Dark Kiss of an Angel Part1 The golden sun began to rise, splaying its rays over the grey, colorless, silent and sleeping village with its drift-wood colored cottages and larger houses made of beech wood. As the sun slowly climbed higher, colors seeped through the skies--the colors of the rising sun. Soft, sweet, pale pinks, pinkish purples the color of blushing violets, periwinkle blues and sky blues, creamy, pastelly greens, and vibrant yet soft sherbert-oranges. All of the colors blended and danced and spread over the sky...it was almost as if the horizon were on fire.Dark Kiss of an Angel Part13 years ago in Settings More Like This
I stood before my wide story window completely nude, watching as the sun etched out the detail of the village below--filling out the deep crevices in the drift-wood cottages, shining on the grasses in the yards below until it twinkled and shined like wet emeralds, air-brushing all the colorful flowers and their leaves. Seeing things this way, it was almost as if I were the only on
Das Meer in mirDas Meer in mirDas Meer in mir4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Des Meeres Glanze vor mir weit
Zum Horizont in andre Welt
Spiegeln Wellenkämme silbern
Sternenschein am Himmelszelt
Bare Füße schreiten sanft
Über nassen weichen Sand
Treten in die schwarze Gischt
Spüren schaudernd Heimats Band
Wate weiter in die Brandung
Kühler Seewind spielt mein Haar
Trägt Geschmack von alter Freiheit
Ich bin zu Hause ganz und gar
Des Meeres Rauschen flüstert leis'
"Komm zu mir mein Kind der See
Erwarte dich seit langem schon
Sieh nicht zurück und sag Adé"
Wie meine Mutter es einst tat
Streichelt Strömung meine Wangen
Ich treib hinaus in kalte Schwärze
Und lass den Ozean mich umfangen
Ich bin zurück vermisster Vater
Hol mich in dein Tiefenreich
Das Meer in mir zu mächtig
Ist jeder andre Ort mir gleich
Vergangene EinsamkeitUnd dann wünscht man sich den nebligen Morgen eines kalten Herbstes zurück, an dem man in tiefster Melancholie durch die Straßen schlich und sich nach etwas Wärme sehnte, in Träumen schwelgte, sich kaputt und trotzdem ganz fühlte. Eine Welt, in der man nur irgendjemand ist, weil einfach niemand anders in seinem eigenen kleinen Kosmos existiert.Vergangene Einsamkeit6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im Drumherum schweigt manIrgendwo saß jemand, dessen Tätigkeit von einem schrillen Laut unterbrochen wurde.Im Drumherum schweigt man1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Es war bloß ein Gedankenschweifen, in das er oft verfiel.
Die Stimme am anderen Ende der Leitung war fast unbekannt.
Nur vereinzelt kamen Erinnerungen hervor.
Sie wünschte Zustände und Dinge, die man als angenehm betrachte konnte und der Zuhörer wünschte zurück. Das war an diesem Tag üblich und er fühlte sich jedes Mal weltfremd, wenn er das hinterfragte, was außer ihm niemand zu hinterfragen schien. Oder seine Hinterfragungen totschwieg.
Er entschloss sich hinauszugehen.
Als er draußen stand, hörte er hinter der Tür ein erneutes Klingeln.
Der Redner unterbrach seinen vernichtenden Redefluss nicht.
Es wurde resigniert und zugehört - auch wenn es zermürbte.
Irgendwann stand sie auf und verließ diesen Ort.
Die schwere Tür fiel in das Schloss.
Sie stand draußen und hörte, wie hinter der Tür die Worte von den Wänden aufgefangen und zurückgeworfen wurden.
Der letzte Atemz
Perspective-Perspective-Perspective5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A day will come when all is gone
When life has passed and soul withdrawn
The dawn of self has passed to dusk
The temporal rots, a shell, a husk
A new light breaks of fresh from old
Running the torch, enlightened and bold
Changing the course that bound the former
To a bright new world made all the warmer
But hope does fade and time does pass
And all do stare through the looking glass
Til all there is does fall away
And lessons of past no longer weigh
Mistakes repeat as follies ensue
With no thought of old or its clue
Spun through existence absent and lost
With no understanding of future or cost
The sun is eclipsed as light returns home
Into the darkness where it may roam
As all trace is wiped, but not a clean slate
A continuance of all, the true hand of fate
To the grand scheme, there is nothing more
Nothing to love and nothing to adore
Only the flow of ceaseless time
To bind existence with rhythm and rhyme
That sings from the chaos of all that is seen
Of a subtle order th
mourn and cryMourn and cry.mourn and cry8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An adulation to passion
whose encumbering chains drag
insatiated hearts to her abyss.
