Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 29Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 29 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 29 Burning Vengeance
It's crazy how fast hope can be lost, and then return in an instant. Here we were, massacred and beaten down, about to be crushed by the enemy....And then Queen Elsa showed up. The icy blonde unleashed all of her mighty ice magic, blasting foes with blue beams of frost and sending shards of ice at others. I fell to my knees and rested while she and her reinforcements pushed forward. "Drive them back!" she hollered.
"Did you have a nice nap?" I panted.
"Eh. Not enough pillows," she laughed while helping me to my feet. "Come on, Hans. Victory is near! I need you!"
I gave her a nod, "Mama....Onas...they're all gone."
She frowned before affirming, "Then this victory is for them," She motioned to a soldier who ran over and handed me a w
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 17Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 17 Coup de Grâce
I hastily made my way to the throne room, calling, "Father? Are you here?"
"The king is giving a speech to his people.", answered a guard. "The witch hunts are still being called off."
I sighed in relief. "I understand. Please inform my father that I wish to speak with him as soon as he returns. It is extremely urgent."
The guard gave me a nod before I began to roam the hallways. I guess I literally took a walk down memory lane. I peered down at the carpet, envisioning my eight-year-old self swinging a toy sword.
Mother knelt beside me, holding a stuffed black dragon with green buttons for eyes. "Raaaar!", she giggled. "I, Malificent, shall rule this land!"
"Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh!", I retaliated. "For I, Prince Hans, shall slay you!" I used my swo
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 31Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 31 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 31 Epilogue
Seven years later...
I road into the settlement on Sitron. Fresh game was tied across his back, and I grinned knowing everyone would have a feast tonight. I waved to Bo before dismounting and helping him store my game. "As always, only the freshest." I nodded.
"Thank you, Hans." he replied as I walked through the settlement, greeting everyone that I saw. I thought of all that had happened in my life, and embraced all that I was now. I finally loved who I was, and all that I stood for. I walked on with a smile, knowing that Mother would be proud. As for Father, hopefully his eyes and those of my remaining brothers would be opened soon. I arranged for one of Arendelle's trade ships to run a copy of my book to them a few years ago. Ah, right....I didn't tell you about the book.
Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 13Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter:13 Mama's Boy
"Woo-hoo! Big summer blowout!", grinned Oaken. "The trading post now offers discounts on swimming suits." His eyes widened at the sight of Queen Elsa. "Ahhh your majesty. Hello! What can I get you?"
Quinn buzzed off of Elsa's shoulder and stared Oaken down. "Pixie dust! A jar. A can. A bottle. Anything!"
Oaken whistled. "Hello fairy. Woo-hoo. Big summer blowout."
"Yeah, woohoo. Whatevs. Come on! Do you have it?"
Elsa grabbed Quinn by the wings and pulled her back. "Apologies for my little friend. We need pixie dust. It's an emergency."
"Of course.", nodded the trader as he searched his shelves and hummed a pleasant tune. The tune turned into an entire song as he took his sweet time.
Quinn whispered in Elsa's ear. "Did this chump not hear you properly? You said it's an emergency! I say you freeze him solid and we grab the dust
Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 15Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter:15 Twas Gerda Killed the Beast
Kai paced around the courtyard while the guards kept citizens back. "He's been up there for hours.", worried the servant. "This is all your fault."
"My fault?", contested Prince Michael. "You'd bring a snowmonster to town too if he threatened to squish you!'
"We don't have time for this.", Kai shook his head. He called up to his partner, "Hold on, Gerda! We'll get you down!"
"Hurry up will you!", she yelled.
A guard said, "Kai, the grand ballista is ready. Only say the word and we will open fire."
"No!", gasped Michael. "We could hurt Gerda. We could hurt Marshmallow!"
"Then why don't you negotiate with this beast?" Kai nudged Michael. "He's your friend, YOU talk to him."
"Fine.", sighed Michael. "I'll handle this." The prince walked to the front of the castle and yelled up, "Marshmallo
Trailblaze II - Chapter 1Trailblaze II - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dedicated to my readers. Thank you for the endless love, laughs, and excitement. May you enjoy this story with all of your hearts.
