Sailor Helga - Chapter 1Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or Sailormoon. Hey Arnold! is owned by Nickelodeon and created by Craig Bartlett. Sailormoon is owned/created by Naoko Takeuchi.More Like This
"Arnold," said Helga into the darkness. "I know that I make fun of you I know that I call you a football-head and a klutz and I know that on the outside, I may seem pushy and overbearing, and overall just a really mean person but on the inside, I'm really not all that bad. I don't hate you quite the contrary I like you, I mean, I like you like you heck, as a matter of fact, I guess you could say that I'm deeply, deeply in lo-"
Helga woke up. She then turned off her alarm clock before groaning and sitting up in her bed, in her room.
"It was just a dream," sighed Helga despondently as she pulled out her locket from under her pillow and gazed at it longingly. "Some day, my love some day..."
After getting dressed, Helga trudged d
Waiting for Pyramid Head"Horror is truth, unflinching and honest."More Like This
-Kealan Patrick Burke
The creature stands tall, taller than most men, well over six feet in height. Muscled, scarred, looming, and yet his posture suggests indifference. That somehow is far worse than obvious menace.
His apparel is a long, stitched up robe with no arms. It's fabric's color is nearly indeterminable as it is totally filthy-- covered with dirt and gore. The most prevalent feature is his mask, his long metal pointed pyramid-shaped helmet that totally hides any humanity the miscreation could possess. The metal of the pyramid is black mesh, rusted and blood-scabbed, the long point coming down to mid-chest. There is a long bolt in the back that secures the iron executioner's cowl to his skull.
With one hand he holds a Great Knife or a long spear. The knife he drags on the ground; the screech of steel on cement heralds his approach.
He is Self-Loathing and Self-Fear. He is Guilt made man
Letters"I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of."More Like This
Dear Batman (or may I call you Bruce?),
I felt like I had to write to you. You are an inspiration to me, and I don't know who else talk to about this.
It's not really fair for me to write to you, since I know you are busy in your quest to preserve the spirit of Gotham, and I am writing you, knowing so much about you while you know nothing about me. I don't even live anywhere near Gotham.
I suppose I warrant a little introduction. I am a college student aspiring to be a novelist. I have just one more semester to finish school.
That sounds so flat in comparison to a person like you-- a brilliant, successful billionaire businessman who has dedicated his life to combating crime in the depressed, corrupt city of Gotham. You are part warrior, part detective, part inventor. You are brilliant and dangerous. I'm nothing like you.
And yet, I feel lik
A Glass Darkly - Part 1"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face; now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known."More Like This
-1 Corinthians 13:12
"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"
-Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
"In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room. The very first thing she did was to look whether there was a fire in the fireplace, and she was quite pleased to find that there was a real one, blazing away as brightly as the one she had left behind. 'So I shall be as warm here as I was in the old room,' thought Alice: 'warmer, in fact, because there'll be no one here to scold me away from the fire. Oh, what fun it'll be, when they see me through the glass in here, and can't get at me!' "
-Lewis Carroll, Through the
A Glass Darkly - Part 2My mother was being abused in the kitchen. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as Papa forced her to tear up the job applications, screaming at her like a madman. She tore up the papers with freshly broken fingers. It made me physically ill to watch, and in the back of my awareness I realized the mirror peephole into the other world would be back already, so I immediately turned from the scene I had walked in on to return to my room.More Like This
I crammed fingers into my ears to try to top up the sounds of my mother's pain as I fled.
The scene that met me through the mirror filled me with both unexplainable terror and hollowness.
There was no little girl in the room.
The door was closed, and the room felt like a miniature ghost town, with the rusty sourness and the dull lifelessness. For some reason, as I peered through my mirror into the room, it felt to me almost as if nobody had ever lived there, in spite of all the signs of life.
In a surge of despair
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A sad, sad day has just awoke.
Pray its a nightmare, say it's not real.
But a broken heart is what you'll feel.
No goodbyes, there's just not time.
To express your pain, there's just no rhyme.
