do the sameAngels and Flames in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just a minor surgery done in the holy and ungodly name
I won't remember your touches or kisses or the sweetness
That you spit into my very soul. Your lies just made a mess
That even you couldn't fix with your god given silver tongue
Your target landed on me because I was naive and young
But you're not the only one who can lie without detection
My scars hid all the while from your wicked, vile inspection
While you're guzzling your booze I'll be learning to live for real
No more of this hiding behind a promise just waiting for a seal
You thought I'd crumble without you to hold back the tears
Well honey, truth is: I've haven't depended on you in years
My secret angels been holding on to my hand miles away
From where you were fucking up then begging me to stay
You never knew how hot my lovely flames could burn
Until you froze them solid, it was someone else's turn
Just as soon as I forget how you taste when we kiss
I'll be able to give
After The Closing CurtainAn escape, a confinement, an end, a beginning, a disappointment, an honor, a tragedy, a comedy, a reality, a fantasy: these are death. In your final moments, you choose which kind will take you. Your true colors are displayed for all to see and judge as they will. There is no way to defend yourself from the grave. Your final performance as you exit this world will make or break your legacy.After The Closing Curtain in Short Stories More Like This
Step 1: Denial- You tell yourself that the person is not gone.
She stared at him, waiting for his heart to start up again. He would wipe away her tears. Later, at the funeral, she imagines he will leap from a hiding place, laughing at his prank and her gullibility. But, poor girl, he is gone; he is not coming back from the grave. He was a hero with honor who sacrificed his life for another. A simple movement in front of a little one to become a human shield ended the life she had depended on for support. But did the bullet really hit anything vital? She had not been there. What if he was just tricki
Wake MeWake me up when it's time to move,Wake Me in Free Verse More Like This
When it's time to live,
When it's time to breath.
Cuz these days aren't cuttin' though
This fog of loneliness that clouds
My soul from seeing what it needs to see.
I'm losin' my heart down in the depths
Of this personal hell I've stuck myself in.
It's no surprise to me that my skin's meltin'
And my stomach's cavin' in on itself.
Never let me forget that I asked for this.
Wake me up from the flames,
Wake me up from the torment,
Wake me up from the drowning
When it's time to move
Time to breath.
Time to see.
Time to live.
Do your job, fix their lives.
They will gratefully pay you back
With blacks lies and pretty white scars.
"Help me before I drown."
But when I'm goin' down to my pit
I see no hands reaching to save me
"Get out before you fuck it up."
Wake me up when it's time to leave
Time to cry.
Time to bleed.
Cuz I never know when to stop.
They're tugging on my bandages
And retracing the smiling scars
With their lying little knifes.
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
What I Can Learn From YouDon't tell me what you don't like.What I Can Learn From You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not interested.
Because what you don't like is
simply what you don't understand.
Instead tell me what you do like.
Because that is what you understand.
That is what I can learn from you.
Top 10 Dumbest Cartoon Channel Decisions Part 1Top 10 Dumbest Cartoon Channel Decisions Part 1 in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Tavo: GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS!!! GUESS WHAT!?
What is it Tavo?
Zeus:This better be good…..and wait...HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE?!
...Hey yeah o.o The door was locked!
Tavo: Two things: One, I’m a unicorn. And two. *holds up a bat with spikes* KOMMANDO PESTE NOIRE!!!!!!!
...Do...I even want to kn-
Tavo: No I’ll tell you later. BUT LISTEN GUYS! THIS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE!
Me and Zeus: Yes?
Tavo: NICK IS PLANNING ON GIVING FRED A THIRD SHOW! BUT UNLIKE HIS LAST TWO, THEY ARE GOING TO GIVE THIS ONE AT LEAST 7 SEASONS! HE’S GOING TO BECOME THE NEW FACE OF NICKELODEON!
……………..Tavo, can you please leave the room for just a few seconds?
