Helsa - DistractionsHelsa - Distractions in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was nighttime in the kingdom of Arendelle, and Snow Queen Elsa was once again up late. Her sister, Anna, was away with Kristoff on an ice harvesting trip. The young queen often envied her sister's freedom, but her rising workload kept her focused on the task at hand. After signing her fifth treaty, the queen's blue-eyed gaze wandered off again. Her eyes darted for the door as the nob began to turn. Her heart raced at the thought of who it was. Sure enough, it was Hans, prince of the Southern Isles. He had been visiting on a diplomatic mission.
He smirked while leaning into the room."A little late for work, isn't it?"
Elsa huffed while shaking her head. "It's not that late."
"It's one.", chuckled Hans. "Don't you ever take a break?"
The icy blonde pointed at herself and stared him down. "Queen. Remember?"
She returned to her paperwork as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Right riiiiight.", he joked. The prince sat on the couch adjacent from her desk and tugged at his glove
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 12Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 12 Swirling Storms
"That old bastard was always searching for help.", growled Vita. "I'm so glad your parents denied him the alliance."
Marina mounted her horse, "Come on, you two. We're heading out. I want that fort found before nightfall."
Vita and I rode double and chased after her. We had to tie bandanas around our mouthes to keep out the kicked up sand. As the sand clusters grew thicker, I yelled to Vita. "Wow, Mama's horse has some powerful legs!"
"That's not Ruby!", hollered Marina. I looked over my shoulder to see an entire sandstorm brewing over the cliffs. It engulfed the land like a swarm of locusts on a cornfield.
"It's quite beautiful, actually.", though Vita.
"I agree, if it wasn't heading straight for us!"
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 26Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 26 The Battle of Arendelle
Vita and I rested in silence, holding each other close in the dark of the night. Once again, we found each other unable to sleep. Vita softly ran her fingers across my bare chest. I dipped my head and kissed her cheek, whispering the words, "I love you."
The young gypsy tilted her head up and whispered back, "I love you too." She placed a gentle, yet tender kiss on my lips. "It'll be daybreak soon."
"I know," I sighed. "And the seas will be swarming with warships."
"Sideburns..." thought Vita. "Do you really believe we can win this battle?"
I looked into her eyes and affirmed, "Yes."
"I do too," she smirked and took my hand. "You know...I'm really glad I didn't shoot you in the face when we first met."
"You have such a romantic
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 15Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 15 The Painful Truth
We rode violently across the desert sands, passing through gulches and canyons and rushing to reach the settlement in time. "This is impossible!", exclaimed Vita. "We had routed their forces. How could Weselton have mustered a force around us so quickly?"
"Now is not the time, Vita!", replied Marina. "Right now we need to focus on warning our family." I cringed at her sharp words.
I cringed at Father's sharp words. "What part of no do you not understand?!"
The Duke of Weselton quivered at my father's scolding, "I just figured....that maybe with some time you'd change your mind."
Father grit his teeth and glared at the duke. His eyes had dark circles around them caused by months of sleepless nights. He clenched the arms of his throne and growled, "Now you listen to me, duke. I
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 27Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 27 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 27 Company Valor
Captain Elias took Elsa to the caves so she could be tended to by servants. Meanwhile, Anna, Kristoff and I sprinted alongside infantrymen. We had made our way to the wall just as the battle began. The navy blue battalions of Weselton mixed with the black uniforms of the Southern Isles as they charged the wall. Lines of gypsies aimed their muskets down at the invading forces. "Fire!" exclaimed Mama as they unleashed a volley. The invaders returned a volley, striking multiple gypsies and sending them tumbling over the back of the wall. Hooks and ladders swung across the wall as I ran up searching for Vita. A soldier lunged at me, only to meet his end by my flintlock.
The wall descended into madness. The war gypsies and I fought off the climbing troops while Arendelle's infantry provided cover. I caught a glimpse of Eduardo dashing over to
Royal Road Trip II - Chapter: 2Royal Road Trip II - Chapter: 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 2 The Prince of Arendelle
Kristoff rode Sven as fast as he could and made for the Valley of the Living Rock. He came to a screeching halt and leapt off of his reindeer. "Everyone!" he hollered. "Wake up! Wake up!" At the sound of his voice, an entire horde of rocks came tumbling and rolling towards him. The enchanted rocks surrounded Kristoff and Sven before revealing themselves to be trolls. Amidst all of the eager trolls was the oldest of them all. The king hobbled forward with a grin, "Grand Pabbie!" rejoiced Kristoff before hugging him.
"Kristoff," he chuckled. "I've never seen you this excited before! I take it the baby was born?"
The mountain man nodded as if his head was about to fall off. Another troll stepped forward. She was Bulda, Kristoff's adoptive mother. "Well tell us, Kristoff! Was it a boy or a gi
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 11Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 11 Love and Wine
The two of us sat and peered across the dancefloor. "You ready for this?", asked Liam.
"No.", I gulped while adjusting the gold buttons on my white uniform.
"If you say so.", shrugged my brother. "More for me!" He stood excitedly and made his way over to an assortment of foreign princesses.
I took a deep breath, telling myself, "Come on, Hans. They're just girls. You've practiced dancing plenty of times with Mother. While you may not have those knockout sideburns, you can certainly win them over with your charming personality. Now get in there!" I puffed out my chest. "Alright, here goes nothing."
I made my way to the buffet and spotted a woman eyeing me. She winked and blew me a kiss. I'd have definitely gone for her...had she not been my sixty-four-year-old servant. "How's abou
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 1Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 1 Whiteout
It's crazy how fast your entire life can flash before your eyes. Years of pain become intense moments, each darting throughout your mind like a slow-working poison. Amidst it all, you can't help but ask yourself, "Was it worth it?....What did I contribute?...Am I a hero....or just another power-hungry fool trying to make his way in the world?"
"I would never shut you out..."
"You can't marry a man you've just met."
"You can if it's true love!"
"Never shut you out..."
"I leave Prince Hans in charge."
"Queen Elsa! Don't be the monster they fear you are!"
"You have to tell them to let me go!"
"I will do what I can."
"Never, shut you out..."
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 5Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 5 A Spark of Insurgency
Vita wasn't afraid to speak her mind. She glared at me and muttered, "I've got my eye on you."
"VITA!", scolded Marina. "Get over here."
"Yessss Mama.", she huffed before speeding up to her.
"So while you ventured after me, who stayed to watch over the others?", asked Marina.
Her daughter smiled, "Bo, of course. You know how much he loves all that management nonsense."
"Ahhh Bo...Bless his heart.", sighed Marina. "We'd best get a move on. This forest will be teeming with Weselton soldiers by sundown. Onas!"
The huge man that I'd seen bash a soldier's face in appeared. This bearded brawler had biceps bigger than my head. He saluted Marina, "Yes, Mama?"
"Let's move out."
Onas nodded and whis
Trailblaze II - Chapter 3Trailblaze II - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 3 Adrift and Astray
Lighting flashed across the blackened sky as both longboats swayed left and right. Regardless of how strong the crew tugged at their oars, the longboats were at the mercy of the sea. Ferocious waves crashed against the vessels as everyone held on tight.
"Brace!" ordered Alek as he crouched down.
A pulsing wave nearly sent a man overboard, but Tomas grabbed him by the collar, "Gotcha!"
Ben shut his eyes and covered his ears from the boom of thunder, "Oh how I wish this was all just a bad dream! I want to wake up now!"
Zi placed an arm around him. "We're going to be alright, Benji. You must be strong!"
Tomas grabbed hold of an elongated tarp and threw it across the boat. He tied it down to protect everyone from the storm and braced for impact. Tomas peered
.:Lampy i Butelki:.WstepProlog.:Lampy i Butelki:.Wstep in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dawno, dawno temu, tak dawno, że żaden człowiek już nie pamięta, rasa ludzka pokłóciła się z innymi rasami. Ludzie rozbudowywali swój świat, nie patrząc na potrzeby innych. Jako najbardziej samolubna ze wszystkich ras, chciała mieć Ziemię tylko dla siebie. Zaczęły się wojny i prześladowania, podczas których ucierpiały obie strony.
Jednakże On zlitował się nad prześladowanymi i stworzył im nowy świat. Nie chcąc, by świat ten przypominał im kulę ziemską, na której doświadczyli tyle cierpienia, On stworzył Świat Trójkąta; świat wewnątrz kuli.
Karawana brnęła przez pustynię już od dawna. Kiedy palące słońce świeci ci prosto w twarz wcale nie tak łatwo poruszać się naprzód. Ich grupa liczyła ok
.:16 Elementow:.1bRozdział 1b.:16 Elementow:.1b in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Na pytanie „Kim właściwie jesteś?” odpowiadał z dumą „Wolpirem!”. To jego brat wymyślił tą nazwę i był mu za do wdzięczny.