Your heart aches, like a black hole
You wonder if you anymore have a soul.
You love him, that much is clear.
He never knew, he'll never hear.
He's gone away...
stripped from your life forever.
A hand played by destiny that it thinks is so clever.
Fated to hurt, meant to pine
I wish I could call that dear man mine
With his sweet lips
and his tender caress...
His silky black hair, always a mess.
Eyes so dark
Like the space between a star
Body so lithe
So lean and so sinful
I would kill for just one more day.
A day to run my fingers through his soft, velvety hair.
A day to nibble on his sweet, succulent lips.
Just a whisper in his ear
Something sweet for him to hear.
Three words for him and him alone.
And I'd say it while we're alone.
Knowing his sweet sp
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I always heard the saying "Love is like a deer searching for water in a dry and thirsty land."
I never truly understood it until I saw him...
He had sandy blonde hair, with piercing blue eyes. He gets into trouble alot, and I know it sounds corny, but I know somewhere deep down he actually...Wait! No, I cannot believe I almost said he is a good person. I mean, he's always wasting class time, he's extremely loud, a troublemaker, and you don't like him. But I keep thinking to myself 'So maybe he doesn't have manners, and says things without thinking. But don't all boys do that at some point in their life?'
In spite of all the bad things he does, there's alot of good things about him as well..
This was ninth grade. A whole new year. He looked like he actually cared about school. he got answers right in class, didn't miss much, and he turned his homework in. This couldn't be the same person that didn't care about his grades last year. That was what we all assumed since he failed eig
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Erosion had taken its toll on the old castle, its frigid walls now loomed grey as the village eyesore. It had been in countless battles over the many hundred years past. Surviving through the fire, swords and canons was only the beginning, now it must stand to fight another day. Many slaves, including Lee, have been forced to rejuvenate the castle but whats done is done. One day this castle will fall Lee thought as he followed his fair headed friend through the doors.
Gaara waited until Lee was inside before subduing the winds harsh howl by forcing the door closed. They had to be quick but silent before others caught them like this. Lee looked how a slave was supposed to look, clothes torn, dirty and body covered in lesions but Gaara, as a Prince, was still unclean from the barn events. The red head had to remain focused. First thing first was to get his friend the medical care he needed and the prince knew exactly where to go.
GaaLee LeeGaa Story IIA silky arm freed the waist of the older boy and Lee let out a silent sigh of relief, thinking it was all over. Oh contrarie, Gaara was just getting started. He gently pressed a pale hand against Lees skin, taking in the feeling of the hard flesh. He slowly wondered and caressed each part of the muscular torso before sneakily sliding lower to the boys waistline. The slave yelped at the intimate touch but could not allow this to go on any further. In desperation, he grabbed for the pale slender wrist, foreboding it to sink any lower.More Like This
The prince glared death at the slave before seeing the fearful expression painted in the onyx eyes. Lee knew, no matter how horrendous the order may be, physically or verbally, he should NEVER stop royalty from doing it! Lee was too afraid to speak, too afraid to remove his clenched fingers from the wrist. He closed his eyes fiercely, awaiting his punishment. A kick, a punch, a curse? Anything! His head twitched slightly at the feeling of a hand
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Sun settled night sealed the skies in death and sin. The futile era strained from the stagnant swamp it was built upon, not much has changed. The village of Suna was cursed with the infecting sight of rusted shacks which descended a vile illness on its citizens. Nature was lost from the town which fell prey to their own demons. The town remained silent as the first breath of winter sprinkled the village with gray frost. Viciously evil cold condemned the air to no more than icy breeze. Through all this, the village slept soundly at night, enjoying the bliss of freedom only felt in their dreams.
Within this toxin village holds their keeper, their king, who sees that the people live to hold another day. An ugly monstrosity towers over Suna like an immense stone cave. His castle, and all those dwelled inside too slumbered the night away. Almost all...
The boy, Lee, aged 15 worked inside the stuffy enclosed farm tending to his k