Tavo: Um…..Okay. *slowly walks out of the room, wearing a vest with the words “KOMMANDO PESTE NOIRE” on it with the band insignia on it*
…………….Nickelodeon you STUPID MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHI-
Top 10 Dumbest Cartoon Channel Decisions Part 2Top 10 Dumbest Cartoon Channel Decisions Part 2 in Reviews & Guides More Like This
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Today's TOPIC: TOP 10 DUMBEST DECISIONS MADE BY TV NETWORKS/CARTOON CHANNELS PART 2
Tavo: *is all drowsy*..Eeeeh...I’m so tired….
Why’s that Tav?
Tavo: Maybe because *holds up several needles*YOU TWO INJECTED ME WITH SEDATIVES!!
Ooooh yeah -w- Don’t worry you’ll be fine. Sides, we have to continue our business...after all, we’ve finally reached the point…
Tavo: You mean….?
Yes. It’s time we get to why we made this list in the first place.
Tavo:...Ah yes...it’s time…But first I need coffee. *horn glows brightly and an Ice Blend appears* MOCCA!!*drinks like crazy* MMMMMMM! Alright! Ready!! Let’s do this!
Very well. Now then….let’s talk Nickelodeon…
Tavo: Ah Nickelodeon, such a wonderful channel. How you began fucking sucking.
Zeus: Nickelodeon is, er was, the #1 network for kids. But over the past decade, they h
His old tricksGrowing up, I was a strong believer in my grandfather - the oh so mighty sorcerer of the family. I would gasp at the strange and wonderful ideas he came up with, like magic, from his undeniably impressive brain. My superhero name for him seemed to suffice, as when I dashed between his legs, squealing the word "grandinator", a smile would play upon his lips, hidden behind that grey beard that cosied up his chin.His old tricks in Short Stories More Like This
Of all his impossible tricks that sparked my interest, the toffee was certainly the most curious. I could withstand never ending hankies emerging from his sleeve, or knots that seemed so tight, yet disappeared with a single tug; but the toffee played on my mind for years.
"Wait just a minute..." he'd tilt his head to one side, frowning down at me "what is that you have there?"
I always knew what came next, but still, I giggled, my arms tingling with anticipation "Where...?"
"There!" in one, swift motion of his arm, he'd dip into my ear and pull out a toffee wrapped in gold paper
Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy forSexism - a story untold in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
Jasmine and the Gym TeacherJasmine was one of those beautiful girls with a breath taking body that was made to be tickled. She had dark blonde, shoulder length hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was only about 5' 3” and her whole body had a light honey colored tan. She had the toned soft curves of a semi serious athlete and full round, gravity defying breasts with a firm rounded rear end. Jasmine herself was a sweet, unassuming girl. There was an air of innocence and naivety about her, a sweetness that shone in her ever present smile and desire to please those around her. She also seemed unaware that she was a ticklish play land.Jasmine and the Gym Teacher in Short Stories More Like This
Jasmine had a smooth sensuous stomach with firm sides that curved deliciously from her slim waist to the flare of her perfect hips. Set in that firm, tender stomach was a wide, oval bellybutton of astonishing beauty. Her bellybutton was so deep that the soft, creamy bottom was usually lost in shadow and it was bordered by a smooth, gleaming rim. Now Jasmine was extremel
Jasmine and the Biology Teacher Part 1It was only a week later that the horror and embarrassment Jasmine suffered at the tickling hands of her gym teacher Ms. Binder began to fade. The sweet natured eighteen year old's sunny disposition and enduring innocence didn't let her linger over bad episodes like that. Jasmine figured she could just avoid Ms. Binder whenever possible and never get caught alone with her. It was just one person to watch out for, how tough could it be?Jasmine and the Biology Teacher Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
Jasmine made her way to school with her dark blond hair in a ponytail wearing a thin, white short sleeve button up top and snug low riding hip hugger jeans. Her full breasts were barely contained in a white bra so as not to show through her top, but her honey tanned skin shown through, darkening the material slightly. As Jasmine walked through the halls the thin material molded to the sensuous curves of her firm sides and the bottom was short enough to show a couple of inches of her silky lower belly. But what r
Everything Wrong With The Neverending Story 3-The “creative talents” behind this film should never be allowed to make a movie or anything that involves creative or even cognitive thinking.Everything Wrong With The Neverending Story 3 in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Poorly-rendered CGI opening.