Chapter: 1 Over the Edge
A powerful blizzard raged and blanketed over the Tung Shao Pass. The entire mountain was shrouded by the howling storm. Delving deeper into the snowstorm, tattered flags could be seen waving in the distance. Below them rested the bodies of fallen warriors, each slowly succumbing to the mighty snowfall. Across the frigid range, a pile of snow began to shift. Tiny fractals began to snap off of it as a figure began to take form. It tightened and tumbled, attempting to break free of its icy casing. With a mighty outburst, the figure smashed out of the snow, revealing itself to be a man. The man gaspe
Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 6Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter:6 This Means War
The royal bedroom was teeming with the sounds of constant giggling that night. Princess Ariel brushed her scarlet hair with a fork and asked, "In all honesty, Queen Elsa, when are you going to date someone?"
"When I meet the right one.", grumbled Elsa as she generated snowflakes in her hands.
"But how can you when you won't give anyone a chance?", asked Rapunzel. "We all just want to see you happy."
Elsa sighed, "I know. It's just...I've never really 'talked' to a man before." She shrugged and made a silly face. "What is this....flirting you speak of?", she joked.
Princess Jasmine giggled, "You just have to be yourself. Give a guy a chance. Let him whisk you away to a whole new world!"
"You'll never know if you don't try, Elsa." assured Belle, who had her nose stuck in her book. She shook her head, "This is such a horrid read." She chucked t
Royal Road Trip II - Chapter: 1Royal Road Trip II - Chapter: 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 1 Birthday
It was springtime in the kingdom of Arendelle. Beautiful crocuses bloomed across the rolling hills and grassy plains. Birds soared above, singing their little hearts out. The kingdom's kindly inhabitants were up and about, enjoying the fine weather and sounds of nature. "Ready!" called Kai, the head royal servant. "Steady......Heave!" At his command, a group of servants yanked on a series of ropes. They pulled with all of their might as a new roof was hoisted on the stables. Apparently, Kai had miscounted the amount of servants he'd need for such an endeavor. The men tugged away at the ropes, but the roof began to slip. "Oh no....nononono," worried Kai.
"ME HELP!" bellowed a voice behind him that made him cringe.
He quickly turned to see a monstrous snowman towering over him. "Ahhhhhh Marshmallow! Just in
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 3Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Chapter: 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 3 Precious Cargo
My eyes scoured the floor of my cell for anything I could use as a weapon. Even if there had been one, I was in no condition to fight. All I could do was stare back at the mysterious attacker. The figure pulled down its kerchief, exposing the face of a man around my age. I had seen him before...Or had I? It was too dark to tell as the man crept away from the cell. I could see other shadow figures climbing on board, moving across the deck like reapers.
I thought to myself, "Is this my day of judgement? Have the servants of hell come to claim their latest resident? It would explain my fiery dream."
"Intruders!", yelled a Frenchman.
"We're under attack! Sound the alarm!", exclaimed another before ringing the bell.
The entire galleon erupted into chaos as a battle ensued. Sw
Royal Road Trip II - PrologueRoyal Road Trip II - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello everyone and Happy New Year! It's a pleasure and honor to bring you all the sequel to last summer's Frozen fanfic, Royal Road Trip. I am as happy as can be and hope you'll have a great time reading and following our heroes on a whole new adventure. The thrills are back with daring foes and exciting new challenges. Join Elsa, Anna, and the rest of the Frozen gang for Arendelle's second royal road trip. But before you do, I ask that you stop to reflect on those you love. Love is all powerful, and it comes in all forms. Family or not, people are brought together by the strength of their hearts and the love they share. Remember this theme throughout the story, and most of all remember...
Long Live Imagination
~ Michael J. Pineda
Dedicated to Olga Illuminada Pineda.
Mother, warrior, friend.
And for Hannah.
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
.:Powodz:.Audrey Blue mieszkała w domu Sebastiana Cahilla, Dowódcy Straży w Porcie. Było to wąskie mieszkanie upchnięte w segment pomiędzy ich sąsiadami a restauracją – co było plusem. Nikt nie zwracał uwagi na wąski domek, a zamiast tego zwracano uwagę na miejsce, w którym można zjeść tanio i smacznie. Wzrok przechodniów jakoś zawsze prześlizgiwał się po murze budynku, bo nie było tam nic godnego uwagi. Audrey to odpowiadało..:Powodz:. in Short Stories More Like This
"Dowódca Straży" był tytułem umownym. W Porcie nie było nigdy żadnej straży, a Sebastian pełnił jedynie funkcję ochroniarza burmistrza miasta. Cahilla nazywano "Dowódcą Straży", bo jego praca przypominała funkcję trójki Dowódców z Trzech Miast. Zupełnie jakby chciano uzależnić Port od jednego z Miast.
