The Magic of Music The Magic of MusicThe Magic of Music 4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Music is a beautiful thing, though I might have a biased opinion. I am a music junkie. I listen to music 24/7 or at least have access to it. Quick ex. Morning = speakers playing music. Brushing teeth = speakers playing music. Eating = speakers or headphones. Car ride = headphones. During class = headphones around my neck, unless if working, then they are on. Tests = headphones, surprisingly teachers don't care xD. After school = headphones/speakers. Shower = speakers. HW = speakers. Night time = speakers.
You get the point. I am as fanatic about music as you can get. But why am I so fanatic about music?
Well music is relatable, it resonates, it creates scenes in your head, and induces emotions through simple tones and beat. For example, listening to Yiruma, one of the most famous piano players in the world, can induce a calm, relaxing feeling, while listening to bands like, Black Veil Bride, Green Day, or Sleeping with Sirens will induce responses like empathy
Haurka x Reader: Past,present and future~Haurka x Reader: Past,present and future~4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
You can be queen again
Your all alone all on your own~
Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours~
You lost your mind in the sound, there's so much more~
You don't get what all this is about~
Their method in my madness, there's no logic in your sadness~
You've got it all, Your in control~
Rid all the monsters in your head~
Put all your faults to bed~
You can be queen again~
Listen to 'You can be king' again while reading XD
(10 years old)
Even though I am new, never have I thought that someone would be that interested in me. I moved from my hometown to Iwatobi after my parents died; My aunt offered to take care of me, but shes always gone at work.
Living everyday as an orphan hurt. Knowing my parents aren't in this world anymore. My boring and never ending life. I always wore a ring on my middle finger, it was my mothers
The Essence Of Crystal Azimuth - Chapter ThreeThe Essence Of Crystal Azimuth - Chapter Three4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Chapter Three: Encounters.
The Lombaxes returned to the elder’s hut to continue their discussion. “Alright James, I think I can trust you enough to reveal my real identity. My name is Crystal Azimuth, the general here is my father and that’s all you need to know.” Explained Crystal, James’s eyes widened in shock and slightly pointed to the elder. “Your his daughter?! I didn’t know our leader had children!” He replied, Crystal rolled her eyes in annoyance and shook her head slowly walking towards the elder.
“This Lombax is a moron...I don’t know if he’s trying to be amusing or incredibly stupid...” She said quietly, Alister raised a brow to James. “It’s almost like your trying to say that becoming a leader your forbidden to have a family and only focus on protecting your people.” He said, James chuckled and glanced over to Crystal. “So your saying, your just like your...” Rudely interru
Death Answer Me!? Who am I!?"We don't know what kind of people we truly are until the moment before our deaths." -ItachiDeath Answer Me!? Who am I!?5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
My name is Lykos. 16, lives in the US. Almost died from suicide, once by hanging, once by overdosing.
And I want to say.. That the quote from Itachi in Naruto, can not be more true. When you face death, and when you are able to think clearly, you begin to realize just how fragile life is. You stop seeing days as simply another day to get through, but rather you want to soak every hour, every minute, every second into you...
The world is beautiful beyond belief...
To hear the birds chirping.. To feel the warmth of the sun.. To hear the little giggles and laughter of the people around you... It really is a miracle...
This is the amount of seconds there are every day.
Everyday you waste time, you won't ever get it back. It just get's written off as a lost.
So don't waste your time.
Listen to music, write, read, run, DO S
Project Semi-colonProject ";" (semicolon) you may or may not know.Project Semi-colon5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
But, I want to share it with you all anyways; it is a beautiful project, one to encourage other's to keep going in this harsh, cruel society that has developed today;
project semicolon is meant to compare our lives to sentences when authors/writers write;
when writers write, we use ";" to continue a sentence when we could have ended it;
and the same exact thing with a life; some people could have ended their lives but they chose to keep living... ;
project semicolon is a beautiful project, an old one, but a beautiful one;
just a quick google search will give you more information;
Keep Strong... The Void Will Disappear"It's almost unbearable, isn't it… the pain of being all alone. I know that feeling, I've been there, in that dark and lonely place..." - Somewhere in Naruto xP.Keep Strong... The Void Will Disappear5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Curled up into a ball on my bed, I slowly fell deeper and deeper into a void. With hollow, blank eyes I stared outside.
