Team Future ch. 14The next few days were pure torture for Wilbur. At school, he tried to evade Violet as best as he could. Pete was still teasing him about it, but it slowly started to annoy him.Team Future ch. 14 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Will you knock it off?! Pete exclaimed suddenly.
Im not doing anything! Wilbur said defensively, tapping his fork against his tray. For a few days now, he had no appetite. Maybe he was getting sick.
He squinted at one of the other tables on the other side of the cafeteria. There she sat... alone.
Since their last meeting, she had also started to ignore him, which was just all right with him... at least he believed that. Actually, he didnt know whether that was good or not. He knew nothing anymore. He was just annoyed and frustrated.
Youre doing it again!
Youre staring at her!
Nonsense, said Wilbur. But it didnt sound very convincing. He bent over his lunch tray, and pretended to eat.
But then he looked at
Team Future ch. 24I cant believe it! Why did I listen to you at all?! Wilbur complained.Team Future ch. 24 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shut up, Junior! Parr snapped.
She had directed him to the other end of the city. Until then, she had been quite determined, but after they had driven for five minutes through an uninhabited area, Wilbur came to the conclusion that she really didnt know where their younger versions were.
We are wasting valuable time driving around in the middle of nowhere! He continued to rant.
Well, your complaining isnt doing any good! Be glad that Im helping you, after all, YOU were the one who lost them! Violet sneered at him. She was extremely irritated... because of Junior mostly, but also because she had no idea what she should do next. She was here, at the other end of town ... and now what?
Wilbur was annoyed. By now, they could have been able to reach Cornelius. His father certainly would have known what to do!
But no! They had to cruise around in the
Team Future ch 8Vi was nervous. More than 30 years - that was an incredibly long time.Team Future ch 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Countless questions flew through her head. She wasnt worried about the fact that their identities could be jeopardized. Mr. Robinson had assured her otherwise.
However, with each passing minute, Violet became more conscious of the impending reunion. While only a few days had passed for her, her family aged for more than 30 years Vi could hardly imagine that fact, let alone comprehend it.
But she knew one thing. She would never be able to change that.
So she sat there, in the nicely decorated lounge, awaiting her fate. Her pulse went faster ...
Suddenly, Violet glanced up to see her parents standing in the doorway. Surprisingly, she was not as shocked as she had expected she would be. She realized that most supers were able to avoid serious medical problems in their old age, and this was obviously the case with her parents. Her father had gained more weight. He had lost some hair, and the hairs that remained we
Love's LimitsHis heart began to beat faster; and when their eyes met, he suddenly felt strangely cushy.Love's Limits in Fan Fiction More Like This
Actually, he just wanted to ask her for the way to the institute; but suddenly, the meaning of "love at first sight" became clear to him.
Wilbur Robinson, now 17 years old, was back in the past. His father was working on an important invention, however, he was missing the plans for important components. To save time and money for research, he had sent Wilbur into the past, to ask his younger self for the plans.
However, the young Cornelius was not at home, and Wilbur was now trying his best to find the way to the science fair.
Unfortunately, it was almost impossible for the boy to orient himself in the chaotic traffic of the city, which was very different to the one of his time.
But then, he saw her. A young, dark-haired, very pretty girl, around his age. She went dreamily along the sidewalk, gazing into shop windows.
Actually, he didn't want to ask her. That could cause a change in the time stre
Team Future ch. 17It was a beautiful day in TodayLand.Team Future ch. 17 in Fan Fiction More Like This
And what could be better to do on a day like today, than shopping?
Violet Parr and her best friend, Elizabeth Beckett, were on a journey through all the fashion boutiques of the city in order to find THE dress.
You couldnt show up in some random dress on the Robinson Ball, which took place annually.
The young women had been out for a long time and they hadnt found THE dress yet, but were already packed with a lot of bags and boxes. Shoes, makeup, jewelry, skirts, trousers, shirts and more ... You could never have enough clothes in the closet (though if it was already bursting at the seams).
They stood on a moving sidewalk and moved leisurely through the bustle of the city, when Liz suddenly pointed at a fantastically colored and designed building with giant oval windows.
"We havent been there yet! And they have a great collection of dresses"
"Then lets go!" exclaimed Violet.
They somehow made it off the moving sidewalk withou
Team Future ch. 35For a terrible long moment, the two teenagers held their breath...Team Future ch. 35 in Fan Fiction More Like This
They could hear the breathing of the clone! Why did he stop? Had he heard them? Was he listening?
When the steps slowly walked away and quietly vanished in the distance, they still scarcely dared to breath...
Then it was silent.
The two breathed a silent sigh of relief. When Wilbur relaxed, he suddenly realized that he had tensed his muscles all the time and therefore almost squashed Violet. They were still sitting cheek to cheek, and suddenly he became aware of this delicate situation.
Somehow, he wished that they could still sit here for a while just like that but Violet suddenly turned her head to him so that her nose touched his cheek. Reflexively, he turned to her too, so they suddenly sat there nose to nose, totally frozen.
He could feel her warm breath. This was so incredibly real!
Nothing now stood in the way of a kiss. But ... he couldn't kiss her! He couldn't do that, right? After all, well, they hated each ot
Team Future ch. 48The bright sunlight woke Violet the next morning. She had slept all night lying on her blanket in her smelly clothes, with which she had landed in the lake twice. It hadn't been an enjoyable sleep. She had lain almost unconscious on the bed, and not in a very comfortable pose, and when she got up, it felt like every single muscle of her body was tensed. She hadn't the slightest idea what time it was, and she pretty much didn't care. All she wanted was to sleep for a while, and this time under the blanket, because she was freezing terribly. She just started to get out of her smelly clothes, starting with her second shoe, when there was a knock at the door. Then Flame stuck her head into the room.Team Future ch. 48 in Romance More Like This
"Hey, you're dressed already!" she said cheerfully and Violet wondered for a moment why she looked so much younger, "Breakfast is ready in five minutes." Flame added with a friendly smile and closed the door again.
Violet sighed; seemed as if she could forget about sleeping for now.
In pain, sh
Team Future ch. 44Exhausted and breathless, but still happy the older Violet lay on the roof of a skyscraper in the center of the city. Her landing hadn't been very elegant, but after all she was invisible, so nobody had noticed her. There was still no electricity, but that was less of a problem, and somebody else could take care of that.Team Future ch. 44 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Relaxed, Violet lay on her back and looked at the sky. The last gentle waves of energy spread across the starry sky, as if it was carried by a kind of wind, only to disappear slowly. Around them she heard the jubilant cries of the citizens of Todayland, who they had just saved. Yet no one would thank her or the other team members, they wouldn't get a medal, an award or distinctions - but that it also wasn't so bad. All they got was the knowledge, that they had done everything in their power to protect these people, so that they could continue to live their lives.
That alone gave Vi an incredible satisfaction, even if no one would ever know about their heroic deeds.
Team Future ch. 40Wilbur wanted to follow Violet immediately. He had to help her before it was too late! This woman had a unique talent of getting into trouble. He was running along the same corridor, when Bobby landed behind him suddenly and roughly grabbed his shoulder. Wilbur turned around, startled.Team Future ch. 40 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'll help her, you help the others!" he said strictly, and eyed Wilbur with a stern gaze. Wilbur didn't know whether he could ever get used to the fact that Bobby was a super, and he didn't really had the feeling that he could trust him.
But before he had the opportunity to reply, Bobby was already gone. Wilbur hesitated a moment and looked after him, indecisive, ready to follow him. But what could he do to help Vi? Bobby could fly and shoot these weird lightning things... He could actually do something against these super clones in contrast to Wilbur...
With a heavy heart he turned around and ran through the next corridor.