Kiedy Reijo był młodszy, nie miał tyle szczęścia, co Tanel. Dzieciaki z ulicy pokazywały go sobie palcami i wyśmiewały, dorośli zresztą nie byli lepsi. Ich rodzice stworzyli im ciepły i bezpieczny dom, ale za jego murami czekał na nich nieprzyjaźnie nastawiony świat. Reijo dużo się namęczył, zanim udało mu się znaleźć rozwiązanie: udawać, że jest groźny i dumny. Gdyby okazał strach, albo niechęć do prześladowców, to nigdy by się to nie skończyło. Musiał im pokazać, kto tu rządzi. Wymyślił więc słowo wolpir. I od tej pory zawsze chodził z podnies
Smok w Phoenix:.5Rozdział 5Smok w Phoenix:.5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Biegli razem, przez uliczki miasta. Zanim Fella zdążył spytać dokąd tak biegną, Charlie szybko skręciła i wpadła do jakiegoś sklepu.
-Dzień dobry, pani Winson! – zawołała dziewczyna, po czym przewinęła się przez regały sklepu i razem z Fellą wpadli do ubikacji. Dziwne miejsce na ukrycie się, pomyślał Fella.
-Schowaj ten ogon lepiej, bez przerwy ci wystaje zza tej głupiej peleryny! Masz go schować! Najlepiej w spodnie, albo coś takiego. A tak w ogóle, to nie wiem, gdzie mam cię dalej zaprowadzić! – dodała z rozpaczą w głosie.
Fella po raz kolejny poprawił płaszcz.
-Próbowałaś kiedyś wsadzić ogon do spodni? Musisz wiedzieć, że nie jest to zbyt przyjemne uczucie. Zresztą jest za długi, wystawałby z nogawki i dziwnie by na mnie patrzyli. Zresztą
Dzienniki McCooka:.WstepWstępDzienniki McCooka:.Wstep in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Szach i mat! oświadczyła Laura Houn, wielce z siebie zadowolona, przesuwając pionek w odpowiednie miejsce.
-O, nie... westchnęła służąca Hounów, Nora Lloyd, na siłę robiąc minę przegranej.
Laura z bohaterską miną schowała szachy pod łóżko, podczas gdy Nora wróciła do kuchni, pozmywać. Nic w tym domu nie sprawiało jej przyjemności, ale taką miała pracę, i dostawała za to pieniądze. Pracowała dla tej rodziny już jakieś dobre sto dwadzieścia lat. Laura natomiast była bardzo młodym wilkołakiem. W tym roku kończyła dwadzieścia pięć lat osiągała więc pełnoletniość. Nie mogła się już doczekać swoich urodzin. Tym bardziej, że urodziła się w dzień Bożego Narodzenia
Sparrow:.Roz 9Rozdział 9 Wilkołak i wampirSparrow:.Roz 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Co robimy teraz, szefowo?
-Nie dobijemy ich?
-Nie. Będziemy ich śledzić. Doprowadzą nas do eksperymentu. Wtedy ich dobijemy.
-Ilu potrzeba, żeby znaleźć jeden, marny, nieudany eksperyment?
Uśmiechnęli się krwiożerczo, ściskając za broń.
Kiedy Rigby i Blanche wrócili do domu, upojeni pizzą i malutką polaną, którą znaleźli, o mały włos, a nie dostrzegliby Mordecaia, stojącego przy ścianie, gapiącego się na malutkie pęknięcie w farbie.
-Co się stało? spytał Rigby zaskoczony.
Blanche była akurat człowiekiem. Wymieniła spojrzenia z Rigbym, po czym opierając się o kule doskoczyła do Mordecaia.
-No i? spytała kładąc mu rękę
Smok w Phoenix:.2Rozdział 2Smok w Phoenix:.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
W Trójkącie nie było gazet ani mediów. Nie były potrzebne. Plotki roznosiły się same i to dosyć szybko. Te wyjątkowo wymyślne plotki również.
Jakiś czas temu Brian Lawson, Cosmo Wells, Cody McCook i Duncan Robinson spotkali się, by wspólnie, pośród osobistych kłótni i sporów dojść do jako takiego porozumienia. Postanowiono założyć pierwszą, legalną Kolonię na Powierzchni. Pierwsza miejscowość na „Górze”, niezamieszkana przez ludzi. Nie dla każdego rzecz jasna, trzeba było ustalić pewne priorytety. Zatrudniono nowych podwładnych do zajmowania się usuwaniem pamięci ludzkiej (wynalazek Tomaltacha Blacka stał się nagle bardzo popularny). Wybrano jedną z największych dziur, nieodwiedzanych przez ludzi. Rozstawiono straże i improwizowane mury. Zapewnio
Sparrow:.Roz 15Rozdział 15 Oh, dzieci...Sparrow:.Roz 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-A wiecie, dlaczego na nas nie napadli, gdy byliśmy w Trójkącie? spytał Adalbert idąc poboczem. Bo tylko tacy kretyni jak my pokazywali by się znów w Trójkącie. Nie mieli pojęcia, że jesteśmy na tyle głupi, żeby tam wracać, teraz, gdy jesteśmy ścigani. Ale opłaciło się. Jesteśmy w USA, daleko przed nimi.
-Tia. Poczekajcie moment, zatrzymam jakiś wóz. Aindreas wszedł na jezdnię.
-Zatrzymaj jakiś fajny. poprosił Seoirse. Wypasiony.
-Blanche zaproponowała mi wyjazd pod namiot. rzekł Benson, rankiem, na zbiórce. Tak po prostu, żeby zrobić sobie krótkie wakacje od pracy.
-Mówię ci, Bennie. Potrzebujesz tego. Blanche pokiwała głową, siedząc na schodach, pomiędzy Mordecaiem i Rigbym.
-Tak, wiem, już
Sparrow:.Roz 16Rozdział 16 - RadioSparrow:.Roz 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blanche stała za plecami Rigby'ego, gdy oboje ujrzeli Mordecaia i Bensona idących ku nim. Blanche pomachała mu. Komu? No właśnie. Trudno było rozszyfrować, czy uśmiecha się słodko do Bensona, czy do Mordecaia.
-Rigby. Musimy pogadać. oświadczył Mord, gdy podeszli bliżej.
-Jasne. szop kiwnął głową.
-Blanche... Możesz zostać w namiocie... Benson zmieszał się i delikatnie zaprowadził ją do środka, po czym razem z Mordecaiem i Rigbym oddalił się między drzewa.
Przez moment panowała cisza.
-Ukradliście mi dziewczynę i zrobiliście jej pranie mózgu! świadczył w końcu Benson, natychmiast robiąc się cały czerwony.
-Akurat! prychnął Mordecai.
-Daj spokój, stary! dodał Rigby.
.:16 Elementow:.1dRozdział 1d.:16 Elementow:.1d in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nie była osobą, której można było w kaszę dmuchać – rozpoznałaby kłamcę na kilometr, żadne przekręty nie wchodziły w grę. A Bernard aż cuchnął krętactwem. Było coś dziwnego w sposobie, w jaki się poruszał i mówił. Tak jakby z nie był szczery z natury. Kiedy szli do zachodniej stajni, wzięła Gizellę na bok – McCook poprosiła Noxara, by popchał trochę wózek Kasandry.
-Jesteś pewna, że chcesz spędzać z nim wakacje? – syknęła Octavia, wskazując na wampira.
-Z Berniem? Oczywiście. To mu dobrze zrobi. Każdy zasługuje na drugą szansę.
-Ale z tego co słyszałam, on już wykorzystał wszystkie. I było ich więcej niż dwie, słodziutka.
-Ale spójrz tylko na niego. To jeszcze dziecko. Musi si
.:16 Elementow:.1aRozdział 1a.:16 Elementow:.1a in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miał na imię Bernard White, skończył czternaście lat, był wampirem i często się drapał. Po ramionach, plecach, głowie. Swędziało go bardzo często, ale drapanie nie przynosiło mu ulgi – nie wiedział nawet, od którego miejsca na swoim ciele najlepiej zacząć. W dodatku miał tą ciągłą świadomość, że coś w nim siedzi, ale nie umiał opisać co konkretnie.
Zaczęło się zaraz po narodzinach. Darł się w niebogłosy, bo bardzo go swędziało. Chcąc dać upust swojej złości i bezsilności, po prostu... ugryzł pielęgniarkę. A wpił się bardzo głęboko. Nie było w tym nic dziwnego, bo wampiry rodzą się z małymi kłami, ale, jak później stwierdziła poszkodowana, to ugryzienie było t
DeceptiveDeceptive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:The Pirate Solstice in Free Verse More Like This
There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.
