The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than
Twilight in a NutshellHello, my name is Bella Swan. Isnt it such a pretty name? Its supposed to make you think that Ill be a deep, beautiful, gracefully written---wait a sec, did I just say graceful? Because, as youll unfortunately find out, Im the complete opposite of graceful. Clumsiness, which is intended to be the flaw of my otherwise perfect character, plagues my pitiful, unworthy female human self for this entire series. I'll constantly remind you so that you can remember how unworthy and pathetic I am.Twilight in a Nutshell4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Anyway, Ive recently moved to live with the commoners in Forks because Im self-sacrificing and I only want my mom
FlutteringsIt hurted.Flutterings2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My stomach was hurting for days. Mama said it was probably ulcer or maybe my drinking of so much Coke. But I ate and I ate and never drank Coke, and still my stomach hurted. Even if Mama went to the place where herbal plants grow to get a bunch of leaves so that she could squish them and put them in my drink, my stomach didn't stop hurting.
Papa said it was time to call the doctor, so he put on his funny straw hat and went to call the doctor. And when he came back, there was a funny-looking man that followed him into our little house. He had long kinky hair with white stuff in it and when he smiled he had very few teeth. His skin
The Story of Harry PooterThe Story of Harry Pooter9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Harry Pooter and the Supery Glowy Thing
By: Nellie and Chester
Okay, so once upon a time, there was some little fellow named Harry. It's WEIRD that he'd be named that, seeing that he isn't sorta as hairy as you'd think he'd be with a name like that. Anyways, he spent his days living in a shoe… in a zoo! With his only living relatives, who were really mean zoo janitors! Wait, no, they were car salesmen! NO! They were NEWS ANCHORMEN! (dun dun dunnn)
Harry always had something weird about him though, a strange mark that would never go away… that was his HUGE-MONGOUS AFRO! Nobody knew how it got there… or WHY it was there…. But uh… it was t
Me and My Shadowi.Me and My Shadow2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias. Even here, leaves abound, draped over the fuzz-curves of his figure as he soaks up the moonlight. Papa's soft voice turns my gaze to the moon. Remember, Carlos, our shadows are but imprints of the moon. Remember the Eclipse. I shiver and hold onto an acacia branch. I'm careful not to let my shadow near the shoreline where sea meets sand. That's why acacias are aquatic; they drowned their fate with the sea, Papa says. We cannot, we must not let it be our shadow's fate. We are nothing without our shadows. And yet the tide sweeps towards my toes as the moon charioteers across the silver n
AFortress...His embrace a fortressAFortress...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her bumper sticker is peeling. The one that says 'I (heart) my Marine!' It's been months, but it's still true, so she keeps it, letting it peel and fade in the weather like a scab. Like a scar.
The sticker is hers, the truck is his. Nevermind that all the paperwork is now in her name. Nevermind he hasn't driven it in a year or more. She drives it to work, and pumps the high-priced gas, and pays to have the summer tires swapped for the snows. But it's his truck.
The wall above the bed becomes his shrine. She papers it
He Understands, My Latvia DoesI heard a saying once, that the best gifts come in small packaging, or something along those lines. I never gave it much thought; I was always so certain that bigger was automatically better. Bigger meant wider, longer, fuller, thicker, anything along those lines, and anything along those lines was better for whichever country was obtaining it; Wider and longer space for land, fuller populations and trade, thicker income, all for the betterment of a nation.He Understands, My Latvia Does3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, in my eyes, bigger ways always better. However, that was before I'd obtained my little Latvia.
His body is small, both short and thin, and though he's often the color of the snow I
2: 202 things about yourself2: 202 things about yourself8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Your real name:
Natural hair colour:
Other distinctive markings:
Game on a cell phone:
Play an instrument?:
Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:
Like to sing?:
Have a job?:
Have a cell phone?:
Like to play sports?:
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:
Have a crush on someone?:
Live somewhere NOT in the united states?:
Have more than 5 TVs in your house?:
Have any special talents/skills?:
Missing You - Mikey WayMissing You - Mikey Way6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Title: Missing You
Warnings: Death, depression, murder
Summery: It always starts with the innocents.
Point of View: 3rd person/Mikey Way
Main character: Mikey Way
I wish this could be
A happy song
But my happiness disappeared
The moment you were gone
It had happened. Frank and Mikey went out to buy a few Monster energy drinks. But the two had gotten separated. Frank left, thinking Mikey was right behind him. But the poor bassist had gotten swarmed by fans. He didn't mind, but Frank didn't hear his yells. His pleas for him to wait up. Finally, once Frank was out of view, Mikey gave up. He signed everything, answered qu
Hero [Loki x Reader (pt20)]Your cheeks were still burning after dinner, because you couldn't stop thinking about that little slip-up and how you should have kept your mouth shut. You were on your way back to "your" room when Steve rested a hand on your shoulder.Hero [Loki x Reader (pt20)]10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey," he said, and you turned around. "Mind if I talk with you for a moment?"
Oh geez, how many "talks" were they going to try to wring out of you? But you nodded and motioned for him to come along with you, and you sat criss-cross-applesauce on the bed and he pulled up a chair.
The way he straightened up and folded his arms over his chest made you feel uneasy. His out-of-date wardrobe only added to his pat
Gajeel x Levy fanficThe Best Ship Is... Partnership?Gajeel x Levy fanfic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was slowly settling in Levy's mind. Her being chosen for the S-class exams had been shocking enough. But the fact that Gajeel - Gajeel - had offered to be her partner for the duration of the exams had almost blown her mind. She was grateful because it had raised her chances exponentially and also solved the dilemma of choosing between Jet and Droy. But...
There was always some but.
Gajeel was, simply put, an insufferable slave driver.
"We've got only one week to get you in better shape. Stamina is the most important thing here. You need to be able to keep up with me."
"But-" Levy tried to protest as he
Dreamers"Mummy, I want to be a dreamer when I grow up."Dreamers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The little child sat propped in her bathtub, foam covering everything except her head, which burst with wet golden curls. Her hands scooped at the foam before her, covering her skin in bubbly snow. She threw her hands upwards, letting the bubbles fly, watching them take flight and descend on her mother's hair. They popped, one by one, and she giggled.
"You can't be a dreamer when you grow up," said her mother, sitting on a pink stool next to the bathtub. Her sad tawny eyes surveyed her only child, her mistake. Bitterness tore at her features, turning them haggard and twisted, but the child saw
Towers - 1 - 004"Ignorance is my life." Rifel admitted, his hot breath hitting Duncan in the face as he remained pinned to the soil. "It is all I need to know; and so I know everything."Towers - 1 - 0045 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Valessa cringed as Duncan took no credence from these words, choosing instead to raise his fist and bring it down upon Rifel. The sound that followed was indescribable – only signalling the extreme pain of the older vulpine.
"You crave knowledge; and so you know nothing..." Rifel continued under his breath, clearly in a pain most intense. "That pursuit of knowledge... will only bring you hurt and sorrow. Hurt and sorrow will... deliver you to death."
Duncan started to