Mourn and cry.
Break the silence that
expands the distance of
Mourn and cry.
Purge old memories and
make new ones.
Mourn and cry.
towards confrontation to
seal the wound of
until awaken by
melodies of night to
mourn and cry
Mourn not for me.Wish life was simple,Mourn not for me.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but its not,
violence and corruption run rampant,
my innocence is forever gone.
What is the answer to it all?
Where is the light in the darkness?
Why does it stay eternally dark?
How come I see nothing but saddness?
The world is dying,
love is breaking,
mourn not for my death,
but for the death of this world that killed me.
Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 7 "I am sorry, Siori...perhaps you were not ready to hear the truth..." The honey-eyed angel murmured, bowing his head to press his forehead against mine though the rest of his entire body stayed pulled away from me. "Or perhaps you knew it all along..."Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 73 years ago in Settings More Like This
My eyes widened and I gasped, my eyebrows creasing as I released the left side of Andrei's collar, bringing my fingertips to press to my lips in my distress. Knew it all along...yes...I had. I had known it--known it from the beginning. From the moment I started this gruesome task--I had known it!!! But I had hoped for it to be different...I had hoped somehow I could repay my mother, my father...all that I had done to bring misery to myself and others. I had hoped, somehow...somehow... I collapsed, releasing Andrei and sinking limply as I wept bitterly and loudly, hiding my face in my hands as my hair fell about me.
Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 6 "This is where you live?" Andrei asked, sounding genuinely surprised though his voice was cordial and quiet. We were at the front doors of my mansion--twelve feet long, white marble with majestic, wide arches of pure silver into which was carved the likeness of iris flowers on intricately winding vines--for iris flowers were the crest of the VanRouge family--staring up at its vastness. I frowned slightly, tilting my head as I stared up at the sturdy beech-wood walls of my mansion. With its wide, story and bay windows, its french doors and balconies, and its vast and lavish front yard and garden. It did seem a little off for a female who worked in a church to live in such a place.Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 63 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Yes. This is where I live." I answered evenly, feeling a little bashful as I turned to him. The auburn-haired male nodded slowly, his eyebrows creasing slightly in thought as a small frown tugged at his lips.
Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 4 "Siori?" Romeo's voice called from the doorway, distracting me from the question at hand and from Andrei. As the blond spotted my new auburn haired companion he halted, his eyebrows creasing in confusion and worry as he looked at him. "Who is this boy?" He questioned. I hestitated, glancing at Andrei with a small frown, before replying.Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 43 years ago in Settings More Like This
"This is a...cousin of mine. His name is Andrei...He will be staying at my home for a little while. He was curious about the church and wanted to see it..." I explained lamely, unnable to look up at Romeo--a boy who trusted me and was trusted by me--as I was lying to him. Instead I kept my gaze on Andrei, my eyes guilty and his eyes slightly surprised and almost blank. It was plain that he was hiding emotion from me.
"Is that so?" Romeo asked quietly, his tone sounding skeptical. With some difficulty, I managed to turn to Romeo and look him direct
Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 3 "Whew..." I murmured, wiping my forehead with the back of my arm as I stood. The sun had almost completely set and the air was cool and sweet and calming as night began to set in. I had just finished my work in the gardens and everything here and in the surrounding areas as well as the church itself were perfectly in order. I smiled as I surveyed my work--the shining and polished ivory and the neatness of the entire garden. Wiping my hands carefully on the little dark grey apron I wore, I sighed and turned. The bell tower stood there with its many steps and its bells waiting for me at the top of them. I yawned and stretched as I removed my apron and placed it inside the bucket which held the rags and brushes I had been using for scrubbing and had already been emptied of all dirty water.Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 33 years ago in Settings More Like This
I then pulled the white ribbon from my hair and let it fall about my shoulders, placing this inside the pocket of my silvery-white
Let me In, a reviewLet me In, a review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Let me In, a review
Låt den rätte komma in or in English, Let the Right One In, what Twilight could've been: a sweet yet very dark, and very gory take on the vampire romance genre with two children as their leads instead of two teenagers. And rather than dealing with the whole vampires vs. werewolves aspect of it, they're dealing with the complexity of vampires hiding from the public. (In other words, it'd be Twilight if Stepanie Meyer hadn't written it.)
In the film, Oskar is constantly bullied at school, and who should come to his rescue than the new neighbor, Eli. However, it turns out Eli is a vampire and thus, needs blood to survive. However, things start getting dangerous as the law investigates the bloody murders taking place. Together, Oskar and Eli form a romance that his both sweet, disturbing and gory as any rated R treat.
