DA-BR Round 1"Bloody Marry" dies.DA-BR Round 1 in Short Stories More Like This
Alex trips down some stairs and hits his face on a tuba.
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No, not a normal day at all. Alex Kiriyama opened his eyes slowly and did an inventory check. Feet, check. Legs, check. Kidneys, not stolen. Arms and hands, a little sore from being slept on but otherwise fine. Hair? He sat up and ran fingers through the dyed spikes. Well, at least that could be counted on to stay the same way no matter how much he got tossed around. That much he knew was true - being thrown around, that was. The numerous bruises all around his body told him his kidnappers hadn't been too gentle.
Kidnappers? He finally looked around. Houses and buildings, but not like the ones you'd see around England. He himself sat on the short, prickly grass of a small, neatly kept lawn.
Alex sighed and reached up to loosen his tie, but found that it wasn't pulled tight at all. His hand moved faster; fingers knocked against something hard. Hurriedly he felt the object around his neck, then paused as realization sank in.
A collar. It could mean only one thing: He was in
DA-BR Round 1 Part 1Alex didn't want to open his eyes. He wanted to lay there and pretend to be unconscious until someone forced him to get up. Several minutes passed. A clock ticked away somewhere far off, the sound so faint that he could hear it only in between breaths. Nothing happened. He also heard nothing else besides that clock and his own breathing, and as he laid there on his back, he slowly became aware that he was alone. With his impromptu silent protest rendered pointless, he opened his eyes slowly. The ceiling he saw in the dim light did not look familiar.DA-BR Round 1 Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
That was to be expected, of course. Last he recalled, he was being assaulted by two suspicious men in the street. Wait, that sounds wrong. He lifted one hand to rub his face, then sat up, wincing. His left shoulder ached where he had been tasered. Massaging it as he took in more of his surroundings, his hand came to a stop when he realized... This place wasn't the only unfamiliar thing.
Looking down, he stared at the scratchy black f
DA-BR Round 1 Part 2He looked up at the movement. His stomach lurched, as thoughts raced through his head. I just taught her how to use a gun! At this range, she'd hit me for sure! Forget that she probably can't even aim, she doesn't need to! Don't shoot me! I'm not playing! I'm not playing!DA-BR Round 1 Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
"H...hey," he said nervously, mouth suddenly dry. He licked his lips. "Th-that's dangerous... Point it away, okay? If you want to practice aiming, aim at the wall, alright?"
The muzzle of the gun did not move. With growing trepidation, Alex made to begin backing away.
"Don't move," the girl said.
He stopped still. "C-come on now... What suddenly brought this on?"
Keeping the gun pointed at him, the girl got to her feet, holding on to her bear with her arms while she gripped the gun with both hands still. Most of the wide-eyed naivety had gone from her expression. "'This' was 'on' since the very beginning."
An anxious smile pulling at his face, Alex said, "Just a ruse to get me off-guard? Why didn't you j
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.When Your Best is Not Good Enough in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Wieczny sen Pierwsze krokiNieuchronnie zbliżało się.Wieczny sen Pierwsze kroki in Short Stories More Like This
Czułem to gdy jadłem śniadanie, a następnie ślęcząc nad opasłymi, starymi tomiszczami traktującymi na temat magii dawnych ludów. Takowa istniała, tak samo jak i ci którzy z niej korzystali.
Zainteresowałem się mistycyzmem gdy pojąłem, że zło egzystuje nie tylko w człowieku, ale przybiera własną formę, takich choćby demonów.
Obrały mnie sobie kiedyś za cel. Ludy wschodu wierzyły, że człowiek sam tworzy duchy które go prześladują i dodają problemów. Rodzą się z czarnych myśli, zachowań i mrocznych stron naszego charakteru, pogłębiając bruzdy wywołane błędami.
Ich cel jest jeden. Zdruzgotanie istoty do cna. Bowiem są pasożytami, żywiącymi się cierpieniem, a deserem jest gdy ludzie sami odbieraj
Treningi w pisaniu 10 marca- Dupa, dupa, dupa! Toż to nie ma sensu! Najmniejszego! – ryczał na całe gardło, dodatkowo obficie zraszając pozostałych swoją śliną. Kropelki padały na ubrania, dłonie, oczy, a tym co byli w trakcie ziewania, niefortunnie wpadły do buzi.Treningi w pisaniu 10 marca in Short Stories More Like This
Na ramieniu krzykacza oparła się delikatna, smukła dłoń, o dosyć głęboko pomarszczonej skórze, z pazurami długimi i ostrymi jak u serwala, o barwie szkarłatu. Szpice delikatnie wbiły się pod obojczyk w ostrzegawczo uspokajającym geście. Uśmiech, przywodzący na myśl jakiś gatunek wyjątkowo jadowitej gadziny, rozlał się po zasuszonej, przedwcześnie postarzałej twarzy kobiety. Odsłoniła źle wybielone zęby z żółtawymi nikotynowymi plamkami. Karminowe usta rozciągnęły się i napięły jak cięciwa łu
Of Horror and Booze part 2Of Horror and Booze part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Of Horror And Booze part 2
Yes Part 2
Quick Summery: they watch another Horror movie and weird things happen on Norge's end at least
Added Warnings: slight DenNor fluff
Norge: *Sits up*
Don't do that
Den: then think of something
Norge: I don't know...
