Like A Worm- A Midnighters fanfiction
This fanfic is written in blank-verse poetry
Because the mind doesnt work in sentences and paragraphs
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When you first told me I was a mindcaster
My first thought was of a fisherman with a giant pole and reel
To me, your mind is like a worm
On the hook and a sure-fire thing
Why did I let the fish bite you?
Back then, nine years ago
When you realized midnight was almost over
You said we had to go home
And you touched my hand
It wasnt even a minute that we were there
And I finally broke out of the grip.
Why did you seem so sad then?
Yes, thats what its really li
Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE-- Only You
A short story that takes place at the beginning of Tokyo arc
Been roamin through this darkness,
Im alive, but Im alone
And part of me is fighting this
But part of me is gone.
-- Love Me When Im Gone, Three Doors Down
I woke up when I felt a soft, furry body crawl under my arm. I raised my head and saw the white creature that had arrived that afternoon snuggled into my elbow, like a living teddy bear.
What are you doing here? I asked, my voice a whisper because, truthfully, I was too tired to be louder. Arent you supposed to be with your friends?
A Conversation Within Empty Space
Fan fiction for 9
There was absolutely nothing around.
It wasnt like he was surrounded by only black or white, or any of those clichéd images. That would have at least been something, but he had the feeling that if he were to recall this later he would only be able to remember himself somewhere.
The black-and-white striped doll started walking, or at least going through the motions of walking. He was sure he wasnt going anywhere, but he kept his feet moving.
After awhile, the doll found the silence unbearable and began humming a simple tune. Soon, his voice taut with the nerv
Start Anew- Fan Fiction for "9"
This is a part of a holiday contest, please excuse me for the mass amount of fluff. Also, as a note, I like the thought of 3 being a girl since 4 always seems to hide behind him/her, and the thought of older sister/younger brother relationships seems sweeter to me.
Seven woke to hands shaking her shoulders and Nine whispering anxiously, "Seven. Seven, wake up."
She bolted up, nearly hitting Nine in the face, he was so close to her. "What is it?" Her hearing sensors were already straining to pick up sounds of a beast or any other potential threat, but she heard nothing. Everything was eerily quiet.
She looke
((Fan fiction for Shane Acker's 9. This is an alternate take on the events, and a look at how 6 sees the world. Look to the author's notes at the end for more information.))
After I was created I saw things, heard things, and I thought everyone else could as well. But when I talked to them about these things they were clueless, asking me what I meant or simply humoring me and going back to what they were doing.
So I drew what only I could see. At first I thought it would help the others remember they could do this too, but they couldn't, and maybe I realized that earlier and never wanted to admit it. But still I drew, so I could show them a