The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.
The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and solemnly,
Carrying huge rucksacks upon their backs.
One by one, they dispersed throughout the town,
They went from house to house, distributing food,
Gifts and other things of the like.
For the first time in a long while,
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
Children actually giggled and smiled,
While adults breathed a sighs of relief and ea
Practice Poem - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:Practice Poem - D and D Tongue Twister in Free Verse More Like This
So here, sit down, get down;
Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.
Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,
Everyone in the house just sit and roll;
Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead Monk
Yeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.
Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,
You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.
Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,
Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,
When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,
Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.
Eight dee six damage added through and through,
'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.
Got loot poppin' outta my character sheet;
Don't wanna get it stained with my milk and wheat...
So I sit in a tavern restin' up,
While the DM fills his restin' gut.
And his mom comes in the f'in room,
"Hey why didja enter mah lair of doom!"
"Do you want me to bring some pizza rolls?"
"Goddamit Mom I'm the Evil Grole!"
"But do you want some of those f'in pizza rolls?"
"Yeah I'll have some mom ju
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
You've suffered enough...My dearest child, do not weep, for I am here to wipe your tears away. Come, let us be free of these blankets; let us walk from these dim halls.You've suffered enough... in Emotional More Like This
There lies what once was your body, fevered and eaten by disease. Your lips are cracked and bleeding, your arms are both thin and sallow. Do not fear them now, for they are long passed.
Come away now, for we must say your final goodbyes. Here to the mother and father that came to your bedside each day. Here to the brother, who shall honour your name. Do not be jealous of them, my dearest child. For you are simply moving ahead; you have not fallen behind.
“But why, why does it hurt so much?”
Why? Because the memories are still carried within you. Your attachments are still strong in this world. That which you didn’t achieve, that which you haven’t done. All of it is carried as chains upon your body and they will stop you from
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r
The Sea of DeathThe Sea of Death:The Sea of Death in Free Verse More Like This
We weathered the dreaded maelstrom,
As the sea displayed her rage.
She danced like a fevered puppet,
Upon her deadly stage...
Within her swirling currents,
My men were cast aside.
Drawn into her hungry maw,
It was then and there they died.
Never had I seen such a thing,
It spoke of darkness before my eyes,
A serpent rose from the watery depths,
As lightning boiled from the skies.
It's screaming call was as a banshee's wail,
It stole the life from our shrieking lips,
Like the chilling touch of death itself,
We fell like slaves before the whips...
Darkness came and darkness went,
My eyes opened to the morning light.
I found myself on a lonely island,
Without a single man in sight...
"I think the worse part be that the rum was gone..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd January 2012
Assassin!FrancexReader part 2Assassin!FrancexReaderAssassin!FrancexReader part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
How could a man that sexy be so terrifying? And why was that your first thought after he told you his name?
Francis smirked, his face still only inches from yours.
"Are you going to kill me?" You were blushing.
His smirk grew more pronounced. "It depends, why did you cover up for me?"
You really wished that he would back up. As if he knew what you were thinking he leaned even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. You shuddered slightly.
"You're hiding something from me. If you get locked up, how will I find out what it is?"
He pulled away, staring down at you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
"If I tell you, will you 'ide me?"
"Hide you? Like from the cops?!" He rolled his eyes, snorting. "No 'ide me from ze Old Lady Brigade."
You scowled, "Deal."
"Let's go zen." Grabbing you arm, he began dragging you away from the alleyway.
"Wait! Aren't you going to tell me what I wa
AlliesxYurei!Reader 3AlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader 3 in General Fiction More Like This
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
-----Arthur's Point of view-----
I ran, a shot whizzing over my head.
Damn these frickin' paintings!!! I lept and spiraled over canvases. Shots flew over my head.
How many shots did she have? Why didn't she have to stop to reload?
Whatever. First order of business, Survive.
As I ran, I picked up canvases and through them behind me. She shot them out of the air.
(At least I think it was paint.)
"YOU CAN RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN." She cackled, her feet slapping across the ceiling, "BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!"
Something hot grazed my shoulder.
"Little birdie." Her voice cooed in my ear. I flinched, swinging wildly with m
NekotaliaxReader IntroNekotaliaxReaderNekotaliaxReader Intro in General Fiction More Like This
Ever had one of those days when you think it can't worse and then it does? That was the kind of day you were having.
First you woke up late for work. The ONLY time you were late to work. And what does your boss do? He fired you. To make matters worse your A-hole boyfriend was a total jack-ass about it when you had called him up crying. AND the parking meter had run out and now you had a 50 dollar fine. And to top it all of your gold fish had died.
You tapped the steering wheel of your car in annoyance. It was taking forever for the stupid light to change. You leaned your head back and sighed.
A sign across the street caught your attention. You squinted, not quite able to believe what it said. "Hetalia Cat Emporium." You stared, what a weird name for a shop.
A honk from behind startled you. Giving the guy the finger, you made a sharp turn and pulled into the parking lot.
A cat just might be the t
SwedenxReaderxFinlandSwedenxReaderxFinlandSwedenxReaderxFinland in General Fiction More Like This
It was a plushie of Hanatamago. You stared down at it, a goofy grin on your face. It was too cute!!! Strange that someone would send this to you, almost like they knew that Sweden and Finland were your favorite characters.
It looked exactly like Hanatamago did in the anime, a white puffball with glittering black eyes.
But it was strangely warm, like it was alive.
Geez, talk about having a Stephen King imagination. Next thing you be thinking is that it would come alive at night and eat you.
You tossed it onto the bed, wanting to look through the packaging for a note.
You tried to toss it onto the bed. But it wouldn't budge, because it was stuck on your hand.
You shook your hand furiously, trying to dislodge the toy.
It was growing up your arm. The small toy swelled, engulfing your entire right arm up to the shoulder.
Well shit, you couldn't cut your arm off (And didn't want to) So now
AlliesxYurei!Reader FinalAlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader Final in General Fiction More Like This
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
That's right. You had summoned a demon. But not just any old demon.
Although you wouldn't admit it, (and there were very few stupid enough to point it out)
You knew you weren't the most powerful thing that slinked in the shadows.
"I really don't'a see why I should aid'a you." He flicked his tail in a lazy arc, admiring the flames that flew through the air.
"I summoned you." You were starting to regret that decision.
"So? In my books, that'a is shit." His amber eyes followed your unsteady pacing.
"They won't die."
He chuckled darkly, the curl on his head bouncing lightly.
GermanyxReaderSquirrelGermanyxReaderGermanyxReaderSquirrel in General Fiction More Like This
You giggled evilly as you wrote down the last word. This was going to be too much fun. An
Ludwig was such a perfect target. You would have preferred to try this on Gilbert, seeing as he probably would get pissy, but he was out drinking. So, Ludwig it was.
You ran along the silent hallways of his house, giggling madly. Racing up the stairs, you burst into his office. Staring at him, you felt another wave of giggles stirring in your stomach.
The blonde German looked up from his paper work, a scowl forming on his face. You gaze him a dazzling smile and held out the paper.
"Hey Luddy! I was wondering if you could say these for me?"
He took the paper cautiously, and studied it. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he got farther down the list. He looked up and pursed his lips.
"I'm not saying zese, ______." He gave you back the paper and you sighed. "Why not?"
"I can't pronounce some of zose."
ScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored VoicesScotlandxBlind!ReaderScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices in General Fiction More Like This
Your parents knew that you had wanted to go to Europe. They had known it long before "It" happened and had encouraged you to get a good education. Then get a job and save up.
And you did. You had jobs during the summer, while during the school year you studied like crazy.
But in your last year of high school, six months before graduation, You had gone blind.
There was no accident, no chemical explosion or a bad hit to the head. One morning you had just woken up blind.
The doctors couldn't figure out what had happened. Your parents where devastated.
And your dreams had be crushed.
Six months later, your school had allowed you to graduate with the rest of your class. Mainly because you had had the best grades in the entire school.
But you had lost your will to keep going.
Your parents tried to get you interested in a college for the blind. They tried finding a place that would employ a blind girl.
But it w
FrancexReader oneshotFrancexReaderFrancexReader oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Beautiful man and Socially Awkward
You hated parties with a passion. Mainly because you spent them in a corner, while HE laughed, the center of attention.
Gilbert was constantly partying.
You wouldn't even come to these parties if he hadn't asked you. He always asked you to come, even if sometimes he ended up leaving with a different girl.
You sighed, holding the water bottle closer to your chest. You weren't stupid enough to drink from the punch bowl, especially not when Gilbert had been the one to make it.
Someone shoved past you, making you spill some water down the front of your shirt.