I'm just bored...
Den: try thinking then
Norge: But I don't know...
..What movie would we watch?
Den: idk...*gets up ti sift through movies*
Norge: *Watches curiously*
Den: *pulls out a random movie*
how bout this *shows cover*
Norge: Is it scary.......?
Den: can't you read?
Norge: Not Danish... and I can't see anything but ketchup on the cover..
Den: *looks at it*
Norge: Um... Okay
*Sits up straight, crosses legs*
Den: *puts it in and goes back to spot on couch*
Norge: *Stares at screen*
*Waits for movie to start*
Den: *after 4524523 previews the movie starts*
*goes to get more beer and snacks*
Norge: *Watches leave*
*Watches as man and woman attem
Of Horror and BoozeOf Horror and Booze in Short Stories More Like This
Of Horror and Booze
A little RP thingy in a thread turned awesome
Norway appears out of no where basically then he and Denmark watch so random horror movie which in the midst of everything Norway get's drunk then things get interesting
Warning: hints of a previous one night stand, Norway stalking Iceland, Drunk off his ass!Norway and NorwayxBeer Bottle ((I'm not joking)), odd typos, Hints of DenmarkxFaroe(an OC)
*Opens door, lets self in*
Den: *asleep on the cough sprawled*
Norge: ... *Walks over to, flicks*
You were sleeping when I left last time too, is that all you ever do? Sleep and drink?
Den: *snaps awake*
what the hell?
.... no i do more stuff
what the hell are you doing here anyways?
Norge: Right, how could I forget, you sexually assault people too.
I've got nothing better to do...
The camera's I have to stalk Icel- ... Tv's broken...
So here I am...
Den: the hell? your still
In Heaviness We Are HappySometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. It simply implies that they have become weighed down by love. They've lived life and, although their bearers have tasted misery, still survived to breathe another day. That's special. If you've never cried tears of true sorrow then you haven't smiled with true happiness either.In Heaviness We Are Happy in Short Stories More Like This
Hearts become heavy because love isn't like helium. Love doesn't float in the clouds, it is weighty like metal. That's what makes love so precious, because like gold we cannot afford to lose it. You see, because of love's heaviness, we notice when it's gone.
Sometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. Light hearts are lonely hearts, they've nothing to grasp onto. There is nothing to attach their insubstantial forms to reality, and so that is why some hearts are heavy. It's because they are alive.
Death's Breath On A Young Neck "Are you okay?" asked the voice from above.Death's Breath On A Young Neck in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, I'm fine," replied the girl, alone and sobbing in the dark corner.
"Are you.... Are you entirely sure of that...?"
"Yes! Now go away!" she would have screamed it, but instead she choked on her tears.
But I'm not okay, the girl thought, and comforting hands on my shoulders mean nothing to me. That's why I continually shrug them off. Not because I am haughty, or proud, but simply because to me they are a waste of time.
Later that evening the girl's mother entered the room, "Hello sweetheart, how are you?"
"Alive," Came the brusque reply.
"Darling," her mother sat on the bed beside her, and took the girl's hands, "I'm worried that you're not dealing with all this."
"I'm dealing with it fine! I'm okay! To be honest, I don't give a damn! Who cares? It's gone! It's never coming back and it's never going to happen again, I'm dea
Bioshock 2 Short StoryAndrew Ryan mentioned me once, in one of his voice diary recordings. The Alpha series Big Daddy, crouched by a Gather's Garden, crying. Epsilon, that's what they branded me, the last of the official Alpha series. They stripped me of all my memories from the surface, and bonded me to a poor little girl, an orphan, and forced a Adam Slug in her stomach, making her a little sister.Bioshock 2 Short Story in Short Stories More Like This
I loved her like my daughter, though, and I was her Daddy. Mr. Bubbles she'd call me, though all Little Sister's called their Big Daddys that. No one got near her, and I was critically injured many times for her, and even died twice, but with the miracle invention called a Vita-chamber, I'd come back over and over. However, that wasn't the same for my little one.
The Splicers overwhelmed me, pinning me down momentarily, but it was too late once I broke free, and Oh god I can remember it so clearly, the bastards killed her right in front of me! They killed my little one, and broke our bond. Oh god, it
Toy Store: Night of the BallToy Store: Night of the Ball in Short Stories More Like This
The burgundy bead rolled about along the veins and contours of the feather which served as Armand's finger. It was an odd clash of colors, the crimson serving to mute rather than accent the faint flavor of the tart liquid. Yet any concern for the color was proving secondary to the more glaring notion that tugged at the toy's mind. Why not wine? When he was human centuries ago no one would have given a second thought to him sampling a bit of Merlot; but his boyish demeanor he had come to be trapped in since his death and curse now proved a great inhibitor to things he used to enjoy.
Though he cannot blame the serving toys for this slight, they weren't created with the ability to know or empathize with his laments. Not to mention there was the issue of his handicap preventing him from explaining. Still, it would seem he wasn't alone in being denied this comfort. &