Depression is the worst thing you can ever go through.
Everyday was hell.. At school, at home, anywhere.. was a living nightmare.
With silent screams and pleads for help, I tried to get someone's attention, to take notice and to save me.
"I'm fine" - Help.. Please...
"Hi" - Look into my eyes and see the bags underneath them...
"A slight smile" - Please take notice... Please lend a hand...
If you are going through the same thing that I have gone through.. Please know everything will be fine... I know it does not feel that way. That everything should burn, that you are worthless, that you are a burden, all these feelings and turmoil of emotions. But, *places my hand on your s
SilasHe stares at the slopes, their bent backs smooth and cold, twinkling under a bright sun that was much too far away. He realized with distant sadness that he no longer loved Morden. He’d loved her once – every peak, every slope, every drift that he had ever climbed as a child. His feelings for the place were meek at best, and he’d grown quite bored. Stagnation left him broody and foul, and even more disagreeable than was normal. But, Ker had a way of bringing out the perpetual child in him, and for a moment he forgets his frustration and incites a game of play. He unfolds the wing closest to her and presses it firmly against her side. All the while his teeth are clasping harmlessly around invisible threads of air around her face.Silas5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
What I Don't RememberWhat I Don't Remember5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
There‘s this little patch of land down the street from where I live. Technically, it belonged to the neighborhood adjacent to ours, but that five-foot tall, wooden-rail fence was like a ‘keep out’ sign on a door without any locks. It’s got a creek like a crooked spine down its middle, and the mud around it was full of crawdads if you dug deep enough.
Some kids from my neighborhood and I used to go down there and just screw around for a couple of hours before dinner. Throw rocks at the frogs, try to jump from one side of the creek to the other, or even try to climb from one end of the top of the sewage tunnel to the other while hanging on to the rails and inching our toes across. Sure it was only a twenty-foot stroll, but there was also a twenty-foot drop into the creek bed. The only time you couldn’t see the floor beneath the surface was after a big storm. Otherwise, it was just a spot under the jog path where the white kids like us would go. Every now and
Blotch #1The morning dawns bright and cold. Overcast, a clear swathe of grey that stretches across the sky. Birds screech and squawk from opposing trees, branches swaying to an unheard tune. Houses sit, dark and dormant, occupants stirring with the clack of ceramic and the burble of a hot coffee maker. Rodents scurry through shrubbery, leaves and branches creaking from the force of miniscule paws. A lawnmower growls to life, a steady beacon of noise in the relative silence. The scents of gasoline and fresh cut grass burn cold on the paltry breeze. The sun shines, hidden, and paints the world in stark greys. The road is cracked down the middle.Blotch #16 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
My Friend's Old HouseTop of the morning to ya lads and lassies! (Yes I had to.) We're finally in October again. So I've decided I would share a couple of my true experiences through out the month with you. This is my first one; and whether you believe me or not, I hope it will at least be fun to read.My Friend's Old House6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
This happened in November, 2013, and actually a few months after my cemetary incident with the pick up truck. It also involves with my main crew I usually talk about again: Beth, ZeZe, Kashi and Sebastian. But another friend of ours, Sam was with us this time.