How cliche. You though dryly, not bothering to try to trying wipe the liquid off. Your t-shirt was black, so it wouldn't really show. Gilbert was making out with some random girl on the couch. You felt your lips turn down in a slight frown.
"Excuse me." An accent sounded to the right. You looked up and blushed. A tallish man with long w
Punk!EnglandxReaderPunk!EnglandxReaderPunk!EnglandxReader in General Fiction More Like This
Mousy, Boring. A bother to be around. A little nobody.
You hated those words. The ones he used to break up with you. He wouldn't be able to use them on you ever again.
Revenge was going to be sweet.
The plan was simple.
Arthur went to an all boy school, he was the most popular guy there. He had even been on the towns new station a couple of times. How would he feel if that spot was taken by an exchange student?
You were going to pose as the exchange student.
"Okay gurl." Felix fluffed your newly cut hair. "Ve gotta find a style dat puts his punk look to shame."
"Please, de guys at de school are brutal to gods and emos." You giggled at his accent, turning Goths into gods.
Felix went to the same school and had managed to help you get past the entry exam.
"How about....... ve make you an even better punk!!!"
"You just said we need a style to put his to shame."
You thought for a moment, tapping your chin thoughtfull
Magical Transformation IntroHetaliaxReaderMagical Transformation Intro in General Fiction More Like This
How you wished that you could go into the Hetalia world. It had to be the only thing you could ever want.
But sadly, you were left on the outside. Left to be called a silly fangirl and snubbed by other Anime fans for your love of an Anime they found unworthy.
Lucky for you, there were a lot of Hetalia fans to talk to. You had even met your best friends online thanks to the anime.
Usually thinking about how you had met them lifted your spirits. Not today.
Today you were depressed by the fact that your favorite Anime wasn't real.
Lying on your bed, you stared listlessly at the ceiling.
"_______, package for you!"
Propping yourself on your elbows, you looked towards your bedroom door.
A package? You hadn't ordered anything and it was nowhere near your birthday. Had the mailman accidently delivered it to the wrong house?
Hurrying to the door, you stared down at the package.
'For Miss ________. Enjoy.'
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
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
Finding Love In NYCArthur Kirkland, a journalist from London, England, walked through the busy streets of New York on his lunch break on a Monday afternoon. He had been in the city for a week and already he was finding the place tiresome. He was used to large cities with crowds- he grew up in London and had lived there all his life- but this was something else entirely.Finding Love In NYC in Romance More Like This
To get out of the way of passers by, the Englishman walked into a shop of some sort and let out a breath of relief. He glanced around and saw that he had entered a small cafe; it wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. There was a small queue of people by the counter with two or three workers at least. There were a few tables scattered around and even then only less than half of them were taken. Arthur ended up smiling a little; this would be the perfect place to come and do some work. It was quiet, relaxed and it had a nice atmosphere.
Fishing in his pockets, he found some money and joined the small line by the counter and when it was
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch2"S-so, that waiter... you dated him?" Alfred asked disbelieving. He really couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had to defeat... as in fight Arthur's apparently evil ex-boyfriends.Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch2 in Romance More Like This
"That's right!" a voice sneered from behind them. Both Arthur and Alfred turned around quickly to face the Spanish waiter.
"I... I'm so confused!" Alfred clutched his head and the waiter rolled his eyes. He walked a little closer and stood in front of them.
"My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!" he stated with a smirk, "And I am evil ex-boyfriend number one!" He looked at the two blonds, "Hola Arthur."
Alfred watched the casual exchange between the two and blinked, "So... how do you two know each other."
Antonio looked at Arthur for an explanation and the British man sighed lightly, "We met on my holiday to Spain"
"So you're not Mexican?"
Antonio scowled, "No! Stupid..."
Arthur sighed again and continued, "And it was only a few nights... we broke up when I went home."
USUK- Don't Ever ChangeAlfred loved his Arthur.USUK- Don't Ever Change in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was no denying it. He loved everything about him from his large eyebrows to his 'tsundre' personality, to that rare smile that he would often receive if he said the right thing at the right time.
Arthur loved Alfred too.
He loved him more than life itself, although he may not show it as much as his partner. Alfred would flash his lover that heroic grin that would make said lover weak at the knees and make his heart melt into a pile of goo.
Yes, he may scold Alfred for his idiocy and rash thinking but he knew deep down that without this, Alfred wouldn't be, well Alfred. There would be a part of him missing if Alfred was not like this. Arthur wouldn't change him for the world although sometimes he wished that his lover would be a bit more sensible.
Lying in his lover's arms, Arthur wasn't paying attention to the movie being played. Alfred would get excited now and then when one of his favourite parts of the movie would come on. He would exclaim loudly
Of Heroes and Villains- Ch1Alfred F. Jones stood on the bow of his ship, staring out into the sunset. A small smile graced his handsome features and the glow from the setting sun brought out the blue in his eyes. Today had been a good day, Alfred decided. He'd made a few trades and was well on his way to becoming one of the richest merchants out there.Of Heroes and Villains- Ch1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alfred was a merchant sailor, and he sold goods that would protect others from pirates. Alfred hated pirates with every fibre of his being, and nothing would ever change that. To Alfred, pirates were scum of the earth, they didn't abide by the law and he thought that they should all be brought to justice.
Of course he couldn't do much, him being only one person. Yes he had fought pirates during his time on the seas and he had won almost every battle. Because he was the hero, Alfred would love to see every pirate eliminated so that others could sail the seas with no fear.
Alfred sighed lightly and moved away from where he was standing and walked across the deck of
Gorgeous NightmareFor Alfred F. Jones, the day had started out normal.Gorgeous Nightmare in Fan Fiction More Like This
With his heroic awesome, he made his presence known at the World Conference and thrusted his amazing and genius ideas upon the irritated nations. America, being oblivious to what most of the nations thought about his ideas, he still thought building a giant superhero would solve the world's problems.
As usual, England didn't quite see it in the same way as his ex-colony.
"It will never work," he sighed into his teacup, "Honestly, I would have thought you'd have listened to me by now. This isn't the first time you've come up with this ridiculous plan."
"It's not ridiculous!" America retorted defiantly, "My superhero will save the world and you'll all be happy that I thought of it!"
"Your eyebrows are absurd!"
England's eye twitched, "Stop being childish."
"I'm not being childish!"
"You are. Now stop it and sit down. Let one of the others present their sensible ideas!" England sighed once again and took another sip of te
Improving RelationsWarning: Crack? And perverted Koreans.Improving Relations in Humor More Like This
Korea pouted at the piece of paper in his hand. How could China do this to him? What had he done wrong? He didn't understand what it was that he did that was so bad that China had a restraining order against him. He sighed and stuffed the paper in his pocket as he walked home.
It was safe to assume that Korea was depressed. Now, he could no longer go near China and the last time he tried to show his love towards Japan, he was almost impaled with a samurai sword.
He shuddered when he thought back to the time where he'd tried to hug Vietnam.
He gathered what he needed for the meeting that was taking place the next day then left his house. He got a cab to the airport then caught the next plane to Russia, where the meeting was being held.
As he sat in the plane, he looked out the window with a pout and a frowning expression. He still couldn't believe that China had done this to him. Restraining orders were invented in Korea, after all!
Bite- Ch2The room of which Alfred was staying in was large with a high ceiling. Arthur had by now left him alone, and said he would return later. Alfred looked around the room and noticed there was a large bed against the wall; he looked to his right to see a large desk with a large mirror in front of him. He pouted; this must have been a ladies room. He looked to his left to see a large wardrobe. There were a set of drawers situated at one side of the room. He looked up and noticed another chandelier.Bite- Ch2 in Romance More Like This
At the opposite end of the room was a large door with glass panelling, which led onto the balcony. Alfred would have loved to stand on the balcony and look at the stars, but the storm prevented him from doing so.
He stood by the window for a few more minutes before collapsing on the bed. He was weary from the day's journey, and he was content to just lie there until Arthur kicked him out in the morning. But, within Alfred's family, he was known for being curious. And there was a huge house here j
USUK- Four WordsAlfred was nervous, and he had good reason to be. His hands in his pockets sweated and his heart was beating a mile a minute. He took a breath and looked at the man sitting beside him and he couldn't help but smile.USUK- Four Words in Romance More Like This
The man in question, Arthur, was the love of his life, and he always had been.
The two met in college; Alfred was studying law and Arthur was studying Literature. They had met in the college café and how they started talking was embarrassing on Alfred's part. He was trying to juggle his insanely heavy books, notepads and a coffee and he just couldn't do it. He managed to trip and spill his coffee everywhere and with a pout and a red face, he attempted to pick up his books and notes as quickly as possible. Then, out of no where, someone handed him some napkins so he could wipe the coffee off his books before the damage grew worse.