.:16 Elementow:.2bRozdział 2b.:16 Elementow:.2b in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wspólnie zjedli śniadanie, składające się głównie z resztek pozostawionych na stole. Tanel męczył swoją kanapkę z szynką... wędliną... jakimś mięsem. Nie miał apetytu. Zerkał na Bernarda, który siedział obok niego i chyba nie mógłby mieć lepszego nastroju.
-Czy podasz mi udko, drogi kuzynie? – spytał, uśmiechając się lekko.
-Masz dzisiaj dobry dzień, co? – Tanel podał mu talerzyk. – Czemu?
-Powiedzmy po prostu, że dzisiaj zaczynamy grę i nie mogę być bardziej podekscytowany.
Wolpir spojrzał na swojego brata, siedzącego naprzeciwko. Twarz Reijo nie wyrażała wiele emocji – był zajęty jedzeniem. Gizella, siedząca po lewej stronie Bernarda, westchnęła ciężko. Tanel nie mógł na nią patrzeć, bo gdy by
Smok w Phoenix:.4Rozdział 4Smok w Phoenix:.4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Charlie Thomson obudziła się i przeciągnęła, szeroko ziewając.
Nadal trochę zaspana powlokła się do szafy. Miała całkiem dobry humor. Zakończenie roku. Dzień na który czekała. Niedługo wyjedzie z Phoenix na spotkanie swojego ojca. Nareszcie. To niesprawiedliwe, że rok szkolny jest dłuższy od wakacji. Powinno być na odwrót. ...albo chociaż rok szkolny i wakacje powinny być tej samej długości. Tak byłoby sprawiedliwie. Zamiast tego musiała czekać bardzo długo, by wyrwać się z tego miasta.
Czasami ją to irytowało. Przywykła już do Phoenix. Ale tu... nie działo się nic ciekawego.
Fiodor nie omieszkał wspomnieć Loxamusowi o WSZYSTKIM. Całkiem niezły partner z tego Fiodora. Super się z nim pracowało. Po prostu super.
Loxamus nie wyglądał
Sparrow:.Roz 24Rozdział 24 FormalnościSparrow:.Roz 24 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cody prowadził Przełożonego oraz całe rodzeństwo White'ów do swojego gabinetu w Kwaterze Głównej. Pomieszczenie to było naprzeciwko głównego wejścia, więc nie szli zbyt długo. Cała szóstka znalazła się wkrótce w gabinecie McCooka. Był to całkiem spory, ładnie urządzony pokój. Naprzeciwko dębowego biurka stało krzesło, a przed kominkiem kilka foteli.
-Siadajcie, rozgośćcie się, zrobię wam herbaty. mruknął Cody nieco roztrzepanym tonem.
Zajęli niepewnie fotele, patrząc jak wilkołak nastawia wodę. Po chwili usiadł za swoim biurkiem, szperając po szufladach, aż w końcu znalazł to czego szukał dla Adalberta był to jedynie stos papierów.
Nagle do gabinetu wszedł Jack Wolfgang,
.:16 Elementow:.2aRozdział 2a.:16 Elementow:.2a in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kiedy otworzył oczy, absolutnie nic go nie swędziało. Nic nie szeptało mu do ucha. Był sam, w ciemnościach. Wśród gwiazd. Usiadł i wyprostował nogi. Było tu cicho i spokojnie. Cała ta przestrzeń należała do niego. Mógł zrobić, co zechciał. Wstał i poszedł szukać opcji. Jakiegoś wyboru, którego mógłby dokonać. Ale im dłużej szedł, tym bardziej rozumiał, że to bezcelowe. Niczego tu nie znajdzie. To pusty świat.
-Bez sensu! – krzyknął. Nie było echa. – Nic tu nie ma!
-Ale może być.
-Kimś, kto opiekował się tobą od początku twoich narodzin.
-Nikt się mną nigdy nie opiekował. Próbowali, ale tylko z poczucia obowiązku. Kłamiesz.
