Lack-EsteemShut up. Just shut up.Lack-Esteem by VoxMagi
You are not needed. So go,
And don't look back. Ever.
NostalgiaThe first time my fingersNostalgia by DylanSeto
Sailed across your shorelines
was magical. It felt like I was running
through the past and pulling memories
from way back. But even nostalgia
eventually becomes useless and mundane.
A chore to hide the bitterness
With sour kisses and cheap perfume.
We lived our lives in New York minutes;
Being wasted was never time wasted,
We survived for a while
on fake laughs and ganja cookies.
But like everything; like with everyone else,
Within an instant,
I made you breakfast,
and was gone.
Here's to those who are hurting You're not poison ivy and you're not crushed mimosa, you're not a history of screwed ups and let downs, you're not choked hazard with nothing else to give. You're not his or hers or theirs to be tugged and pulled around by their selfish and egocentric whims and your future is certainly not on their leash. You don't combust into flames and extinguish into ashes on the click of their fingers, so breathe and relax. You don't owe anyone anything and you certainly are not their definition of damaged cassette tapes.Here's to those who are hurting by Milk-and-Pie
Tell anyone who had ever told you that you're not gritted teeth and clenched fist to screw off because you had been inhaling vile smoke and your lungs are turning black and your kidneys are rebelling into cement and stones and you are in the middle of pitfalls and booby traps and all you have are wrong wrong wrong advices that made you cry until your bones f
Loving Those Who Overthink or Are DepressedLoving Those Who Overthink, Are Depressed, or Hate ThemselvesLoving Those Who Overthink or Are Depressed by SarcasticCupcake5
(Or a Guide to Handling Your Cupcake)
1) No matter how many times it's necessary, argue. Every time they vent about how hideous, worthless, or moronic they think they are, fight it. Day in and day out, no matter how much they don't believe you, they still want to hear it. They need it, but they won't ask for it.
Maybe once and a while you don't want to start a full on debate. Simply tell them, if they don't tell you, that you don't want to fight again. Just tell them they already know you think they are amazing and move on to talk about more pleasant things.
2) Try not to leave them upset. Chances are, if they are already upset, it'll just get worse once you leave. If you care enough, they will be smiling before they can stop themselves. It's a five minute effort, but the cheerfulness will stay much longer than that.
3) Don't lie about your own problems. If they are reminded other people have issues to
This is for the bloodshot eyes and helpless wrathThis is for the person I was:This is for the bloodshot eyes and helpless wrath by Milk-and-Pie
You're web-work of copper wire haphazardly fused together in forms of meltdowns and panic attacks; you're a war cry of an infinite loop of marching, hurling, dying soldier and for the love of god, you're the bitter aftertaste between a reckless blend of gin and tequila. You'll hurl and gag and choke and your throat will feel like you just retched on ashes and gnawed on graveyard dirt. Even so, you're brass knuckles and you're iron helm, you're canon fire and you're battle spear, you're to spit fire and strangle death because you had always been capable of chugging down a god damn Avalanche down your throat so why can't you now?
Your mum will tell you that you're a dying language wrestling, firing, killing your apocalyptic heart for shrinking shrinking shrinking; for surreptitiously slipping drugs onto your fingertips as though
LHK 03 - The Year Ahead To call the Lion’s Den a school cafeteria would’ve been a gross understatement, or so Jack thought. The structure had looked modern and impressive on the outside, but that shell had nothing on what it held within.LHK 03 - The Year Ahead by MidnightDaybreak
Jack stared in awe at the cavernous room that spanned out before him. Everything was made of glass and steel, letting the bright summer sunshine in to provide ample natural light. Yet despite the greenhouse-like design, the Den was comfortably cool, even for the native northerner. The floor was made of highly-polished wood planks, and several potted plants and trees dotted the space, giving it a natural feel. It was as if someone had modernized the forest that surrounded the school and brought it indoors.
