I'm in Your Dreams 1Slap. Slap. Slap. The steel-toed combat boots hit the ground hard as the teen raced down the street, black trench-coat billowing behind him.More Like This
"I'm coming to get youuuuu!!!" A voice called out behind him.
Dib cursed and threw himself to the ground, narrowly avoiding the laser that was aimed at his head. The violet ray hit a lamp-post and disintegrated it. A high pitched laughter filled the air as Zim fired another shot at him.
The raven-haired teen climbed to his feet and took off running again, leaping over an over-turned trash can. Another laser beam hit a wall next to him.
"Zim!! What the hell did you do with the people?!" Dib yelled as he rounded a corner, after all he was in the heart of the city, you think someone would be around...amber eyes scanned the dark windows, "Nyah!" he tripped over the curb and fell, the pavement grazing the pale skin of his hands. As he started to pull himself up, cold metal arms flipped him over and pinned him.
"Filthy-Earth worm," Zim sneered, the meta
DownfallMore Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
GrowingThe friends I had,More Like This
the memories we shared,
the lessons we learned,
the persons who cared.
Words gone unsaid,
the lives drifting apart,
my school life ending,
my true life given start.
Regret growing inside,
of the words left unspoken,
the lives I wished to touch,
my heart torn and broken.
Those friends so far away,
distant and grown mature,
my memories beginning to fade,
the life of my childhood a blur.
A familiar smile,
comes in to view,
my eyes begin to open,
thank God, it's you.
I saw an AngelI saw an Angel.More Like This
No, he wasn't abnormally beautiful with gorgeous blond locks, nor did his eyes shine as bright as the Caspian sea. He didn't have wings either, nor did he wear clothing adorned in white that shined brighter than the sun itself.
He was as plain as I was, perhaps even plainer. Though blond, his hair wasn't brilliant, in fact, it was dirty and matted. He wasn't the picture of perfection either, in fact, he was the opposite.
Pale and thin, dirty and uncared for, I saw him in the alley with a needle stuck in his arm.
A dose of heroine destroyed him, spoiled him...but I still saw an angel.
Perhaps it was the smile he gave me, when I gave him fifty cents go buy some cigarettes.
Perhaps it was the way his dull eyes looked at me, lost and distant....alone.
Perhaps it was the way they screamed, “I'm still human”.
I saw an Angel.
She stood at the corner of the street, striking a pose for all to see.
There in the Red Light District, beautiful and elaborated with m
My Perfect Distraction (DavidxD Fanfiction)It's been years.More Like This
It's been years, now, and David Hoover still couldn't get the gruesome image of out of his mind. It brought chills to his spine.
That monster. It's uneasy gaze, it's terrible, upside-down smile, it's tilted body.
A deformed man. A disturbed man. A man that still continues to chase him to this very day, even if in his nightmares.
That amused man. That swift man.
That mysterious man.
That deadly man.
That crooked man.
It still haunted him to this very day, and most likely always would. But that was alright. We all have our fears...David Hoover's was just...
a tad bit more...unique, if you'd like to describe it in that way. After the many close encounters with the strange beast, David had eventually
given up on his quest to find the former owner to the new apartment of which he had recently moved into, and decided to go back to his ordinary
days, days which he did not plan on spending in that horrid hell that is supposed to be an apartment. Instead he found a new place, w
Smoception - A Smosh fanfic Chapter 14More Like This
Chapter 14: A trip to the library and the bathroom
“Wow…” Billy said in awe as his eyes roll around the library “never really thought the library would be this big…”
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Why? You’ve never been in here before?”
“I guess I’ve been here a couple of times before, but that was a long time ago, back when I was still going to school” he looked at me and shrugged, “Timmy would always drag me here whenever we had homework.”
“And that was back then when I didn’t have a computer and/or internet.” Timmy butted as we all walked across the library.
Billy was still rolling his head around to look across the whole library. “The library has gotten a lot bigger since the last time I came here. Why would there be this many books in such a small town?”
1 The Virus / 2 The Plan - Monsters Within FanficMore Like This
Chapter 1 The Virus
Scene: the skool classroom
Dib is bored out of his mind. He's tapping his fingers on his desk, staring into space, drooling a little. It is late afternoon and the day has been dragging.
He looks outside. The sun is dipping lower in the sky but the day still hasn't ended.
Ms Bitters is ranting and raving about, what else, DOOM. Her favourite subject. Dib keeps tuning in and out of it, but it's going something like this:
We are all DOOMed, each in our own individual DOOMed ways. A lot of us - most of you DOOMed children, I DARE say - will be destroyed by the monsters of DOOM that this filthy world creates to prey on innocence. More intellectual types may be destroyed by the monsters of DOOM that exist within their minds. Either way, monsters of DOOM will come for you, each and every one...
That's enough of that. Dib sighs audibly. A spitball hits him in the back of the head and he grimaces. How much longer can he survive? So, as a means of entertainm