Heaven's Religion : ShortieThey were never going to accept me. It didn't matter what I had done in the past, what I was doing now, or what I did in the future. They were never going to accept me. And while I knew this as well as everyone else did, I couldn't hide the fact that I really did want them to. But, in the end, they were never going to accept me.Heaven's Religion : Shortie6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This single thought lurked in my mind all day, every day. No matter what I was doing or who I was talking to, there was always a soft voice in the back of my mind whispering to me, saying it wasn't worth it. I ignored that voice, though, hard as it was. ...But, after awhile, long after hearing something becomes commonplace, hearing that same thing becomes maddening.
Twelve months to the day the words "They will never accept you" took on a greater weight and meaning to me than I ever expected, I went mad. Just temporarily, mind you, but it still was a fact that I went mad that day.
"I can't deal with sorting out this flood of souls all by myself! Why is it I can
Boy in the Rain - Day 1 - MistNight was beginning to fall as Kano Taki stormed out of his house. He had had yet another fight with his parents, he was so sick of being subjected to their special brand of insanity. They were constantly on him about one thing or another, this time is was his appearance....again. "What do those idiots care about the way I look anyway!?" He was talking to himself, venting his anger and frustration towards his parents. "My hair only goes down to about the middle of my back. Plus I like the color streaks in my hair, my friends say it suits me! Ice blue on black...; what's the big deal about it? My hair is boring with just its natural black..." He grumbled to himself thinking about the fight. His hair was not the only topic that was discussed, his choice of clothes, his accessories, even his weight. He was so damn fumed!Boy in the Rain - Day 1 - Mist3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The temperature had begun to drop and he had forgotten his coat back at the house. He needed to get inside and get warm, but there was no way in hell he would go home so
Vampire DamienVampire DamienVampire Damien4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Hazelnut sneers down at the captain of the foot ball team as he stood over him, his long greasy dirty blonde hair under his cowboy hat blowing in the night breeze. The flood lights on the foot ball field gave him an eerie look. It was bad enough that Brandon had to look up on his killer plus knowing it was that freak Billy Oaks. The same weakling that he had pound on throughout their high school years. He had been glad to hear that someone off Billy but damn here he was back in the flesh a freaking Vampire. Not only that there was that new boy Damien he was a vampire too. All the females were so into him and nearly half the guys were too. Hazelnut kicks Brandon in the side again and grins as he hears his long time tormenter groan. "Get down on your knees and confess your sins to me ..Brandon" he sneers licking his lips.
Brandon growled as he look
Hate Isn't The Word For It...Okay, I finally started something that is almost good enough to be one here!!! Now, I know the girl-Natlaie De Lenfant-seems like a bitch, but she's really not! And Nikolas isn't the idiot he tries to put on!! Really in truthfully, they wind up being cool characters, you just have to last through the ididocy of the bad writing to do so. So, don't start it unless you have some time, and don't rag on it too badly...I do have feelings, you know?!Hate Isn't The Word For It...9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Harvest Pokemoon- Peter BrooksHarvest Pokemoon- Peter Brooks1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
A Shop to Smell the Roses
A soft tinkle from the wind chime above the door announced his entrance. Thick clouds of dust whirled up from each step the man took into the shop, its boarded windows providing very little illumination. Spider webs draped every corner and shelf and hopefully that scuttling under the floorboards wasn’t Durants. Arceus knew he’d have enough trouble getting this place up and running as were.
“Well isn’t this pleasant?” Peter Brooks grumbled as he removed his worn brown bomber jacket, tossing it and his snow-covered backpack down onto the register with a thump. This had the added affect of producing another plume of dust that left him coughing. Bright red eyes watering the man waved a hand to disperse the annoying little particles. “…lovely.”
A rough mrrow answered him, and the man looked down to see his Glameow twining about his legs, rubbing its cheeks against his denim-clad calves. The dark material was f
Karayan HartCharacter ProfileKarayan Hart7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Whats your name?
Huh? Who the hell are you?
Just please give me your name, sir.
And why the hell would I do that?! You cant make me!
But sir, you signed your soul away to NyyaOnYou, remember? She just wants you to answer a few questions so everyone can get to know you a little better.