As many viewers of the original are and probably will be, there is some skepticism on American remakes. And while I can't say anything in
SybelleSybelleSybelle7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you
But I can't understand
Why your eyes are so downturned
And your hands are so far worn
Why do you feel so inferior?
I hear you
But I can't comprehend
Why your voice is so soft
And why you're so far aloft
Why are you so afraid?
I know you
But I can't help but wonder
Why you keep your face hidden
And why your soul is so ill-ridden
Why can't you smile anymore?
Thomas Wallis - Part 2The scarlet-haired boy glared down at the little house on the street. Most humans disgusted him, to be honest; the way they'd constantly drink, smoke, destroy their bodies and minds, and worst of all take life for granted. He shook his head at the very thought of them those types were surely the easiest to get rid of. He didn't understand what the fuss was all about why on earth would it be rough to witness the deaths of those people?Thomas Wallis - Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But this one yes, he was special. The golden haired and sapphire eyed boy, so fragile and adorable it was a wonder, with their mutual splendour, that they weren't in some way related.
And he'd called him beautiful! Finally, someone but Grell himself had acknowledged his attractiveness. Grell Sutcliff crimson haired, porcelain skin ooh, it made his hairs stand on end reciting those luscious words. Wallis had spoken them in such a genuine manner, his eyes alight and almost glowing. This one was a tricky sub
Thomas Wallis - Part 1Thomas was in a particularly spritely mood that starry evening. After his encounters with those two slightly eccentric chaps down at the park his inspiration had sparked to a new level, and ideas shone brightly and gorgeously in his mind. He had walked home with a slight bounce in his step, and with a smile he couldn't quite remove from his face.Thomas Wallis - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thomas was young, short, slender and thus much to his irritation quite unintimidating. His dishwater blond locks fell over his face and shoulders, strands that had pulled loose from his lazy ponytail fluttering in the breeze at the sides of his face. His eyes, icy blue yet somehow warm and welcoming, were sensitive and glazed over at every chilly blow of the wind. His complexion was pale and faultless, with the exception of scattered freckles across the bridge of his nose.
In brief, he was naturally a little feminine, both physically and mentally. He'd never been into the manual labour that his father had tried to push his only s
Let the right one inThe lights in your home are darkLet the right one in3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
except the flickering of a candle
in the shaded window,
like a beacon in the night
calling my wandering spirit home,
as I hope that I find a place to belong.
I see you.
Could you be my friend?
You are young like me
even though I am older than you know
but the snow is so cold
and I am ever so lonely
a wandering child lost in the night,
please let me inside,
inside your home and heart
I need the warmth of your love
and the joy your friendship could bring
just to feel alive
just to be away from this endless night.
Won't you please open the door?
Do What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!START HEREDo What You Like- An Interactive Adventure!1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You're sitting at home, bored, with a nice cup of tea, staring out your window as the hum of a fish tank behind you lulls you into a hypnotic state. Beside you a sink filled with unwashed dishes sits, growing larger with each meal. Your teacup was the last clean dish. You know you need to wash them, but there are so many dishes that every time you start to wash them, the thought of the task overwhelms you.
Sighing, you put down your now empty teacup and ready yourself to clean like you've never cleaned before (hey, nothing else to do, right?), when suddenly the telephone rings.
Choices in the description
Mane 6 Family HeadcanonsTwilight Sparkle:Mane 6 Family Headcanons2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Twilight's parents are Night Light and Star Sparkle. She has a twin sister called Twilight Twinkle(She is the G1 Twilight, but since I tought the name would be a bit confusing, in my headcanon her full name is Twilight Twinkle, the name of the G3 pony Twilight Sparkle got her colors from). Like Twilight, Twinkle is a great magic user, but not as great as her sister. She uses her magic to study the stars, comets, etc. Just like Celestia is Twilight's idol, Luna is Twinkle's idol. She currently lives with her parents in Canterlot, and visits her sister sometimes.
Pinkie's parents are Clyde and Sue Pie. She has two sisters, both older. Blinkie Pie is the older one and Inkie Pie is the middle one. Surprise is actually her ''Granny Pie'', the one who taught her to giggle at the ghosties. It's because of her Pinkie hops around all the time, because she had pegasus in her blood. Surprise was always a role model to Pinkie: She was always smiling, laughing and spre
Loonatics Unleashed MUGEN conceptLoonatics Unleashed MUGEN concept2 years ago in Settings More Like This
If you don't know about LU or MUGEN: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loonatics_Unleashed
MUGEN is a fighting engine, Loonatics is a superhero show about the future Looney Tunes characters, they fight bad guys, use cool superpowers, HOW can they NOT be in MUGEN?