Sam told us she used to live in this big house on a hill for 10 years when she was younger with her family one day, while me, Kashi, her and ZeZe were still seniors in high school, and that it and the land was extremely haunted. One can see it on that hill from the main road a good distance away. She told us what happened to her and her family when they were there; she also told us about "the lady in white." People see a woman walking around
Destiny: Broken Memory Fragment 1Encrypt. Begin Record.Destiny: Broken Memory Fragment 11 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
My name is Saris, Saris Karm. This memory fragment is a log of my thoughts, a simple device, crude but all I had to hand. Shards of empty data housing, designed to record Warlocks dreams as they walk the phantasmal world in our minds to search for answers, that they might be studied later, and shared in the name of progress. I felt it should be said and known, my story and those of my friends, for my time is not long and there is nobody else to tell the tale. We are not likely to be spoken of by the Tower, our sacrifice ensured a great evil fell. But I suspect the Tower will only speak of praise for the group that descended and killed the one they call Crota. But let it be said and quietly whispered of our story, for it should be known what we did to ensure those Guardians made it to the realm of the Hive Prince. I will tell you how we stood, how we fought and how we died… most of us at least. Ghost told me, 127 Guardians came to heed the call, some friends
Make Me Happy"You make me happy in the simplest of ways. Whether it's a lame pun or the way you look at me when someone messes up a word because you know I heard it, too. You make me happy when you sing and dance while driving, even when it's 3am. When I feel you close to me at night or when you let me play with your hair--you make me happy then, too. Shall I continue?"Make Me Happy1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
"So much more. When you wrap your arm around my shoulders or give me a lopsided heart because I'm mad about something, you make me happy. When you try to teach me about your passions, you make me happy. The way your smile moves all the way up to your green eyes makes me happy. And when you laugh at my jokes? That definitely makes me happy."
"Wow, I never--"
"--Wait, I'm not done. Now that I've started, I want to finish."
"Go on, then."
"It makes me happy when you lay your head in my lap or let me stretch my legs out across yours. When I think up last minute plans and you agree to join me without hesitation, it makes
Smile"The way your smile spreads across your face never ceases to take my breath away."Smile1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
"Yes. It will curve up your lips and then it travels up to your eyes and you always tilt your head just so to look at me and I swear, I would do anything to keep making you smile like that."
"Nobody has ever said something like that to me before."
"I have mixed feelings about that."
"Well on one hand, it's a shame that nobody has ever told you how amazing those moments are. But on the other hand, I'm glad because if they felt the way I do when you smile, they would surely fall in love with you, too."
My South African Story First at the airport. Waiting. Waiting. Nathan. Hello Nathan! Waiting. Saniya. Hello Saniya! A little bit more waiting. Everybody. SN. What was just quietly waiting not five minutes ago has now become a giant loud explosive operation of unloading, moving, loading, and once again unloading ungodly heavy dufflebags in a mad dash with everybody’s spirits high and for a lack of a better word, nervouscited.My South African Story1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
After we checked in, and got through security, we faced our first barrier. Worry was up next on the emotional rollercoaster, as Amy picked the short straw of fate, and landed with a ticket in Shannon’s name leaving the entire group unsure if she would even make it. We were all relieved when we saw her walking out the back end of security, and we formed one of those all-too familiar Mount Madonna circles where SN gave us the lowdown, and tried to prepare us for the next grueling twenty or so excruciating hours.
Airlines are assholes. Anyb
Vom Fachmann fuer HINTNERWenn der Bestürzung darüber, kein Bier mehr zu haben, die Erleichterung folgt, dass kein Bier mehr zu haben nur ein böser Traum war, bedeutet das nicht, dass man noch Bier hat.Vom Fachmann fuer HINTNER1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Night TerrorsSo for a long time I've wanted to tell someone about this but I've never really gotten it off my chest. I have horribly disturbing dreams. I don't know why and I hope dreams are no reflection of a person or their subconscious, because if so then I am definitely insane. Not all of my dreams are this way, but the ones that aren't seem to have no meaning at all. They also seem like the dreams of the insane, but in a less dark way. They're just incoherent series of events that I can barely piece together the next day.Night Terrors1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I'm fortunately never in the bad ones. I watch events unfold as a disembodied perspective, like a fly on the wall. I don't believe this is true of course but they always feel as though I'm somehow watching something horrible happening in the real world in real time through some astral window. This always comes with a feeling of dread, disgust, and a strong sense that I am not supposed to be seeing what I am. The people I'm watching never seem to know that I'm watching. Here a
CHAPTER 7: Best Ending "Hey Erik, cool off." I said before turning the sundae upside down over his head, dumping it all over him.CHAPTER 7: Best Ending1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
"W-Whoa! C-c-cold." Erik said while wrapping his arms around himself in a desperate attempt to warm up.
