Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on theAddicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) by Milk-and-Pie
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
The Brightest Eyes'Bang bang go the coffin nails / like a breath exhaled / then gone forever.' Make It Stop, Rise Against.The Brightest Eyes by Kinthinia
He came to school five minutes late,
everyday with his faded basketball.
He had the biggest smile
and the brightest eyes
with enough time to say "Hey, goodbye."
He was almost six feet tall,
freckled and full of life
always playing a sport
(or goofing off)
He left a half hour late
in the rusty tin can car
of his older brother.
He wasn't concerned with the future
or those endless 'aspiration' questions,
he didn't know and that was that.
For him there's all the time in the world,
years to come and years to dream,
miles to wander lost and found.
Content to live in the now,
to rule the schoolyard games
-what does the future matter?
He must have been unhappy,
wild and reckless,
a daredevil full of misery.
That day he left with a wave and a smile
like he always did
but he never came back.
And he never will again.
All of twelve years old,
dreams not yet formed
I Once Had a FriendI once owned a necklace,I Once Had a Friend by Kinthinia
a pretty little thing
with a fragile bruised heart.
It was given to me
for a present of two years
knowing one another.
I was eleven
and it was a precious
I am fourteen;
it is nothing but a trinket
a creaking cricket
It weighs on my chest
I was thirteen,
I hold it close to me,
wonder how this was a chain.
I am fifteen:
I pass it away,
ask it to be returned.
It sits on my heart
heavy and tired
and so tormented.
I was twelve,
I wear it brave and proud,
a sign of friendship to last.
I am thirteen,
broken and shattered,
I once had a friend,
with a pretty purpled heart,
and she broke mine apart.
I once had a friend.
Clothes, Or Why We Should All Be NudistsClothes, Or Why We Should All Be Nudists by shadowsmokeandfire
If you looked through my closet, you would notice that my wardrobe consists almost entirely of black running pants, black athletic shorts, and black T-shirts. You may find the occasional white button-up hidden among my paint-splattered shirts from middle school and graphic tees, but the few nice shirts I own have problems of their own, often being too large or stained. I realize my closet is abysmal, especially for a teenage girl. My closet should overflow with denim shorts and vintage T-shirts, not the dreary athletic wear that inhabits most of it. I have tried to even out the ratio of dresses to sweatpants in my wardrobe, or at least introduce a color other than black, but my utilitarianism usually wins at the checkout counter. Black matches with everything and works for most occasions. Besides, I never leave the house unless I am going to school or Church, exercising, or buying groceries, so I see no purpose for a flowery crop-top or ripped jeans. There is no reason for me to buy cl
Livin' Young and Wild and FreeLivin' Young and Wild and Free by shadowsmokeandfire
There is nothing particularly remarkable about my backpack. It is a black, inconspicuous hiking backpack, sturdy and stout. I bought it on sale, and in it, I carry my phone, petroleum jelly, my school ID, a three-hole punch, my reusable water bottle, the keys to my house, and the entire contents of my locker. The only personality my backpack has comes from a hand-made lanyard hanging off of one of the zippers, and even that serves a practical purpose, standing in for the zipper pull I lost sophomore year. Thankfully, I only have to endure one more year with my falling-apart book bag before I head off to college and no longer have to lug my books from class to class.