When Alfred looked at the person who helped him, his face turned a deeper red. He was gorgeous, even though he was scowling and looking down
Together ForeverArthur watched the rain slip down the glass of his window on a miserable Tuesday evening. The weather had been awful all day and it matched his mood perfectly. He rested his cheek on his hand as he adjusted his position on the window seat and he watched the raindrops race each other to the bottom of the glass.Together Forever in Romance More Like This
He sighed heavily and glanced at his phone. The small flashing red light indicated that he had a text message and he smiled when he saw who it was from.
Miss you x
Arthur felt like crying. It had been two weeks since he'd seen Alfred. Two weeks since Arthur's parents had found out they were gay. Two weeks had passed since they stopped him from seeing the love of his life. He felt as though the world was against them.
Though the text messages and phone calls sustained their need to talk to each other, they did not satisfy the need to actually see each other, hold each other close.
To say I love you.
Arthur stared at the two word message for a moment then sighe
The Little Things In LifeArthur Kirkland didn't think his shift would end fast enough. He loved what he did and he wouldn't change it for the world, however he was especially excited for tonight and he wanted to get home as soon as possible.The Little Things In Life in Romance More Like This
Arthur lived with his boyfriend Alfred in a small apartment in London. Because the two of them were young and had low paying jobs, they didn't have a lot of money. This irritated Alfred to no end and when he'd tried getting two jobs, Arthur eventually told him he couldn't continue like that because the American was just too worn out. Alfred hated his situation and he wanted the best for them both so he'd tried to be the hero. Unfortunately, life decided it wouldn't make it easy so he took Arthur's advice and finally quit the lower paying job.
But tonight, because of the extra shifts Alfred had bagged and because he earned some extra money, they were going to the movies. Treats like this were rare but when they did happen, Arthur was in a good mood for days afterwards which
The Teller of FairytalesSometimes I wonder if he was born on the day the titanic sank. Other days, he's been here longer than the pyramids themselves. He tells me stories about a world I can't even imagine. A world where a poetic smile means something. A world where night is velvet black with diamond like stars spread across it. A world where one can find adventure and happiness.The Teller of Fairytales in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always listen in awe and wonder how such things can even be when rape, murder, unhappiness and sacrifice plague mine.
His stories are always dauntingly beautiful. Sometimes when he's hurt, he'll tell me about the princesses he has saved. They always end so poignantly. They get taken away to their castles to live with men who convince them they have saved them.
How can they leave someone who only wishes for them to be free?
His voice is so unfathomable it almost sounds unearthly. But his words have so much meaning, so much truth in them, that the depths of his voice can only come from wisdom. It's the only voice
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
Sea of Liesi.Sea of Lies in Free Verse More Like This
My father never read me the story of Icarus. I found it for myself. I suppose he did not want me to know what it was like to almost touch the stars. But it was only after I had read the story did I even try to reach so far. It is a little like falling in love...and then drowning in the sea.
(I would be lying if I said the fall didn't break everything I had once believed was solid.)
My science teacher knew well that I was a dreamer. When I told her I believed fairytales were as real as love is, I could see the disapproval and disappointment in her eyes. I suppose thats why in her classroom, when I was asked what the greatest force in the universe was, I answered love. I suppose thats why she laughed and reminded me that love was as much a fairytale as the fairytales I believed in.
(She was wrong. Love exists...its just been broken into a million little pieces, set afloat in a sea of heartbreak.)
My mother didn't want to speak about t
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
beautiful broken things must stick togetherbecause she is a broken pretty thing,beautiful broken things must stick together in Free Verse More Like This
and he is the little boy who grew up
MouthfulsYou take mouthfuls of meMouthfuls in Free Verse More Like This
Huge, selfish as they are
Leaving morsels of me behind
Teeth my words and chew up my heart
Bite through my spine with shark like jaws
I am used, you explain, damaged,
Dirty for existing.
Dirty for loving you.
I ask you why you like to hurt me.
"I love you most when you ache on the inside."
I have never hated myself more.
You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.You call it Judgement, We call it Sin in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.
Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She writes them on her knees so that she can remember them. Sometimes the words call her a whore, and sometimes stupid, and sometimes a loser and sometimes a tramp (She has never learnt that loving too much is a crime and boys with pretty eyes sometimes lie.). She sits in the bathroom with a pen the colour of blood and writes them carefully
Because the Blue Fairy Said So(Addendum from Sleep Deprived Brain: Clare calls it mourning sickness. As in 'Mourning for my Single, Carefree Life' sickness.)Because the Blue Fairy Said So in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would make a terrible mother anyway."
"I don't think you're in the right place right now to make those kind of judgmental indecisions about yourself."
"I would, though."
"Your word still doesn't make it true."
"Last I heard children are usually raised in clean, pretty houses with a white picket fence outside and a daily routine that is organised from the word 'Go'."
"What have you been listening to? The Stepford Radio Specials Circa 1951?"
"Firstly, there is no such thing. Secondly, I couldn't be bothered to cook, I think a clean house is life being wasted, I procrastinate like its a job to do just that and I am a firm advocate of the fact that all fairytales are based on some form of evidence that we just haven't discovered yet."
"Can I just say that if I was your brain, I would be so exhausted that I would want to give myself a lobotomy?"
Murdocx2D Story Ch. 59~~~~~May 3rd~~~~~Murdocx2D Story Ch. 59 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Murdoc finally found a perfect guitar, buying it off the internet. Once received, he started adding what he needed to make it look like El Diablo, adding gold strings, and a few stickers. After that was done, he began practicing the songs on his new bass, adjusting the strings to his liking. He hadn't been practicing much due to 2D's persistence in spending time with their daughter and himself. "Hmm.." He hummed the line he played, his fingers working along the strings fluidly, his head bobbing to the rhythm. His body relaxed as he kept the tune going. Finally getting back in the groove, Murdoc reached over to the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and taking it in between his teeth. Fumbling for his lighter, the bassist grumbled in irritation, hearing footsteps in the hallway. "Grr.." Once he saw the tuft of blue hair, the older sighed, getting the lighter out, quickly igniting the end of his cigarette. "Yes, Stu?" The blunette stayed at the do
Murdocx2D story pt. 42~~~Several weeks later~~~Murdocx2D story pt. 42 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D took Lucinda with him most of the time while out or in the studios. He spent more time with her than she did with Murdoc, which made her very grumpy. But, the singer was determined to get her affection. It seemed to be working for the most part; she called for him and whined to be held and even let him teach her a few new words. Only a few months and it would be December. It was almost Halloween, and 2D was desperately trying to think of an outfit for Lucinda, who looked a lot older than 9 months. Online shopping right now. 2D had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, surfing his crappy computer, trying to look for anything suitable for his daughter. Dresses, Bug costumes, ninja outfits, and western style clothes. "Hmm..." He rolled the cigarette to the other side of his mouth, thinking. "Maybe a ladybug..." Before he had time to think anymore, a loud caw came from
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 1Murdocx2D yaoiMurdocx2D Yaoi story pt 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Covers were tossed from the bed as a figure sat up, kicking the remaining edge of covers off. The figure threw its feet over the edge of the bed, reaching for the small lamp on the bedside table, sending a small glow of light on the figure's face. The light shined on the figure's pale face, its onyx black eyes seemed almost infinite with the forlorn look on its face, a tuft of blue hair fell into its face as the figure got to its feet, raising to full height. "Oh," The figure yawned. "I slept wrong! Augh..." The voice sounded male...sorta. The figure rubbed his neck and craned it back and forth, getting a few satisfying cracks and pops. Soon, he shuffled over to his dresser and pulled a shirt out and over his head. Shuffling back to his bed, he heard something distinctively similar to footsteps past his door. He shrugged it off and took a cigeratte from a pack on his bedside table. He lit it and took a puff, letting smoke escape his parted lips, when suddenly
Murdocx2D Story Ch. 51~~~A couple of months later~~~Murdocx2D Story Ch. 51 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything was running a lot smoother. Especially for Mister Niccals. Nothing had happened to him yet. The devil must have something indefinite planned. Right now, the bassist was working on a storyboard for a new music video, getting help from Noodle. Her brain was full of smart and wacky ideas. Some sounded rather too much for their budget. The bassist made simple sketches of what was supposed to happen in the video. "Hm.." Right now, though, his mind was on someone else rather than his work. That blue-haired dolt he loved so much. He'd been keeping a close eye on him for two reasons. The devil himself, and another man who wanted the band dead, Jimmy Manson. Just saying the name made him spit in anger. The thought of him putting a gun to 2D's head was too much, he broke his pencil in half. "...Shite!" Standing up straight, Murdoc pushed aside the pile of sketch paper. He dusted the bits of chips off of his lap, watching them fall to the floor
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27~~~3 days later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D jolted up in bed. "Unh!?" He looked around and held himself. A bad dream. "...Lucinda?" The singer looked around the room and over to the crib, seeing his child sleeping soundly. "Aww..." He looked at the time on the alarm clock.