"Mmm..Mmm..Bwahahaha! You look ridiculous, like a melting snowman. Hahaha!" "Hmph." Erik pouted probably too cold to reply. Okay. Revenge time is over. I turned Erik around, and pushed him out of the store. Away from all the staring eyes.
Erik was currently in the men's room cleaning up. Meanwhile I was waiting for him outside with a hot coffee. I had also gotten him a towel, but he took that out my hand the moment he saw it like it was some kind of legendary treasure. Perhaps dumping a sundae on him was too harsh? But he was being a demon king, but still.. UGH!
Luckily my little guilt party didn't last long, for Erik came and sat next to me on the bench outside, silently sipping the coffee I gave him. "..Sorry." Erik mumbled.
"What did you say some
SKLTPremise: A series set several years after the events of RWBY which focuses on the daughters of Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang set into different story arcs.SKLT1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Topazu Xiao Long
Titan Maw: Liopleurodon Grimm
Shadow Raptors: Velociraptor Grimm
Chiraptor: Bat Grimm
Sobek: Crocodile Grimm (resembles a Deinosuchus)
Draco: Komodo Dragon
Illusionist: Frilled Lizard
Reaper: Praying Mantis
Scorpileo: ManticoreLernea: HydraEaglequine: HippogriffTauren: MinotaurSkyclaw: GryphonTri-Dog: CerberusQuetzal: AmphitereFlame Bat: Wyvern
HurricaneNot long after my mother lost her battle with cancer, my aunt and uncle decided I could use some time away from it all, so we wound up in Ocean City at the same time as Hurricane Ernesto. There's a picture of me somewhere, waving from a hammock strung over a flooded beach in the rain - an hour after that picture was taken, that hammock was gone, blown out to sea as the storm grew stronger.Hurricane1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
We had my cousin with us - she was three at the time, and to keep her from being frightened, we all pretended everything was okay. We explored the closed-up boardwalk. We drove out to Assateague Island, wondering with each loud Crack! whether the windshield would hold up to the barrage of debris. For dinner, we split crab legs at the last restaurant open - a pub overlooking the sea wall, where the news anchor held onto the railing as he tried not to be washed away by the swell. I slept beside the window that night so no one else would have to; little needles of ra
Malic Bio pageFull Name: MalicMalic Bio page1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Nick Name: Mal
Hair: Blond and Black
Skin Tone: Light Blue
General Build: Skinny with some muscle
Distinguishing Features: His Blue horns, markings on his face and his blue tail.
Preferred Clothing: His black shirt with the belts and his pants and boots.
Accessories: His staff that he can use magic on and it can play music.
Personality- Mean only cares about taking over the throne and making his brother suffer.
General Attitude: Mean
------Likes / Dislikes:------
Likes: Jewelry, music, children (not a pedo loves to play them music)
Dislikes: His brother (hates him with a fiery passion of a thousand suns)
Abilities of Note:-- can do magic and likes to play music with it.