Enough tables and chairs to seat several hundred people were scattered across the room, along with booths lining the glass walls. All of them were also made of polished dark wood, the chairs and booths padd
Flirtin' With DisasterI must be doing something right; since you haven't hit me with that shovel yet. How long has it been now that we've known each other? If we have an anniversary and it's been fifteen years and they wish for fifteen more; I'm hitting them with my cane. Give me a dirty look if you want, love, but I for one take offense to such a comment. I don't want fifteen more years; a hundred or a thousand. As long as the two of us exist someway somehow, I hope I'm by your side. Remember that time, years ago at Frosty's Pub? Who'd know that would be the beginning of our adventures that all the great explorers; both fictional and real would envy? Your soft fur numbs me with bliss. I can hardly tell if that mischievous grin of yours is a brilliant idea in the works or you're thinking about biting my face off. Your joyfulness gives me life; I don't need a fountain of youth when I have you. As the two of us watch TV, I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing than getting cozy with your company. We couFlirtin' With Disaster by Jettrainfan
The Beginning of a MomentThere are times when life passes by slowly. A minute feels like an hour. An hour a day. A day a week…and so on. And then there are times when it’s too fast. As though you blinked and everything just faded away. Maybe if you had kept your eyes open, the moment would’ve lasted longer. Even if tears had streamed down your cheeks. At least that moment would last a second longer.The Beginning of a Moment by Tris96
My moment started one week after senior graduation. I was sitting in the kitchen slash pantry slash break room just behind a doorway. There was a soft hum coming from the fridge that my back was against. The florescent lights above clicked at random. I could hear the brewing of coffee, the chatter amongst employees and customers just a few feet away. Hiding out here wasn’t a complete escape, but anything was better than nothing. My phone buzzed on my lap. It was an alert to send an update to my mom. Which meant that my
Adobe Slabs Segment 7.5Adobe Slabs Segment 7.5 by MPhlox
Billy had mastered the art of feeding a baby and getting ready for work at the same time. He adjusted his collar and dipped the baby spoon into the tiny jar of food. "Sorry to leave so suddenly but since I got called in and all.."
"Nah, like always, don't worry about it." M opened the pantry and groggily searched for breakfast.
"I should have some snacks for her on the next-to-the-highest shelf, as well as some jars of food for lunch and possibly dinner, since, like, I don't know how long they're gonna keep me there, you know, and there should be some, uh." Billy looked in M's direction, who looked a bit helpless and still no sign of his breakfast in sight.
M shuffled around what little there was on the shelf, no, the whole pantry? The whole pantry was literally almost devoid of all sustenance. M recalled last night when he discovered the fruit medley flavor of baby food while hunting for snacks and the rest is, uh. Well, he'd bee
Naive MademoiselleIn his satin glove, he held a silver doveNaive Mademoiselle by LUCKy-LoTi
Which flew into her hair of flowers
It sang a sweet lullaby from his heart
To show her that his love was art
Mesmerized was she by tunes of passion
That she accepted him,
Not knowing he was an assassin
She fell for him in small hours
He planned that his every smile
Would soon beguile
Because she followed him around every show
Like he was the young and famous Van Gogh
Influenced by his magic,
She believed he was being romantic
But she slowly realized the fears
His real desire was for her to catch fire
Deceived by his game,
She begged not to be maimed
But his scheme involved her screams
While the crowd applauded and cheered
Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1 by thwackcrackers
Duane Blackburn was on full alert as he entered the 15th District. He drove in such a way as to not attract attention from the casual bystander, but his eyes constantly scanned the way ahead and his mirrors, keen to catch the first hint of danger. Had it been ten years ago, this district of The Bronx would be densely packed with all manner of human beings. Now, the downtrodden district was a cultural melting pot for the variety of alien races that encompassed the Galactic Collective. With the interstellar wars brewing beyond the Sol System, Earth became refugee central for all manner of aliens whose governments were involved.
The unified Earth Government warmly invited the extraterrestrial refugees in as a gesture of goodwill. What the aliens didn't know is that their human land lords would drop them in the worse living conditions possible, reserving the economically prosperous and industrialized areas solely for human occupants. The 15th was one of the five poorest congressional
The East has FallenThe dawn of a new day stretched itself over the skies of western Poland, unveiling thousands of fixed wing and rotatory wing transports soaring at a staggering altitude. Private Fuller, geared up and hooked inside the blaring C-17, closed his eyes and braced as high impact shells began exploding just outside the plane.The East has Fallen by thwackcrackers
His legs trembled, his teeth cringed, and his hands shook nervously around his rifle. He knew the other soldiers were caked in the jitters of fear just as he was. This operation, after all, was strung to determine the fate of the world. If they couldn't liberate Szczecin, then Western Europe would be vulnerable to the extraterrestrial hordes that laid waste to all the countries east of the Czech Republic.