Meanwhile, Bobby was flying outside through the rain along the platform. Suddenl
Team Future ch. 5After the fateful call, Cornelius was immediately driven to the construction site.Team Future ch. 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Weve found something ..." He had heard one of his colleagues utter at the other end of the line.
"So, what? Cant it wait until tomorrow?"
"You should really take a look ..." his colleague replied with an ominous tone.
Cornelius decided at that moment to drop everything immediately and head over.
It was dark when Cornelius reached the site. White and yellow headlights were arranged everywhere to illuminate the area adequately.
When he got out of the car, three of his colleagues came to him. (They probably came from home as well, because none of them wore their usual working clothes. Logan even wore his pajama pants already.)
They all had a serious, almost panicked look on their faces.
"Can anyone tell me whats going on here?!"
"You have to see it with your own eyes..."
Without any time to lose, he followed them to an elevator, which headed into a sheer groundless hole. Only a small, dim
My Lost LoveAh, my lost love, when will you come home?My Lost Love in Free Verse More Like This
Have you lost your way? Have you forgotten the sight of my welcoming smile?
My lost love, do you remember the lightning? We would sit on the cherry red chairs - or perhaps they were raspberry; remember how we used to argue over it playfully? - that my father built, watching the silvery fingers of God light up the sky. Do you remember the hot nights when midsummer storms would draw the entire street onto their porches, and we would call across to everyone, since everyone knew each other in that quaint little town, remarking on how beautiful the night was, dark and stormy and perfect?
Do you, my lost love, recall the time you and I bought ice cream, and you, always cautious, opted for vanilla and I, ever the adventerous one, ordered orange and pineapple? Oh, how I hated orange and pineapple, that horrible mix, and you laughed and laughed over my abhorrence of the two flavors together? Do you remember how you, the loving gentleman, traded me your
you chose medo you hate me nowyou chose me in Free Verse More Like This
will you blame me for the sharp-edged bones
and a broken lock on our eden wall
awash of bleeding bites and all our lost loves
we were born to fuck each other
over one way or another
it took forever and a week
but you finally confessed
and I coldly turned you down
set away by pride and rationality
my heart is covered by a sheet of ice
love is not won by a cast of dice
is your soul the same as mine
shall we dance this tune together
swirling and twirling under the yellow moon
never breaking the hypnotic rapture
lost loves flickering around us
creating such a flighty fuss
all the girls in the summer breeze
and yet you chose me
MilitiaRomance, who loves to nod and singMilitia in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake.
Romance has never found my face,
Lost within the curtain of willow.
She's never heard of my case,
Until she cursed my heart aglow.
A time of peace, a fallen priest.
This isn't just a common fling,
Not to me, at least.
The silence has never ceased.
The deadly quiet of an angered king.
Romance, who loves to nod and sing.
Duty is a hard price to pay.
A march and a heart of stone.
And what they do each day.
Striding along, every night alone.
The sweetest song is silence,
A rare occurence for the spring.
The flash of guns and red violence,
The enemy spared no kindness.
A buzzing bee, resting his sting,
With drowsy head and folded wing.
Gunfire loud, flashing bright,
Screams of fire and of pain,
Making your head spin day and night,
You feel like you're going insane.
Stinking of death and decay,
A bit of peace, if you choose to take,
A Letter to Society, My DearDear Society,A Letter to Society, My Dear in Free Verse More Like This
Did you notice how I started that with "dear"? As if you're dear to anyone. Society, such a proper word, such an urbanite style. Such rich connotations, such a united front.
My loving Society, do you think I care? If you do, then perhaps you are intelligent enough to game with me.
Will you play this game with me, this game of hard words and sarcastic remarks and designer clothes and bone-thin models such as myself? Will you play? Let me deal you a hand.
How elite you are, Society, how aristocratic. You say you are the public, the people; but do you really know what we think?
Ah, Society, if you could see me now; my anger boiling over at the surface of this great melting pot called my mind.
But my mind is anything but melting or boiling, Society; can you understand the cool fury I bear? The cold sarcasm, the icy edge to my tongue?
Yes, I believe you
HS - Insanity is in Steel Vent Walls.“Hey. I think the world just ended.”HS - Insanity is in Steel Vent Walls. in Drama More Like This
He isn’t really sure what’s going on.
He’s not even certain how he got here.
It’s dark enough to be midnight, and cold enough to raise gooseflesh; it’s crystal the way those two qualities always are, and together, it’s invigorating, and he feels like he’s alive for the first time.
There are no stars.
It’s calculating and cruel, the way the air nips at his skin like so many tiny, paper-thin knives, but he doesn’t really mine, not entirely.
(Something warm and wet, wet, wet drips down his hand, staining his fingernails with a grisly kaleidoscope.)
Icy fingers touch his face, tracing the harsh line of his jaw, urging him forward with fleeting, promising caresses.
He’s not quite sure what’s going on, or how he got there, so he steps forward.
“I think you’re right.”
“No need to be a smartass.”
She’s irritated; with herse
SufferingSee this smile? :-DSuffering in Free Verse More Like This
This smile, that seems so real and too happy, too content?
F - A - K - E
But I suppose you wouldn't care.
I'm sorry for taking up your time. -t i c k - t o c k-
Of course you have something better to do.
(don't they all?)
So, I'll die in this eternal night.
No, go, have fun in the sun, with all the rest.
(tell me how bright it is...)
I won't bother you again.
I won't bother anyone again.
Well, if you care to listen, I've learned something in my life.
15 years of age, yet I'm already old...
What I've come to realize is,
--Suffering is supposed to make us stronger.
Tell that to the people suffering.
Missing a knife? Sharp, and shiny, and jagged on one side, perfect for slicing...?
I'm so, so sorry.
Got blood on your carpet (wet and dark and scented with copper, staining the floor beneath it with my life)?
That was me too.
-ha, since when am I honest-
Human RaceThe face of DeathHuman Race in Free Verse More Like This
The face of Pain
Envy, and Hatred
And all fear
Its power over us-
The weak human race
The Devil lurks in our minds
Tempting us with Sin
And all fall-
The weak human race
We cannot avoid the
Sweet temptation and thrills
He offers but we can
Respect and admire
God and His Will more
I eagerly await the day
I finally join
And leave my
I am nothing
But a vessel
To do His Will and
Then leave human faults
Of ours behind-
The weak human race
We sin and sin
But what good comes?
An eternity in the nine
Roasting circles of Hell
The weak human race
My body is nothing
Insignificant and a fragile
Container for my spirit,
Broken and miserable,
The weak human race
The weak human race
Shall fall, as my
Vengeance on its
Burns them to ashes
And I repent
Of my Sins
Hatred, and Pain
Envy, and Murder
Of me and of them
They have ran their cou
Solkat - A Hopeless Flush CrushYou dream of strange constellations, new patterns across a familiar sky, and riddles written out in the stars for you to interpret as you will.Solkat - A Hopeless Flush Crush in Romance More Like This
You dream of someone who tastes like honey and tears, a boy with twin horns and dichromatic eyes; a memory you'd thought long forgotten, a hopeless dream of something mistaken and long ago.
When you wake up, your face is wet, and you do not move for a long time, sobbing silently into your pillow.
You are horribly alone, you realize. So, so alone; you always push people away before they have a chance to break your heart.
You see the good in people, always have, and that hurts the most; that they always have to disappoint you, because they're not as good as you imagine them to be.
You remember, but you don't understand.
You should've known you'd only receive heartbreak when you fell in love with the yellow-blood, but you couldn't - can't - help it.
