I Close My Eyes -GoW- by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
I Close My Eyes -GoW-
-----------------------***Gears of War 2 Spoilers abound***------------------
I close my eyes and I see Maria. Not my beautiful smiling wife. Not the one that I fought through fourteen years of endless blood and guts to find. I see the Maria all my fighting, all my searching, all my hopes were rewarded with. The one that was an emaciated walking corpse that shuffled out of her prison of a holding tube. The one with dead eyes and welts from the lobotomy scars trailing across her once perfect skin. I can still remember the rotting smell she emanated as I held her, as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. My stomach still aches with the f
Tall green walls lined the labyrinthine structure, the cream colored tiles below her feet and the similar off white panels above nearly spotless in the halogen light. The entire scheme put her in mind of those sappy little saccharine postcards or childrens drawings of the perfect little farm house with horses and chickens wandering around in the field beside the ideal structure. While behind the crayon drawn windows you knew that a family closer knit than a new pair of mittens were enjoying the joys of their every breath in their perfect world. She tried not to snort. Whatever could be said about this place it was far from a farm house,
Yowling. Screaming. There was a plethora of sounds cascading into one lump sum that was best described as: Sheer Chaos. The din rattled the windows of one of the more reasonably sized warehouses in St. Canards infamous outskirts. This particular locale was practically a landmark for those with questionable morals (or more appropriately... none at all whatsoever thank you very much). It had ben aptly titled Malicias Warehouse, because creativity runs low in the general criminal mind when faced with a task such as this. It was known to be where the demonic bombshell could hook you up with anything from liquor to... wel
DarkerDWD- Sick Among The Pure by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
DarkerDWD- Sick Among The Pure
Er Spoilers? Maybe? Possibly? I dont know, nothing that hasnt been a part of main arc already I think. Mostly a character exercise to get back into the uncanon mind of one particular character. Roleplay has certainly taken me back a few notches in that respect. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
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My name is Duncan Glomgold, I do not have an accent. I do not wear kilts. I do not resemble my uncle in the least which is more than fine by me. I do not go by this name often as it seems to distract people and put a different spectrum of expectations on me and when my position is seen in the
DarkerDWD- Light at the End by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
DarkerDWD- Light at the End
**Timeline note**
This most likely takes place after Doubts and Doppelgangers and early on in Trials of the Hero.
Written as a Birthday gift for xebbie
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Keep busy.
That was the plan. Keep busy. Keep your mind off what was probably happening that you were supposed to stay out of. Dont dwell on the way hed looked when youd said good-bye. Friends believed in each other and he was going to believe in Drake. No matter how much it made his stomach twist in terror to think of what he was sure to be facing off with maybe even right now.
Launchpad McQuack looked toward where he knew t
DWD-RP- Like Joan of Arc by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
DWD-RP- Like Joan of Arc
The door opened to illuminate the house with the light of the world outside only to be drowned in darkness again as it closed. Her keys tinkled against the counter as she tried not to listen to the saturated silence of the house. Everything was alright, she reminded herself. The monster was dead, her husband was alive, and her children (though currently missing) were in excellent hands. Her bottom lip started quivering and she squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking through her lashes. She wanted them back, her babies would be safe now... she wanted them back and then shed shove the next time traveling device she saw right down its bearer
DWD- I Will Protect You. by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
DWD- I Will Protect You.
Her feet slapped against the pavement splashing the murky water out in great arches. The rain had started again and it soaked her to the bone, her hair was slicked to her head and her tattered dress clung to her, saturated with the downpour. She wouldnt stop running, she told herself, she wouldnt. Her heart was banging against her ribcage, her legs burning from her frantic sprinting, the rain water was blurring her vision, and her lungs ached. Keep running keep running
The alleys around her had been populated with eyes that she didnt dare to glance at. A few hands had grasped for her as she bolted past but she
DWD- Charming Young Man by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
DWD- Charming Young Man
It was another beautiful spring day in suburbia. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the birds were singing and on Avian way Darkwing Duck was fuming.