"Wot da?! Free A.M.?!" 2D jumped out of his bed, tripping a bit.
"Agh!" He caught himself and went to the door, going up the stairwell to the carpark. "..." His gaze fell on the Winnebago.
He was determined to get there. Quietly, the singer sneaked that way. "Hngh..."
Once he got to the door, he knocked quietly, hoping Murdoc wasn't too asleep. 2D waited patiently, humming a song to himself.
"Murdoc?" Another knock and the door suddenly opened. "Oh!" He gasped in surprise. "Muds..."
The bassist looked down at 2D from the doorway. "Wot d'ya need luv?" The singer looked down and then back up at Murdoc. "C-Could I come in?"
Without waiting, &
Murdocx2D Story Ch. 56~~~Murdocx2D Story Ch. 56 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After 5 hours of endless tossing and turning, 2D jumped out of bed and put on an undershirt and a pair of sweats. He couldn't hold off on seeing Murdoc anymore. Now that the cat was out of the bag, the singer didn't have to hide his expanding belly anymore, and he felt happy about that. Calling Noodle to watch Lucinda for a while, Stuart walked out and up to the Winnebago once the girl was playing with her stuffed animals. "Mh.." He opened the door and was greeted with Cortez flying in his direction. "WAAAH!" The singer ducked, scrambling to the corner. "Wot va 'ell, Cortez?!" The Raven snatched a book from the shelf beside 2D, cawing at the human. "Brawk!" The bluenette blinked and then got up. "'ey! Get back 'ere! Where are ya goin' wif'at?!" He chided the Raven as he chased. "Please stop..!" His weight gain made it harder to run. "Gh.." Cortez turned to look at 2D, who he had led out into the parking lot. "Brrrrr..." He growled, slowing down, almost letting the singer catch him.
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 19~~~About a week later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D, still not over what Murdoc did, refused to let him go out without the rest of the band, which meant that Murdoc could no longer go to bars. This in general made the bassist unhappy and a bit irritable. Spending most of his time in the Winnebago, he barely made eye contact with anyone he walked by, even 2D. The singer frowned every time that happened. He was just in a stage, he could last a month or two without a bar. Breaking out of his thoughts, 2D took his hand out of the chip bag laying on his chest. "...I wonder 'ow Muds's doin'..." His thoughts clouding his mind again, the singer thought of how the band had convinced everyone that they needed some time off. "Cheap." Turning onto his side, 2D sighed. How much longer would he have to endure this pain. The baby's kicking was awful. He wondered what birth would be like for him. The thought made him
Murdocx2D story Ch 54~~~~Murdocx2D story Ch 54 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D, having found out where Murdoc resided most of his times, would go down 3 times a week to visit, trying to keep things subtle and inconspicuous. The singer would occasionally bring down something just for Murdoc to either eat or drink while they discussed a way out for him.
Days turned to weeks at a time. And those weeks added up, making up 2 months at the least. 2D's fashion in style changed more and more. Instead of his tight jeans he usually always wore, he wore stretchy sweatpants in place. His shirts? They became baggier by far. When Murdoc decided to make a comment on the change, the singer became insecure and left earlier than normal. ...That was 2 days ago, where was the little shit? Murdoc didn't mean anything by it. He didn't know the moron was so sensitive. Shifting on his rock, the Demonized bassist looked around once more for the singer, expecting to see him right there.
But, nope. Nada.
Tapping a c
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 21~~~~1 week later~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 21 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"She's gettin' more greedy, Stu." Murdoc laughed as Lucinda roughly sucked the singer's nipple. "Aah! Y-Ya fink?" He glared at Murdoc, irritated. He had almost no rest because of the baby's crying almost every other hour or less. The Satanist smiled evilly at 2D. "Wot? Ya tired?" The face that the singer gave him was too priceless, making him burst into laughter. "Murdoc...when I get out of dis hospital bed, 'm gonna get ya...I will." Murdoc smirked at the younger man and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Yeah, sure." Whining from the infant below made both look down at her. "Hm? Wot's wrong wit' her, Stu?" The singer blinked a few times and thought. "I don' know...I fed 'er, changed 'er...ugh..." The whining turned into full out sobbing, making the bassist jump back. "Agh!" 2D frantically set Lucinda up on his shoulder and burp
Murdocx2D Story Ch. 58~~~April 21st- 2 days later.~~~Murdocx2D Story Ch. 58 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Noodle and Russel both had a hectic day listening to the story Murdoc and 2D told. Had 2D been the only one to tell them, the two probably wouldn't have believed him and thought he was crazy. Noodle brushed her hair to the side and looked at Murdoc closely. "You have practiced none of your bass lines, so how will you-" The bassist stopped her with one hand. "...I have learned the bass lines thanks to Stuart." He jutted his thumb in his husband's direction, grumbling. "I played El Diablo while in Hell...and I left it in Hell too." The Satanist sighed and shrugged his shoulder, I'll just have to use another one--" "You must find another exact duplicate. People expect you to play that guitar, Murdoc." Noodle was on her knees, leaning over the table, glaring through her hair, which fell back over her eyes. "You. Must." Noodle was right in a way, the fans wanted him to play his unholy bass. He'd better find a replacement...fast.
Der rote StrichKarl: "Hey! Psst! Hey, Franz!"Der rote Strich in Short Stories More Like This
Franz: "Was ist?"
Karl: "Da war gerade eben der Förster. Und der hat so 'nen roten Strich an meine Rinde gesprüht."
Franz: "Einen roten Strich?"
Karl: "Ja, Mann! Weißt du, was das soll?"
Franz: "Keine Ahnung. Frag doch mal Paul da hinten, der weiß Bescheid."
Karl: "Wer ist Paul?"
Franz: "Siehst du den Baumstumpf da hinten?"
Karl: "Meinst du etwa, die sägen alle mit roten Strichen ab oder was!?"
Franz: "Rechts daneben, der Baum, ist Paul."
Karl: "Boah, ich dacht schon..."
Franz: "Hey, Paul!"
Paul: "Hmh? Was is' los?"
Franz: "Karl hat einen roten Strich bekommen. Weißt du zufällig, was das heißt?"
Paul: "Siehst du den Baumstumpf links neben mir? Der hatte auch mal einen roten Strich."
Karl: "Ich wusste es! Ich wusste es! Die wollen mich fällen!"
Franz: "Na, soweit ist es noch nicht. Du kannst imm
Eine Blume. Mehr nicht.„Okay. Um Ihre Psyche einmal genauer zu untersuchen, habe ich hier diverse Fotos. Ich zeige Ihnen nun jeweils ein Foto und Sie sagen mir, was Sie darauf sehen.“Eine Blume. Mehr nicht. in Comedy More Like This
„Macht man das nicht normalerweise mit Tinenklecksen und man muss dann sagen, was man in den Schmierereien sieht?“
„Entschuldigen Sie bitte, aber wir sind eine hoch renommierte Psychiatrie. Wir holen hochwertige Bilder von professionellen Fotografen und stoßen nicht so einfach mir nichts, dir nichts irgendwelche Tintenfässchen auf weiße Blätter. Dafür ist mir die Tinte dann doch etwas zu teuer. Also, hier ist das erste Bild. Was sehen Sie?“
„Eine Blume. Was soll ich denn sonst sehen?“
„Nun, könnten Sie die Blume vielleicht etwas beschreiben?“
„Hmh. Sie ist blumig.“
„Als Hobbygermanist wird mir bei dieser Beschreibung eher etwas blümerant.“
SuendenbockStein. Du! Du dämlicher Stein!Suendenbock in Short Stories More Like This
Guck mich nicht so an. Ich weiß, dass du an allem Schuld bist. An allem, was bei mir in meinem Leben bisher falsch gelaufen ist! An allen meinen miesen Noten. An all meinen Absagen bei Bewerbungsgesprächen! An all meinen Fehlschlägen und Fehltritten bei Schlägereien!
Du bist nichts wert. Du bist absolut gar nichts wert. Und trotzdem bist du an allem Schuld. Ich kann es zwar nicht beweisen, aber ich weiß es. Immer, wenn irgendetwas nicht läuft, war einer deiner Kollegen da. Ein Kieselstein. Ein Felsbrocken. Oder einfach nur irgendein Stein, der als Dekoration auf einem Tisch steht, weil er so schön glänzt. Ihr hängt alle zusammen. Ihr plant alle dasselbe Spielchen. Mir das Leben zur Hölle machen.
