Creating Character ProloguePrologue – MemoriesCreating Character Prologue by cxdlover
Sometimes I sit by my fireplace and play memories over and over in my head.
Good and bad alike.
I shut myself away from the world at age 30, and, now, at age 34, I sit and wonder what it'd be like if I didn't. I would probably know my friends, and, well, acquaintances, a little better than I do now.
Pandora has gotten a job at our old high school, teaching bass lessons and following in Ty's footsteps. I'm pretty sure Marcus Frettshredder teaches guitar there too. Eddie Knox moved back to New York, living a quiet life with his girlfriend. I heard he proposed. Axel Steel lives in San Fransisco with Pandora, now attending college, and, before that, he finally finished high school. Johnny Napalm now leads Lars and the Crew, which has now been renamed The Almost-Evils. Now that there's only three members left in the band, Johnny plays guitar and sings, Lars Umlaut is on drums, and Mario Greendale plays the bass. Abs
Chasing the WindDisclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians. I make no profit from this work of fiction.Chasing the Wind by RogueMudblood
“Why are you so nervous?” Laughter followed the statement, filling the winter spirit's ears as he gripped the dashboard tightly. It wasn't that Jack was unaccustomed to speed. He loved the feel of the wind carding its fingers through his hair as it carried him across the globe. Nothing could compare to the feeling of flying on a gale that blew from New York to Moscow within moments. But Jack couldn't help the terrified feeling coursing through him, sitting in the passenger seat of the new car that Jamie had insisted they take a ride in.
Despite his repeated trips to see Jamie over the years, life didn't pause – even for a Guardian. When Jamie turned sixteen, his mother had bought him the vehicle that Jack was quickly determining was more dangerous than Pitch could ever have been. A shudder ran up Jack's spine as he considered what could have happened
Kid! Armin x Kid! Comatose! Reader AU|ListeningKid! Armin x Kid! Comatose! Reader AU|Listening by IHeardULikeMudkips11
Child! Armin x Child! Comatose! Reader AU | Listening
(From my iPod.)
(A song with nice music that I feel goes well with this fanfiction can be found here: https://youtu.be/Zwd4GBinrTo. Listen if you choose to.)
(Please read the description before continuing.)
"Oh, you're back again?" The nurse asked, her ever present smile still on her face. Her short red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a few strands hanging on the sides. "Even at the exact time as yesterday..."
Armin returned the smile, and held up the large book he was holding in his arms.
"I thought she'd like to hear these." He said, the stack of all Harry Potter books straining his thin arms. Despite the obviously difficult struggle to keep the books in his arms, he was still smiling nonetheless.
The nurse gave the small blonde a look of surprise.
"Those are big books, aren't they?" She looked over the thick books, shocked that a third gra
Prisoner! Levi x Reader AU|Presentable LibertyPrisoner! Levi x Reader AU|Presentable Liberty by IHeardULikeMudkips11
Prisoner! Levi x Reader AU | Presentable Liberty
From my iPod.
Dark topics, just a warning.
Based on and inspired by the game Presentable Liberty. You can watch a video of the gameplay here, https://youtu.be/jZTQPTQovZA, though you may want to sit back and see how the story goes, if you don't already know how it ends.
A song I feel goes nicely with this can be found here: https://youtu.be/z1qnFwD8rco
This will be a series, if you readers would like so. If you would like this to be continued, please comment so I know you would like more.
Please read the description before continuing.
That one window taunted me wordlessly, relentlessly, and endlessly. It seemed to tease me by holding the thought of escape and freedom above my head, but I had no way of catching my freedom.
I had no way of keeping track of time, aside from the sun's light entering and exiting the small barred window, and the square clock ticking away beside my uncomfortable bed.
Nature's Wrath Chapter SevenChapter SevenNature's Wrath Chapter Seven by Lightblade4268
Early the next morning Animus made his way to Allie's hut, a bag of supplies on his back, to find that both Allie and Tonitra were waiting for him.
"Mornin' sleepyhead!" Tonitra greeted playfully. "Decide to sleep in today?"
"Okay, I get the point." Animus replied. "We shouldn't have teased you yesterday."
"Is that all you're bringing?" Allie asked. "We could be gone for a long time, you know."
"It's all I've got." Animus replied. "Besides, it only has to last until we get to Dusk Village; we'll have a chance to restock there, right?"
