Stockholm. 1.Light always comes first, as light is the source of most things. Certain flowers turn in the direction of the sun, twisting their leaves and petals in this dirt to face the ball of yellow; light is the source of sight and color, both of which directly affect human emotion which in turn affect performance on various different levels; and it is assumed that when a child is forced from the womb the first thing they see is the light, a terrible contrast to the dark safety of the sack of nutrients and a morbid parallel to the light at the end of an approaching death.Stockholm. 1.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
But when Franks mind began to birth itself back into consciousness he did
Stockholm. Prologue.Water sloshed inside the kettle. From the kitchen, Frank could see into the living room; the place where linoleum met carpet and where the flashing lights from the television set illuminated the couch. The back wall. Gerards passive, sleepy face. Frank turned on the gas burner.Stockholm. Prologue.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Gerard chewed on his thumbnail in the other room, visible through the large, wooden walk way. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Frank said nothing. He watched condensation gather on the kettles metal surface, beginning around the middle and then dripping down and hissing in the fire. Like tears or sweat. He picked up the tea kettle by the black
Stockholm. 13. End.Franks sister sat next to him on the couch in the living room of his mothers home, where it was decided that he would be staying until his treatments were done, holding his rough hand in her dainty one, her nails manicured and painted with a light, translucent pink. She smelled like a flowery perfume and it was giving him a headache. He could have said something about it, but he didnt. It just wasnt worth it.Stockholm. 13. End.4 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Six months after his abduction he was seeing two therapists, detailing to the both of them about how he lived with Gerard. He kept his promise to himself and didnt tell them about kissing Gerard and his odd
Stockholm. 4.There became something serene about the darkness of the enclosure. With his body curled into a ball, knees against chest and tip of thumb in mouth, he was like a child in the womb, listening to the sounds of the outside as if he was hearing them through the amniotic fluid he had long since experienced. Through the walls, he could hear Gerard shifting through foodstuffs or flicking on the television early in the morning. In his space- Franks space- he could listen, but not experience. It was a place of safety. He sometimes wished Gerard would assume that he was asleep and not knock on the door so he could continue to count the times hisStockholm. 4.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Stockholm. 2.When Frank was about seven years old he was introduced by a neighbor to his favorite series of books. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark was a collection of horror stories, all contained in three thick volumes. Each volume had a cover embellished with a moderately disturbing image drawn in splattered black ink; and Frank, being obsessed with fear and addicted to adrenalin, ate that shit up by the fist-full.Stockholm. 2.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
On weekends, when his mom told him he could stay up to nine o clock (but no later), hed tuck the book under his arm, along with one of his dads heavy-duty metal flashlights, and pull his blankets over his head in a
Stockholm. 12.Franks hand shot out in front of his body. No, Im not a hostage! Dont shoot him! Gerards open hands moved up to the side of his head and he slowly took a step back, his neck bent, his head down. The man with the gun, slightly taller than Gerard, kept the gun on him; Frank was smart enough to know he wasnt going to shoot, but his heart still pounded like a hummingbirds, nervous nausea threatening to bring vomit up his throat.Stockholm. 12.4 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The man stood with his legs apart, steadying himself, and he told Gerard to get on the ground. If youre not a hostage, then what are you? he asked, and it
Stockholm. 9.I wanna know something.Stockholm. 9.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
It was the closest to a command that he would ever get. Beggars are not choosers and captives are not commanders; at best theyre lucky puppets if their strings are around their wrists and ankles instead of their necks, and theyre even luckier if their puppeteers dont decide to grind them up into firewood. So when Frank stood in the small, dark space between their two bedrooms, that couple of feet between where he stood and where Gerard stood, he was either feeling remarkably lucky or particularly stupid because puppets do not make demands of anyone. Even if they are particularly privilege
Stockholm. 3.There was a knock on the door. Frank?Stockholm. 3.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
From underneath the door Frank could see yellow light, visibility that had been reduced to specks because of the thickness of the carpet. The shadows of Gerards feet were visible, making blocks of darkness in the speckled line of light. Frank had actually been awake for several minutes; not awoken by Gerards knuckles on the door but by the soft sounds of the lamp clinking on and the dresser drawers opening closing. He made a sound of acknowledgment, his back stiff from being propped against the sharp angle where two walls met. Making his back erect in an attempt to stretch some of