Warum tut ihr ausgerechnet mir das an? Warum nicht dem Nachbarn von nebenan? Der hätte das doch viel eher verdient. Der tut immer so, als ob ihm alles gelingen würde. Wenn ihm mal nichts gelänge
Abenteuer mit der Deutschen BahnNoch ist es ein Morgen wie jeder andere. Es ist Dienstag, der 03. Januar 2012. Das neue Jahr hat gerade erst begonnen - und recht vielversprechend, wenn ich ehrlich sein dürfte, denn ich durfte Silvester nicht irgendwo feiern, nein, ich durfte es in Berlin feiern. Für einen Kleinstadtbewohner wie mich, der aus der ostfriesischen Provinz kommt, sicherlich ein Erlebnis, welches seinesgleichen sucht.Abenteuer mit der Deutschen Bahn in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Doch schlagartig wird sich das ändern.
Berlin, 11:19 Uhr
Ich verlasse die Wohnung meiner Freundin, um mich zum Bus aufzumachen. Der Plan: Mit der S2 zur Friedrichstraße fahren und von da aus zum Berliner Hauptbahnhof.
Berlin, 11:26 Uhr
Kurz, bevor ich mit meiner Freundin, die mich bis zum Hauptbahnhof begleiten möchte, bei der Bushaltestelle ankomme, sehen wir den Bus vor unserer Nase wegfahren. Eigentlich hätte er erst um 11:27 Uhr losfahren dürfen, wir wären rechtzeitig gekommen - sind wir aber irgendwie trotzdem nicht. Es beginnt eine H
Liebe Deutsche BahnLiebe Deutsche Bahn,Liebe Deutsche Bahn in Short Stories More Like This
ich schreibe euch einen kleinen Liebesbrief, weil ich die Zeit dafür von euch geschenkt bekommen habe: Mein nächster Zug hat nämlich dreißig Minuten Verspätung.
Aber das macht nichts, weil man das ja mittlerweile von euch gewohnt ist. Während ihr hunderte, ach was: Tausende von Städten durch eure Regionalbahnen, Regionalexpresse, Intercity- und Intercityexpresszüge und noch anderen Zügen. die mir gerade nicht einfallen, verbindet, habe ich festgestellt, dass euer Fahrplan auch nur eine grobe Richtlinie für Abfahrtszeiten ist. Mal ganz zu schweigen davon, dass ihr meine 40.000-Einwohner große Heimatstadt von sämtlichen Bahnlinien gekappt habt. Bravo!
Doch eine Reise zur Universität Tübingen zwecks Aufnahmeprüfung begann nicht mit der Präsenz des Zuges am Bahnhof der nächsten Stadt, der im Übrigen trotz sehr vieler Reisegästen mit einem Waggon weniger fuhr, nein, sie begann
Auch Zombies brauchen LiebeVerwesende und verfaulende Körper zieren die Straßen und Gassen der Stadt. Nie hat die Welt etwas derart Grausames gesehen; dunkle Wolken lassen kein Sonnenlicht hindurch und über den Häusern liegt ein schwerer Dunst. Die Stromversorgung ist nicht mehr gewährleistet, die Straßenlaternen flackern unregelmäßig und würden die Wege ohnehin nur unzureichend beleuchten.Auch Zombies brauchen Liebe in Short Stories More Like This
Schlurfende Wesen wandeln durch die Straßen, sich gegenseitig nicht beachtend; ziellos laufen sie durch die Gegend. Es sind die Überlebenden einer Katastrophe, ihrer Sinne beraubt und ihres eigenständigen Handelns größtenteils nicht mehr mächtig.
Unsereins im 21. Jahrhundert nennt sie Zombies.
Und trotz der vorangegangenen Ereignisse (welche, sind zu vernachlässigen) haben diese Zombies, so brutal sie manchmal auch in diversen Medien dargestellt werden, einen gewissen Urinstinkt. So kommt es, dass sich zwei dieser werten Verwesungsgenossen
Wie halte ich mich warm? - Ein ErfahrungsberichtIn Deutschland ist es kalt. Bitterkalt.Wie halte ich mich warm? - Ein Erfahrungsbericht in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In meiner Wohnung auch. Wasserrohre sind geplatzt. Heizung ist ausgefallen. Strom auch.
Ich wollte mir gerade eine Wasserflasche vom Edekamarkt gegenüber holen. Als ich bei mir zu Hause ankam, hatte ich einen Eisklotz in der Hand. Und der wird auch nicht auftauen, denn in meiner Wohnung beträgt die Temperatur ebenfalls unter null Grad.
Essen kann ich auch nichts mehr. Der Kühlschrank, der die Nahrungsmittel eigentlich auf sommerliche sieben Grad Celsius über Null warm halten sollte, funktioniert ja wegen dem Stromausfall nicht mehr. Mit meinem Hund habe ich deshalb mit der gefrorenen Schinkenwurst Frisbee gespielt. Nun hat er kaputte Zähne, weil er darauf rumkauen wollte.
Mein Antrag bei der Stadtverwaltung, ein kollektives Lagerfeuer zu veranstalten, der den Winter vertreiben sollte, wurde abgelehnt. Begründung: Mit dem Ende des Mittelalters wurden bereits alle Hexen verbrannt. In der Wissenschaft s
Die Sonne in die Luft jagenIch habe einen großartigen Plan!"Die Sonne in die Luft jagen in Short Stories More Like This
Ich stehe vor einem großen Tisch, wo ein Dutzend Leute in Anzügen und mit einer Zigarre in der Hand dran sitzen und meinen Worten lauschen. Ich wirble herum und drücke auf meine Fernbedienung. Nichts passiert. Ich drücke noch einmal. Nichts.
Welcher Idiot ist für diese Fernbedienung verantwortlich?!", brülle ich in die Runde hinein. Ein finster dreinblickender Mann erhebt sich von seinem Stuhl, nimmt sich meine Fernbedienung, drückt sie einmal und eine Beamerleinwand fährt hinter mir herunter. Er grinst und setzt sich wieder auf seinen Stuhl. Ich funkel ihn missmutig an. Seinen Tod setze ich auf meine To-Do-Liste.
Ich räuspere mich. Nun, wie ich bereits erwähnte, habe ich einen großartigen Plan!"
Das haben Sie bereits erwähnt!", ruft einer. Todeskandidat #2.
Ohne weiter auf den Störenfried einzugehen, fahre ich fort. Ich habe aus dem Bestandslager der eh
JuwelendiebstahlEine dunkle Gestalt steht in der Mitte des Raumes. Um ihn herum liegen drei bewusstlose Sicherheitskräfte. Vorsichtig greift der Schatten zur ausgestellten Vitrine – und zuckt mit den Schultern. „Ach, was soll's.“ Mit einem lauten Klirren zerschlägt er das Glas und zeitgleich ertönen Sirenen. Mit einem Tuch um seiner Hand greift er nach dem Juwel, welcher in der zerstörten Vitrine liegt und steckt in sich in seine Umhängetasche.Juwelendiebstahl in Short Stories More Like This
„Was hast du jetzt schon wieder angestellt?!“, ertönt plötzlich eine Stimme.
„Ich? Gar nichts. Gar nichts habe ich angestellt“, antwortete daraufhin eine zweite Stimme.
„Und warum geht dann der Alarm an, du Depp?“ Man hört ein leichtes Schlaggeräusch.
„Hey, warum hast du mich?“
„Du hast den Alarm ausgelöst!“
„Noch einmal: Ich habe keinen Alarm ausgelö...warum schlafen die Sicherheitskräfte, anstatt dich zu vermöbel
Eine AnerkennungIch bewundere Künstler.Eine Anerkennung in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ich bewundere Künstler, die ihre Pinsel an die Leinwand klatschen und es danach so aussieht, als hätten sie gekotzt - und es trotzdem gut aussieht.
Künstler, so kommt es mir manchmal vor, denken gar nicht großartig nach, was oder warum sie zeichnen oder malen. Sie können ihre einzelnen Gedanken, die ihnen gerade warum auch immer im Hirn herumfliegen, fassen und auf ein Blatt Papier bannen. Sie müssen sich nicht großartig um Hintergrundgeschichten bemühen, sondern können einfach loslegen. Sie können ihre Emotionen visualisieren und fassen, für andere begreifbar machen und das international für jeden verständlich - diese Art von Kunst hat kennt keine Sprachbarrieren.
Ich kann nicht malen oder zeichnen - und ich bedaure das sehr.
Ich bewundere Musiker.