It had been so long ago, you'd been kids, without a clue in the world as to what the hell they were
SlippingThe moon glows alabaster against his skin, a bleached-out betrayal of his usual skin tone.Slipping in Romance More Like This
Entranced, he watches. He watches the world die around him. He sees his friends wither away. He watches, and he learns.
He is gold, gold, gold. He shines, bright, like the sun, like a star, effulgent and glowing.
He is gold, gold, all gold, but green when the skies cry.
He has blood like mobile acid, steel shards of brain; pain is constant. His smile is pinched, full of broken glass, and his cheekbones are razor blades.
He drags his nails over skin, hears hitched breath, strangled words, words of undying love and terrible expletives, and knows they're both false.
He's jaded, fed-up and world-weary, the golden boy with the gorgeous green eyes of jasmine and fresh grass.
Searing hot lips, deft oil fingers at his jaw, callused against the angle of bone and skin.
They skim over his cheek, his lips, his throat; he wants more, but he can't, because he's taking advantage of the boy in love with him.
Dissection of MeCut through skin, remove the organs. An empty shell of a girl.Dissection of Me in Free Verse More Like This
Strong muscles, lean from karate. Curvy through puberty. Slender with hipbones jutting out through tanned skin.
Examine the face (pretty and elfish, with a sharply pointed chin and large eyes); make dotted lines to best cut open. Slice along the dotted lines like some horrible draw-between-the-lines pictures like when you were a kid.
Examine the slender, high cheekbones and empty eye sockets. Such a shame for her death, so young, so elegant, but it was her time, wasn't it?
Finally, the brain. Take out the usual instincts; food, water, and the like.
The interesting parts are next.
She doesn't believe in love. Romantic love at least. Love is hate, and passion, and punches, and screaming curses. Love is dirty with sweat and tears. Love is neither pure nor sweet in her mind. Love doesn't exist in the way most think.
Another part of her mind. Everyone hates themselves. It's a fact of life. Everyone has to deal with it.
It's not too late."Jack, please wait. I'm sorry. I didn't think that it would upset you. Please wait." Miko said, running after the 16 year old. Jack ignored the small 15 year old Asian girl.It's not too late. in Short Stories More Like This
"Of course you didn't! You never do! You think that the world revolves around you and you can do whatever you want to. Well...isn't that right?" Jack said, his voice cutting through the quiet base like a knife.
"Now what did she do?" Ratchet asked.
"Miko didn't tell me anything. Did Jack tell you anything, Arcee?" Bulkhead awnsered.
"No. He was grumbling about how immature she is all the way here." Arcee said.
"If you won't listen to me, then let me tell you in a song." Miko said and she placed a insumental CD in the sterio that Fowler bought them. Miko grabbed a microphone and a mic stand and started the song.
Here I am
Feels like the walls are closing in
Once again it's time to face it and be strong
I wanna do the right thing now
I know it's up to me some how
I've lost my way
If I could take it all back I wo
Priestess Miko Chpt 1Chapter One: OriginsPriestess Miko Chpt 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-One year ago-
Miko Nakadai made sure everyone in her grandmothers country house was asleep. She had a strung bow in her hand with a quiver full of arrows on her back.
"Alright. If I'm going to make sure I stay alive in the states next year, I better be able to defend myself without my comrades." She said aloud.
Miko walked outside to practice. She knocked an arrow on the bow and pulled back. She breathed deeply and released. Th arrow flew through the air. It burst into a pink light and hit its target.
"Bull's eye." Miko said. She contiued to practice, only pausing to collect her arrows from the target.
Miko shook her head. 'That's silly. He wouldn't dream of telling them.' Miko was at the base, debateing whether or not Bulkhead would tell the other human and bots about her secret.. Her name had a meaning, just like everything else in this world.
That's what her name meant. And that's why she was a magical priestess, sent to be on this earth to hel
Miko's DealChapter 1: Bulkhead Kidnapped!Miko's Deal in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miko Nakadai was listening to her ipod. She had to admit...some contrey music was good. Since the bots were on a mission( or as Miko called it, Zombiesville, Next Groundbridge), she had nothing else to do. Well... unless you count watching Jack Darby and Raf Esquivel playing a racing game or talking to Rachet( which she was bound to never do unless she wanted to die of boredum)as something to do. Miko didn't know which one was worse. She knew that she should have snuck behind the bots! 'Well...' thought Miko. 'At least i have my sketch pad and ipod.'
Bulkhead had shot down... How many Decepticons had he shot down? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was tired...big time. He wondered if Miko, his best...and smallest, for that matter...buddy was here. He hadn't seen a splash of pink since before he left the base. 'i wonder if Miko's here, or being bored out of her m
BraveryI am the soldier, waiting for the attack.Bravery in Free Verse More Like This
I don't let anything faze me,
And I don't get distracted.
I protect the ones I love
And everyone else
I am the girl who stand up for what she believes in.
I deal with names and abuse.
I don't ever back down from my views.
No one will ever make me
I know who I am.
I am the mother who still loves her abusive husband.
People tell me to leave him.
To think about my son.
I tell them I am.
They don't believe me
But I know where I stand.
I am the homeless man who stands up and puts a smile on my face because I know I'll help someone today.
I have to try and get change to help the ones who can't get by.
I help the runaways get home
And the jobless get by.
I make sure that others come first
And when I wake up in the morning,
"I think I'll help others today."
We come from different worlds
And we don't know each other's names
But we each have something in common.
We don't know many who have
Our strength and kindness
But we d
Vampire Miko Chpt 2Chapter 2: Murder Isn't Cool!Vampire Miko Chpt 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Guys, this is my friend, Miko Nakadai. She loves to watch murder-mystery shows and read such books. I think she can help us solve this case." Agent Fowler said. Miko waved.The police officers who were working the caswe nodded and showed Miko around.
"This is the victim. His name, we believe, is Vince Hamilton. Do you know how he died?" Asked one cop, Officer Alex Lamlin.
"No. You wouldn't believe me if I told you my theory. Besides, I'd have to kill you."
"Uh...ok?" Officer Lamlin said.
"Hmm... by the size of these wounds, the killer must of had something sharp with two pokers like a meat fork. Hmmm... how odd..." Miko said, thinking.
Then, the unexpected happened. She heard a rustling sound and when she turned, all of the officers(with the exception of Agent Fowler, much to Miko's relief) were dead.
"Fowler, get behind me and whatever you do, DON'T move a muscle." Miko said, getting into a fighting stance.
"Ok. Miko, what's going on?" Fowler asked.
Megatron's RevengeChapter 1: Life is good...not!Megatron's Revenge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up in my room. Roberto was in his cage, fast asleep. I pushed my piano key comfortor to the side and stretched until my limbs ached. My phone vibrated, indecating that someone was texting me.
It was Jack. His message said,
'Hey. Wake up, sleepy head.' I rolled my eyes. Like I hadn't heard that before. He texted me that every other morning. I texted him back saying that I had been up for an hour, which was a big lie. Try 5 minutes. He didn't text me back. I didn't mind.
Then I heard a tapping at my window. A familiar dove-golden in color- was on my sill. I opened it and she came in.
"Glorious morning, is it not, Mikoto? I couldn't resist going out for a fly!"
"Yes, Amaterasu. It is a glorious morning. I may go for a walk later."
"Hm...I might join you. In my human form. And in modern clothes. Well...your modern."
"Yes but remember. Humans don't glow or float."
"Only around you."
"Yeah. So how have you been?
miko's dealChapter 3: The torture and the day at schoolmiko's deal in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miko. That's all i can think about. How's Miko dealing with this? Will she stay away from the cons while the bots looked for me?Doubt it. Miko just wants me back in one piece. Spark and all.
After a while, I heard the cell doors open and heard through my audio sensors the voice i never thought that i would be afraid to hear.