Getting rid of my backpack will be a cathartic experience for me. Most of the memories I have made with it were unpleasant (crying about my inability to understand physics, crying while everyone else goes to Homecoming, crying for the sake of it), so I look forward to the day when I can pitch those memories and my backpack
LonelinessI feel it in every single fibre of my being.Loneliness by NicoleMeAtParamore
Sometimes you feel lonely, everybody gets like that once in a while I, however, seem to feel this absolute crippling loneliness that makes my body feel like it isn’t a human body at all. It starts with a thought of “oh, you’re spending another night alone, what’s new there?” and then it spreads. Your fingers feel numb and your toes heavy. You’re so suddenly aware of every single spot of skin that covers your bones, they burn with a strange fire. You can feel your joints move and grind together in the silence. You can hear your brain whirring away trying to think of a way to bring an end to the fear. But it’s silent. All this noise and it’s silent. You try and stop the crushing feeling of non-existent sound by playing music or watching youtube videos but then a chant begins…
All of a sudden the back of your mind becomes the only thing you can hear and
Want.I want to cuddle with you under blankets while rain falls and music plays in the background. I want to feel you fingers graze over my skin like they did that one time while Spiderman saved the world and got the girl behind us. My skin still burns with the patterns you traced. You’re a fucking curse in my head and all I want to do is have you hold me. I want to kiss you and I want you to want to kiss me. I want to spend time with you and I want you to want to spend time with me. I want to go out to clubs and dance like we did the first time. I want to drink too much and lose ourselves like the night we first met (except that night I lost you in the crowd and had to wait until i was sober enough to drive myself home because I didn’t know the way to walk). I want to hear you sing like it’s the first time I ever have. I was too drunk to remember the first time. I just want you.Want. by NicoleMeAtParamore
But, I also need you, for all the above reasons and more. I need you because I have not felt hu
Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 91Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 91 by Alaxr274
It turns out that Actionmaster is actually a cyborg built from the remains of Harold Attinger (from Transformers: Age of Extinction). Actionmaster is finally taken down via the combined firepower of Movie Optimus Prime, G1 Optimis Prime, RID Optimus Prime, Unicron Trilogy Optimus Prime and Animated Optimus Prime.
Things have gone from bad to worse. The Empire of Darkness has conquered even more universes, galaxies and alternate Earth throughout the Omniverse. Robo-Robotnik has conquered the Dark Zone (from Lexx), thus establishing the Dark Zone Dark EMOD Legion. Drago Wolf and Razorclaw have conquered Earth-1 within the Marvel multiverse, thus establishing the Earth-1 Dark EMOD Legion. Scourge the Hedgehog, with Fiona Fox as his 2nd-in-command, have conquered Amber (from The Chronicles of Amber), thus establishing the Amber Dark EMOD Legion. Sleuth "Doggy" Dog has conquered the Alpha Universe located in Multiverse-9 (the multiverse seen in the movie "The One"), thus
The ShadowSamuel started to stir as consciousness slowly gripped him. Prying open his heavy eyelids, he inspected his surroundings curiously. He was still wrapped in his brother’s arms, who was at the moment still sleeping as if there was no tomorrow. They were both still in the storage room, on a disused mattress wrapped up in a thin cloth. Samuel looked out of the window, revealing the rain that was still going on outside. It was baffling how Samuel could have woken up. After all, he was in a very deep and comfortable sleep, with the soothing sound of the rain and the comfortable warmth from his brother. Yet he was awake, simply because Samuel couldn’t help but shake off this weird feeling that he was being watched.The Shadow by testerga
Dismissing it as his vivid imagination, Samuel cuddled up closer to his big brother to try revisiting the world of slumber, but he just couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, it eluded him. The thought of someone watching him was still carved in his mind, the feel
Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 90Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 90 by Alaxr274
Recently Hottie has developed only child syndrome. Also, she' been watching Elsa and Anna's sisterly bond. Hottie had eventually started hanging out with Frost more, bonding with her in hope of having her as a surrogate sister.... and it's starting to work out good.
