Kratos Aurion PoemHe has a sonKratos Aurion Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But never told anyone
He seems so cold
But he could be alot of fun.
He wanted to protect his son
Against the evil guys.
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Until you look into his eyes.
He has red hair
And loved his wife
His son and wife
Was his life.
He will destroy anyone in his path
Just to protect his son and his friends.
Even if his son hates him
by betraying him 'till the end.
He betrayed them because he protected them
Even though he is a con
This guy I love is from Tales of Symphonia
His name is Kratos Aurion.
that girlshes just that girlthat girl6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
plain and simple
the same girl
who lauphs and cries
the same girl who has feelings
the girl that has the right to choose
the girl that has been through so much pain
but still is able to put a smile on her face
that girl who can lauph and dance
after some of the worst days of her life
that girl is a strong girl
a girl with bravory
a simple plain ordinary girl
with the strength of a bull.
inside and out
APH WWII Germany ENGAPH WWII Germany ENG5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Doitsu saw his people starve while they worked for France
He had to use his money to light his fire
He had to see how his broher Prussia lost everything, and how his brother Austria drowned in the sea of desperation
As England took away his things
While America humiliated him, screaming that he had it coming
When the Nazis people he had never listened to took the power for them, Doitsu was desperate
He accepted their message; it would help him to recover
After all, it was the message of revenge
His pain derived madness, his sadness brought anger
He believed he was the best country in the history of earth
And couldn´t find an explanation for his losses
So he blamed the Jews, the pacifists, those who weren´t like him
When the Nazi monster said, "let´s kill them" Doitsu accepted
And lots of wounds opened in his skin, but he didn´t care about the hunger, the torture, and the smell of gas that he felt once in a while
Because those murdered were his people t
Don't Eat The NeighboursHelen didn't like the new neighbors.Don't Eat The Neighbours2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
“Well we just loved the neighborhood. It seems so peaceful and quiet here. With the baby on the way, we figured we should take things easy.”
Oh, they seemed like nice enough people. A few years out of college, finding their feet in real estate, expecting.
“Then you’re in luck. I’ve lived around here a good while and I’ve got no complaints at all. Though I suppose the kids think it’s a little boring as they get older. Well, boring neighborhood is better than a bad one, I suppose.”
In fact, it wasn’t entirely accurate to say she did not like them. Matter of fact, they were lovely, well-adjusted people. That was not the problem.
“Well hopefully we’ve grown up to handle things by then. Right now the worst they can do is give my belly a good kick-oh, there he goes.”
Helen wanted to eat the new neighbors.
And that was a problem.
It had been so long since Helen stopped eating people, j
Them's The Breaks IIThem's The Breaks II6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It finally got to be noon and Sakaki pushed back from her desk, turning to look out the window to a warm and sunny day in the city. She was glad to have such a large window, even if it tended to shadow her computer monitor in the late afternoon. She folded her hands the small of her back and smirked at the idea of her having a part that was small. The day was full of simply phone calls and meetings, and of course that godawful meeting in the evening. She had yet to meet the people she was going to be... she steered her mind past 'interrogated' and moved on. She knew that they were going to spend most of the evening staring at her and not listening to her so she needed something to keep their eyes off of her. She had better be charming as always then. But there was plenty of time for lunch before then.
Grabbing her bag and her phone, she made a quick jog down the stairs and managed to avoid bludgeoning herself or bursting a stitch or button. Just a little further and...
Pipe Dream 1Kevin stood back, allowing himself a moment to properly take in his creation. It had taken him a good few weeks, and a significant amount of money to build the machine, but he had the time and the money. The successful lawsuit had ensured that.Pipe Dream 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well, it certainly was a sight. The machine consisted mainly of a large silver block, maybe a metre high and two wide, with a single pipe leading out the side that led to a nozzle, which was perfectly designed to fit Kevins unique requirements. He placed two wide wooden chairs next to each other in front of it and picked up the nozzle, placing it on the chairs.
The remote control he had designed for it had worked like a charm. Speed of manufacture, levels of ingredients, size, all of these could be controlled to fit the whims of the user. Kevin sighed as he realised his work was finally complete. Now it was time for him to present it to Simone.