"Yeah, but do you have enough to make it that far?" Allie asked. "Anything can happen between here and there, you know."
"Just leave your junk here and let Allie handle all the supplies." Tonitra suggested. "Believe me, that bag over her shoulder is deeper than it looks. I
Rex Ultimus Chapter 1: DivineAaron was truly an enigma; he had been credited with systematically destroying several child abduction rings around the continent of Patria for the past couple of months, but there were no official documentation on him. The most consistent reports claimed him to be an ebony-skinned boy, possibly from Solaris, who was either a ninja or a mercenary, though he was no older than thirteen, and goes by the pseudonym “Light”. He supposedly was an escaped convict or trained mercenary, hellbent on a mission: crippling the countries of Patria, uniting them under his leadership, or some peculiar combination of the two. Concrete information on Aaron was sparse, to say the least.Rex Ultimus Chapter 1: Divine by zakielmori
Marcus, the lone swordsman, had traveled to Victoria, which was the last apparent residence of Aaron, with nothing but a set of travel clothes and a backpack. Marcus knew relying on Victoria’s finest would lead him nowhere; he needed someone who could find anyone in Patria at a moment’s notice, an a
Dark Fantasy Introduction and ProlougeIntroduction:Dark Fantasy Introduction and Prolouge by Black-Knight-4090
The darkness is has been around since the dawn of time. These monsters have had a big part in shaping our world from religion in the past to stories today; and are so powerful that not even something like the hydrogen bomb can even lay a dent in them. Humanity hasn't even known of this power for these entities of evil have tongues as silver as they can be. The only people who are immune are those who can see past the lie they have become the guardians of our humanity who have been said to carry swords forged by gods and magic that can destroy dimensions. These have been labelled has hunters of this darkness.
Many hunters have names that you’ve been familiar with such as Abraham Van Helsing and the Crew of Light. Some hunters have even made you believe that they were something that they weren’t really; like Dante Alighieri who was actually an alchemist not a poet that discovered a way to open up portals betwee
The Girl and the Demon Once there was a girl who had a demon.The Girl and the Demon by Aart-ish
Or perhaps, once there was a demon who had a girl.
Often, the lines of ownership became blurred for the girl, or the demon, depending upon whichever party presently felt in control at any given time.
The demon lurked deep within her some days, slumbering inside a little black shell next to her heart, or inside the deepest recesses of her mind, or else some place so deep that she could not even pinpoint its location.
On these days, she was immune to the beast's poison, and so great was her relief from its symptoms that she saw the world as an absolutely breathtaking and beautiful place. People were good. Life was good. And even when people and life were not good, she was still good, and she felt as though anything that was not purely and wholly good, she could make good in her goodness.
The world bowed to the girl when the demon was away, and she needed nothing more
Bobo Bobo peered through the smeared glass of his enclosure, considering all of the unusual names inscribed on the little metal placards of the other exhibits.Bobo by Aart-ish
And then he considered his own name. Bobo.
It was a Portuguese word meaning silly, foolish, buffoon, clown...
Names like Suricata suricatta, and his caretakers considered him to be the foolish one?
But Bobo didn't mind living in the zoo. He knew that a lot of the animals did. That it stressed them out to be kept in such tight and restrictive confines, strangers gawking in at them every day, invading their territories, feeding them food despite the signs clearly instructing them not to do so, making them sick.
Some animals simply weren't cut out for confined living.
But Bobo w
Dreaming BlindDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Dreaming Blind by RogueMudblood
Unseeing eyes stared at the painting on the wall. Staring back at her was a see of blue, shining from the sun's golden light and reflecting the clouds she had painted above it. A young girl sat on a cloud just to the left of center, staring with wide eyes at the world surrounding her cumulonimbus throne. Her face was turned firmly away from the rolling, dark clouds moving in from the left, promising danger to her.
It was the latest in a series of murals that had appeared throughout the building, and despite the fact that her hands had authored each brushstroke, Dinah had never seen the wonders she created. When asked she said she simply painted what she felt, and anyone watching her would have assumed she was referring to the way her hands moved along the walls she worked. Her fingers would search out each
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
For The Love Of SpringAt last, spring has come to strengthen our survival.For The Love Of Spring by Calypso1977
Yellow daffodils herald it's glorious arrival.
Tis no remnants of the darkened grays of winter's sadness.