Ich bewundere Musiker, die mit ihren Instrumenten Gefühle ausdrücken können, wo die Sprache versagt, wo die Musik Geschichten begleitet oder die Geschichten die Musik. Mit Noten lässt sich manchmal mehr sagen als mit
Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 55-ReflexBasil walked into the living room and sat next to Isabelle, who was sitting on the sofa and playing her PSP. Ratigan was making tea in the kitchen. Basil then watched as Isabelle grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl next to her, stuffed it in her mouth and swallowed. Basil just cringed.Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 55-Reflex in Humor More Like This
“Why didn’t you chew?” he asked.
“Chewing is a waste of time.” She said, “I have to keep playing.”
“How do you not choke?”
“Oh, that.” She said with a chuckle, “I have no gag reflex.”
They all looked at Ratigan, who’s cheeks were pink and a shattered tea-cup on the floor. Isabelle just snickered.
Little Conquerors: Ch 8-MissingIt was a normal day in Ratigans lair; everything was calm and peaceful as it can be. Isabelle then realized Lizzie was missing.Little Conquerors: Ch 8-Missing in General Fiction More Like This
All hell broke loose.
Ratigan barked orders and Isabelle was on the edge of the hysterics. After an hour of searching, there was still no news.
“Oh my God, what if she’s hurt? What is she’s lost?” Isabelle said as she held her head.
“Isabelle, you need to remain calm.” Ratigan said.
“Don’t tell me to remain calm, Padriac!” she growled, “God, she could be hurt, someone out there could hurt her.”
Isabelle then let out a feral growl.
“If anyone ever hurt my little girl, I will wring pain around their miserable soul.”
Ratigans ears perked down as most of the men did, hearing the deadly promise in her voice.
“Isabelle, please calm down, you’re scaring Vincent.”
Isabelle blinked and looked at the baby rat, who was whimpering in Francis arms. Isabelle sighed as she rubbed
A Friend In NeedRatigan was on Felicia, telling the oversized cat to hurry. He sighed as he thought of tonight’s events.A Friend In Need in General Fiction More Like This
Thomas and Neil burst into his hideout, carrying an injured Isabelle. She got shot in the stomach and the bullet was still inside. Lewis couldn’t take it out, saying it was far too in and she needed surgery. So, that’s what lead to this.
He needed to see Timothy.
He remembers when he first met Timothy McBride, who helped after he was assaulted by his fellow professors. Timothy then became one of the few rat surgeons in London. Ratigan prayed that timothy was there and that he will help him.
He arrived at Timothy’s door and hesitantly knocked. The door opened and Ratigan was suddenly enveloped in a bone-crushing hug.
“Paddy, good to see you!”
Ratigan grunted a greeting and was set back down and he looked over his friend.
Timothy was about an inch taller than Ratigan, with gray fur, black hair and a beard and laughing bluish-gray eyes. Timothy had a
GMD Profile:Isabelle Claire CassidyGMD Profile:Isabelle Claire Cassidy in General Fiction More Like This
Isabelle Claire Cassidy
Fur Color: Light Brown
Eyes: Right Eye is Green and Left Eye is Blue
Weapons: Knives, wire, a cutlass, cat claws and two walker colt rifles.
Base: Catwoman-Batman, Gail-Sin City, and Miho-Sin City
Voice: Sheri Moon Zombie
Clothing:Usually wears men's clothing. Usually wears pants, a blue turtleneck and brown work boots. Also wears a black newspaper boy cap. Wears a wooden rosary that each of her family has. Hates corsets, so just put bandages over her breasts to keep them in place.
Her thief outfit is black, form-fitting cloth, with her mask also cloth, except there is mesh where her eyes are. She doesn't wears shoes with this outfit.
*Originally came from an extremely violent town in Texas, so had to learn early on to defend herself. Her father wanted a son, but got her instead, so he raised her like a boy. Her father died when she was 10, leaving her and her mother, who got remarried to a preacher. The preacher and
Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 41-Comic ConRatigan and Basil were once again riding in Lily’s truck, but this time, they were going to the New York Comic Con.Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 41-Comic Con in Humor More Like This
Since Isabelle already bought the tickets months ago, they were prepared, but the girls said they should leave early, since the lines were so long. The girls were already in their costumes, but wouldn’t show it to them until they got to the center. Leo and Constantine were going to meet them there.
“Here we are.” Lily said as she parked the car and they got out. Isabelle went to get coffee as the other got in line, a very big line.
“My God.” Basil breathed out as he took in the length of the line, “There must be over 1700 people here.”
“How did you get that estimate?” Ratigan said.
“I counted.” He said, making Lily roll her eyes.
“My God, this man has no life.” She thought as Isabelle came back with the coffee. Hours passed as the group chattered until it was 11 AM when the door finally op
The Mastermind and The Thief-Ch 90-LiteratureThe Mastermind and The Thief-Ch 90-Literature in Romance More Like This
Ratigans ears perked up when he heard Isabelle sigh and closed a book she was reading with a snap.
“Something troubling you, me dear?”
“I hate this book!” she said, holding it up. The title said, Phantom of the Opera.
“I don’t understand why they make stories like this! That the monster or deformed man never gets love, it’s always the handsome man in the background. Are we so shallow?”
Ratigan smiled and walked up to her, taking her paws in his.
“I do not think so, my dear Valkyrie. After all, you’re not like that.”
Isabelle just shrugged.
“You’re on in a million, my dear.”
Isabelle looked at him and gave him a shy grin.
Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 44-HalloweenRatigan and Basil entered the hall, seeing a lot of people around in in costumes. It reminded them of the comic-con they went to last month, but it was Halloween now and the girls dragged them along to another part in New Jersey. Some people saw them and said that there costumes were really well done.Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 44-Halloween in Romance More Like This
“I see you guys are the hit of the show again.”
They looked to the side and saw Constantine, again in a novelty shirt, this time with the batman symbol on it.
“Not one for costumes, are you Mr. Patronazzi?” Basil said with a smile.
“No, I’m not. He said while Ratigan looked around the room.
“Where are the girls?”
“Getting ready.” Constantine said. “Every year, the girls choose each other’s costumes and they keep it under wraps until today.”
“Yeah and it gets quite annoying.” Leo said, appearing in a Spiderman costume, taking Constantine’s arm.
“Come on, Batman. Get me a drink.” He c
Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 45-IdeaIsabelle and Ratigan didn’t really say out loud that they were in a relationship to the other, but they figured it out on their own.Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 45-Idea in Romance More Like This
Basil figured it out when they were watching TV together. He watched as they snuggled together and to his surprise, Ratigan started to stroke her thigh. He knows Ratigan is a gentleman and he would never touch her like that, but Isabelle just leaned into his touch with a smile. That’s when he knew they were together and he thought it was about time. He was getting tired of those silly little glances they kept giving each other.
Constantine found out by accident. He was going to pick up something from the girls backyard and he caught them necking on the back porch. He froze and was instantly embarrassed when he caught them. He saw Ratigan was holding her face as he kissed gently and Isabelle’s was around her neck. He turned away quickly, still embarrassed that he caught a private moment. He then mentally readies himself to give Ratigan th
Little Conquerors: Ch 3-Later LoveRatigan and Isabelle watched with amusement as Lizzie came into the office, her face showing seriousness and her little chest puffed up.Little Conquerors: Ch 3-Later Love in General Fiction More Like This
“I have something to say that’s important.” She said, making the couple chuckle.
“And what is that, my dear?” Ratigan asked as he took a sip of his tea.
“When I’m 16, I’m gonna tell Fidget I love him.”
Ratigan spat out his tea in surprise while Isabelle just raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean, honey?”
“I’m gonna be with Fidget when I’m 16, like you and Professor. Rosie says sixteen is when a girl turns into a woman. So, I’m gonna tell Fidget I love him, so we could be lovely-dovey.”
Ratigan was going to say something, but Isabelle elbowed him.
“Ok, honey, thanks for telling us.”
Lizzie nodded and left the room, leaving the couple alone. Ratigan turned to look at Isabelle, shaking his head.
“No, Isabelle! No, no, no, no!”
Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 42-HandsRatigan and Isabelle were watching a movie together when the professor noticed she was staring at him.Living with A Mouse and A Rat-Ch 42-Hands in Romance More Like This
“What?” he said, getting her attention.
“Oh, sorry. It’s nothing, it’s just…your hands.”
Ratigan blinked for a moments.
She nodded and took hold of one of his hands.
“Your hands don’t match the rest of you.” She said, looking at his gloved paw, “You look do intimidating, your body just screams how strong you are. But your hands look so fragile.”
She ran her fingers down his palm and over his fingers, not noticing the blush on his cheeks.
“You have piano fingers.” She said suddenly.
“You have long fingers and wide palms, like a pianist. I guess that’s also for playing the harp like you did in the film.” She said with a chuckle.
Ratigan smiled and chuckled as he examined Isabelle’s own hand. It was so small compared to his own, along