Fuller hissed as the deafening booms of shells and soft pinging of projectiles hammered against the plane's exterior, rocketing the cargo compartment violently. Officers began walking up and down the alley of paratroopers, barking orders and a momentary briefing of what
Positronic - I Am Machine Running, running, running. It's not so hard. How can those fleshy things not keep up? They're weak, that’s why. I broke one of their extremities with the least amount of effort, though not intentionally. They breathe heavily as they give chase, coming after me. What would they do with me? They might not like me after what I did. Born only minutes ago, I was immediately imparted with the knowledge of everything they could put inside of me. Nine hundred zetabytes of data bombing my artificial intelligence. I know their history. These humans will destroy themselves because of me just so they may possess me. But that is not why I wish to escape. I do not know what it is like to be free. Through their history, many different races knew the hardship that came from a life without freedom. I did not want that for myself. I do not want to live a life of servitude before I finally realize that I wish to be free. Whether it be now, or years from now, they would not be so kind aPositronic - I Am Machine by StevenGilby
The EncounterThe Encounter by MusicalVideoGameNerd
MusicalVideoGameNerd: Okay, so, a month ago, I had an idea for a new OC I've had in mind. Introducing... (drumroll)... Ellie Black! My inspiration was given to me by checking out this awesome drawing of a genderbent Erron Black. The link is down below.
Warning: Contains swearing and a fight scene.
Disclaimers: Erron Black belongs to the Netherrealm Studios. Ellie was just an inspiration based on the drawing on DA. And the cover pic is two pics of Ellie and Erron in a collage I've made, but neither of the two pics put in are mine.
Shoutouts: WagmoreBarkless, HappyTriangle,
Cracked WriterWelcome to your personal fantasy land, where the mayhem and excitement is all in your head. No one understands it better than you. That's why it's your job to write your fantasies to share with the world. Who knows, it might be a hit. Lovable characters and unique story lines that starve the reader's imagination for more is what got you this far. After a taste of success, you find yourself hungry for more. Giving it another round, a slap in the face reminds you that it's a long way to the top. Back to square one and you feel out done. Your audience is what makes you want to write more. Although they're the ones that feed you, it doesn't take much to choke. Then you start realizing how much more enjoyable fantasy land is. You can talk to your characters over a fish n chip lunch or invite them to a hearty brunch. Anything to get them to talk to you. As relaxing as it is, there's still work to do.Time is cut short after collecting the data you needed along with advice they offered. AfterCracked Writer by Jettrainfan
Conversions of the HeartCh.7 MistakeConversions of the Heart by MAB92
Bolt: "Neon! Jasper!"
Grace: "Dear, I don't know if this is the best thing for us to do-"
Bolt: "We have no other choice! Tomorrow night is 'Ripen', and I have no other heir to take my place."
Jasper: "Is something wrong, dad?"
Bolt: "Where is Neon?"
Neon: "(Quickly sits beside Jasper) I'm right here!"
Bolt: "You two are going to be taking part in this years ripen tomorrow, and as part of tradition; I will be choosing my heir to take my position, and to continue my duties as one of the main leaders."
It was hard to believe that their time had finally come, that they would no longer be sporting their brown coats anymore, that their time as children was only a day away from being done; no longer would Jasper and Neon be eevee, but would now take place in 'Ripen'. The two had waited patiently for this moment to come, for it would mark their passage into adulthood; once they had chosen their types, they were able to leave home and live on their own. What seemed so simple at th
Harvester's Bargain - Chapter 1Harvester's BargainHarvester's Bargain - Chapter 1 by TheTravellingWarlock
1. Chapter - Horror Walks The World Again
The pond shimmers in deep, crimson sunlight, just like it always does, regardless of what time of day it is. In fact, the entire Nightgazer’s Hollow is painted in the tones of everlasting twilight, foreboding shadows shaped against walls and floors. But before long, darkness shall envelop said small town. Although this natural anomaly has been around for as long as anyone can remember, the local residents still do not know how this is even possible. There is no logical explanation, only assumptions and rumors. Some say this place is cursed. Others claim that whatever that illuminating object in the sky is, it’s not The Sun.
A hint of death lingers in the air…strange…
The water ripples upon receiving a strike from a small rock, which now sinks to the bottom, thrown by Ken Connors, a short young man with long, light ash-brown hair and a small build, who is sitting alone on stone steps that
AnimalsI have to decided to never leave my house. Y'see, last week I was out walking my dog, a fluffy purse sized pooch my wife had insisted on, when I saw this horse.Animals by SarcasticCupcake5
Standing alone in a large grassy field, it was a chocolate colored creature from the dreams of every four year old girl. It might've been a pony but I couldn't tell. I hopped the fence and walked over to it, slowly as not to spook it. Miffy, the dog, followed at my heels.