"Hello, Bulkhead. Did you recharge nicely? I hope so. You'll need the energon." Starscream said. I remained silent. I just wanted to get out of here and besides, I miss Miko. She always seems to cheer me up. "Well...? Are you going to awnser me or do you need some...motivation?"
I cringed at the word motivation. "Yes. I recharged fine. Happy?"
"Verily. Now you have some information that Lord Megatron would like to have. Where is the Autobot base? We can do this the easy way or the hard."
"I'm never gonna tell that to y
Ninja MikoMiko Nakadai was getting up...at two o'clock in the morning. She walked into her closet in her Host Parent's house, and pulled out a black catsuit with black boots. She put it on, discarding her pajamas. "it's time. All units go." She said into her watch.Ninja Miko in Short Stories More Like This
"Shadow, are you sure?" Asked a deep voice.
"Yeah, Razor. I'm sure. Shadow over and out." Miko...er...Shadow said. She opened her window and jumped into the night.
Once there, she said, "Everyone still alive?" She got a minute of yeahs. "Ok. Good. Rondevue in HQ in 15 minutes," She said nothing else. She then tapped on a tree three times and dissapeared.
The next day...
Miko yawned for the umteenth time. Study Hall was boring. 'Besides,' she thought, 'What's the worst that can happen in study hall? I'm gonna make a list.' She did. The list only had one thing on it: Getting killed. 'Yep that's the worst that can happen. What would the team and the bot's do? I wonder...'
"Miko. hey. Good job last night, Shadow. You
Miko's Deal Chpt 11Chapter 11: Dark energon is the worst!!!Miko's Deal Chpt 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once we got to Japan, all I could say was,
"Ah. Home, sweet home. I' m back." I'm back. Yeah right. I only want to come back during the spring, when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Well...I guess it is spring here in Japan. It's fall in America.
"Glad to be back?" Bulk asked.
"Well...yeah. I haven't been home since the end of summer. Like August 1st. Well...I guess it was winter here, summer there." I replied, getting out of Bulk's jeep andadmireing the full bloom cherry blossoms. Absent mindedly, i started to hum the lullaby that my mother used to sing to be.
"What are you humming?"
"A lullaby my mother used to sing to me."
Five minutes later, the bot's-plus Jack, Raf, and Amaterasu- came and we started to looked for the energon that Ratchet had mentioned. We split up into teams of two, which were Bulk and Bee, Optimus and Arcee(Awwwwwww...), Jack and Raf, and Amaterasu and I.
We...well...we were the unlucky ones. Here we are, j
Megatron's Revenge Chpt 2Chapter 2: The heart of the forestMegatron's Revenge Chpt 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ok...so who knew dwarves could be so generous? Some female dwarves told me to follow them and I did. They led me to a cave, where there was a bed, a desk, a cup, a ladle in a barrel of water, a bath tub, a wardrobe, and a firepit. There was also a part of the cave where there was meat, vegetables, and fruits. The were also some edible mushrooms and edible flowers and some mint leaves. There was apile of grains and a loaf og bread. there was a pile of clean plates, silverware, and teacups and a teapot too. I saw a sink, and a toilet and that's it.
I walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. I saw a collection of dresses, kimonos, shoes, and hair accesories. I pulled one of the dresses out and examined it. It was a strapless purple sundress with one row of ruffles on the bottom, unlike mine, which had two rows. There wasn't any button detail but there was a piece of fabric on the chest that started just below the upper chest area and stoped
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
My Love....My love,My Love.... in Letters More Like This
I do not wish to frighten you with this letter. I write it as a confession for my sins. I write it as a cry for help, of desperation. It is rare for me to ask for help. I am a person of pride; my pride is something I cling to for safety, like a security blanket. But as I write this letter, I'm realizing that if I dont get some kind of help, Im going to waste away to nothing.
The pain in my stomach is starting to become unbearable. The results of my illness are starting to show. Many are concerned about my "sickly thinness" but I do not see it. My legs are still fat, and my arms, and my stupid, ugly face. I'm trying so hard to hold on, but I can feel my life slipping through my bony fingers. They are the same appendages that I've been shoving down my throat. But it's not enough, it'll NEVER be enough. I know I sound so selfish right now. I cannot help that, though. I'm merely a human being; a human life that is wasted by a hideous soul.
It makes me sick to even swallow my own s
Doctor Mengele-PerfectionistDoctor Josef Mengele-PerfectionistDoctor Mengele-Perfectionist in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: SOME BAD LANGUAGE USED. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ
"Send in the next one," I told my assistant. He nodded and walked off, obedient as always. I smirked and washed some of my needles and pulled on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. These were the only things that made it so I didn't have to touch them; they were so imperfect. Well, most of them were; this one wasn't so bad. This next one was the last of the day; she was always saved for last. That way, I could take as much time as I wanted to with her; my work required me to be very thorough.
"Quit pushing me you fucking Nazi!" her young voice yelled out. I chuckled; she hated to be pushed in here. But, my assistant didn't care what she did or did not like. I turned as she was pushed in the door, landing on the floor with a 'thud.' I nodded to my assistant who nodded in return and closed the door.
Lost and BrokenLost and Broken in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes life is like an old antique shop
There's the neat little trinkets that catch your eye
and there's the treasures that stay forever
but sometimes, the shop is full of junk
little bits of this, big pieces of that
Like a little clock
it once held gleam, ticked by merrily
hour by hour, day in and day out
But now, it lays in a box,
lost and broken
no longer serving purpose
meaning nothing but meaning something
meaning something to those who have an eye for something special
maybe this little clock can be fixed
maybe it can be repaired
or maybe, it will be forever lost,
lost and broken, broken and lost
The ones that the lost one seesShe's so lost and sad. And always complaining. Why does she complain? Why is she so sad all the time? She has a lot to be happy about, to be grateful for. But there's so much she hates; about herself and about her life. She feels like she isn't as pretty as she wants to be, she knows her grades should be better. There's so much she wants to change. The friends she has are great, but they don't always understand. She has so many friends, and some of them understand and care; most just don't understand.The ones that the lost one sees in Emotional More Like This
There's the sheltered one, who's trying to follow in her footsteps. She's trying to learn how to be a rebel, just to say "no." But, she doesn't need to be a rebel. She's fine the way she is, she doesn't understand it, though. But, she's one of the ones who cares and understands; fighting with her through the pain. She's always there when she's needed, no matter what time or day. Her grades are perfect; she says it's cuz she's a perfectionist. But, why is that so bad? It's not, it's
A Little Help From SlendermanA Little Help From Slenderman in General Fiction More Like This
A young girl of only 16 lay curled up on the couch in the living room of her small trailer which she shared with her mother and her dog. Her parents had divorced and she was a high school junior. She had a boyfriend who loved and adored her and treated her like she was pure gold. He, in return, meant the whole world to her. He was her whole world, and he made her dark world just a little bit brighter. The poor girl was a schizophrenic, the voices in her head taunting her at all hours of the day and night. She was depressed; it was quite hard for her to be happy. These were just a few things among a list of many.
As she lay on her couch, she cried silently into her gray pillowcase, her tears and muffled gasps slowly putting her to sleep. Her mother had already gone to bed, and was sleeping peacefully. And as the girl drifted off, a figure watched her through the blinds of the window: a tall figure with a pure white face and han
Cold...I struggle to pull myself out of my chairCold... in Free Verse More Like This
My bare feet brushing the carpeted floor
I look down at my feet; they're so cold
I drag myself to my small, cluttered bedroom
Fuzzy, warm slippers are pulled onto my feet
They cover the bottoms of my skinny jeans
I wiggle my freezing toes; they don't warm too well
I stop for a moment; my knee is locked again
Foot planted firmly on the floor
I force my joint back; I groan in pain when I feel it pop
My slippers drag across the floor
What am I doing? I ask myself
I don't answer
Wandering aimlessly around my small house
From one side to the other; back and forth
Occasionally walking into another room; just to see
I find my way back to my bedroom; it's rather cold in there
I wrap my blanket around my shivering body; will it even help?
