Dear DepressionDear Depression,Dear Depression1 day ago in Free Verse
I remember so perfectly
The moment I met you.
I was nine years of age,
Wearing a pale pink dress,
My hair curled elegantly,
Falling gently around my shoulders.
And, ha! I thought it would last,
But was I wrong, oh, was I wrong.
I remember the moment someone
Impaled my mind with their opinions
Of who I was as
That, dearest Depression, is the moment
I understood what it meant
And, although it was you,
Who made it hurt,
Who made it throb
And made my thoughts thrash within my
You were my friend.
I turned to you,
my 36-day-long sadness.
I loved you.
But it killed me.
Loving you made me aware
Of what "suicide" was,
And more importantly,
Why is existed.
Loving you brought me happy little moments
Cuts on my thighs.
I listened to you, oh, Depression...
"Find the nearest scarf, rope, thick string"
You'd say these things
Echoing in my bedroom
SeedsSeeds2 days ago in Profiles
In the world of Endvale there are Spirits known as “Kámpia”. These are incorporeal nature spirits who seek out human vessels within which to inhabit.
A Kámpia obtains a human shell by entering into a contract with said human. The nature spirit promises to fulfill one wish. This wish may be for power, beauty, wealth, or any earthly desire. As compensation, the person offers his or her body for the nature spirit to one day claim for itself. This completes the contract.
Once a person agrees to a contract with a Kámpia, he or she becomes a “Seed”
As a Seed a person will germinate for the time when his or her body will be reaped by the Kámpia. This germination takes the form of the person developing characteristics and traits that reflect the nature spirit that will one day inhabit it. This could mean the sprouting of wings, the growing of a tail, the development of scales, horns, or feathers..
Art and Other WeaponsI use words like an anchor.Art and Other Weapons2 days ago in Free Verse
Tying myself down to a piece of paper.
In books my heroes used swords,
I use a pen.
I got a mind as violent as a hurricane.
I could use these words to build me a raft.
Because it’s the only weapon I have.
And this pen isn’t what it looks like.
I finally found some sort of voice.
I can use it. These thoughts inside our heads are like bombs, so let’s defuse it.
It’s my torch.
I could burn the shadows, set fire to these fears.
I could use ink instead of tears.
I could use books and poetry like a night light
Because I never liked the dark anyways.
I could use it like a head stone…
Writing about all of my friends who couldn’t find a flash light
I could write and write
Until my skin was stained with lilies made of ink.
I write because I think
And when you think too much there is no escape.
So I say, when everything is too much
Little dream weaver, you have all the pieces.
Arm yourself with a paint brush,
Death Battle Tag Battle: Dan Hibiki/Donkey KongDeath Battle Tag Battle: Dan Hibiki/Donkey Kong1 day ago in Profiles
Bio: Dan couldn't let this opportunity pass him by--a chance to compete against foes from alternate dimensions and prove his worth as the mightiest martial artist in the world? However, on seeing some of the competition, he realized that he would need the best to protect-er, I mean-battle alongside him. Saddened by the fact that his star pupil, Blanka, was already taken, Dan saw an equally-good substitute in the form of Donkey Kong. After a bit of boasting and a touch of fibbing, Dan actually convinced the ape to be his partner, DK not knowing any better.
Intro: Dan Hibiki sprints into the ring, grinds to a halt, and pulls his trademark thumbs-up and grin combo. "Introducing," he says, proudly, "The ever-unstoppable, nigh-unbeatable force to be reckoned with! The tag-team of Dan Hibiki--" At that time, Donkey Kong lands on the ground with enough force to make Dan stumble. Both share a quick glance, then Dan continues, "AAAAND DONKEY KONG!" On hearin
A Thief in the Night 1 (Gt)Running away was easier than I thought it’d be.A Thief in the Night 1 (Gt)3 days ago in Profiles
However, sprinting through a thick, dark massive forest in the middle of the night with a giant chasing you was not easy in the least.
Hey, I didn’t plan for that to happen. I thought I could escape my current life and make a quick getaway in the forest next to my village, but clearly, nothing was going my way. Leaves crunched under my feet and the insects hummed in the thick summer night air. I ducked under another branch, almost whacking myself in the face in my fear-induced plight.