The LU characters have so much material to work as fighting moves, the super powers as special, super, hyper attacks.... and voice clips from the LU episodes too.
6 of the LU should be in MUGEN, Ace Bunny, Lexi Bunny, Danger Duck, Rev Runner, Slam Tasmanian, and Tech E. Coyote should be in the ring! With awesome movelists! Anybody who's played a fighting game knows how this should work out.
Someone would have to draw good sprites, coding, mastering the moves, fair AI and much more... it takes time to make a MUGEN character and it's very hard to do so. I wish I could make one LU character for MUGEN, but I suck real bad at it so if someone actually has the patience to make some LU character, alo
Literal Lyrics: 'Smile Song' [MLP:FiM]I don't look where I prance (unicorn).Literal Lyrics: 'Smile Song' [MLP:FiM]1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Please move out of the way (wussup Bon Bon?).
You should not be under a tree if you would like a tan.
Those kids are cast aside (losers).
So I shall sing to you (you're short).
Well,you look bored so I will give you a piggy back ride.
Now I have some splinters in my butt (run Mac,run).
She thinks it's funny that I kidnapped them (that's messed up).
I'll leave you in the cart on Mac's joy ride.
I sure hope that you don't die!
I stole their cheap jump rope (my rope), but
They do not complain (that works).
So who would like a big group hug?
No, they just want to play (Bro-hoof).
Apple Bloom's a loner. Don't get mad at the jump rope.
Sit on my back, bounce up and down, now you've got vertigo.
I walk downtown with all of my friends (we're happy).
Applejack is really not a good artist.
I will paint some cool graffiti just for fun.
Look! It's my face and the sun!
Who in the heck turned off the sunshine? I bet it was my clone.
Now she will help me to find
The Stone Garden PrologueGerald had found it. After many years of searching he had finally found it. The garden. He had finally found the garden. Could this really be real he thought. But it was real; he had really found the garden. The man stared at it captivated by the beauty. It was just like he had imagined, just like the books described, just like all the stories had said. It was dark, but that still didn't take any of the beauty away. The grass was freshly cut; every strand of grass was at an even height. The trees that surrounded this entire garden were tall, very tall. And they were old; they had been standing there for hundreds of years, shielding the garden away. But here Gerald stood. Overcoming all the defensives, and was standing in this garden alive. He looked around grinning with glee at the mere feeling of being here, he had done it. All the treasure was his, he had planned it all. He would take asThe Stone Garden Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I've done it" Gerald whispered to himself as he turned around slowly examining each part of the
Prelude: Ardwen and Elerus Wind whipped along tall grass. Yellow flowers, small and clustered like drops of honey, shook on the ends of stalks fading to brown. The breeze carried the fragrance of wet earth and drying leaves, the day smelled of fall but felt like summer. The tall grass? That simply reminded Ardwen that he had a lot of yard left to trim. Not that he was outside purely for lawn care; he was keeping an eye on Elerus, allowing the child to explore and play in his new surroundings. The little boy was walking toward him now, clutching what looked to be a thin green twig in his left hand. The soldier-turned-homeowner crossed his arms and leaned back against a nearby tree trunk.Prelude: Ardwen and Elerus3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Ard, look what I found, it kinda looks like you!" The swordsman knelt and held out a gloved hand, a hooded glance passing over Elerus. He had been concerned before the successful conclusion of the last campaign in the war against the North: concerned that he would not b
Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 5 "Siori...." He whispered, his voice caressing me like silken feathers, making my eyes lower to half mast as well and making me give a little, quiet gasp. A shiver rolled down my spine, goose bumps rolling over my skin, at the sound of his voice calling my name so intimately. It's the call of a lover's voice... I thought to myself. At said thought, my eyes widened and I felt my cheeks heat rapidly, my heart skipping a beat. Such a thought! I pulled away hastily, stepping back and turning my gaze from the boy.Dark Kiss of an Angel Part 53 years ago in Settings More Like This
"E-Excuse me--how forward of me to say such things... we hardly know one another." I mumbled, my cheeks burning crimson as I avoided meeting his gaze. The auburn-haired male's hand closed over my wrist and he pulled me gently back to him, my body pressing gently and naturally against his. He lowered his head, his lips brushing my ear and making me shiver again, as he held my wrist tenderly.