Slowly walking back to my computer room; I want my laptop
I hear and feel my joints cracking and popping as I move
As I sit down in my chair I let out a groan; my back is killing me
I don't even open my laptop; there's
It will never be enoughShe seems so happy and contentIt will never be enough in Free Verse More Like This
From one hour to the next
But her mind is so far from that
It's like reading backwards
Her minds gears are turning
Always at inconsistent speeds
Sometimes slow as a tortoise
Sometimes fast as a cheetah
But whenever they are working fine
And she seems to be doing ok
They interfere with her thoughts
They are little tricksters and nymphs
Stopping her train of thought and changing her mind
They gum up her gears and ruin her mind
They loosen the nuts and bolts
Making her fall apart and struggle to repair herself
Her skull is full of loose screws and washers
Broken bits of brain and metal
Her mind is changed with the flip of a switch
Just one thing, one stupid thing sets her off
And she goes from being cheerful to a total bitch
Does anyone ask her what's wrong? No
Does anyone even acknowledge her discomfort? No
If they do see her than they are too cowardly to ask
They are too afraid of the monster that they see her as
Maybe she would loosen up if they ta
These Cruel VoicesThe pain I endure is rarely heardThese Cruel Voices in Free Verse More Like This
Only those who hear the harpies understand
To each his own voices, different and new
Some are caring, guiding, like ones second conscience
Mine are cruel, biting, clawing at my mind
There's a few that care, they love and help me
Stop spilling your feelings!
Shut up! I hate you!
Stop telling me what's right and wrong!
We are your thoughts! We OWN you!
shut up! Stop screeching! Let me be!
Don't listen to him, chavivi
I'm trying not to, but how can I not?
Listen to us. The ones who care
at least you're like HER
at least you're like the one who loves me</i>
the conflict in my minds is pure war
it's torturous, heartbreaking, hurting
it's driving me insane, my mind slowly slipping
the real ones say I'm strong
they tell me to fight them
but, the voices are apart of me
they're apart of whom I am
if I destroy them, I destroy myself
That's what you want! You know it!
it's not! It's not! You're lying! Stop! Stop!
The Invisible PeopleI'm one of the invisible peopleThe Invisible People in Free Verse More Like This
We hide from the revealing light
The light that shows our ugly faces
We hide ourselves in the comforting dark
The dark that protects us from your taunting laughs
The dark I hide in is the shadows
The shadows of you perfect people
I love you but yet I hate you
It's just too complicated for someone like me to explain
I'm one of the stupid people
I don't know what I want and I don't care
I don't care about anything do I?
I just care about the dark and the music
The music that I listen to is soothing
I use it to hide my ears from your hurtful words
I close my eyes to hide my eyes from your offensive looks
It is the way of the invisible people
We hide our ears from your harmful phrases
We hide our sensative eyes from the way you look
Some of us make ourselves visible by earning it
Some of us do it right, some of us do it wrong
To me, it doesn't matter if the others do it wrong or right
I envy them when they become one of the visible people
But, deep down, I k
Goodbye, My LoveGoodbye, My Love in Free Verse More Like This
We both fell one day
It all happened so fast
I knew you were dying
But I hoped that you'd last
You were tragically beautiful
And now I wish you could see
The pain that I'm left with
Because you're not with me
You're up in God's arms
You're safe now, I know
But, oh my sweet love
I just can't let you go
August 17th, yes that was the day
"Mum, my heart, it's too fast..."
Yes, I think that's what you'd say
You kept getting dizzy, nauseous, and weak
I just kept on praying:
"Please God, please help me...
Please let me keep him
Don't take him away"
But I guess prayers weren't enough
Because it still happened that day
God told you "Kris, it's you're time"
And that was the end
You couldn't even stand, let alone walk
But you had to, I know
And that's when the clock
Started counting down fast
You're time got used up
Your mom grabbed the phone,
Frantic and scared
But it was too late
And now all I have
Is pictures and emails
Cute little hearts and sad little tales
We had plans, you and me
Please,don’t make mePlease, in Free Verse More Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover, in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMissing Bones in Free Verse More Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
I could make a list,but I merely bit my lip when she asked me,I could make a list, in Free Verse More Like This
"What is it you're thankful for?"
How could I tell her
I was thankful for this heart
that beats a thousand times over
when I hear her speak?
Scorpiussometimes,Scorpius in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up with bits of Orion
still stuck between my teeth.
& i grin, remembering
the face of every lover
i’ve managed unscathed,
to crawl out from underneath.
‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones
like little wings, Pluto’s underworld
ripe, coursing through my veins:
i stake claim to clavicles.
between the constellations
of tongues & weak limbs,
i get off
on all the ways mere mortals
beg me to sacrifice them
to the heavens.
Androphobiai was stitched lips and a flightless raven heart-Androphobia in Free Verse More Like This
all sex and a contorting spine;
his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.
& between you and me: i feared his teeth,
& tongue, & honest organs-
with skin that begged, 'please, don't touch me.'
don't touch me.
don't fucking touch me.
i am not soft.
there is a war raging in my lungs,
screaming through the uncharted galaxies
of my wanderlust heartstrings.
i am not soft.
i am lust, & war, & envy
i am sin,
& the kind of prosetry yet to be proofread.
but he wanted to claim my guarded ghost eyes
and crossed legs.
'justlet me hold you.'
his callused hands were cancer,
my still body, a clock.
dust.I'm chokingdust. in Free Verse More Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
Closed mouthed,I tried to devour myself in my sleep,Closed mouthed, in Free Verse More Like This
all tight lipped and tongueless
hours after you left me
with only an unbeating heart
keeping me company.
Callused fingers made me shiver,
but never managed to make me burn.
Instead, they left me feeling cold
a frostbitten liar with a snake for a tongue.
An unnamed poetic.
I'm dreaming of red skies
and dragons of old
I'm begging, and I'm begging,
and I'm beggingPleasewarm me up.
Set fire to these bones
Give me a real reason to scream.
Because, there rests an old poet
in the farthest reaches of my soul
and she longs to fight this fire with flames.
[ As she's learned the tricks of her trade
only conversing with Monsters. ]
it won't, i know that.Let me tell you a story. Let me paint you a picture.it won't, i know that. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s dark and I’m alone and the wind is howling and once upon a time, I might have made this sound poetic. I’m crying, but it’s not pretty. I’m crying and my nose is red and my hands are shaking and the cigarette is limp between my scarred, calloused fingers. I once might have made this sound pretty. I might have made it sound desirable. Did you want a high? All you had to do was touch my skin, to feel your way down my sweat-slicked hips. Did you want to get buzzed? You just had to soak in the passion like alcohol and let your mind go wild. I used to have nothing but chaos to offer. Now I just have memories – do you want to take them?