My heart rate rose dangerously high as huge, earth-shaking footsteps drew closer. I willed my body to run faster. The moonlight dimly shone through the foliage, but my vision was still severely impaired from the near-pitch black darkness.
How was it, that after only half an hour of being a runaway, that a freaking giant found me? I thought I was being pretty stealthy, staying hidden
Taree Sawada: Temporary BioTaree Sawada: Temporary Bio3 days ago in Profiles
Name: Taree Sawada
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Alliance: Village Hidden in the Reeds
Chakra Type(s): Fire, Water
-Master Tactician and Strategist
Kekkei Genkai: Kyōchōgan (Dōjutsu)
My Fnaf AU (NEW) Mike SchmidtMy Fnaf AU (NEW)7 hours ago in Profiles
-24 (1st game)
-25 (2nd game)
-Adopted daughter (10)
-Works the dayshift at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza
-Favorite food is lime pie
-Favorite animatronic is Foxy
-Mike can be rude to people he isn’t close to. He doesn’t care much for the animatronics but, he doesn’t like seeing them get damaged. Mike tends to tease Jeremy at the second restaurant sometimes and sees him like a younger brother. Mike has actually known Jeremy since they were kids. While being a guard, Mike curses at the animatronics and calls them names.
-32 (1st game)
-39 (2nd game)
-21 (4th game)
-Has two pet huskies (Jasmine and Nickelous)
-Favorite food is cherries
-Favorite animatronic is Toy Chica
-Richard is a serious man but, he is very relaxed most of the time. He constantly is watching over Mike and making sure he is doing his job right. He doesn’t take a
umbrella boyI'm barefoot on the asphalt-umbrella boy2 days ago in Free Verse
rain turns the roads
I'm swimming down
the stream to reach you,
but can't paddle
and I know the rain won't harm me,
nor will the skies of gray
but come here
and hold me tightly-
TechnicalityYes, I am technically an adult.Technicality3 days ago in Editorial
Yes, I know Disney is technically made for children.
Yes, I still watch the movies and belt out the songs at the top of my lungs.
No, I don't care if you think I'm weird or immature.
... Embrace your inner Disney!
Prelude: Peter the Great vs. George WashingtonPrelude: Peter the Great vs. George Washington3 days ago in Profiles
George Washington vs Peter the Great
One of them is a rebel, against the very embodiment of absolutism. Both are legendary leaders of their nation, but who would win in a fight?
“Destiny may ride with us today, but there is no reason for it to interfere with lunch.”
Peter the Great
Born: Pyotr Alekseyevich, June 9th, 1672
Title: By the grace of God, the most excellent and great sovereign prince Pyotr Alekseevich the ruler all the Russias: of Moscow, of Kiev, of Vladimir, of Novgorod, Tsar of Kazan, Tsar of Astrakhan and Tsar of Siberia, sovereign of Pskov, great prince of Smolensk, Tversk, Yugorsk, Permsky, Vyatsky, Bulgarsky and others, sovereign and great prince of Novgorod Nizovsky lands, Chernigovsky, of Ryazan, of Rostov, Yaroslavl, Belozersky, Udorsky, Kondiisky and the sovereign of all the northern lands, and the sovereign of the Iverian lands, of the Kartlian and Georgian Kings, of the Kabardin lands, of the Circassian a
Frieza, Frieza, FRIEZA terrorizes DB!Frieza, Frieza, FRIEZA terrorizes DB!3 days ago in Profiles
Aliases: Emperor of Destruction, Freezer
First Appearance: (Manga)Planet Namek, Cold and Dark. (Anime.) Brood of Evil
-Considered a prodigy to the point he didn't even need any formal training
-Owns about 448 planets as he rules over his empire
-Destroyed Planet Vegeta and a good chunk of the Sayian Race via a Supernova
- Ordered the extermination of the entire Namekian Race in a effort to obtain the Dragon Balls there
-Fought off the Z-Fighters, the likes of Gohan, Krillen, Vegeta, Piccolo, and Goku.