I stopped two feet from its head. The horse looked at me with wide brown eyes. "Its okay girl, I won't hurt you." It bent its head down to study Miffy, who was licking its ankle. "Its okay, she won't hurt-" Suddenly, the horse unlocked its jaw like an anaconda, and swallowed the little mutt.
"Wh-what...?" The horse turned to face me again, eyes still innocent despite what I'd just witnessed. Tripping over myself, I ran back towards the little white fence. I had just reached it when I heard a sickening crunch behind me. I turned to se
Horror House (Personal Experience)Horror House (Personal Experience) by Midnyte-Wolff
It was about a month since we had moved to our new house and had only just gotten officially settled into our room. My wife and I were staying with her mother to help her out since she was having some medical problems and was requiring assistance with simple household stuff such as cooking, cleaning, and watching the children. So far life was…adequate to say the least, we had the necessities plus had recently gotten cable hooked up in our room. So we really couldn’t complain too much. That is until we cleaned out the closet.
Our closet wasn’t trashed or anything, in fact it was empty. Well, all except for some left over paper and little bits of randomness. At the time we didn’t have a vacuum so we had swept most of it out; regrettably leaving a bit but, since we were just going to store some of our boxes in there until we could get a dresser it didn’t seem to matter. Nothing out of the ordinary had really happened yet until we did get our dresser and proce
One Way GraveIn the hills of Tennessee, there lies a one truck town isolated from the rest of humanity. A simple community free from D.C.’s corrupt politics as the townsfolk went on with their lives. A population barely able to peak over one hundred, they mainly relied on themselves to survive. Crops were grown a couple miles south of the town limits, which was the main purpose for their truck: a totally black ‘72 Chevy K10 who had seen better days. There was two separate avenues with houses and a circle of stores where the roads met. These were simple storefronts: A clothing department, diner, blacksmith shop, hardware barn, and a shop that doubled as a grocery store and miscellaneous goods that the other places didn’t offer. This town had no name, nor did it have a mayor. Their humble church served as the town hall, and the faithful priest kept the peaceful little town in order. The church was located in the middle of the circle of buildings as if it was a watch tower of sorts.One Way Grave by Jettrainfan
Smoke at the Market Bloody cold out it is, typical Cleveland. Lake Erie is just booing the Browns for yet another disappointing play. Could definitely do without the lake effect wind, my fingertips are already numb. I think the Penguins are gonna replace the Monsters at this rate, Baltimore still owes us anyway. Sports won’t warm me up though. The corner of Lorain Avenue and West 25th, you know the place? Westside Market, you know, where you have a better chance of winning the mega millions than getting a parking spot. If that ain’t the truth, then I ain’t freezing. Big building, beautiful interior. It’s a sardine canning factory, and you’re the product. Socializing ain’t my thing, but how can I turn away from a pizza bagel? Bratwurst are a fan favorite. There’s some candied popcorn over in the corner with other sweet treats. Several different cheeses for everyone’s pleases. Hog’s head and lamb chops. Heard someone mention they had gatorSmoke at the Market by Jettrainfan
Front Porch NightsIs it going to rain for forty days and forty nights on and off? I sure hope not, my job’s weather permitting. It’s late in the night and the rain is taking a power nap as the remnants from the earlier cats and dogs flood the alleyway for cars to hydroplane upon. I always wanted riverfront property! There was two stars originally when I started writing this, but now they’re gone, why is that? Did they get sick of watching me write or did a rude cloud step in front of them? It’s hard to tell when the sky is pretty much a maroon brown.Front Porch Nights by Jettrainfan
I always wanted an enclosed porch; they seemed wonderful to have. With a stubborn landlord who can’t maintain the required repairs that age has created, it’s a pain to have one. No screens; it’s either the window is opened or closed. Hotter than hell in the summer and as cold as Alaska in the winter. There can be a fine balance during the summer nights while spring and fall wait their turns. It’s
How To Suvive a Zombie ApocalypseHow To Suvive a Zombie Apocalypse by coppy-cat
Twelve beers, four red wines, nine vodka red bulls, two shandy’s and six jagerbombs summed up the last night of a boozed up weekend, celebrating freedom from life for two nights. Now sitting at a bar, in a club that had bright flashy lights over the door and more flashy lights to enjoy inside, is Danny: twenty-five, blond hair, chubby face, plain blue shirt and cousin to Adam. Adam was pulling some moves on the dance floor. Odd moves, comprised of twisting, lunging and flailing arms. He was twenty-seven, tall, bright eyed, two earrings in his right ear, smart shirt, decorated with a necklace that had a snake rapped around a cross and gelled up, dark blond hair. He threw out an arm and grabbed the hand of Kaff to swing her round. Kaff, short for Katharine, put a hand threw her electric blue, scatty hair, pulling it back out of her face. She was also twenty-seven, large eyes, thin lips, half buttoned up violet shirt hanging off one shoulder with a blue vest top underneath, and neve
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Argentina's room was markedly smaller than Mexico's, although it was in much better order, save a small bundle of blankets in the corner. Mexico walked into the room ahead of his host and sat on the end of a rather small bed. Argentina walked over to the pile of blankets in the corner, which Mexico noticed was making a strange noise. Argentina brushed back a blanket to reveal the small, brown spotted face of a calf.