But you won’t. I know that. I paid the price and life paid me. Whatever I once had is gone and it’s been replaced with this shaking emptiness. I can no longer get drunk. I just get sad. I sit at broken pianos and think about the music they used to make, li
can't wait forever.because, boy, you know im looking for you, but im not sure ill ever find you.can't wait forever. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
im spending my days watching the different eyes that go by but they all have the wrong angle or the wrong shape or theyre a little too gray instead of the blue that i know youll have. there are too many creases where theyve frowned too many times and are a touch too red from too much alcohol when i know youll have at least some idea of moderation. theyre all wrong because theyre not yours.
and im spending my nights listening to the different laughs riding the airwaves but theyre all the wrong pitch or on the wrong frequency or theyre a little too hoarse when i know youll be all smoke. theyre a little too strained because they dont find life funny at all and theyre a little too loud to cover the cheap tongue wagging behind them when i know youre nothing but genuine. theyre making my ears bleed list
it doesn't come free.if you want it, you're going to have to catch it.it doesn't come free. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're going to have to run until your feet are caked with silt and your mouth is burned with wind, until your heart is laboring behind rusted ribs. you're going to have to chase it through sand storms and ocean tantrums and to the edge of the world and over. you're going to have to strip out of your clothes and inhibitions and fear and pride because it's not slowing down. it's not going to idle in anticipation or pause or give you a fair shake. it's going to twist in currents and cut corners and laugh as it's free diving into still lakes.
if you want it, you're going to have to tempt it.
you're going to have to promise with a honeyed tongue and then confess with bare-boned honesty. you're going to have to be cunning and honest, vulnerable and strong. you're going to have to know the art of silence under blue moon stars and the seduction of words breathed through smoke veils. you're going to have to twist poetry from your capillaries an
what if i forgot_cwhat if i lost youwhat if i forgot_c in Free Verse More Like This
amongst sea weed
and wheat fields
and what if field
through my ear drums
and caressed my memory
with your words.
[what if i was to whisper sweet nothings
in your ear until you lost your feet and
floated instead? what if i grabbed your hand
and pulled it through my chest, let you push
aside my ribs and get lost in me?]
what if i taught you
how to love and how
to cry and how to
express your emotions
like cyanide sinking
through teeth, and filing
into your pink gums.
[what if i pulled you inside out and painted
the backside of your skin with coral and wind
and heartache? what if i swallowed your lips
and filled my lungs with your butterfly kisses?]
what if i taught sea
creatures to sing
represent your soul
and stream down your
cheeks and cover your
eyelashes with beauty.
[what if for a moment you melted and cried
and wanted with every cell of my body until you
knew what it meant to feel as i do? what if you
i'm choking.i am sitting with smoking nerves andi'm choking. in Free Verse More Like This
frayed circuit wires, everything i don't
know knotting together for me to choke
if there is a door, i can't find it.
if there is an answer, i'm unaware.
instead i am falling to my knees and
crawling under the smoke, eyes watering
and knuckles bleeding. no closer to the end
than when i had begun.
if i had the courage, i'd crack open your ribs
and get the answer for myself. if i was brave,
i'd simply reach over and pinch the truth from
or i'd just tie my heart to the railroad tracks
and wait for you to save it. wait for you
to cradle it and whisper that the time for
pinched nerves and scraped knees is over.
but i am confused and cowardly, clutching
my chest, palms feebly protecting the only
thing i have left to defend. the only thing i
have left worth guarding.
and the thing that scares me most is not that
you might hurt me. it's not that i might end
up with a scar or a burn or a weeping laceration.
the thing that has me trembling wit
and when i live.i am sleeping in the middle of wheat fields.and when i live. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am curled into the soil with the sun filtering through my eyelids and the warmth of the earth pressed against my hip. i am holding my stomach with gentle hands, lips parted to breathe in the sweet air. i am dreaming of feathers running down my spine and of blowing bubbles while running down sloping hills. i am dreaming of kisses at dawn and hands cradling my cheek and laughing over coffee with my best friend.
and when i wake, i am tranquil and serene and peaceful.
and when i wake, i am alive.
i am swimming in the belly of the ocean.
i am twisting in the clever hands of her currents, my hair roping around my waist and seashells trailing up my thigh. i am swallowing saltwater and rinsing out my lungs, letting my sins filter through my skin and disperse into the curling water. i am breathing through gills around my throat and letting my fingers paint symphonies in the seaweed. i am dancing with starbright scales and forgetting the weight of
i can't see the sky.i hate the word lonely.i can't see the sky. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
it dries out my mouth like i had tried to swallow tumbleweeds, it scratches the back of my throat like i'm trying to regurgitate memories from an empty stomach. it leaves me sitting in the middle of an empty room and wishing the ceiling would cave in because then at least i'd be able to watch the stars.
instead i'm just laying on top of the covers pretending to count them in the drywall and imagining what it would feel like to have your arm behind the curve in my neck. instead i'm closing my eyes and listening to the suction in my veins because i am hollow and caving in. i keep painting you with rich, lush adjectives, but you're just a cardboard pipe dream that falls flat and leaveleaveleaves me without air.
i keep spending my nights sketching your eyes on the ceiling, but i still can't see the moon.
and you know, i keep my hands busy during the day to ignore the faint shaking they do when i know they want to be holding yours. i keep my mouth talking to ignore t
set the broken bones.call me a fool.set the broken bones. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i won't sew your mouth closed, i won't block your path. call me heartless and i'll split open my chest to show you what's pulsing, what's bruised and lacerated and aching like hell but still alive. i'll show you my scars and my burns, i'll turn my neck and show you the jagged slice where i was foolish enough to trust a knife against my throat.
call me weak.
i won't rage against the accusation, i won't deny with vigorous defiance. i'll sit and absorb each and every slur because i know you'll never understand. i'll take the wicked slices and soak them in, my skin cut open and bare. i'll let you paint me into a corner and i won't try to leave. i'll open my hands and stand with my palms facing the sun. i'll sigh and stand with my ribs dropping slowly one by one to my feet.
call me broken.
i won't shake my head, i won't cut off the insults. i'll just lift my shirt and show you where i've staunched the blood. i'll show you the homemade stitches, the places where circumstance
it's not enough.i will never regret running into the freeway.it's not enough. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
if i am gasping for air, pressing my palms against my chest, holding myself together, you will never find me wishing i hadn't done it. if i am sticking my fingers in my sides to staunch the bleeding, limping down gravel roads, barefoot and wild-eyed, you will only see me grimace and smile. tell you it was a hell of a ride. tell you when that car collided with my kneecaps, i tasted heaven in the wind yanked from my lungs.
and you won't ever find me lamenting jumping into the fire.
if i am smoldering and smoking, licking charcoal-lips and spitting out ash, you will never once hear me whispering it would have been better if i hadn't. if i am beating out my own flames, stitching my own sides up, holding my own hand, you will only watch me grit my teeth and laugh. tell you that it was like having my bones dance. tell you that when the fire licked around my torso, i knew what it meant to be alive.
because i know, someday i'm going to find someone
if i had the words.you should know, i've never struggled for words before.if i had the words. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i've spent my life welding and mixing them, chopping the corners up to make them be whatever i wanted them to be. but when it comes to you, i always manage to fall short, reduced to hallmark cards and hollow sayings that are trying to be something they will never be. cheap words puffing up their chests and trying to be something grand and sublime. attempting to wear a plastic crown and order the ocean into submission.
so this isn't easy, i'm not weaving words out of thin air.
instead, i'm wrenching them from between my teeth and exposing them to their inaugural sunlight. i'm cracking open my heart and spilling it out, rearranging it into something coherent so that you might understand. so bear with me.
bear with me when i say that my heart is whole today because you have always been patient enough for midnight surgeries. my spine is straight because you were always there for me to lean on. my pride is unwounded because you were ne
Hetalia-Eleven-Not So Naive I sighed as I watched my brother, Eduard, talk sheepishly to one of the new 'family members', as Mister Ivan liked to call them. This one was albino, he had silver-blonde hair(though it looked more silver than anything else), ruby colored eyes, skin white as snow(I wonder why nobody's made a pun of Snow White towards him. Probably because they'd get punched, he's known to be rather violent, says Mister Ivan) and his attitude was rude and sarcastic. Wondrous. I hadn't met the other, Mister Ivan said her name was Elizaveta and that she was just as violent as the albino, but seemed depressed because she was separated from her husband, Roderick, I think his name was.Hetalia-Eleven-Not So Naive in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something about the albino seemed familiar. Wait a minute... That was Gilbert!