Kevin pulled his mobile out of his pocket and wiped his brow to remove the sweat. Boy was he ner
The Babysitter (Part 3)"Okay, girls, come here, we're gonna watch one of my favorites!" Kristi yelled, flopping down on the couch rather forcefully, yet still managing to balance her plate, laden with three over-sized slices of pizza. Marcy and Tiffany bolted into the room, jumping onto the couch next to Kristi, yet failing to topple the pizza off the plate. It had been exactly one month since Kristi had begun babysitting the girls, and they were closer than ever. As of lately, they had been more inquisitive to Kristi's tastes, so, as any responsible babysitter would do, Kristi was introducing them to the world of 90's/80's children films. Tonight's selection was none other than Mulan, one of Kristi's most nostalgic films. As they settled into the couch, each of the girls snuggling up next to Kristi, a smile formed on her lips, before they were covered in the grease and cheese of a slice of pizza.The Babysitter (Part 3)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The pizza habit had not dissolved, and as a result, Kristi had experienced some...
Majora's Mask:Oath to OrderMajora's Mask: Oath to OrderMajora's Mask:Oath to Order7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Called are all ye gods forth
To the children we guard
Pass unto the children
Our courage and wisdom
Why Dumbledore is Not as CoolPearl4453 Speech Final 10/14/11Why Dumbledore is Not as Cool4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Albus Dumbledore is the epitome of wizardness (straight after Merlin). The safe anchor in the Harry Potter series, he is a headmaster of Hogwarts that is powerful, witty, and Voldemort's good counterpart. He's a prominent father figure for Harry, an orphan wizard, and protects him with courage. Commonly referred to as "brilliant," the readers of the series are prone to becoming besotted with his cheery demeanor and large heart. The only one Voldemort is scared of and rivaled by, the presence of Dumbledore is one of the few things that keep Harry safe. Tragically, at the conclusion of the sixth book, The Half-Blood Prince, Dumbledore is killed by Severus Snape. Readers everywhere mourned the death of the great man, frequently describing their favorite moments with him. The following book, The Deathly Hallows, did stop many readers in shock. Rota Skeeter, previously a fabricator of rumor
Bloating Soda Commercial-commercial starts showing a young woman with a wide waist and large breasts, looking depressed-Bloating Soda Commercial5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Announcer: *in a monotone voice* Are you depressed?
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Young woman: *nods again*
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-a can of Bloating Soda appears in the Young Woman's hands-
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Announcer: Our crack team of scientists has created a non-harmful solution that causes the belly to expand and grow.
-scene changes to another young woman with a large, bloated belly-
Young Woman 2: Thanks to Bloating
BBW Grand Tournament Round 1"Welcome one and all to the 2010 BBW Grand Tournament. I am Tom smith and I will be your host on this journey through the fat and the fantastic" said Tom smith.BBW Grand Tournament Round 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh come on I thought I was suppose to be the only one laying on the cheese". Tom stared at an overweight man in a cowboy hat sitting behind a rather lager table
"Well let me introduce you all to Colonel King Jack head of several of the largest fast food chains in the world. He is providing most of the food for this event, and is going to be a commentator for the tournament.
"Well Colonel King Jack do you have any other comments to make before we get started" said Tom in a sarcastic tone.
"For starters only my rivals call me by my full name just call me the Colonel, also I would like to know who this purty young thing sitting next to me is" said the Colonel as he eyeballed a slender woman with brown hair and wearing a pink kimono sitting next to him.
"The name is Fuu and I suggest you take your eyes off me before I end your fam
Heaven or Hell? HetaliaHeaven or Hell? Hetalia3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Grandpa Romes song about heaven and hell
Listen as I tell you what hell would be:
To begin with, all the cooks would be BRITISH,
the police would all be GERMAN,
and the engineering would fall to the FRENCH,
your lover would unfortunately be SWISS,
and all bankers would be from ITALY.
Listen now as I tell you what heaven would be:
All the cooks would be the FRENCH,
the police would be all be BRITISH obviously,
engineers would be GERMAN,
the bankers would be all probably from SWITZERLAND,
and of course your lover would be ITALIAN, Yahoo.
OneOneOne7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With blackened eyes
And a hollow body
Wished for an escape
She dreamed of
Thin white dukes
Finding reason and light
In waking sanity
Cold air in empty nights
In perfect harmony
With twisted hands
In distorted memories
Paper lies and shifting sands
In silent atmospheres
In celestial tapestries
Through storms and
Unaffected by her gravity
With secret ties
Drowning in fear
Listens to a symphony
Of voices singing
Her perfect reverie
Between the hours passed
Theres nothing written
For a girl whose
In sweet tragedies
ToS - What am I Now? OLDToS - What am I Now? OLD5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was once a hero.