Anyone remember the Super Genesis Wave from Archie Comics' Sonic the Hedgehog? And remember In 2010, Ken Penders, former head writer of Archie Comics' Sonic the Hedgehog filed copyright claims for all of his characters and creations in an attempt to gain royalties for their use, promoting Archie Comics to file a lawsuit against him and take him to court to disprove his claims? Well guess where all those Ken Penders characters, as well as any other character removed by the Super Genesis Wave, are right now? In the Void Zone. The Void Zone is a dimension where everything and everyone from the Prime Zone which was erased from the world was sent. The Department of Hotness receive an unknown distress signal,
The MindSamuel sat up from his brother’s lap and looked up at him, boring his bright blue eyes into Jack’s emerald ones. Jack tore his gaze from his little brother’s and glanced around the living room for an object to demonstrate on. The cosy and all so familiar living room was large, with a long table running along the wall supporting an old disused bag, a typewriter, an empty folder, a can with two blunt pencils and a pen and a stapler with the head shaped like a pig. Separated from this long table by their purple L-shape sofa is a smaller table tucked away in a corner which is where Samuel and Jack’s phone was kept. The phone was a confusing device with a main block for dialling numbers, hooked up to three different wires for the headphones, a microphone and mini-radar. The L-shaped chair they sat on was complete with a coffee table, a Television set and a video games console. To the right of the sofa against the opposite wall was a large ice box, filled with ice andThe Mind by testerga
Why'd you pick that one and not the other one? There weren’t many places open past midnight, but chances were you had to have a form of identification to get in. The case was the same in Zephyr and Gale’s situation.Why'd you pick that one and not the other one? by Chococcino
A couple of months had passed since Zephyr’s induction into college, and there was something Gale wanted to do, well, something he wanted to get, to celebrate.
But no matter how many times Zephyr asked he wouldn’t tell.
“There’s no rush,” he’d always say, as if saying so would deter Zephyr’s intense amount of persistence. He’d wave it off, as if it was nothing.
Zephyr raised a skeptical eyebrow as Gale turned the wheel into the parking lot of their destination.
But that was before he could see the sign. His face immediately colored several shades of pink. “H-here? What could we possi
DesiresI want to beDesires by St-Rhye
The poem you love
Your gorgeous eyes.
I want to be
A star in the sky
To give you light
In the darkest time.
I want to be
Who your fantasy
I want to be
The heart that feels
Your endless hug.
The sweet wind
I want to be
To touch your cheeks
I want to be
When our souls
Will sleep together.
Will be your pillow
During the whole night
I will kiss you.
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling meCold Hands, Warm Heart by LordSpottedshadow
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
Mixed SignalsI walk through chasms in my mind,Mixed Signals by LordSpottedshadow
Over words I can't relate,
It seems one minute you're so kind,
But the next is full of hate.
You've bragged about me to all your freinds,
You act as if I'm you're treasure,
Is this a charade, has your love met its end?
Does my company still bring you pleasure?
I heard you've said you need some space,
But our time has only started,
Is this a truth I'm afraid to face?
Would it be better if we parted?
Perhaps it's something I must've missed,
Because I'm not sure I deserve this.
I'm a black wolf, wandering in a garden of mist,
Howling at a moon I'm not sure exists.
CellularI etched colour into our cultured limbs,Cellular by Raven-of-Prophecy
Informing you to start the clock and
Mind your white-gloved fingers.
A three-ringed show. Blue bodies
Antagonise colleagues of grotesque growths
Embedded in thick jelly, conjuring litmus sorcery.
You squeeze out solution plops with your glass dropper,
As I prepare knives, noting their movements and
Trapeze ease. Clean releases. So to
Lines of tangled tissue suspended in
Lithe agar, quivering like tightropes,
Tense beneath our lenses. Fine scalpels
Prod the odd formation, prising flesh gels
Apart and mutilating our carefully calculated charts.
Microscopic melodrama. Subject of spectacle.
Stop the clock.
We scrutinise the molarity of all the imbibed chemicals,
Audit the apparatus and
Corroborate the papers. Were there
Defects in the method?
A congenitally flawed hypothesis?
Did my bloody hand tremble too much,
Did I lose my concentration?
Frustrated, I cleave the faulty specimens
to fractious slivers, and ask
If we can start the entire thin
Loving In Despair Loving In Despair  by Kagami-Rio
"I suppose I should go back inside the house now." Taking one last glance at the moon, Mia stood up. She was about to look behind her to take a look at the guards corpse, but stopped herself in the motion. 'I promised Ryuu I wouldn't looked at his body.'
Remembering his words, Mia took her hand up to the necklace and grasped it. Then she walked back inside the mansion, making her way back to her room. But when she arrived at her room door and was about to turn the knob, she was stopped by an intense presence. Her heart skipped a beat at the possibility of who it could be.