Slowly and timidly I walked over, quivering in fear. Gilbert looked at me and seemed to smile a bit, he did seem to have a soft spot for children. But I was fifteen... Oh well I guess. He may be
Snow And Ice-RuPru-1 I know there's something there. I know he has some very small, slight kindness in him that was almost destroyed from all the crap he's endured. I sighed and walked down the hallway with my eyes closed. Not much of a reason to open them when after two years you already know the layout of the Soviet mansi--Snow And Ice-RuPru-1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
I fell back upon running into something cold--no, someone cold. I felt snow pelted on a scarf. I knew it was him. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes. Something was wrong, from the menacing purple aura that had suddenly appeared to the fact he wasn't smiling. Ivan was always smiling. I gulped nervously and stood up shakily. Sure, I may be awesome as Hell, but I'm weak right now, ticking off the Russian could mean certain death. "I-Is something wrong?" No. Don't stutter again. Don't let him know you really wish you were hiding in a hole like the Baltic nations. He growled out. "Yekatrinka." Yekatrinka...What was that one again...Oh! His not
...Right?-RuPru-AU...? Ivan smiled and hugged Toris to his chest, petting his hair gently. Gilbert narrowed his eyes away as they softened in sadness. He couldn't stand to watch that scene and display of pure adoration Ivan bestowed upon the Lithuanian. Why couldn't the Russian understand that Toris wasn't faithful? Why couldn't the Russian understand how much more willing Gilbert himself would be to receive such affections? Gilbert sighed as that thought hit him. Ivan would never accept such affections from Gilbert, and it was obvious. Gilbert shrugged Eduard off as he attempted cheering the pouting albino. Gilbert would be fine, he just wanted to be alone right now. Gilbert stood up and left the room, heading towards his room. His eyes were not watering, they couldn't be. He didn't care about Ivan enough to cry over him. He just didn't....Right?-RuPru-AU...? in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eduard knew how Gilbert felt, Eduard sighed as he remember Berwald holding a more than willing Tino's
Lovesick Melody-RuPru-AU Gilbert came home in a foul mood. He was cussing in English and in German. Ludwig frowned. "I thought you were out with Ivan."Lovesick Melody-RuPru-AU in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Not anymore!" The albino hissed out bitterly, walking upstairs and slamming the door to his bedroom. Ludwig sighed and weighed his options.
Option one: He could go off to visit Feliciano and leave his brother alone to sulk and possibly ruin the house in a rage, or;
Option two: He goes upstairs, basically kicks down his most-likely-locked-brother's door, goes into his brother's bedroom and demands what has him sulking like somebody who just broke up with someone they really loved.
Ludwig realized something.
If Ivan even thought about...
Before Ludwig even had time to think he was picking the lock to his brother's door. Finally the lock clicked. Ludwig opened the door and walked inside, frowning at the sig
Hetalia-Nine-Rare It was rare to see him smiling, Antonio contemplated as he watched Lovino. It was very rare to see the Italian smiling. He was usually broody, moody and cranky, unlike his brother, Feliciano.Hetalia-Nine-Rare in Fan Fiction More Like This
Antonio then saw Ivan, yes, Ivan, watching Gilbert with a childish grin. The albino had learned how to ice skate it appeared, revealing the albino had a surprisingly graceful side. Antonio smiled and looked back to Lovino whom was tending to his tomato garden, a very rare, small and tender smile on his face, barely visible, but it was still a smile. Antonio felt his everlasting grin grow wider, as he sat next to Ivan. It was odd, it was the perfect time to grow tomatoes, yet there was enough ice in the ice rink for ice skating.
And as the two men sitting next to each other watched their lovers, both had different thoughts.
Lovi looks so cute when he's happy~
Gilbert is so beautiful when calm~
Maybe...-RuPru- Many a time I have wondered, why do I put up with this man? He has hurt me so severely to the point I can barely walk or talk and whenever he seems to be showing affections it's after I've been hurt and have become distrusting again and then I have to push him away, only to be hurt and broken down into submission again. Many a time I have wondered, when I've seen him smile sweetly and no longer seem cruel, How can he change from dark to loving in a matter of seconds? Of course it could be the vodka he so loves, but if it was really that would he bother hurting me when sober as well? He has grabbed me from my only close family member and forced me to submit to him, to no longer grin or smirk. The only smile I have left is a bundle of broken nerves no one, not even myself, dares to see through.Maybe...-RuPru- in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course when his purple eyes have looked me over and seemed rather gentle and caring, he'd change and hurt me severely if I took one step opposi
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Feliks and I were very close, so close it brought some to disgust. He was always nice and pretty and cute and sweet, most of the time he was always like that. I'm not making sense am I? Oh well.
He didn't like Gilbert much, but that's fine, because I don't like him much either. And neither did Eduard. As a matter of fact, not many people liked him. Only Alfred, Raivis, Ludwig, Ivan, Antonio, Francis and possibly Elizaveta liked him in someway.
Aside from all of that, Feliks was in a skirt again, and a button up white shirt. That happened to be fit for a female stature. Which surprisingly, he works off perfectly.
"So, like, Liet! How do I look?~" He grinned happily, making me blush.
"B-beautiful." I stuttered out. Is this how Ivan feels time to time? Oh well, I watched as he walked towards me and kissed my lips.
Immediately, by reflex, I kissed back, wrapped my arms aro
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"Vhere vill you live, da!?" He demanded from his baby sister, she was trying to run away. Seems she had enough of being feared and rejected.
"VITH AMERICA!" She yelled, her accent for once existent. Ever since she had to live with Alfred her accent had left, only coming in when she was severely upset.
The Russian became silent, his eyes shocked at what he had just heard, and it seemed his sister was blushing, only a bit though.
"V-Vhat?" He asked, trying to make sure he had heard his baby sister correctly.
"YOU HEARD ME!" She screeched again, clawing and kicking at him once again. This time he put her down, too shocked to continue carrying her back to the Soviet House.
Taking her chances she advanced and ran off again, running as fast as she could to
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Francis Bonnefoy stood on the stand.
"This is a song for my friend Prussia~" It should've been a warning than an announcement.
Gilbert sighed, wondering what his wine loving friend would come up with.
"Bonjour chers enfants! Comment allez-vous tous?
J'espère bien ~ I've been good moi-même.
J'espère que les arguments sont trop horribles pour ma chérie Prusse avec son frère
L'Allemagne ne pas être trop sévère avec ton grand frère
Il est intelligent et sage en dépit de la façon dont il agit
Sans parler de belle ~
S'il savait ce que je chantais ma langue
Il aurait ma tête sur une pique ~" When the song was over Roderich stopped playing the piano and Francis sat next to Gilbert who was confused as to what he sang.
A man with blond hair and curl laughed, for he knew what the Frenchman had said. Oh, if Gilbert ever found out Francis was dead.
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"Oh, should I blink?"
For once, Gilbert was thankful he was observant and lived with Elizaveta, he knew how to use a frying pan.
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You walk up to the middle of the cafeteria to take your turn. You place your hand into the large box and begin looking for an item. Almost immediately strange sounds come from the box, sounds that almost sound like someone talking, but in a robotic voice. You find the source and pull it from the box. It's a small robot, wearing a baret. "Please tell me this isn't what I think it is."