Poczuł ruch przy swoim lewym uchu. Odwrócił si&
.:16 Elementow:.1cRozdział 1c.:16 Elementow:.1c in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Uważała siebie za ekspertkę od miłości, chociaż nigdy nie miała chłopaka. Spędzała za to całe dnie na bieganie po lesie. Znała już każde drzewo, każdą nierówność, każdą przeszkodę, na którą musiała uważać podczas biegu. Uważała, że takie biegi po łonie natury są bardzo romantyczne. I że wszyscy jej zazdroszczą. Czego mogliby jej zazdrościć? Wszystkiego.
Miała perfekcyjnie ułożone zielone włosy, spod których wystawała para słodkich różków. Miała błękitne oczy, ze źrenicami w szparki jak u wampirów. Miała szpiczaste uszy, ostre ząbki i nimfie piegi. Zgrabne kopytka zamiast stóp i uroczy kozi ogonek. Ophee Daley była po prostu idealną dziewczyną.
A co, jeśli kto
.:Lampy i Butelki:.Roz 1Rozdział 1 – Problemy bez rozwiązań.:Lampy i Butelki:.Roz 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gladys Armstrong siedziała na całkiem wygodnym pieńku, popijając ziołową herbatę. Obok niej, na trawie, rozłożyła się jej koleżanka, Lucy, natomiast jej druga znajoma, Aga, usadowiła się na mchu, opierając się plecami o drzewo. Wszystkie trzymały niewielkie porcelanowe filiżaneczki. Aga była alseidą, Lucy centaurem, natomiast Gladys mieszańcem – pół wampirem, pół nimfą. Nie wiedziała za wiele o swoim pochodzeniu, ale była pewna tego, kim jest teraz.
-A co tam słychać u Felli? – spytała Aga, kontynuując rozmowę.
-Uroczy maluch. – raczyła dodać Lucy.
-Nie jest już znowu taki mały... – Gladys uśmiechnęła się. – W tym roku kończy dwadzieścia lat. A wydaje się, jakby to było wczor
.:Koniczyna:.Śmierdziało stęchlizną..:Koniczyna:. in Short Stories More Like This
Zapaliły się lampy, oświetlając korytarz wyłożony białymi kafelkami.
Dwie postacie, ubrane w ciemny golf i przetarte dżinsy, ruszyły przed siebie. Wilkołak i wampirzyca. Bardzo sobie bliscy. W Trójkącie zniesiono zakaz takich związków całkiem niedawno, ale moralnie wciąż było to dosyć krępujące.
Po obu stronach korytarza, na wszystkich piętrach, widniały dziesiątki drzwi. We wszystkich budynkach było ich chyba kilkanaście setek. Musieli sprawdzić każde pomieszczenie. Ktoś musiał to zrobić, a Wtajemniczeni nie mogli, bo już ich nie było. Cody McCook zlecił to Harveyowi Sadusky'emu, a Sadusky wysłał do każdego laboratorium po dwie osoby. On, oraz panna White, postanowili osobiści
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
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
The Pirate CharterThe Pirate Charter:The Pirate Charter in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This charter has been set-up for the purpose of outlining the rules, core values and purpose of the Black Fedora Pirates crew, as well as setting up its system of governance. It has been officially updated as of the 18th of January 2013 and has been divided into sections represented by the Roman numeral in the section heading.
i. Joining up with the Pirates
While it might seem strange that Pirates should have rules, it is discipline that leads to true freedom. Many of you have all read of my darker past; and certainly those that know something of it might agree that things have to change. I believe that as Captain Chenbeard, I would like to change that. Buried is the past and yawning ahead is the future. For that reason, I will be altering the means by which we sign up as pirates.
I have no doubts that I've made many new friends in my time here and gained many new fans. However, I can only sail with my closest of nakama (companions) to prevent the past
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:The Good Critic's Guide in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a manner that will allow them to be rated as a good critic.
Note: Before reading on, take note that this guide is only for literary works as I have no experience judging visual art and therefore cannot create a rating scale for those.
II. The Purpose of a Critique:
The first question that we must ask ourselves is this: "Why does an individu
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
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
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
Struggling at LifeStruggling at Life:Struggling at Life in Free Verse More Like This
We're reaching out for stars
In the depths of the night.
We're struggling at bars
Shut away from the light!