-AND do you know what he screamed when he pushed the perpetrator into the police squads trip line? The hero spat angrily as he tossed his hat on the kitchen table with a scowl. Spoon. Like THATS supposed to make any-
The conversation was interrupted by a snort of laughter that was quickly covered up with a cough. The masked mallard turned an unamused glare on his teenage daughter who struggled desperately to look like the sound had co
He stood perfectly still with his eyes closed. Predicting the future predicting his success, drinking in the triumph he had already procured. The screams carried down the hall and bounced along the catacomb like structure of the subterranean lair he operated out of. There was a sweetness to the sound. A maddening romance to the feeling he got when he knew he was winning. Vaguely aware that she had already been there, he felt her small hands slide admiringly down the muscles of his back before they glided around his sides to trail along his abs. His eyes opened slightly to stare straight ahead as a cheek nuzzled his back speaking it
Her Beaten Path - DWD- by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
Her Beaten Path - DWD-
-Chapter One-
The Birth
The day the child was born was just like any other to those unaware, but to those anticipating birth, it was a tense day. The sun was far from brilliant, the air was not a gale or laced with biting wind, and there were indeed clouds in the sky. So long had they wanted a child but were cursed by infertility and a devastating still birth. He still remembered the small creature that would never know the sensation of air passing in and out of it's lungs, never get to see the people who had hope
-Her Beaten Path- Ch. 2 by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
-Her Beaten Path- Ch. 2
Chapter Two
Never to See the Sky Again
The joyous news of the Macabre heir traveled throughout the social ladders like wild fire. They were one of the oldest magical families, and among the most powerful in their society. There were talks of the bloodline failing which would leave the Spellbinder or Vonkarumah names at the top, but now their legacy was secured for the time being. The months after her birth passed by with no complications as their daughter started to grow. However, he found that there was one problem he hadn't
Hero
When he woke up it was with a disoriented snort. His eyes danced into focus as he shook the strange feeling out of his head. His mouth was terribly dry as he looked around the grimey alley where he had slept. He sighed angrily to himself, he wasn't sure what woke him. It was a dream he was having... it was odd. Someone was looking for him, just for him, bent on finding him. He let his eyes rest on the crushed cardboard that sat across from him that had big oddly colored splotches on it. He didn't like dreams like that. Because they were dreams, they never came true.
DWD- Darker- MV origin by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
DWD- Darker- MV origin
The child had become accustomed to his mother's strange taste. She would make all sorts of strange food that smelled as equally questionable as the material they were made of. It wasn't wise to push this though; it was all she could afford. He understood that. He understood a lot of things. Some people had called him a genius. A prodigy. He also knew what those were, he didn't feel the part. His mother told him everyday how precious he was, how she was so proud of him. He knew she was, because as it's been said he knew and understood a lot of things. He also knew why he had to be home schooled, and why he didn't get to see his mothe
Roots of Revenge
-Chapter 1-
Blood and Soil
There was a knock at the door. His hand remained steady as he packed the two small vials into separate cases, as he tried to ignore it. The lab around him was saturated in a green aura from the array of various potted plants. The lights casting long leaf like shadows on the wall, and making it appear like a grim scene out of a B horror movie. The hesitant knock came again. His vibrant blue eyes snapped to the door
Bah Humbug.
By Christina (Kitty) Smith
He was gone. No one was really sure where he went but at the moment, they were enjoying their peace. It was the night of December 24 in St. Canard. Snow was falling, children were giddy from their recess from school, and those who celebrated the plethora of holidays in this month were slaves to last minute shopping. Actually, at this time of year it was even scary to be a villain. Sometimes, you just had to sit back and take a few days off while the populace was too busy fighting
-DarkerDWD-Lonely People by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
-DarkerDWD-Lonely People
The snow was falling heavily, settling upon the dark city like icing. It made even the dirtiest places look clean. But for one who has no shelter to use, the snow closely resembles the sheet pulled up over a dead man's head. The homeless shelters had no more room, and the charity of others didn't amount to a hill of beans anymore. For the most wonderful time of the year it was down right the cruelest month of them all. A young mallard tried to get his hands to stop shaking as he wrapped his arms around his shivering torso. He had no where to go, not even a stoop to try and avoid the large snowflakes tumbling lazily from the sky. He was
It happened again today. The chain link fence was easy to climb and he had proven he was all too capable of doing so. But it wasn't the fact that he climbed the fence that got him into trouble, it's what he did afterward. Elsa was an old dog. One that had been a guard dog in her hay day but recently she just sat around. The creature had more than her share of burden in her youth, so her masters sought to make her comfortable in her elderly years. Maybe because like so many people, they felt compassion to their un-evolved cousins they wanted her to be at peace. No one was quite sure what had triggered the evolution of the animals to the
DarkerDWD-Because of Her by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
DarkerDWD-Because of Her
(Please, read "Hero" before you read this (you can find it in my Scraps) kthanxbai.)