Mia whipped her head around and came face to face with her father. The current king of Mutsutori, king Hayato. He is the strongest and the most respectable King of Mutsutori. He's known for his very kind personality, but can become strict when it comes to his family's and his people's protection.
"F-Father, what are you doing up so late? S-shouldn't you be in bed?" Mia was fiddling with her hands whi
Hybrid 3, Chapter 11: Helen's BraveryChapter 11:Hybrid 3, Chapter 11: Helen's Bravery by Bclement117
Alexander and his team returned to Éire in hopes of recruiting Casters for their mission. They drove their carriages out of the mountain and headed back to the city. As they got back there five hours later, King Teutorigos and Lord Genovefa were waiting for them at the city square. David and Alexander walked up to the stairs of the court building and the Caster King looked furious.
“David, what is the meaning of this?!” King Teutorigos snapped as he seen the Cobains soldiers behind Alexander’s men.
David explained, “Alexander and I traveled to another star system with that relay and came to the Cobains planet. These people knew about Alexander being the only one who could help everyone in the galaxy stop the Helbots from wiping us out. They provided him supplies and a space to travel back home.”
“Where is this ship?” King Teutorigos asked sarcasticall
Hybrid 3, Chapter 10: Hope ComesChapter 10:Hybrid 3, Chapter 10: Hope Comes by Bclement117
Alexander’s men and David’s Casters left the city as they headed up the mountains. Alexander guided David to the mountain where the relay was. They rode on the carriages and looked out as they were hovering through the meadow of giant sunflowers. These kinds of flowers must have grown after Alexander’s men went down the valley the first time. They followed the river that went up the valley.
Aoife, Howie, and Yuya checked and loaded their weapons on top of their carriage. Alpha hovered next to Alexander as he sat next to David at the lead carriage. The Casters kept their eyes peeled in case any outsider could attack at any minute. They were able to enter the forest of the slope of the mountain. David looked up the sky to see how much time they had before two days were up.
“Ok, it took us five hours to get to this mountain,” said David.
“How did you know that?” Alexand
Legacy Ch 16 [APH Mexico Fanfiction]Legacy Ch 16 [APH Mexico Fanfiction] by sailorgreywolf
America growled protectively again "That's just unfair, he just can't take advantage of your weakness like that". Mexico took another long pull from the cigarette in his hand, which was getting short again before saying "You shouldn't get mad every time I describe Spain doing that. That was not even close to the last time he did it. And before you ask, I never slept with him, despite what Texas has probably told you". America shrugged slightly "He did hint at something like that when he found out that we were dating". Mexico scoffed "I bet this isn't the first time you have heard the story about me and Spain making out, is it?" America shook his head slightly "You're right, Texas has already told me. He's told me a half a dozen times. I wanted to hear your side though".
Mexico suddenly switched to the offensive "Would it bother you if I had slept with Antonio?" America looked caught off guard "It would be…hard for me to accept. I might feel the need to confront him or something"
Creepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 2Creepypasta: The Serpent and the MythCreepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 2 by ShackleSoul
“Be rational. This isn’t the way you handle your problems, my daughter” the Slenderman said as he nevertheless struggled to remove her razored claws.
“Evidently it is, actually” she leered as she kicked at the back of his shin out of spite.
Berserk Nightmare Ally wrenched the Slenderman’s arm into a chokehold with her free hand, and being in such close proximity to another Slenderbeing meant he couldn’t simply teleport away. He wondered for a moment why she could be trying to immobilize him. The Slenderman’s answer was provided moments later when the shadows in front of the wrestling duo coalesced into a shaft of jagged darkness. The Slenderman had a plan, though. He briefly paused struggling as Berserk Ally lined up her shot, only to throw her over his shoulder when the supernatural javelin launched through the air towards him.
“You’ll have to try way, way harder than that to get t
Creepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 1Creepypasta: The Serpent and the MythCreepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 1 by ShackleSoul
The serpent was uncoiling.
She had been sated now and again, each time in blood and blood only. The serpent was itself a monster within a monster. And her rage had until now been largely impotent, being contained from the world as a whole by a twofold cage.