But now I am...
What am I now?
I followed Mithos' ideals, and caused the deaths of many.
Among the dead was my own wife.
Now my son fights to stop Mithos.
Should I fight with him?
I want too, but would it put him in danger?
The only way I can help him...
...Is by dying.
I'll die, if I release him.
But would that be for the best?
"Lord Kratos." A voice awoke me from my thoughts, and I glanced over to an angel.
"What is it?" I mumbled.
"Lord Yggdrasill told me to tell you the Chosen of Tethe'alla has successfully kidnapped the Chosen of Sylvarant. He wants you to make sure the traps set for the others work." Looks like my decision is made for me.
"Very well." I got up, and walked out, and teleported to the Tower of Salvation, and worked backward.
I make sure the traps worked, yes.
But I would also rescue them.
I quickly teleported down, but I used the Seraphim code, as to not run into the others.
"You shall not pass!"
...That was Regal, I looked throug
Shattered And Fixed AgainShe makes my heart stop,Shattered And Fixed Again7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She makes my blood run cold,
But all I ask for
Is her hand to hold.
She makes my body turn to sand,
She makes it hard for me to stand.
She asks nothing of me,
Yet I yield to her every demand.
My love for her is undying,
While my heart, for her, is untying.
I stand in defeat,
My soul shattered like glass,
While she whispers in my ear
And re-gathers my mass.
The sound is so sweet,
The sound of defeat.
It lets me know who I really am,
As well as who I ought to be.
My head melts like butter,
My words are slurred,
But I continue on
She heals the wound,
Taking my hand,
While I make one last stand.
(request) 2P!RussiaXReaderWARNING:VIOLENCE. 2P! VIOLENCE!!(request) 2P!RussiaXReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You shivered as you sat against the cold stone floor. Blood stained the walls, your clothes, and everything else that was present in the jail cell. This was your room. Your torture chamber. You had been here for.... how long was it? You couldn't remember. The only thing present in your memory was the constant beatings by him. Russia.
His black cloak was the symbol of death, and his red eyes pierced your skin in agony. he loved doing this to you, he loved watching you writhe in pain. He loved your agonized screams. The were like music to him. Why did you let him do this to you? You didn't know. You used to have the strentgh to probably break out, but attempting it now would be suicidal.
"________~! I am back, da?"
You shivered as Russia stepped in the room, his black coat of death swishing behind him. His red eye
birth or burstImagine a hard pregnant girl.She is beauty sexy and scared.Her belly is rather big.Something is mowing inside.Something unhumanic,creepy.Girl suffers from pain.What would you like more:birth or burst3 years ago in Letters More Like This
The ofspring burst out her belly in splashes of blood and waters,accompanimented with screams of pain and horror?
Or screaming and pushing,cowered with sweat she pushes out something cowered slime and blood?Something that will make her to forget about pain because of scare and abomination. But its gonna be than after hous of labor torture ,screams,sweap,waterbreac...sexy.
The Eternal DarknessROT THEIR EYES!The Eternal Darkness7 years ago in Horror More Like This
These creatures that follow me, they have no face!
Oh, but they have eyes! Eyes with teeth like gnawing mouths, reaching for flesh
No mere mortal could ever come upwith this kind of abomination! NEVER!
It's an aberration of nature, a monster that should have never existed!
Yet, it stands there, seeking my flesh, and the flesh of those like me. . . those who know. . .
WHO KNOW THE TRUTH
For there is no such thing as reality, it's only a veil, that protects us from the darkness beyond!
A darkness that is inhabited by ancient, horrific creatures, with unholy power! A power so great, so evil it's not meant for us to ever witness! For us to understand it!
A power that gives life to monsters, to deceased corpses. . .
Oh, but I'll warn the rest of the world, mark my words, I will! I managed to escape from these creatures and so I shall rally men who believe me, and face these. . . these. . . DEMONS!
For I may be old, I may be anything, but not a coward!