Fears: Losing his parents and sister, fire
-Malic lived with his siblings and
Nightmare - Dermatillomania - Chapter 6 - W.I.P-Nightmare - Dermatillomania - Chapter 6 - W.I.P-1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I can hear sirens, a flickering white light, it feels like I'm moving,
suddenly a voice says " quick, get us to the hospital, he's been in a car crash", another voice said "we need morphine, he won't make it in this condition",
What are they talking about, the car crash happened almost 3 years ago
"Mr. Jones,can you hear me Mr. Jones ?" a voice asked me, "Y-yes" I replied
"Do you remember your first name ?" he asked, "David" I replied, a muffled conversation between the voices could've been heard, I passed out,
I'm in the hospital bed, something is touching me, I opened my eyes screaming "Hope!",
"try not to move,you can't be moving in your condition" a man in a white coat said, "W-where am I, what day it is ?, Wheres is hope ?" I shouted, " Please try to calm down Mr. Jones, you've been in a car crash, everything is going to okay"
"N-No, this can't be happening, not again, I've been trough this before" I said,
he then approached to the nurse and whispered something in her ear, she wen
Nightmare - Stranger - Chapter 5Nightmare - Stranger - Chapter 51 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
muffled TV noise mixed with white noise woke me up, Headache,
"He's waking up!" a woman voice shouted, I opened my eyes to the sight of a nurse near my bed, "Where's Dr.Anderson ? " I asked, she had slightly confused look on her face, "Dr. Anderson ?" she asked, "Y-yes!" I replied, "He was here yesterday", she went out of the room and talked to another nurse, they kept looking at me with a strange faces,
few moments gone by and a man entered the room,his name tag read 'Dr.Mitchell',
He looked at me with a half smile "How do you feel David ?",
"I feel fine, Wheres Dr.Anderson, I have to see him", I replied
He stopped smiling , a confused look began on his face " Who's Dr.Anderson ?" He asked,
"He was here yesterday, I fainted at my workplace few days ago", he looked shocked,
"You've been here for almost 2 and a half years David, you were in a coma after the car crash"
It can't be, I'm dreaming,This is all a fucked up nightmare, I covered my face as I started crying, I felt his hand touc
Underworld legends 3 : the dynamic duo"Hey, Kali , Sykes would like to talk to you " one said before a third one grabbed her from behind.Underworld legends 3 : the dynamic duo1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Today was q big day, an event promoting tolerance between races , several artists displayed their work.
Among the spectators is Kyle Betstshkof, Kyle come ps from a middle class Jewish family and he is proud of his heritage. Kyle is fresh from police academy and just joined the NYPD .
Ace is also present wearing his favorite jacket, but he wasn't here to watch, he heard that the KKK plans on a terrorist attack and is here waiting for them.
Then a group of white supremacist crash the place.
"You motherfuckers think bloods should mix , let's see how your blood mixes on the floor ".
They start shooting everyone Kyle ducks behind a table, which Ace was taking cover in .
"Who the fuck are you " shouts Kyle
"I am trying to save your ass ". Ace shouts while holding a SMG
"You are using an illegal firearms".
"Shut up and shoot" shouts Ace giving him another SMG
VenganzaDe un instante a otro todo acaba y todo empieza. El fin de una vida será el fin de una historia y el comienzo de otra, nuestro prologo ha terminado.Venganza1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Como una bruma, mirábamos esa fría mañana, el frio subía lentamente por nuestros descalzos pies sobre la tierra húmeda por ese casi extinto roció matinal, un cruel silencio se apoderó de todo lo que nos rodea y nos evita de escapar de esta cruel realidad. La ausencia de tu ser es más de lo que pudiéramos imaginar, una lanza ha caído sobre tu pecho, tu pulso te ha abandonado y una mueca eterna surca tu rostro sin intenciones de parar.
Todo pasa, pues en ese instante mi ser se quedará a tu lado y mi cuerpo buscará aquel que con la ira descontrolada de un fuego bruto clavó esa arma que todo consume como cual lobo a una oveja.
Cazando se encuentra aquel sin razón, un instante para responder y encontrar un rastro no más sin recuerdos atraviesa ese bosque que todo co