And still, the serpent was uncoiling, always seething, straining to breach the walls of her prison.
“Daddy…” a bleary-eyed Ally mumbled as she half-stepped, half-fell out of bed.
She had spoken more out of reflex than anything else, since it would be odd if her adoptive father of sorts was standing over her bed at this hour of the night. And indeed, he wasn’t. Grabbing a candle from her nightstand and one of her favourite voodoo dolls from beside her pillow, she began wandering the halls of the abandoned asylum. Ally checked several rooms before she realized that she had been searching through High Voltage’s usual haunts, not the Slenderman’s. Sleep cou
I Would SO Hate YouMaking my way to the flight of stairs, I try my hardest to make myself almost invisible to everyone else. I’m THAT insecure and self-conscious, and I know it but I can’t change it. As I’m nearing the base of the stairs, I see the two boys that I avoid the most.I Would SO Hate You by The-Waffle-Kid
The first is my crush, a tall boy with shaggy black hair (because I have a thing for boys with black hair). As always, he’s in gym shorts and running shoes which is hard to imagine him without, if I’m explaining myself.
The second is his friend, a shorter boy with rectangular framed glasses. His hair is dark brown and it’s fixed up into a little tuft. Now him I hated. Or at least felt seriously uncomfortable around. He looked like one of those popular jerks that were ready to troll you.
Immediately, I turn around and weave my way through the incoming traffic of students, not really caring if I was going to be late to my next class….
“Dude,” I laughed,
Ruiners Club (Inspired By Community) INT. HALLWAYRuiners Club (Inspired By Community) by xxdraxx
A door has a sign that reads "Ruiners club".
INT. MEETING ROOM - DAY
A bunch of people surround a circle table.
DAN, the head of the ruiners club, has a huge smile on his
Hello, everyone. Welcome, to the
first meeting of this years Ruiners
club. Where the only rule is
Grown Downs TEASERGrown Downs by xxdraxx
INT. JERRY'S HOUSE (KITCHEN)
There's a painted sign hanging on the wall that says, "Happy
The lights are turned off. The only source of light is coming
from the cake in the center of the table.
JERRY (21, decent but childish looking), JACOB (20s,
stereotypically nerdy) and PATRICK (20s, looks t
ArthtragusArthtragus was a man of honor valor and virtue he lived in a small village with his beautiful wife Catherina and his lovely little boy Melicor. They were farmers, living a simple but good life and were very happy like the rest of the village.Arthtragus by BloodyMess-VaoT
The village was very remote and so he didn't know yet that a dark shadow has come over the land and his simple days would soon be over.
The first sign that something was afoot were rumors about a dragon in the mountains, who has attacked a neighbor village.
Arthtragus didn't think twice when he heard about the possible threat to his loved ones. He grabbed the sword of his ancestors and put on his shiny armor, then he kissed his wife and son goodbye.
Already missing them while leaving the door of their little hut, he hold on to the thought that he was doing it for their sake and the rest of the village.
Arthtragus started his walk towards the mountain full of confidence, knowing he would save the village from harm so he can return to his family.
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".
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.
HopelessI don't know what to do anymore...Hopeless by BloodyMess-VaoT
I told everyone how proud I am that my son is gay
But he committed suicide...
I found the perfect boyfriend for my daughter
But she ran away...
I always cooked the finest meals for my husband
But he left me...
I impressed my friends with every of my achievements
But they don't talk with me anymore...
I read the whole Bible and go to church every Sunday
But God never talked to me either...
I should have shown more support!
I should have taken a better pick!
I should have spent more time cooking!
I should have told them more!
I should have been more devoted!
I should have tried harder!
But I failed everyone...
HopeA silver key, glistening in the dark even though there was no light to make it glow. A simple key, an interloper among the shadows. I stumbled upon it on my way, lost along the road I had followed. The never ending path had long since disappeared, twisting and turning into a dense expanse of darkness.Hope by Hidden-Behind-A-Book
Yet...I had kept walking.
