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.
dA-BR: Round 1 - Part 1dA-BR: Round 1 - Part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
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
Vore Tournment Hinata vs SheikVore Tournment Hinata vs Sheik in General Fiction More Like This
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! We're giving you a intriguing yet stimulating competition this nightfall. It's the vore battle of the shinobis! Here on one behalf, we have the lovely Hinata, the Konohagakure Ninja and heiress of the Hyūga clan!"
A girl with long navy blue hair appeared from one side of the stadium, donned in a lavender and white-hooded-jacket along with pants that was the same color as her hair. She wore sandals that had short heels and seemed to have a forehead protector around her neck. A shy yet confident look slowly appeared on her face as she waved to the crowds.
"And, for our other competitor, we have the mysterious member of the Sheikah tribe Z- I mean, Sheik!"
A rather androgynous figure appeared from the far side of the stadium, wearing a tight outfit. Their entire face was covered in wrappings, except for a small portion, revealing well-groomed blond hair and a pair of intense red eyes. They strummed a harp gently, producing a soft, gentle melo
Marceline and PB Vore StoryBased on an RP with :iconhakulikuriku:Marceline and PB Vore Story in General Fiction More Like This
"Wow, Marceline, isn't this place interesting?" Princess Bubblegum said.
"Yeah, sure, whatever" Marceline shrugs. "It seems kinda boring to me" Marceline responded, floating around lazily, yawning from the sheer boredom.
"Come on, be positive for once in your life." the princess said with a sigh.
"How about be interesting for once, brain lord" she snapped back
"At least I have brains!"
Marceline blushed, and got angry. "I totally have brains!" she shouted, grumbling to herself and crossing her arms
"Sure. You also heed to lose some weight. Getting a little chubby..." PB said, staring down at Marceline's squishy midsection, disapprovingly, her shirt starting to ride up a bit
Marceline reached under her t-shirt, gripping a single pale grey roll of fat in her hands. "Ugh, you're right" she moaned. "I really need to lay off the red" her blush intensified.
"And the people. I only ate one person, she was such a kid." the princess said.
Rapture 1-5As Terra had predicted, Tenenbaum figured out fairly quickly that she was in another world. Unfortunately, she didn't handle it as well as Terra had thought she would. She shut herself up in the library for a day, doing frantic research. Due to her mumblings about height, Eraqus figured it might have to do with how the Land of Departure was set up; in addition to the fact it was another world.Rapture 1-5 in Drama More Like This
She emerged at the end of the day to ask his forgiveness. Aqua was playing in her room -it was very pink- and Eraqus was dispassionately watching her.
"Now do you see why I would have rather you did not come?" Eraqus demanded, ignoring Aqua trying to get his attention. Tenenbaum noticed though, and sat down in a chair, then gestured for Aqua to walk over. Aqua refused and hid behind Master Eraqus. "Why is she acting like this?" he asked.
"Little Sisters are programmed to hate and fear maternal figures. Part of the reprogramming will get her to trust women again. You heard her say how 'Mommy is a
Rapture: Part 2 prologuePart 2: PrologueRapture: Part 2 prologue in Drama More Like This
Father, I am writing this diary so Mother doesn't find it. No one remembers paper down here, or
they have trouble finding it. Father, I miss you. Mother is trying to "break" something. She calls it
my "conditioning," but there is no conditioner here. Rapture has turned to shambles since you...you...
Andrew Ryan is dead and his son was the one who killed him! Apparently he "had to" or something,
but then he tried to kill Frank Fontaine! My Sisters saved him though when he was injured.
Yes, my Sisters. I sense them, all of them. Father, I want to bring you back. But until then, I am
trapped here and living my life through my Sisters.
I don't know how long it's been since I saw you Father. All I know now is I see Rapture as how it truly
is. I do not feel the need to drink ADAM anymore, but I still need it to survive. Mother has a plan, I
know it. I can see it every time she approaches me with the needle.
Father, I do not like it. I feel how much older I am. I feel...wr
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
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