Stockholm. 10.Mornings with Gerard smelled like pancakes, or sometimes fried eggs or waffles or even nothing because they were just going to have cereal, and sounded like the glass sound of plates on plates and birds singing their romances. His fingers stretched across the bed, bending over the ninety-degree angles where the edges of the bed were, his body spread like starfish across the mattress so it took up nearly the whole space. The shades were drawn and Frank could only tell because the back of his closed eyelids were blood-vessel red; a soaked-up pool of his own saliva was cool and wet on the corner of his mouth. In the kitchen a metal pan made oilyStockholm. 10.4 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Stockholm. 11.Morning came and Frank found himself not wanting to leave Gerard's room, likening to sense of security and comfort to being a child, warm in his bed, on a day his mother let him stay home from school sick. Gerard left for work as he usually did, looking tired and grey and Frank couldn't help but guiltily speculate that maybe it was his fault. Before Gerard left, they didn't hug or kiss or show any sign of affection other than their usual goodbyes. Tiny worms of worry wriggled like an infestation of maggots inside him and he prayed that something would go right soon so they could leave the tension and aggression behind.Stockholm. 11.4 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The window in Frank's
Stockholm. 8.Gerard wiped the blood from Franks cheek with a blue washcloth soaked in warm water, his face expressionless, if not a little somber. Frank held onto the edges of the bathroom sink, head bowed, not wanting to look at the disfigurement the swelling had caused to the side of his face. With the cloth between his fists, Gerard wrung the water out into the sink and rinsed it again.Stockholm. 8.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Do you know why I put you in there? he asked monotonously, as if he didnt expect a correct answer or even an answer at all. He pushed Franks bangs out of his face and wiped his forehead gently. Muttering to himself he added quietly,
Stockholm. 6.If there was something Frank needed, it was good news; a hand extended in the name of kindness or a small favor for no particular reason. And on the Thursday of the following week, the week succeeding when Frank was nearly gunned down in Jewel, he got just that. Gerard knocked on his door, knuckles tok-tok-tok-ing in the very early hours of the morning, and Frank had to fight his way to the door through the chowder-esque thickness of the sleepy fog that had rolled in over the front of his eyes and on the conscious parts of his brain. The sun hadnt even poked the top of its round head over the horizon yet and the room was brisk and chillStockholm. 6.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Stockholm. 7.There was a terrible, bleeding hole where the second to last molar should have been and his tongue moved around in the rusty-flavored gum, flopping through the indent in the soft, squishy flesh. He held the tooth in his hand, and moaned in utter horror, ready to scream and flail at the piece of him that had been ripped from his body. The sharp roots scraped across his thumb and his open mouth bled onto his palm, making his hand sticky and warm. With his tongue he could feel that the other molar- the tooth in the very far back of his mouth- was wriggling loose and the thought of vomiting up all his teeth until he was nothing but gums sent himStockholm. 7.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Stockholm. 5.Within the week, Frank's wrist had healed, the pain down to only a dull soreness when he twisted it too far or moved it at too much of an angle too quickly, and he unwrapped the bandages, scratching at the skin that had been horridly itching in the only place he couldn't scratch. His nails on the discomfort felt only slightly less pleasurable than sex. The bruising on his nose had started to fade, also, and he was looking just about back to normal. Gerard made a point to ask him frequently if he needed aspirin or something to help him sleep. He was acting more like an overbearing, over concerned mother than someone willing to kidnap a strangeStockholm. 5.5 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
JaD: The Dark Reign pt.1Man, what a shitty day. Daxter jumped from Jaks shoulder, stretching his arms into the air.JaD: The Dark Reign pt.15 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Stop complaining, Dax. Its better than being in war. The green-haired man sighed and grabbed his reflector beam, leaving the Zoomer in front of the Naughty Ottsel.
Yeah, sure. As if digging through sand is any better than shooting those metal heads into pieces! Jaks furry friend headed to his bar, the heir of Mar followed him silently.
Oh, I wonder if Tess is waiting for me already Daxter chuckled and kicked the door open. Where is my sugarplum?
JaD: The Dark Reign - CLIMAXA Precursor was standing over a citizen of Haven, aiming the womans head.JaD: The Dark Reign - CLIMAX4 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Im sorry I have to kill you. Suddenly he found himself engulfed in flames as three others around him did. Screaming, he fell from the inhabitant and died.
Whoa, that was close Sig wiped off the sweat on his forehead, whistling.
Not bad, Siggy. Scar grinned and attacked one Excu warrior, ramming the gun barrel into his mouth and blowing the head off.