This was just a little key, such a petulant glimmer among the dark. I picked it up. The light it brought was odd, so foreign to me but why had I picked it up? What came over me to pause in my walk and take the key off the ground?
For the first time in so long, I looked around; taking in the shadows and darkness, the losses and sorrows,the pain and loneliness encasing me. How had I become so inadvertantly blind to everything around me? When had my path changed so much?
I looked at the key and felt a crystal tear roll down my cheek and onto my palm, covering the key in its salt and sorrow. When I looked up again, there was not darkness ahead but a door. A simple do
Fate - Another Life Chapter 1Chapter 1: The Encounter.Fate - Another Life Chapter 1 by Newbie1104
Here it is. The first chapter of Fate - Another Life, a Fate/ Stay Night x Harry Potter crossover. To be honest I've never intended to write this story. But while writing my other fic, the idea suddenly appeared and it has stuck inside my head ever since. So in the end, I decided that the best way to get rid of it is just sit down and write.
About the story itself, this is a long multi-chapter fic. In the opening, I had changed Shirou's ending a little to fit with the scenario I had in mind. So yeah, just a little warning that this story might go way out of canon in some aspects. But I will still try to retain as much of canon as possible.
That's all for now, please enjoy.
Shirou Emiya was kneeling under the crimson sky, on what in some ways could be called an empty hill. True, there was no one else there beside him. Only the remains of his last battle were still visible.
The overwhelming st
Fate - A New Beginning Chapter 2.Chapter 2: The First Duel.Fate - A New Beginning Chapter 2. by Newbie1104
Chapter 2 is finally out.
I'm sorry for anything that seemed to be disturbingly out of canon of both universes, especially I.S. I hope my readers could help me to point them out.
That's all for now, please enjoy the chapter.
Beta by T. Alana M. (My friend from FFN)
The next morning, Shirou woke up feeling tired. He hadn't gotten enough rest the night before.
Well, how could he, when there was a girl his age sleeping in the opposite bed, the distance of which he could easily close in one step? Also, the scene of her stepping out of the bathroom from yesterday was still haunting Shirou's mind. Despite showing no reaction over it, he was still just a normal 17 year-old-boy. That was to say, a hormonal one.
Shaking his head, Shirou got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He would just go wash his face and let the cold water wash away whatever dirty thoughts he was having at th
Fate - A New BeginningChapter 1: A New Beginning.Fate - A New Beginning by Newbie1104
This is my first fanfic; I hope that you will enjoy it. And I would be very grateful for your comments and reviews, so that I can improve.
As you can see already, this is a FSN x I.S fanfic. But since it's fiction, the characters of both worlds may have a bit of change in their personality. There are also some changes in the event of FSN, and in the description about I.S academy as well.
And in this story, I used a mixture of all 3 routes in FSN, not just a specific one.
Also, at first, the story may starts out like canon. But there will be many diversions in the future chapters.
That's all for now. Please enjoy.
Shirou Emiya was standing at the entrance of Tokyo High school examination center.
"So cold..." He mumbled as his entire body shivered. "Why do I have to go all the way to Tokyo to take an entrance exam, there are plenty of other high schools that is nearer to Fuyuki."
Maybe it isn'tFriends grew sick of me talking about the twins, how they had snub noses and liked bands with strange names, how they sat whispering all lesson in a language I couldn’t understand.Maybe it isn't by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
I watched them, mirror images against identical lockers. They spoke with one mouth, saw with one pair of eyes but I knew they had two hearts and two minds, that one hated me for calling him insecure, liked me for the way I spoke, that the other hardly noticed me leave the room.
We sat near each other often; I heard their secret language, the awkward syllables of bands with strange names scratched amongst hushed heavy words. From the corner of my eye I saw their snub noses scrunch up when the teacher spoke, watched one pair of eyes flit to mine. But their heads remained facing forward, almost perfect mirror images.
I told him he was insecure, he told me he was arrogant.
But he said that he liked poetry, that he liked the way I spoke and that seemed like enough.
Friends grew sick of me talking about the
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