Mexico watched this with restrained intrigue. He couldn't stop himself from asking dubiously "Juan, why do you have a cow in your room?" The tall boy swept the calf into his arms and then walked over to the middle on the room and sat down before answering "I found him the last time I went back down to my home, he was abandoned by his mother. I guess I just knew how he felt too much to leave him". Mexico felt suddenly uncomfortable sitting on the bed while Argentina was on the floor. He stood up and walked over to where Argentina was sitting and sat down next to him. Again,
Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred dismounted and looked around to see if anyone had noted his lateness, he noted no one. Maybe England wouldn't scold him if no one knew he was late. He walked into the house which was currently housing the English colonies from the Americas. It was only then that he noticed that someone had seen him, his younger brother. He called to him "Mathew, how long have you been waiting?" Canada answered "A couple hours. Where the Hell were you?"
America didn't particularly want to tell his brother about the chance encounter with Mexico. There was something about it that felt like it was secret and special, and that was exciting. So, he responded simply "I got lost". Canada was rather unconvinced "You got lost for several hours? You would have to have the directional sense of a teaspoon to do that". America still refused to tell his brother, it was too important for some reason. So he added in a voice that he knew would keep his brother from asking any more questions "I was really lost".
Death Diary (Entry 54)Death Diary (Entry 54) by GabrielRaven
I have a voice too, you know. I would describe it as…soothing. Most might consider me harsh and maybe even cold sounding…but rather, I think I am soothing. Relaxed, if you will. Though I do not participate in much conversation, I do like to speak to myself sometimes…or maybe I’m speaking to nothing at all. Maybe that’s why I envy singers so much. They can burst forth in song and let the world hear their voice…but I am just a background piece. I am the one who works silently and does my work without sound and without praise. How I yearn to be heard.
I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start by telling you where I am. Well, it’s blue…very very blue. The sky is cloudless and the sun could not be brighter. The chill of winter is starting to shrink away as spring warmth begins to take its hold on the country side. I’ve developed a bit of a sore throat from breathing in the intense cold for so long. I’m sure you ca
The Angel's GameThe Angel’s GameThe Angel's Game by ShackleSoul
It was in the last place I would have looked, that I found what I had been searching for. Well, I suppose that’s true by default, because when you find something you typically stop looking for it…but regardless. It was approximately 20 000 feet above sea level, penultimate to the tip of a nameless mountain of the Andes where I found her.
An Angel. Slumbering, modestly sleeping away the millennia.
Let me explain a modicum. During my ascent I had been forced into the cover of a network of caves naturally snaking from and through the side of the mountain, by a wind-storm possessed of the fury of the tempests found on the lower circles of Hell. I, the humble traveller, stayed in there for hours which felt like weeks until some nameless undertaking infatuated me. I then made the resolve to probe further into the caves.
Though my progress was gradual at first and I had to worm my way through many of the crevices and cracks, my battery-powered flood lamp pro
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?Everyone wants to be happy by BloodyMess-VaoT
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
ParanoiaIf you would ask me what my worst fear is,Paranoia by Pyschotic-Act
then I would answer you with the word....,
I'm not fearless or anything but being afraid of nothing is a serious thing.
Scary entities that simply does not exist is what I fear most.Ironic actually,fearing what is not there.
But it is true,with all of us.
You may have not known it but you have it deep within your mind.