This was his second night. He flexed his fingers slightly, the dark leather glove making a small creak as it expanded. He looked around the tower. It was a mess, but he had just managed to set this space up. No one would know from the outside all the demolition that had occurred at the top of the Audubon Bay Bridge, he hid it extremely well. He still couldn't untie the knot in his stomach that lingered whenever he thought about what he'd done. He'd built extra support for the top of the structure then torn apart the inside to make a large open area for
Sly 3- Penelope's Hero by LiteraryKitty, literature
Literature
Sly 3- Penelope's Hero
It happened here. The water lapping against the hull, the light checkered through the grate, and the rocking. Oh, the rocking. She pulled her knees even closer to her chest trying to ease the sickness in her stomach. She could hear them cackling above, their plans fading into indeterminable mumbling as it reached her. It couldn't end like this, why did she have to be so short sighted? She should have kept her head down, should have realized they would try something like this. It was the oldest trick in the book. A book she always rolled her eyes at and scoffed at the stupid, brainless, girl for getting kidnaped. Now, here she was, stup
And did ya see it when he got the seventh touchdown?! Holy crap!
Kamie.
Right..sorry bout that..Holy poop! she giggled as she imitated her favorite football player, by running around the café.
...Aaaaand theregoesnumberseventyonerunningdownthefeildtherehegoeslookathimgo!! she darted between the chairs and costumers, as she pretended to grip a football under her arm.
Mary stood up from her seat, and called for her to come back.
Kamille, you get back right this instant young lady!
TOUCHDOOOWWWNNN! she threw her tiny hands up in the air and did a little dance onc
Fear
Milly started from her sleep in a panic. Itd been a nightmare again, too real and vivid for her abundant imagination. And yet, it had already slid into obscurity, stalking her from the shadows of her room. Her breathing was shallow and quick and as much as she wished to, she couldnt bring herself to cry out for her father. So there she sat in bed shivering.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed the scary things away. Instead, she was greeted by broken segments of her dream: Green eyes that shed grown to know through out the years both cold and warm, a laugh that in the waking world was music, but in the land of Nod chi
DWD-Angie and Drake Moment by MizzMegz, literature
Literature
DWD-Angie and Drake Moment
It was one of those rare moments where she caught him sleeping and she could reflect. He seemed like any other mallard or father or grandfather on a Saturday afternoon dosing on the sofa. Nobody could truly appreciate how much he truly deserved his rest. His life was full to almost bursting with hardship and at the same time just as full of sweet memories, laughter, and joy. She could only hope that hers would be as robust. He never did anything by halves. It was all or nothing.
The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corners of her beak as a soft snore escaped him, she repressed it. He shivered. Not wishing the chill to rob him of his rest
Sick bay south was one of the more private and elite health institutions on the SHUSH campus. J. Gander himself came to the south bay for his biannual physicals and for his every other medical need. So to Dr. Lance McCain it made perfect sense that he should recover from his traumatizing event with his patient here as well. Nothing but the best for the best.
Looking in the mirror he could see an ugly bruise forming around his neck where he'd been throttled and his eye where he'd been punched. His head was a violent ache and there were a couple slashes across his face. He made a mental note to have the patient's talons trimmed…possibly remove
A jangled explosion of sound ripped through her nightmare. Startled and disoriented, Maria tumbled from her bed, sheets entangling her legs. It took her a moment to realize that she'd only been asleep for a few hours and that it was the urgent bawling of the phone that woke her and not her alarm clock. Scrambling madly to right herself and get to the phone, she managed to tumble and graze her shin. There was a sense of urgency in the way the phone continued to ring, images of the night terror fresh in her mind…Elmo and Dr. McCain. While she certainly had no respect for the man, she didn't wish any harm upon him either, as had been occurring
Hello long abused writing account! Just a heads up over here for those of you still around and wondering two new chapters have been updated to Trials of the Hero (finally) http://www.fanfiction.net/u/588734/icequeenkitty
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3540808/8/Trials_of_the_Hero
Chapter eight. Up.
Nine: already typed.
Ten: currently typing.
Probably got at least six more chapters awaiting computer treatment.
ROLLIN'. ROLLIN'. ROLLIN' ON DA FANDOM.