I've seen the way we act
When we are fighting for our lives.
But we're killing all our brothers
On the point of our knives.
I've seen the violence
Spewing from the poorest of peaks.
We are the rats, caged up
In the darkness we seek-
A little path, a little home;
Just a place to call our own.
Everything we ever tried
Try to win before I die.
Hopeless, lost; shot from the skies
I am the martyr, burned for the sin of their lies.
I am the people, screaming for the justice be served
I am the sound that you hear; cause I give you the nerve!
You gotta rise up, stride up, ready to go,
And I will tell you how to do this from your head to your toe.
Don't let anybody tell you that you ain't what you're worth,
Every child born, we are the soul of the earth.
Now look upon the world and see the morning sun rise,
You stare into the light, there's the heat in your eyes
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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
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
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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
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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."
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
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You regretted letting him stay.
He would sleep during the day and go out all night. Partying recklessly, then coming home drunk.
It was like a stupid love song.
The kind you hated.
"I'm going out." You glared at Francis's back as he left.
You waited until you heard his car pull out of the driveway. Lunging for the phone, you tripped over a pair of his stupid dress shoes.
The asshole left clothing all over the place.
You dialed the familiar number, not bothering to get up off the floor.
Arthur had become the only person you felt safe talking to about Francis. Sure Elizabeta and Felix tried to help, but their solution always ended with them wanting to beat Francis up.
You were tempted to let them.
"How can I help you, love?" You sighed into the phone.
"How do I get him to leave?" You had asked this question many times before. Arthur never got impatient, he understoo
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Today was your birthday, it was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, kinda. But today, you were feeling more worried than, happy.
Your boyfriend was acting strange. You glanced at Alfred out of the corner of your eye and frowned. He was fidgeting again, his clear blue eyes darting around.
"What's wrong Alfie?" Normal he laughed when he heard the nickname you had given him, not today. Instead, he jumped like someone had given him an electric shock.
"Um....stomach ache or something." He looked away from you, shoving his hands in his pockets and slouching further into the couch cushions.
"D'awwww. What did you eat today?" Resting your head on his shoulder, you patted his abdomen lightly. He flinched slightly, then gave you a shaky smile.
"Food." Your frown deepened. Normally he gave you a complete list of everything, it was a wonder he could remember everything.
Your eyes narrowed. Alf
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The doorbell wouldn't stop ringing.
You pulled your pillow over your head. There was no way you were going to answer it.
The doorbell stopped. For a few minutes it was silent. You let out a little sigh of relief.
Whoever it was started pounding on the door.
Getting up, you grabbed a can of pepper spray. But you knew you wouldn't need it.
You had a pretty good idea who it was. He always came around this time of night.
Opening the front door, you stepped back as a familiar figure stumbled in, wine on his breath.
"What do you want Francis?"
The Frenchman grinned, his cerulean blue eyes slightly glazed over. You raised and eyebrow at his crumpled shirt and the mud staining the hem of his pant legs.
"How drunk are you?" You tapped the pepper spray can against your leg.
Francis just stood there, grinning. He had a bright red mark on his cheek and a scratch near his left eye.
You scowled. "How many bottles did you drink?"
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Where the hell where you? You sighed and looked at the scrap of paper for what felt like the hundredth time in an hour.
You hadn't passed any of the streets listed on here. How the hell did you always get lost? You could use a frickin' GPS and still get lost.
Crumbling the paper, you tossed it into the nearest trash can, completely giving up. Better to find the nearest hotel and ask for directions in the morning, it was getting dark out.
You walked quickly down the maze of streets slowly becoming disoriented.
Stopping at the mouth of an alley, you stopped panting slightly. These were all office buildings, no hotels in sight.
A muffled yelp came from above. You frowned and looked up.
One of the large office window exploded outwards, two men falling to the pavement below. You stepped back in surprise, shaking slightly.
There was a brief struggle, you had trouble seeing what was happening, the alley was to dark.
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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
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
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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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
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
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
Choices- Ch2Arthur looked on with a horrified expression. Hurt and anger filled his emerald eyes as he watched the love of his life kiss another man. He couldn't believe they hadn't noticed him yet.Choices- Ch2 in Drama More Like This
"Alfred...?" he asked slowly. He wanted to pinch himself and wake up from the nightmare. He wanted to wake up beside his Alfred and everything would be all right.