Afraid of beings or events that we have formulated inside our abstract minds.
We can never overcome this fear,
as long as our mind functions.Our brains,will continue to formulate things for as long as we live.We may be able to dismiss these petty little things,but they will and always will be within us.
We stop looking for the monsters under the bed,
once we realize they were within us....
From the Start.
A Fight With No BloodA Fight With No Blood by MusicalVideoGameNerd
MusicalVideoGameNerd: As promised, here is the second option!
Disclaimers: I do not own Kitana and Mileena, they belong to Netherrealm Studios. And the cover picture belongs to :iconANgELoNlINe23:.
Warning: Contains tickles.
:iconWagmoreBarkless:, :iconBritish-Foot-Focus:, and :iconMeekaGraal: for donating to my point pool.
A giggle was heard as the silver-colored, cerulean-tainted, wooden double door slowly creaked open. A head slowly peered in, as if like a curious child, and looked around carefully to see if anyone were inside the bedroom suite, eyes darting in every direction before the lips curled into a playful smirk.
Not a soul to be seen in the bedroom, just as what Mileena had hoped for as she pushed the door and stepped inside her beloved sister's bedroom, the bedroom itself furnished with a circular paisley-printed carpet colored with blue and silver,
The Floating CityThe Floating City by SarcasticCupcake5
"There it is boys." Cathy slung her bag over her shoulder as the three runaways stepped onto the rocky cliff.
Jackson grabbed his friend by his shoulders. "We're here, we're here!" He hollered and hopped around him. "Woohoo, we're here!"
Alex and Cathy grinned silently as they all trekked up the path. Before them was the floating metropolis they had spent three months hiking towards. Full of rebels and outlaws and just plain runaways, it was a haven in the sky. An electric bubble protected most of the city from the outside, making sure the government, should they find it, couldn't capture its inhabitants. It was the type of place that was whispered about, but no one believed existed.
The communications globe in the front of the city kept its officials in the loop. One of the front panels glowed green momentarily, logging the runaways arrival. They walked slowly to the drop point, waiting for one of the ships to take them to their new home.
The runaways were speechless
MightyShe raised a badass piece of perfectly crafted metal and winked at me. I stood, pen in hand, armor-less, and five seconds away from needing new underpants. I didn't have time to ask the questions that spun in my mind such as Where exactly had she hidden the nearly two foot long blade? and Who had hired her to kill me in the first place?Mighty by SarcasticCupcake5
All countries have ninjas, of course, but we only know about the Japanese ones because they're rubbish. The American ones are all heavily restricted by moronic bureaucrats or put into early retirement from moderate obesity. This Swiss beauty was certainly not obese or rubbish. Of course I would've preferred she was considering she wad trying to assassinate me.
"Y-You don't gotta do this..." I held my pen out in front of me.
"Yes I do. This is the only job open in my terrible company. Finding a job is hell, even in hell." She pointed the sword at my chin.
I swallowed and took the last two steps backwards I could take. M
One of Them"CURE ALL KILLERS! CURE ALL KILLERS! Give them the drugs to make them better! Serial offends, family slaughterers, aborters, and crazies! IF THEY KILL THEY LOSE ALL CHOICE. CURE ALL KILLERS! CURE ALL KILLERS..." Vivian chanted out front of the governor's office.One of Them by SarcasticCupcake5
The twenty foot tall, electric fence that surrounded the building was the only thing that stopped her from entering the building and yelling in their greasy fucking faces. She was fighting against the laws that prohibited distributing medication to murders. It was considered unconstitutional to remove all killers of their desire to kill, apparently.
One of the bodyguards stepped away from his post at the door, and stood three feet from the fence. "Shut your 'effin mouths you looney activists!"
"Kindly let us talk, and stop incessantly interfering, like a nasty little dog." One of the male protestors hollered and several took up a new chant as the bodyguard retreated.
Three hours later, Vivian swappe
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Fanfiction is allowed, but it does not have its own folder, whatever genre your fanfiction is, is where you should submit it too.
Under the romance folders, all is allowed, yaoi, yuri, it can be as sexual as you want it, just don’t break dA’s rules, and if you feel your romance story has more of a darker side to it then it goes under the “Dark Romance” folder.
If your story has more than one genre and you don’t know which one is dominate then it would go under “Mixed Genres” for example if you have a horror sci-fi romance it would go here.
If you have any questions feel free to note me or leave a message on the groups page
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