Komui half dances up to you and takes the robot from your hands, holding it high above his head. "It's a Sir Komlin mini. I thought if he was small and fragile like this maybe you all wouldn't be so mean to him." He snuggled the robot affectionately.
"Komui, your robots like to kill people, just think of poor Allen. That's why we're mean to them." Lavi shrugged. "Anyway, your item was picked, so let's get you two into the closet."
"Fine, but I'm bringing Sir Komlin with me. I don't trust you all not to destroy him during the seven minutes I'm in there." Komui clung tight
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You walked up to the center of the cafeteria where Lavi was holding out the box for you. You placed your hand inside and began the all important search. Something hard and cold got your attention, you were pretty sure you knew what it was. After lifting the item up, your suspicions were confirmed. It was a bottle, containing wine. Somehow you already knew who it belonged to. "General Cross, this wouldn't be yours now would it?"
Cross looked up at you and smiled. "Yes, yes it is. I thought I'd putt something in there we could use." He stood up from the couch, flicking his half smocked cigarette on Allen and walked over to you. "Ready?" Cross threw an arm over your shoulder and continued walking towards the closet.
"Um, General Cross, not to be rude or anything, but try not to get too crazy in there okay? You only have seven minutes, and I'd rather not open up the door to you both naked." Lavi let out a nervous laugh. Cross just glared at Lavi as he walked you into the closet. "
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Lavi was walking around the room letting everyone pick a straw from his hand. “I didn't know how else to choose without seeming bias." He stood in front of everyone, all the straws passed out. "So, who has the shortest straw?”
You looked down at the little snippet of a straw you held in your hand. “I'm pretty sure I do.”
He nodded. “I agree. Come on up here, we'll get you started.” As you walked up to the center of the room, Lavi readied the box for you. “Good luck.”
“I probably need it.” You placed your hand inside and started your search. It didn't take you long to find something interesting. It was soft, with strange shapes, delicate, yet strong at the same time. Finally giving up on guessing what it was you lifted the object from the bucket. “A tease?” You dropped the tease, stepping back from it in horror.
“Calm down.” Tyki stepped from a dark corner of the cafeteria and slowly made his wa
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“Quite a mission wasn't it?” Cross swung open the creaky door to his bedroom and let you inside. “The rain didn't make it any better.” He made a beeline for his fireplace and got to work on starting a fire. Your clothes, as well as his, were soaked all the way through, and you wanted nothing more than to hurry and strip out of them and to get into a nice hot bath. Cross wouldn't let you leave him however until he'd had a chance to examine a tiny cut you'd gotten on your upper arm while fighting. The fire now started, he stood to his feet and wiped off his hands. “There we go, that should get the nasty chill out of the air. Now, let me see your arm.”
“I don't really see why this is a big deal, it's nothing more than a scratch. It doesn't even hurt that much.” You lifted up your sleeve and revealed the “scratch”. It was inflamed, red, slimy, and smelled strange. “W-what happened? It
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“It's been a while since we let the men have a go at this little game of mine hasn't it?” Grell strutted around the room and stopped at you. “You're a handsome young man now aren't you? Why don't you come up here and play hmm?” He grabbed hold of your hands and pulled you up to the center of the great room. After quickly spinning around to grab his blood red purse, he held it out for you. “Here you are my darling, I do so hope you find something of interest inside.”
Unsure exactly how to react to Grell, you remained quiet and began feeling around the purse for an item. Something wrapped around your pointer finger. Figuring that object was as good as any, you lifted it up. It was a bright pink, sparkly, jeweled ribbon. “Eh, and this belongs to?”
“Me of course. But you weren't supposed to pick my item. Ciel was.” Lizzy gave you a little pout, but walked up to you anyway. “I'll still play w
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Following Lavi's instruction you walked to the middle of the cafeteria and placed your hand inside the large box in which all the items were placed. You rummaged around looking for something that interested you. After a moment something cold and metallic hit your fingers. After lifting it up, you can see it's a thick chained necklace.
"Hey, that's mine." Lavi took the necklace from your hand excitedly and waved it around. "Someone else take over the game, I'm taking this lovely lady into the closet with me." He wiggled his eyebrows at you and took your hand in his, leading you towards the closet."It's about time I got picked. I was starting to worry I wouldn't get my chance." He found you both somewhere to sit and wrapped and arm around you.
"I'll time you two for seven minutes, and Lavi, you had better keep your hands to yourself." Book man glared at Lavi until the door was completely shut.
"Man that old panda can be creepy sometimes. But anyway, I w
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Yuffie dances up to the middle of the room holding a large hat. "Guess what? It's your turn to pick an item." She grins wide and holds the hat out for you. "Good luck, I hope you get someone good."
You walk up to where Yuffie's standing and begin digging around in the hat for an item. A very odd shaped item gets your attention. You lift it from the hat. "Oh, goggles." You look over at Reno. "I didn't even notice you weren't wearing them." You placed his goggles on your head and grinned.
"I feel sorry for you." Yuffie let out an exaggerated sigh. "Reno's no fun, Vincent would have been much better. But rules are rules, now you're stuck with Reno." She grabbed you and Reno's hands and dragged you both to the closet. "Okay, seven minutes. Have fun!' She shoved you both in and slammed the door shut.
"What does she mean, "Vincent would have been better"? He would have just sat in here and stared at the wall. That guy's like talking to a rock half the time you know?" Reno slammed h
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The moment he'd returned from the closet, Lavi called you up to the center of the cafeteria to take your turn. "Hey, it's your turn to pick an item. Choose well, your fate depends on it."
With a nod, you walked up to where Lavi's standing and reached into the box. After a moment or two of trying and failing to identify items, you gave up and just grabbed the neared thing to your hand. It was a chocolate coated candy bar. Your eyes widened the moment you saw it. "I don't know who this belonged to before, but it belongs to me now."
"You can keep it. I have a stash of them in my room for when I get hungry." Standing to his feet, Allen scratched the back of his head and offered you a nervous smile. "Which is quite a lot actually."
"No kidding man, I have no idea how you stay so thin." Lavi laughed. "Anyway, lets get you two into the closet." The three of you walked off to the closet. Allen helped you onto the messy floor and sat close by. "See you guys in
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“What in the world? What just happened?” Your entire bedroom had just gone completely black. You managed to feel your way to the door that lead you to the hallway, everything there was dark too. “This is weird.” With no light you really didn't want to go far, the orders layout was tricky enough with the lights on. You placed your hand on the wall and felt your way until you saw a feint light. “Hey, who has the light?”
“I do, I'll be right over.” Though you couldn't see him, you easily recognized the voice to be Allen's. “You okay? You didn't stub your toe or something did you? I hate when I do that.”
“No, I'm okay, I just left my room actually.” You were actually surprised at just how quickly he'd gotten to you.
“Oh, well good then. Everyone's meeting up in the cafeteria until Reever can figure out why the power went out. Follow me.” Allen took your hand and led you by
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“Hurry up now, you're going to be our next player." With a wave of his hand, Grell called you to the middle of the great room so you could take your turn. Smiling wide, he held out his bright red purse for you so that you could pick your item. "Good luck." He winked as you placed your hand inside.
“Thank you.” You felt around for a moment until something very soft brushed against your fingers. Choosing that item, you lifted it from the purse, revealing it to be a pure, white feather. "This is really pretty, but I have no idea who it belongs to."
"That belongs to me. But you may keep it if you would like. I have no need for it anymore." Ashe moved from the corner of the room and walked over to you. He seemed uninterested in you and the idea of the game. You also noticed that Sebastian was glaring at him. "What's the matter, Sebastian, afraid I'll hurt your friend?" He grinned and took your hand. "I suppose you'll just have to trust me." Ashe