Oh. Right. Well why didnt you say that in the first place, idiot?
Karayan Hart. Most just call me Kara, though. So who the hell are you? I get to know your name, right?
My name is not relevant, Mr. Hart. Please just answer the questions. How old are you?
Fine. Im seventy-seven.
And whens your birthday?
Thats none of your business!
Its a simple question, Mr. Hart. Theres no reason to get worked up about it.
But I dont want anyone to know! Its embarrassing!
Whats so embarrassing about a birthday? Besides, you really dont have a choice i
Psytheniac -- Ch. 1Poker chips clanked together as cloak-shaded figure picked them from the table and smoothly let them slip out of his fingers and back onto the table in a neat little stack. This unrecognizable man was accompanied by another, who sat on the other side of the round, red-cloth covered table. Between them, centered on the simple wooden furniture, was a round object hidden from sight by a silky black piece of fabric. The two seemed like acquaintances; by the way they acted so calmly around each other, and talked openly during their rather mundane looking game of Five Card Draw.Psytheniac -- Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"A jolly good show you pulled back there, Zerith. You are growing stronger by the day, physically at least all my other apprentices were a fine lot of havoc in the making, but the training in psychic powers, mind bending, and all the various otherworldly talents you have been learning it was too much for them; weakened them. Never have I had someone so perfectly fit in both mental and physical ways,
The Heart of Power Chptr 2Chapter 2: The Adventurous 5 Reunited, Spoiling I'kalos's Plot & A Wild Ride to DarnassusThe Heart of Power Chptr 22 years ago in Settings More Like This
After his harvesting mission is finished, Eugene heads back to Stormwind to report to Varian, Sarabi, Miranda, and Jacqueline about the raping attempt. They were just finished their meeting about Sarabi's experiences in the Nexus War before her daughter, Princess Kulunga, was born. Keira was 6 at that time, and now she's 15 – 9 years after Malygos' death – and she's close to succeeding Tylyrystrasz as Champion of the Alliance and Grand Champion of Stormwind by just wearing the Medallion of Alliance Champions around her neck, and yes, she is a paladin. Daisy, her overprotective mother, is most proud of Keira's work as Tylyrystrasz's trainee as a paladin. As Eugene walks by, he spots Keira and Tylyrystrasz training vigorously in the barracks of the castle, while Rosalina, Tylyrystrasz's wife, tends to the animals in the Stormwind's Gryphon Aviary by the Valley of Heroes. He always adores
If you only knew.....If you only knew.....If you only knew.....10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you only knew
Would you still love Me?
The atrocities of my youth
I hide and deny
Behind the schoolyard slide
If you only knew
The truth of what is behind
Would you still accept Me?
The dances with the devil
And our midnight rides
Left their hidden marks
Inside my thigh
If you only knew
The sadness which is I
Would you still listen to Me?
I tuck my angle wings
Behind a cloak of abstracts
The secrets of a rumbled past
Tattooed on my lower back
If you only knew
How much I need your hand
Would you leave me this night?
When I open my heart
Will you notice the rust
A closet brimming with tears
And a love I can't betrust?
If you only knew
The darkness of my soul
Still searching for the light
When the mask is stripped away
And the real face of me is seen
Eyes begging to be saved
A hand reaching for something clean
As I file the deception away
And share with you the truth
Will I be set free
From the heartaches of a misspend youth
If you only knew
Wish Chp. 2 The next day, the Count brought Wish to the studio where he worked his acting career. He gave her a very special tour that most people never got to see, including his dressing room.Wish Chp. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You really need this much floss?" Wish asked as she looked in his drawer, which was completely filled with cases of dental floss.
"Eh, I took Knightbrace's advice," he shrugged as smoothed the top of his head with styling gel to get that usual roundtop of his raven-black hair. "So, you say you have a cousin in Canada? What she like?"
"I guess a lot like me," Wish replied as she laid back against the recliner chair, "except more Gothic."
"I forgot to ask," he continued, "but did you say you were in hopes of meeting a famous author?"
"Well, yeah," Wish chuckled, "Brian Griffin. Man, I've read his work. It's awesome!"