-The Old Man of the Wandering Mountain goes from an enigmatic figure to a grumpy old man.
-The villain of the film is called the Nasty.
-Jack Black is in this movie.
-Mr. Coreander is played by a different actor.
-Why is Mr. Coreander now a librarian? Why did he quit the magical bookstore job?
-The Neverending Story’s design is completely different from that of the first two films. Why is everything so different?
-The Nasty are revealed to be a bunch of ordinary, leather-clad, twenty-odd bullies led by a unibrow-sporting Jack Black. The Nothing was the manifestation of humanity giving up on their hopes and dreams. Xayide was the embodiment of dying manifestation. The Nasty are a group of ordinary bullies.
-Bastian’s sister Nicole is a real jerk, and she spends the whol
Story Concept: Game OverBrief TimelineStory Concept: Game Over in Profiles More Like This
1972: PONG is released in Andy Capp’s Tavern in California by Atari.
1978: Space Invaders conquer Japan.
1980: Pac-Man devours ghosts.
1981: Shigeru Miyamoto descends from the heavens with Mario.
1983: The Video Game Crash – E.T. crashes the American game market.
1984: Tetris is released in Russia.
1985: The Nintendo Entertainment System resurrects the game industry.
1989: Gunpei Yokoi invents the Game Boy.
1990: The Console Wars begins.
1991: Sonic the Hedgehog lays the smackdown on Mario.
1992: Mortal Kombat’s violence shocks moral guardians.
1993: Night Traps causes debates on game violence in the US Senate.
1994: The PlayStation launches gaming into the third dimensions.
1996: Pokémon rules the world.
1997: Sephiroth kills Aerith.
2002: Xbox Live trolls are spawned.
2004: World of Warcraft goes online.
2011: The PlayStation Network Blackout.
2021: Full-sensory virtual reality games are manufactured.
2028: The Virtual Reality Disaster &
The BirdsBreathe in and think of loveThe Birds in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe out and think of pain
Listen to the feeling in your heart
Not the voices in your brain
Hark the wind blowing through the trees
Ignore the dirge of modern life
Use your ears to hear the birds
and with them let your worries take flight
Glide upon the pockets of wind
Wherever the breeze shall take you
Make the journey beautiful
Rather than the place you wish to get to
Breathe in and think of the future
Breathe out and forget the past
I know the pain seems never ending
But such dismal days will not last
Hear my whispered words softly
Stirring emotions in your heart
I will offer my hand, my love
As the birds begin to depart
I will show you love and freedom
if you take my hand and stay
There will be no pain or reason
From which you need to run away
My VirginityWoe betide this beautiful, charming boyMy Virginity in Free Verse More Like This
Trying too hard to fill your heart with joy
Selfless deeds do still exist
But suspicious minds prefer you to be selfish
Take care though and consider with caution
Allowing me too close can lead to obsession
Regulate your responses in such a way
That I won't misinterpret the words you say
This confession means nothing to you
But it means a great deal to me
You are the branches, I am the leaves
Now I fall, I'm free
This confession means nothing to you
But it means a great deal to me
I have nothing left to declare
But my virginity
The light that shone, you're a glimpse of destiny
A photograph, a fragrance triggered memory
The light that shone, you illuminate my history
My present, my future, the unwritten story
So font of all amity, here is my cup
Rinse out all of the hurt, and fill me up
With love to the brim and let it overflow
The meek shall not inherit the world until tomorrow
This confession means nothing to you