For thou has grown weary of cabin fever's madness.
Vibrant colors springing forth from Mother Nature's womb.
For no longer dost she slumber in her ethereal tomb.
And I am truly gladden by the sun's warm rays.
For winter did tarry far too long, if I may say.
Surrounded by the sounds and sights of spring's rebirth.
My heart, knowing how much the wait was worth.
And as I bask in the setting sun's rays.
I beseech thee, spring...please, please stay.
Broken InsideI'm broken inside. Not whole, not even half.Broken Inside by Calypso1977
I smile a fake smile and laugh a fake laugh.
I can't be fixed, just a broken-winged dove.
I'm empty inside, incapable of love.
I'm broken, unmade, and completely undone.
Blame the VictimBlame the Victim, his cry!Blame the Victim by DraganTheMighty
He deserves just to die!
Blame the Victim, Just blame!
He's weak, easy game
Blame the Victim, again!
It's your chance, much to gain
Blame the Victim! Great show!
He is guilty! You know!!!
Blame the Victim, Just Blame!
Throw dirt on his name!
Blame the Victim, his fate!
Yes! He asked for your hate!!!
Blame the victim, again!
Yes, he asked for his pain!!
Blame the victim, again!
No man will complain
Blame the Victim! He's dying!
No mercy!! He's lying!!!
Blame the Victim...He’s dead,
But...He’ll come to your bed.
Blind followEons ago the universe was from the darknessBlind follow by Black-Knight-4090
One man was there a man who created & shaped the world we’re on
He later made us in his image
You’d think for a man like that he’d be flawless but he wasn’t.
But the people who he made saw him that way
A flawless Messiah who could do no wrong
But he made us and how did we respond;
We fought amongst ourselves.
We caused wars we split blood
We made wives widows and we broke families
We turned our own kin into the fruit that bore on the trees
Many of us have seen passed that and saw the reality.
The man who we have worshiped wasn’t perfect
The man we worshiped was more on the lines of tyrant
A man who could kill us if did what he deemed as unfit
We weren’t obeying him out of respect no that’s what he’d want you to think.
We were obeying him out of fear
Fear because the man that we praised and loved was no true God
He was but worse than any devil the one we've praised
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2)Chapter 2The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2) by Foxhound15
I drove up and parked my old beaten up car to go to the place where we would take the photo- shoot. Our school was called the Westcott High School Panthers and all of the football team were very nice, but the captain was somebody every girl wanted to date. I walked into the sweaty locker room to see all of the guys changing into their football uniforms. I walked down the rows of lockers past the guys with one of them saying, "Hey look at that chick." I ignored them and walked to the coach's office.
The office had many pictures in it, with the football coach playing for the San Francisco 49ers with Joe Montana. Another picture had him playing here at Westcott in high school. At the desk sat the coach, Coach Weston, my father. He had a black 49ers baseball hat on with a black polo on with the Westcott High School logo on it. He had reading glasses on as he read the paper that he was holding. "Hey dad," I said and he looked up, "Ms. Faulkner told me she wanted a team photo of th
Hello Evil, Back Again?Hello Evil, back once again are we? Are we ready to dive back into my inner sanctum and seductively poison me with your loving words? Do you think I'm ready to hang on a cliff edge every day to see what beautiful, deviant and menacing ways you can inject into my cranium? Sweet bliss, I think I found my perfect partner and one to marry.Hello Evil, Back Again? by ecoman22
But you left me once before, you ran off without a trace and left me alone, I had no idea of what to do or where to turn. I had a gaping hole inside me that couldn’t be filled, I was left confused and in disarray, why would you do that to someone? I thought we had a good thing going what we had between us! You tore me apart and never took into consideration my feelings, my needs, MY EVERYTHING! You raped my mind and left me motionless for days and weeks!
Days and nights I laid not moving, knotted up in my mind and in a constant state of nostalgia, recollecting moments of our most joyous occasions; I needed to fill those empty moments you gave me wh
Dracoree - Bard SongToday is the day we fight, today is not the day we die.Dracoree - Bard Song by Daneas
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
let them see the fire in your eyes.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not fear, do not weep, my child.
Embrace the flame lighting up the sky.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
The land and sky will sing your tale,
the seas will not forget your name.
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
the darkness will fade away.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not falter, do not flee, stay strong, my dear.