Lineage II - LegacyLineage II - Legacy7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
La niebla se arrastraba por el suelo como un manto, envolviendo el bosque de los elfos, sumergiéndolo en un corto letargo que sería roto por la salida del astro solar en unas horas. Un sin fin de tenues murmullos se escuchaban en la suavidad de la noche y las ramas de algunos árboles se movían inquietas revelando, a veces, a la aves nocturnas o algo más impresionante, los movimientos lentos y quejosos de un treant.
La sensación de tranquilidad y quietud que transmitía ese lugar mágico era como los brazos de una madre rodeando sus criaturas, Eärilith lo sabía ya que había tenido esa sensación muchas veces y ahora la volvía a sentir como una calida caricia.
Eärilith era unos de los mejores caballeros bajo las ordenes del Señor de Giran. Su manejo con la espada y sus aptitudes eran terribles en los enfrentamientos, pero lo eran mucho más en las guerras.
Pertenecía a la raza élfica y como todos los su
Just Another LetterI never loved you.Just Another Letter7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
How does that make you feel?
I will never love you.
Hit me now, bitch.
I'll return it until you bruise
black black blue
Hit me now
I take your words
Selfish little bitch
Selfish little bitch
It never stopped hurting me.
Do you think I'm spoiled, mother? Oh wait, you're not my mother. My apologies, sometimes I forget.
Drag me down with your words, mother. Oh, my mistake again. My apologies pseudo-mother, monster in my dreams each night, fake caretaker, stealer of joy-
Do you think those names suit you?
I never thought "spoiled brat" fit me, but after all, what do I know?
I'm just a selfish little bitch.
That's all I'll ever be, right? It doesn't hurt anymore. I don't feel your cuts anymore.
After all, I'm just a selfish little girl and selfish little girls don't feel pain.
I'm a selfish little girl with a tight little curl on my forehead and oh lord, when I'm bad, I'm horrid.
You don't like my hair purple? I don't care. I'll dye my hair black-
RoutineGwen always knew when her brother had a bad day. Unlike a lot of people, he had no way of hiding it. Evil had interwoven itself intimately through his past, breaking him down and stripping him of any form of defense. His present self had no tolerance for it.Routine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walking into her two bedroom apartment, she didn't have to see him to know he had a bad day. The sense of wrong and upset permeated the whole house.
She didn't go check on him. At this point, it had happened often enough that she knew it did no good to go pester him. The best thing she could do was follow routine and give him half a chance to gather himself.
Going to her bedroom, she closed and locked the door behind her. It was an unnecessary habit from when her roommate had been a virtual stranger. Every now and then, she would make herself unlock the door, but today, she didn't waste the time.
When her brother was in a good mood, he would occasionally come in and lay on her bed while she unwound from work. Those days, he always
ffr ch 4Will You Stay With Me?ffr ch 47 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When Damien finally woke up, the group had dispersed and only Annakhin, Azuril and Zykan, who was up on the ceiling and seemed to be brooding, remained.
"What's with him?" was the first thing Damien said, Azuril answered, Annakhin was too busy giggling at a moody Zykan.
"Annakhin had him running some errands, then she asked that he stay here until you woke up." she said,
"and now that you're up, I'm leaving. See ya." Zykan said, still sounding irked, then he dropped down off of the ceiling, grabbed his scythe, which had been leaning against the wall near the door to the hall, and exited the room, Annakhin still giggling. For a second he stayed perfectly still, trying to pass out again, he was tired now, then his eyes widened and he sat up,
"The ball!" he cried, "where'd it go? Did it get away?"
"What?" Annakhin asked, looking completely lost. Azuril held up the ball.
"No, it didn't get away, I have it right here." she said, then she passed it back to him. Again h
You need Tide: To Go Lance leaned on the back of Audreys couch, waiting as she got changed. Theyd been horsing around while eating lunch and as a result he had knocked his Coke over and spilled it on her shirt.You need Tide: To Go6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hed gotten a scolding, but there had been a, Why did you have to spill it on me when I have nothing else to wear? tacked on at the end so he assumed it was just because all her other clothes were dirty. Unbidden, an image of Audrey without a shirt popped into Lances head.
Quickly he brushed it aside before it went too far. It was a tempting thing to consider, but hed been trying to block out those kinds of thoughts. Usually it was a lost cause, but he was standing in his girlfriends apartment after all.