Alfred and the other man pulled away from each other quickly as though something had stung them. The American looked over to his boyfriend with an expression that would only convey fright.
"Arthur! I can explain, I swear!"
"Oh, can you now?" Arthur asked; his tone dipped in venom. The sheer anger in his eyes was enough to make the American wince.
"Just let me explain, please..." Alfred begged. Arthur shook his head; he'd trusted him. He'd trusted him with his feelings and he'd lowered his defences. He'd exposed his heart to man he loved, only to have to stamped on mercilessly and left to decay.
Looks like you made the wrong choice yet agai
To Help A FriendAlfred was used to Arthur's drinking binges. He was used to walking to the pub and carrying the near-unconscious British man and helping him sober up.To Help A Friend in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred was used to going to the pub to find Arthur, not the side of the road.
As he walked down the street, he had to squint to make sure he was seeing correctly. He picked up his pace a little and was now jogging towards the man with unruly blond hair. Said man was sprawled out on the path and was currently talking to himself.
This was just fabulous. Absolutely fabulous.
As Alfred slowed to a walk once more he could see that the other nation was shivering a little. Well, this was just great. He didn't know how long Arthur had been out here and he didn't even know why. Was he kicked out of a pub? Had he come here on his own free will?
Alfred looked down at the man's hand and saw a bottle of rum that was half empty. So that explains it.
"Arthur?" The American nation stopped and knelt beside the other and frowned a lit
Of Heroes and Villains- Ch13Arthur didn't want to admit it. There was no way on this earth would he admit it. Nothing could make him say it. Not a chance.Of Heroes and Villains- Ch13 in Romance More Like This
And yet, here he was brooding in his cabin with doubt playing at the back of his mind.
Alfred kissed him. Alfred kissed him and he liked it. His face turned red at the memory of Alfred's lips against his own. It wasn't as though he'd never kissed anyone before! He'd had his fair share of... experiences, and he knew how to kiss. It was just... he'd never kissed someone that he actually liked before.
Yes, he liked Alfred back. He was just too stubborn to admit it.
They had seen the way he looked at the American. They'd seen the way Arthur softened up around him. They knew he acted differently around him and there was no denying that he liked him. They were determined to tear down his defences and let Alfred in, no matter what.
Arthur looked at the pink fairy from his desk and he sighed lightly. The fairy placed her small hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at
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The first thing that greeted Arthur when he woke up was a pounding headache. He knew in an instant that this hang-over wouldn't be pleasant; they never were, but he hadn't had one like this for years.
Fuck, just what did he drink last night?
He let out a small puff of air and wrinkled his nose at the stench of stale beer, vomit and cigarette smoke. Great, he'd quit smoking years ago and if this meant he would start again then he wasn't going to be very happy.
This was by no means suggesting that he was happy to begin with.
Arthur raised a hand to his eyes and rubbed away the sleep and he blinked. The blurriness of the room was starting to fade and he started to notice the interior's features, and that was when he realised he didn't recognize any of them. Where the hell was he anyway?
He realised he was lying in a bed and his face flushed. He cautiously lifted up the bed sheets and saw that he was completely naked. Shit.
He looked around the room to see various
Of Heroes and Villains- Ch3The pirate that had hold of Matthew was too strong for the Canadian to make his escape. He struggled against the vice grip of the pirate but with no avail. Usually invisible to others, he wondered why this pirate would choose to capture him now.Of Heroes and Villains- Ch3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
This really wasn't the time to think about this but now Matthew really wished that he was still invisible to others, and then maybe this would have turned out differently.
Matthew managed to escape when his brother Alfred challenged the pirate. He hid behind some crated and prayed to all the gods that he knew, that he wouldn't be caught again. He watched his brother with fearful eyes and his eyes grew wider when the pirate was stabbed. He smiled (after his heartbeat had calmed slightly) and was about to move from his position until that moment where he saw his brother being knocked out by someone that Matthew couldn't really see. His or her face was hidden.
Matthew gasped quietly, wanting to go help his brother but Alfred was dragged away befor
Of Heroes and Villains- Ch9Matthew was confused.Of Heroes and Villains- Ch9 in Fan Fiction More Like This
After his encounter with Gilbert, he was finding it hard to work out whether he was helping him or whether he just wanted a bitch for the week. Matthew decided on the latter.