-Survived the explosion of Planet Namek, on top getting beaten to a upper torso with one arm by Goku and himself by accident.
- Was rebuilt into a cyborg after this,becoming much more powerful as a result.
-DNA was used in the creation of Cell.
-(Non-canon.) Helped Cell in a rebellion to get out of Hell. It did not work.
-After being revived, went under five months of tr
The Princess From Venus!“Howdy, Sheriff!” Dixie was a country girl, born and bred, and as she was playfully exaggerating her accent, her speech was filled with long vowels and numerous dropped consonants. “I reckon this escaped prisoner has got to give herself up, seeing as how you got me cornered.” She stopped abruptly. “Zeb! Where’s your sheriff costume?”The Princess From Venus!2 days ago in Short Stories
Dixie wore a black-and-white striped costume dress, with COUNTY JAIL stenciled over her right chest pocket and INMATE 67801 over the left. She wore a matching striped hat, and black high-heeled cowgirl boots.
Zeb, however, still wore his overalls. “Dixie, you ain’t going to believe this, but…”
Dixie threw up her hands. “Oh, no. No, no, no! We’re not going through this again this Halloween. You’re not about to tell me you captured another girl you think is from outer space.”
October's Turnpart of meOctober's Turn3 days ago in Free Verse
within october's turn,
where neither baptism
can reach, wash away
the predictable chaos,
under dying leaves, there
a season's worst-case
spins its past and
into the motor windings
of autumn's mechanical angel
its secrets released
from the unsafe, opened
not by the turns of a dial,
but a turn of things
for the worse,
a turn taken
taken tangled, barefoot
and slick with storm
into silence, packaged
damp and tightly,
into a moonless night's
and i'm wading its river
on skeleton legs,
waiting for daybreak-
for october's hillside
to take its turn
toward orange and red,
in the still-lost
of a boy sunk
somewhere, just below
last summer's surface,
a boy still caught
before breath and sunrise
in autumn's cruel currents
of water and memory
The MeatloafThe Meatloaf2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
This is a true retelling of an event that occurred a few years ago. You may not want to read this while you're eating or if you're physically ill for some other reason. I've changed the name of the third party for their protection from the obvious mockery that would ensue if anyone they knew were to find out about this story.
Akuoreo and I have lived together for about ten years now, and in that time we've had a number of roommates. Most of them weren't terrible, but a few have done things that led to our decision to never have a roommate ever again. Some of them were actually pretty scary, too, but none of them as genuinely, soul-grippingly terrifying as the tale of Dwight and the Meatloaf.
Anyone who knows us well knows that in the spring of 2007, Aku and I were effectively homeless. For a few months, we lived in a tent in my dad's farm in the middle of nowhere. Eventually, we were offered a slightly better place: A trailer camper, tucked awa
Elena's Puffird EncounterElena is a beautiful blonde haired girl who is the daughter of Redlyn's Governor Maxwell. She is a childhood friend of Nova and Pepper as they frequently play together almost every day. She also harbors a crush on Nova's older brother, Kurai.Elena's Puffird Encounter1 day ago in Short Stories
One day, Elena walked to the plain grassy fields on a bright warm day. She raised her hands up in the air and spun around like a ballerina giggling.
"I hope my father doesn't mind me stepping out of the town," she said to herself. "I know how he gets worried sometimes even when Nova and Pepper are not here to protect me this time," she added as she thought about her friends.
After she spent more time running through the fields, she then ran into a strange ballooned shaped bird called a Puffird and smiled at the ballooned bird.
"Hello there big round birdy," Elena waved to it gently with her hand. "What are you doing out here?"
The Puffird looked at Elena by tilting its head and blinked its little black eyes for a moment. To answer Elena's question
[Mikoral Ch 7] Needle in the Thread Early morning rays of sunlight bathed the forest below, casting warm rays upon the snowdrifts which sparked against its touch. A grey feline pelted through the flurries, his well-muscled form slithering through the foliage on experienced paws.[Mikoral Ch 7] Needle in the Thread1 day ago in Sketches
He hadn't seen his beloved since the Spirits returned, blessing them with renewed powers, as well as new laws. It was because of the Spirits that Coral couldn't move to Water Tribe as they had planned, but the General couldn't bring himself to hate the celestial beings. If they made this new law, it must be for a reason. All must be loyal to their tribes.