Im going to kill you, Audrey said, announcing her presence and bringing Lance out of his thoughts. He focused his eyes on her and asked,
The Unknown Characters 1Unit Number: 00 | Role: Protagonist & NarratorThe Unknown Characters 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Species: Unknown | Sex: Male
Age: Late 20's | Birthday: Unknown
Skin: Pale | Eyes: Hazel | Hair Color: Medium Red-Brown | Hair Style: Wavy, Messy, Short
Build: Fit | Weight: 160 lb | Height: 5' 10"
Personality: 00 is a natural leader. He takes charge of his three 'siblings' but also cares for them. He may seem domineering but he is actually very kind to the people he likes. He would do anything to protect 01 and 03 emotionally and physically. He isn't as protective of 02 but if his life was in danger he would step in. He gets angry easily but cools down quickly.
Family: 01, 02, 03
Unit Number: 01 | Role: Protagonist
Species: Unknown | Sex: Female
Age: Mid 20's | Birthday: Unknown
Skin: Pale | Eyes: Hazel | Hair Color: Medium Red-Brown | Hair Style: Wavy, Shoulder length
Build: Thin | Weight: 120 lb | Height: 5' 5"
Personality: 01 is the pacifist of the four 'siblings'. She doesn't like violence to and unhealthy extreme. She won't hurt anot
Alexandra Nakamura ProfileAlexandra Nakamura Profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nicknames: Lexi; Lexipop
Age: Unknown (Looks about 23)
Birthday: September 21
Height: 180 cm (5'9")
Weight: 66kg (145 lbs.)
Affiliation: Gotei 13, Soul Society
Base of Operations:
Ethnicity: Half Japanese (Father), Half Greek (Mother)
Relatives: Sai Nakamura (Father); Justine Floros-Nakamura (Mother; Deceased); Perseus and Hitoshi Nakamura (Older brothers); Odysseus Nakamura (Younger Brother); Tybalt Ichizoku (Adoptive brother)
Education: Shinō Academy
Alexandra is a tall girl with icy blue eyes, like limpid tears. Her spikey bangs hang over her eyes, although they're slightly pushed to the left side. Like her brothers, she has naturally blonde hair, although from her bangs down, her hair is dyed a magenta-pink and fade into a light, icy blue. Her long hair reaches down
TLR:Glass doll crying songWhen you feel like a victimTLR:Glass doll crying song4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It breaks you like a glass doll
It's a painful bliss as your body breaks down
Your human feelings are numb
(It's part of my tattoo .)
My angel's statue cries
My wrist are tied with that toxic ribbon
My mouth is sewn like a witch of burning
I don't want to feel close again
(It's part of my tattoo ..)
Middle part of song:
I'm scared to feel alive like before
(I might just lose my sanity .)
Decode the after math of all my wicked things
(Don't come close to me .)
I just ink over the black patches in my soul
(It's all just a horrible lie .)
End part of song:
The rain that hits my skin is acid
Wrapping the toxic tape is all I know
Just block my heart full of disease of memories
I try not to have my paper heart catch on fire
(The words you speak are nothing .)
Believing is just a pointless poem
I want to know what it's like to feel alive
My heart might beat of blood for once
Give the ghost your crying shame
I'm a glass doll
Wild Swing"You aren't even trying."Wild Swing2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One hand that wasn't occupied by the mirrored sword rose, tearing the skin on his forehead, scooping the black that resulted onto his fingertip. Meander never took his eyes off the fuming man before him, and merely smiled as he brought the black to the left orb. "If you want to be a Sheikah..." A single swipe left Meander with what looked like a teardrop on his cheek, stained black and shimmering like metal. "You can't hesitate."
He pointed to his newly-painted eye and spoke clearly, "I want you to stab me. Here."
Across from him, legs shaking in poorly-concealed hatred, the Oversouled man was silent, staring with wide eyes at the mark Meander had made. Stab him in the eye. He wanted him to stab him in the eye... as training? This was.. it didn't matter if it was Asegard or not. This wasn't right. That mark was glaring at him, and the bronze shimmered in such a way that his feverish skin crawled.
"I can see you shaking."
He flinched at Meander's smooth, deep v