He looked ahead and watched Ludwig in front of him. Didn't Gilbert say they were brothers? He didn't know the German language very well but there was no mistaking what he meant. If it was the case, they were so different! In both looks and personality. Ludwig acted as though he were older than Gilbert even though there must have been a good couple of years between them.
Matthew snapped out of his train of thought when Ludwig came to a stop and withdrew a bunch of keys from his pocket. Matthew watched him as he began to find the key he needed and he eventually opened the door. He stepped inside and Matthew followed him to see that the room was bigger than the previous room he'd rested in and there were hammocks instead of beds. There were two windows on the other side of the room that looked o
Of Heroes and Villains- Ch6Matthew had certainly taken Feliciano's advice and rested up well. He sat by the window and watched as the sky darkened and the sea became calmer. He smiled; the sunset was always so pretty.Of Heroes and Villains- Ch6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a knock on the door and a certain Italian poked his head inside the cabin, "Ve~ Are you ready to speak to the captain?"
Matthew turned his gaze to Feliciano and nodded, "Yes, I guess so."
Feliciano beamed and opened the door a little more, "Follow me!" he skipped away and Matthew had no choice but to catch up. He heaved himself up from his place by the window and followed the Italian down the hall.
They walked for a few minutes, Feliciano telling Matthew about his friend Ludwig, who also worked on the ship too. So far, Matthew hadn't seen anyone. Feliciano was the only one to check on him.
"And Ludwig is so cool~ he's so strong and nice and kind and he looks after me and he's " Feliciano continued and Matthew had kind of blanked him out by now. He just nodded and answered whenever he
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
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?
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because I want to feel you
in my wheezing, useless lungs
not just a craving
a desperate need
in the physical urge
to breathe you in,
make your mystical secrets
a part of my body.
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
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
Broken Sleep, Red LipstickI am only an insomniac when it rains. The pitter patter of the raindrops reminds me of the pitter patter of cat paws.Broken Sleep, Red Lipstick in Free Verse More Like This
(He liked to sleep at my feet when I could barely think, just to make me feel better. I think you used to tell him to.)
I wish I could wrap your memories around my spine and wear them as a backbone, because they are stronger than the arch my broken spined back seems to have developed of late.
(Spines are oddly brittle, and a lot like wrists. Easy to break and forever to heal.)
But I cannot depend of any of that anymore. So I wear red lipstick and high heels and go to parties and tell strangers how amazing they are to be wearing red lipstick and high heels and how different they must be to come to this party instead of the other one.
(All because you would hate parties and think nightlife is so stupid.)
It is what I do with my insomnia. Because my spineless back, the memories of you incessantly looped in my sleeplessly addled brain and the raindrops
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Another Language called EnglishI took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.Another Language called English in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my d
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. 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. 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.
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 pt. 44~~~What have I become?~~~Murdocx2D story pt. 44 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Almost months has passed since the nightmares ended. 2D was a bit more stable, but he was still frightened. What if Satan was right and Murdoc didn't love him? What if. What if. What if. Those two small words haunted him. Each time they passed in the halls, they wouldn't even speak. They were far too busy with the album. They had just released it. Danger Mouse was really a great help for the album. Interviews were being requested and fan letters were coming in at full pace. Back to popularity.
Finally, it was getting tiring. 2D wanted to spend time with Murdoc, even if it was only for a moment.
After gathering his melodica, 2D headed down to the carpark, yawning. Tired. His senses were heightened, so he could smell and hear everything. The echoes in the hall, the birds chirping outside, Murdoc's stereo turned up. "..." He turned to see the Winnebago's lights were on. "Hm."&
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18~~~~~December 24, ( 8 weeks and 2 days later)~~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D wandered around the halls of Kong, entering the lobby, singing out 'Deck the Halls' into the empty room. " 's da season to be jolly!" Looking around the decorations lining the walls, he felt happy that Murdoc gave in to celebrating Christmas. He usually did though, as long as there were lots of presents, which there were. 2D happily did most of the shopping online, buying Murdoc some new shirts that he'd like as well as a nice pair of cuban heels, since his others were faded out. His gifts to Noodle consisted of Japanese candy, Powerpuff Girls night gown, and a Pikachu plushie. Russel shopped for himself, so he didn't need to get anything for him. While the singer was pondering his gift decisions, he hadn't notice Murdoc right in front of him and nearly bumped into him, hadn't it been for Murdoc putting a hand on his shoulder first. "Wo-Oh! 'ey M
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 26Artist's comments: School sucks and hooray for skipping.Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~4 weeks later~~~
A lot had been going on around Kong in the past month. Most of the time, 2D was ordering Murdoc to pick up trash that lay all over the floor. The bassist yelled at 2D about it, saying that he simply didn't want to do it.