My names not Siggy, cherry. The wastelander loaded his Peacemaker again and kneeled on the ground. Suddenly a shot passed his shoulder.
Gene vs. MelvinMelvin looked up towards the angry genie girl with teary eyes. Cant we talk about this?Gene vs. Melvin4 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
She sent a ball of magical energy flying towards him but Melvin just barely managed to hop out of the way. Melvin hopped quickly away from the enraged genie barely avoiding magical blasts.
Youre alien girlfriend wont help you here!! She summone a giant magic sphere over her head. Hey batter, batter, batter SA-WING!!!
Melvin started to hop faster now that he had a giant ball of magical energy and whe
.Fanfiction. Blue Bird -Part 1Title: Blue Bird.Fanfiction. Blue Bird -Part 14 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Pairings: KuroganexFai (TSU), Hinted DoumekixWatanuki (XXX), SyaoranxSakura (CCS),
Warnings: Dragon AU, Evil Ashura,
Disclaimer: Copyright CLAMP
Summary: AU, After being forced on a vacation by the ever-loving princess Tomoyo, Kurogane is caught up in a maelstrom of misfortune and misunderstanding as he ventures into a cold town and meets an even colder dragon.
Note: This is currently being written for NaNoWriMo, and while I don't exactly not edit my work (as you are supposed to) I haven't gone over the entirety of it with red ink, so any errors, mistakes, or potentially "out o
JaD: The Dark Reign pt. 6Hello Jak. Its nice to see you again.JaD: The Dark Reign pt. 64 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The warrior found himself in a dark area, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Turning his head around, he looked for the speaker.
Im here, fool.
Dark stepped out of the shadows, faint light shone on the upper right half of his face, leaving a completely black shadow on the rest. Jak gulped and stood up, his other self chuckled.
So you found your device, huh?
I suppose. The warrior walked back a little. Where am I?
Where do you think you are? Youre dreaming and I slipped into your dream, turned it black
JaD: The Dark Reign pt. 3Why did that stupid Avarize call us ? Why? One of the metal heads roared, raising and lowering his rifle.JaD: The Dark Reign pt. 35 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
As if I knew Come on, Crackbone, lets ask that guy there. Pointing at Jak, the metal head next to Crackbone directed the hordes attention to the confused warrior.
Good idea, Reap. Hey, you there!
Jak turned to the speaker. What is it?
Do you know why that stupid Precursor called us?
Why would he call you anyway?
Weve got a pact with them. They give us food and everything else, and we do whatever they want.
JaD: The Dark Reign pt.2You cant be serious! Jak shook his head and threw back the letter.JaD: The Dark Reign pt.25 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Im as serious as I can. She sighed.
I dont kill Precursors without reason. As long as he didnt know anything about this Precursor, he wouldnt touch the gun. Sure, he had killed the Ottsels in this town But they had been clearly under the orders of one of these abductors.
But this was one of those terms you agreed to when you decided to work for me. Dont you remember? She smiled. Whatever If it makes you feel so uneasy, here is a file about him. She pointed at folder
The Twilight Alliance - Part 1The Twilight Alliance - Part 15 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The Twilight Alliance
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Chapter 1 - Lost Souls
Sora received the message from the King nearly a year after Organisation XIII had been defeated. It was just about the time that Heartless had begun to be active again - and this was no mere coincidence. There had been a small detail that the keyblade bearers had overlooked when fighting nobodies in the last invasion of darkness - the soul.
Each person, Sora was told, is made up of
Epic Fanfic: Our Ninja Way 10We are truly in Sound Country, now, Kakashi observed absentmindedly, glancing at the empty buildings that had once been the homes of a proud country- back when this, now-deserted, village was known as the Land of Rice Paddies. It had been a small, profitable country back in its day- the main food source of the Five Lands, for it was where the staple diet of rice was grown, hence its name. When Orochimaru took over and made the Hidden Village into his own, he took the role of Otokage- the Sound Shadow, and enslaved anyone who could not escape, turning them into subjects for his cruel and twisted scientific experiments.Epic Fanfic: Our Ninja Way 104 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
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The Twilight Alliance
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Chapter 15 - Illogical
"Well, that was a pain in the neck," Axel was saying as he materialised next to the huge processor in the otherwise empty room. "But, I admit, the outfits they all wore were pretty cool,"
Riku looked over his clothes, which had returned to normal now that they were out of Space Paranoids.
"I wonder how the others are doing?" He asked, wondering especially about So