Let the enemy see your fire and steel.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Easarc and Burtus - Bard SongThis is the tale of Easarc and Burtus,Easarc and Burtus - Bard Song by Daneas
an ambitious dictator and a treacherous son.
He conquered countless lands, but while he was away
behind black curtains others plotted to take his place.
One day, led by his protégé
bloodthirsty men ambushed him! But in a twist of fate the tables had turned.
The daggers were about to reach his throat,
but he transformed into a dragon and roared.
The conspirators tried to escape,
but the furious beast bathed them in flames.
That is how this story ends,
may it remind future generations that longing for power is a bad trend.
The Dragon's Roar - Bard SongFrom the rubble and the ashes,The Dragon's Roar - Bard Song by Daneas
amidst the chaos and the cries,
to overcome the odds a warrior will rise.
The fury of the dragon’s roar will shake the whole world
and reverberate across the sky.
In the night, surrounded by flames,
he will fight to retake his rightful place.
He will roar and roar until it’s dawn.
His enemies will bow before the dragon’s roar.
ChicagoI drove down to chicago, just to see youChicago by Church38
It was a long road to go down, that much is true
Worth every second though, just to see you
Every day I'm coming, a little more unglued
Tell me tell me love, are we bulletproof
I believe you, I just need a little proof
I can just sit here on top of, your roof
Telling the stars about my day, and about you
Not alot to complain about when, there's the sun
Waking up in my arms every, afternoon at one
Warming me and basking, ton after ton
Love and good days, listening while i strum
Tell me more I can't get, enough of your voice
It's flows like silk, and it gives me the choice
Take all I've given you, revel in joy
Everyday it seems, I'm a child with a new toy
I drove down to Chicago, just to see you
It was a long road to go down, that much is true
Worth every second though, just to see you
Every day I'm coming, a little more unglued
I spent all my money, from here to there
Lost all my sanity, and accumulated wear
Told me friends I'd be back, soon I sw
Unfortunate DistractionDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Unfortunate Distraction by RogueMudblood
My fingers walked across the keyboard at what felt like a snail's pace. I couldn't seem to get the idea to flow, no matter how I tried. Of course, the distractions didn't help much.
It was an unfortunate misunderstanding.
I stared at that sentence, closing my eyes as I heard my name called from down the hallway. Sighing, I stood up and walked away from my desk. “Yeah?”
Janine stood in the hallway, her hands full of grocery bags. I smiled before taking the ones that seemed to be overloading her and making her tilt backward. “Do you have something against making more than one trip?” She grinned.
“No, I just prefer to not have to.” I shook my head, taking the bags to the kitchen. She followed shortly after, both of us emptying the contents onto the counter to sort the items
Dark Solitude of Terrorizing Hubris I don’t know how I got here. This place has always been so dark and dreary, mysterious and scary with the crushing weight of solitude. I can hear the people around me having a good time while I’m in the dark pondering this solitude. They’re laughing at me, I just know it. It always ends up like this, and it depresses me. I can only see one way out, a crack of light that holds the only hope for me. It’s so simple, so fast. The metal is cold in my hand, but it holds salvation and I now hold it! I pull it toward me and the light is blinding.Dark Solitude of Terrorizing Hubris by StevenGilby
I can never find the light switch in the bathroom when I’m drunk.
Pretty Girl SmilePretty Pretty little girlPretty Girl Smile by PrettyShadowj28
Step in to our little world
Everytime I see your face
It’s say you’re so pretty all over the place
I like the way you walk it’s so amazing
I like the way you talk it’s breathtaking
No guys can resist it your beauty
No matter where you go your beautiness shall follow
No matter what you do your cuteness shall follow
Uh oh what’s pretty all those rotten girls making fun of you
Oh just ignore them they don’t know you whatever they said it’s not true
Ahhhh you’re cute I can’t stop loving you
I just want to get to know
Can’t stop staring for while
The only thing I want to see your pretty girl smile
Until Everything EndsI write wordsUntil Everything Ends by buggerbug50
I write them all for a purpose
And that purpose is this
I write words because they make people understand
They help people comprehend life
How its not all colorful
How its not all fun
And don't get me started about how easy it is
You wake up
Pour a cup of coffee
But what about that homeless man sitting at the bar
What's his story for his morning
How about the fact he drinks to ease his pain
Every tip he gets goes to liquor
He drinks himself to death
Food is only for pleasure
Not for survival
How's about the girl who rushes to work every morning
The same one you nod to as she walks by
The one whose face is laced with makeup
The one whose face is laced with makeup...