Both ended up fighting verbally. But it never got physical. It either ended in sleeping in opposite rooms or just making out to apologize to one another.
2D usually ended up sleeping alone with Lucinda while Murdoc took breaks to the bar.
Rehearsals went on the same, although, either Murdoc or 2D left or didn't come sometimes, which got on Noodle and Russel's nerves.
2D was walking down the hall, vacuuming. "Stupid, Murdoc. Always bein' lazy...m'gonna give'im a piece of meh mind..." He growled and cleaned the carpet up. "Ugh. So much trash.." The singer whined. "Dis place'll nevah be clean!" He laughed and tossed another can of beer in
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 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
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
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 96-AUThe Mastermind and The Thief-Ch 96-AU in General Fiction More Like This
10 year old Padriac Ratigan was walking home when he was attacked by a group of teenaged mice. They first just called him names and then they jumped him. They threw him to the ground and started to kick him, as he cried and called him names.
“Get away from him, you gits!”
Suddenly, the mice were crying out in pain and Ratigan saw rocks were being thrown at them. The mice yelled and scream until they finally ran away. Ratigan shakily got up as someone ran up to him.
“Are you ok?”
He looked to the side and saw a five year old female mouse with different colored eyes and an over sized cap, brown curls peeking out. Next to her was a brown rat around his age, his brown eyes looking at him with sympathy.
“I’m…fine.” He said hesitantly, stumbling a bit, making the two catch him.
“Who are you?” he asked
“I’m Isabelle.” The mouse said, then pointing to the rat, “This is my brother, Tommy.”
Little Conquerors: Ch 13-Old HurtRatigan was working his office when he heard a timid knock at the door. He said a come in and watched as Lizzie shuffled in. He frowned at her somber demeanor.Little Conquerors: Ch 13-Old Hurt in General Fiction More Like This
“Elizabeth, what is the matter?” he asked, making her look up.
“I…think I did a bad thing.”
Ratigan frowned deepened as he patted his lap, watching as she came to him and sat on his lap.
“Now, my dear, what did you mean when you did a bad thing?”
Lizzie hesitated, but then sighed.
“Miss Penelope from upstairs is having a baby and her tummy is really beg, yes?”
He nodded, showing he understands.
“So, I went to Isa and asked her why don’t you and her have a baby.”
Ratigan’s chest constricted and he sighed. He could only imagine Isabelle’s reaction.
“She then got really sad.” Lizzie continued, “Why I made her sad?”
Ratigan took a deep breath and looked at Lizzie.
“Elizabeth. You didn’t hurt her. You see…Is
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.
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
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.“
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
Let's fetz - Gegen die MonsterKirscheDie Geräusche des Hubschraubers dröhnten allen in den Ohren. Mitten auf der Fläche, die normalerweise für abwurfbereite Transportgüter gedacht war, standen drei Frauen: Eine im Rock, eine im Superheldenanzug und mit Cape und eine mit Frack und Zylinder.Let's fetz - Gegen die MonsterKirsche in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Und warum sind wir noch mal hier?", schrie sie die beiden anderen Personen an, um gegen den Lärm anzukämpfen.
Weil wir den Bösewicht aufhalten müssen, der die Weltherrschaft an sich reißen will!", antwortet die Person mit Cape, nicht minder schreiend.
Der Klassiker halt", ergänzt die Frau im Frack lachend.
Was? Was hast du gesagt? Der Hubschrauber ist so laut!"
Ich sagte: Das ist der Klassiker!"
Okay, so weit habe ich das jetzt verstanden", teilte Cindy, die Frau im Rock, den anderen mit. Und was mache ich hier?"
Du hilfst uns!", kam prompt die Antwort.
Und wenn ich nicht will?"
Just in diesem Augenblick öffnete sich pl
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
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
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
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
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