I SPIT AT THEE, CURSED
2P!RussiaXReader: His little sunflower2P!RussiaXReader: His little sunflower3 years ago in Settings More Like This
2P!RussiaXReader: His little sunflower
"Oh my little sunflower where are you?" Russia's voice echoed throughout the Braginski household. You were hiding behind a book case shaking in fear from the Russian man. You've been hiding from him ever since you got to his house when you did, you found the Baltic's massacred in the living room. You were confused and scared when you saw Ivan in the middle of it all his rusty pipe covered in the red liquid that was blood. Their blood. Since then you've been trying to leave the house but no success since the nation appeared at every exit when you tried to escape. You were pulled out of your thoughts when your [h/c] hair was yanked harshly and you were pulled out from your hiding place.
"Let me go!" you screamed trying to pull yourself away from the man.
"No can do," he said smiling childishly. You were struggling non stop and your foot broke a vase. "Awww that was my favorite vase I wonder how your going to pay for it?" Ivan said darkly. Your hand
Bloody SundayBLOODY SUNDAYBloody Sunday5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We don't want children who can't play nice
Why does blood cry
Why does it beg
I try to help my lovelies
But they fight back instead
There heads, we'll have to cut them off
(Both won't rush to there head)
"Revolt?" My screaming lovelies?
You can't fight once youre DEAD.....................
HetaliaxReader Nutella IntroHetaliaxReader Nutella Intro3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You loved Nutella. It was sooo good. You had been known to down whole jars in mere hours. Of course you would feel terrible about it and vow to never eat it again, but after a week of failed exercise attempts you ended up going to the store and buying more. It controlled you with its chocolatey hazelnutness to eat it all until its gone. You never gained any weight from it which was wonderful, but you face would break out into zits, which was annoying at first, but you learned to get over it.
You were downstairs being the computer hermit you were, browsing your DA, it was pouring rain outside which meant cold and wet. You didn't mind rain, but it was so warm and dry inside and you preferred warm over cold, so that meant no outside for you today. You wore your favorite (f/c) pajama bottoms and a black shirt with no bra underneath, eating none other than Nutella with a large spoon. After a while, you had the urge to use the ladies room. You stood up, trudging up your stairs and to y
PrussiaxReader NutellaPrussiaxReader Nutella2 years ago in Humor More Like This
…your “Prussian” friend Gilbert.
As soon as you opened the door, his little, yellow chick flew off his head and dive bombed into your Nutella jar, contaminating it with feathers and birdy germs. You heard an obnoxious “kesese” from behind you and you turned to face Gilbert. Your eyes twitched and you smiled like a psycho, raising the bat above your head. He stepped back and put his hands up in defense.
“H-hey now _______, you’re just playing, right? You vouldn’t hit me viz zat bat, vould you?”
You laughed alike a maniac and ran at him and he screamed as you chased him through the rain with your baseball bat.
Confessions of a Tea AddictConfessions of a Tea Addict6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Confessions of a Tea Addict
I am a tea addict. Not for all the reasons you would expect however. Not for the flavor or even the aroma. Even if these are both pleasing in their own way they are not the entire explanation for my addiction.
My earliest memory of tea goes back to when I was a young child. My mother brought into my presence a clear glass mug filled to the brim with steaming hot water. After setting it down she pulled out what on first appearance seemed a rather innocuous little white bag. This bag of your standard Lipton orange pekoe would create magic. From the moment it touched the water I knew I was seeing something special. The leaves inside creating a swirl of amber colored liquid. The smell too was wonderful. Naturally I wanted to taste some of this divine brew right away. I was allowed a sip and fell in love.
I didn't understand what I was seeing.&
i was thinking maybe..October 10:i was thinking maybe..7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried calling her today, but
the phone was left for seven
rings too long. She
doesn't like, she is afraid of
dialing numbers and jewellery and
the sound of bugs flying too
close to her ear.
She probably would have laughed
at the thought of dreaming the
day away. Because she can't stop.
She can't stop to meet me at
the rooftops. To meet me and
hold my hand. To meet me and
watch the sky move sideways.
Today I called him, to say, to
say that I wanted to drown,
not in sorrows or swimming pools, but in
the ocean, because it's so peaceful
down there. Only I didn't. I
didn't breathe. Or speak. I
didn't call at all. And I
wished he wouldn't
tell me to be more careful when
I scrape my knees on rocks, or fall
towards the sea. I start
to dream, at the beach.
Her purple and greens clash and
she doesn't care. Her fingernails
are painted of different colours
and she doesn't care. She kisses
me, she laughs, she's care free.
I wanted to show her the patterns