Because the world is dark
Because that man there is gay
Because the world isn't all sunshine
Because sciology is not commonology
So help me explain
Don't walk up to strangers
Instead keep writing with me
Keep writing until there's nothing more to write about
Until the world understands
Until everything ends
Evil and the Mask: A ContemplationEvil and the Mask is a novel by Fuminori Nakamura, winner of the 2010 Kenzaburō Ōe Prize. This is his second novel to be translated into English by Soho Crime after The Thief.Evil and the Mask: A Contemplation by Konnono
I was going to write something deep and serious about the ever-changing aspects of the philosophies of life, but I realised nothing I say would come close to describing the feelings this novel has left me with. I’m simply not a good enough author for that. What I will write, however, are my thoughts regarding this novel.
I picked up Nakamura’s The Thief at a book fair last year completely on a whim. All my siblings are avid readers, but apart from Haruki Murakami none of us had ever truly explored the realm of Japanese literature. I’d read a few light novels like Yukako Kabei’s Kieli but that was it. The cover for The Thief was surprisingly attractive - bright yellow like a hornet, with an image of a Tokyo street bleeding through the title, writ
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Ciullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World TourCiullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World Tour by Ciullo-Corporation
Ciullo Corporation announces its very first worldwide art contest: Bifolchi! World Tour
Artists of any school are welcome to partecipate, contest will be hold on deviantART, NewGrounds, Cimmarian and YouTUBE, the rules are simple:
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Any submission MUST HAVE "Bifolchi!" in the title and a link to the OFFICIAL SITE in the description (on NG add "Ciullo-Corporation" as "Inspiration" in the credits of your creation, you may join also with collabs)If you add another fandom please write it in the description
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Debates Vs. ArgumentsI’ve mentioned before in a story/poem I wrote a few days back that I used to be in debate teams despite not being very good at debating. Long story short, teachers used to put me in debate teams simply because I speak English fluently, but not only can I not debate properly, I also hate debating. There’s a reason for that.Debates Vs. Arguments by Konnono
Debating, especially competitive debating, leaves very little room for gray areas. It’s either you’re right or you’re wrong; there’s no in between. Competitive debating takes it up a notch in brutality — you’re trained to nitpick at every chink in the opponent’s argument, to take it apart and point out every flaw you can find so that you can completely annihilate the opponent and prove that your side is ultimately the right one. Debating teaches you to disregard the other side’s opinions completely, and that was always something I was never fully comfortable with.
Personality-wise, I’m a pacifist. I
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Nowhere for Nobody.I'm off again.
Off in a world that no one knows about
And one I can hardly find.
It happened again.
That red streaked nightmare that haunts me.
Something so familiar I could almost mistake it for a memory.
You are yelling again.
The sound is like a drill as it penetrates my ear drums.
A sound I hear so often and, yet, I never get used to it.
I'm spinning again.
Down into the darkness to the bottom of everything.
A state so familiar I forget why I left until I'm drowning.
Runa r o u n dHow would you feel if you could run your fingers through my hair?
If I let you have a dance. Give you a taste like I didn't care.
What if I let you be like a child on a playground.
Forced you to be silent as you laid me on the ground.
Wouldn't you like it if I just took you in my hands,
Used fingers to memorize every vein and strain.
Touch you like I understand.
Wouldn't you be begging for me
If I kissed you like you were sick.
Placed myself upon your -
I bet you would like it.
Maybe even love it for a day or two.
But by the end of the week.
It's the same old streak.
I'd end up being used
M e.I cut myself open
To lay honesty on the table.
I thought it would be nice,
You didn't even have to use your scalpel.
I just threw up everything in front of you.
There was no class.
No premeditated strut.
There was just me.
N a t u r e.I couldn't believe the way
I couldn't breathe
When I saw you in the room.
I want to bite at my fingernails,
But I know it's not lovely.
So I just tangle my fingers through long blond hair.
I want to look up at you even if I shouldn't,
But I'm terrified of your soul-filled stare.
I can't seem to stop touching my face.
Only because I keep wondering if I am turning red.
I can't figure out how to think or make sense in my head.
I want you to stay, but I need you to go.
So I can catch my breath and feel my toes.
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