But he made his way to Air Tribe with hope fluttering in his chest. The previous night's Gathering brought great news! The Spirits had decreed that the tribe cats may join another tribe if they so chose. Coral could come back with him now.
Surely that was destiny? There could be no better proof that the Spirits approved of their relationship.
La Maldicion del Primogenito» CACHORRO | Nacidos para ser separadosToda historia sobre el recién nacido suele ser tierna, acompañada de grandes alegrías y expectativas, pero en mi caso, no fue así. Fui el primero de una camada de dos gatos que, tras llegar al mundo y cobijarse en el calor del vientre materno, sintieron como ésta se deshacía en un último suspiro. Mi melliza era idéntica a ella, y yo, idéntico a mi en ese entonces, dolido padre, quien lloró sólo una noche la ida de quien se suponía fue su amada pareja. Por nuestro tamaño y la necesidad propia de la edad fuimos entregados ambos a una misma nodriza, en quien nos cobijamos tan juntos como habíamos llegado al mundo. El nombre de mi hermana fue Diurna, por los colores cálidos que tenía. A mí en cambio me llamaron Azabache, exactamente por lo contrario. A pesar de las diferencias que compartíamos, no por ello éramos distantes o peleábamos contiLa Maldicion del Primogenito1 day ago in Profiles
The Perfect PresentThe Perfect PresentThe Perfect Present3 days ago in Short Stories
“No need to pout like that,” my wife told me.
I blinked. “Huh? I wasn’t pouting…”
“Please,” Carmen said, a knowing smile exposing her cute, chipmunk teeth. “Your bottom lip was practically quivering.”
I tried to glare at her but, as always, it just didn’t work. She was so damn beautiful. She was as tall as me, dark hair framing a youthful, playful face, all on top of a curvy figure. It wasn’t as curvy as I might have liked, I admitted to myself, but I still found her irresistible. I would kill to see her with another 40 pounds (or even another 140, or more…) but, even so, she was sexy enough as she was.
“I know you find my book clubs boring,” Carmen continued, “and I love you so much for sitting through them. I do appreciate it, I really do - especially on your birthday.” I made a no-big-deal gesture which she defiantly ignored. “Which is why I have a surprise
Trapped WithinShut up!Trapped Within22 hours ago in Free Verse
I don't want to listen anymore.
Get out of my head!
I can't depend on anyone.
There is no way to save me.
If it's up to me to make the voices leave,
I am powerless.
All I can do is try and drown them out with music.
I find myself closing up.
No need to worry anyone.
sometimes pain is the only way to tone things down.
I really hope things change.
Whispers of the sweet release offered by a blade seduce.
I can't though.
I have reasons not to.
I want to be free,
but I can't escape myself.
People are busy.
People are stressed.
People are sick.
Who am I supposed to talk to?
Who could I trust?
I can only cry and crank the volume of my music.
Sleep would be best,
but I can only sleep so much.
Go away go away GO AWAY!!!
and take my pain with you!
I am such an idiot.
Red Right HandDon’t cry for me because I am already deadRed Right Hand1 day ago in Songs & Lyrics
I’m just trying to hide when the night falls
Because in the dark I turn to the red
And I shine so much brighter when the dark it calls
Carrying the red right hand of doom
Got a fist filled with boom
And I’m ‘bout to come at you
You can come at me calling out demon
Come swinging cause I may be out but never beaten
I’ll toss away this broken throne
A man don’t need a chair when gods live in his bones
Carrying the red right hand of doom
Got a fist filled with boom
And I’m ‘bout to come at you
Been down to hell and then came riding back
Still out here riding just to deliver you
Holding the sword Excalibur to lay out smack
And I’m still rolling to deliver for you
You haven’t yet seen the best of me
Rising from a cesspool of humanity
I got heroes in my blood and genes
A whole damn army in me to set you free
I got myself a red right hand of doom
Bout to drop it down with a boom
Never doubt t