Death of a FoolSmiles, laughter, silly sounds
Running, joking, milling around
Fools abound in every crowd
Not noticing the coming clouds
The others leave, one fool remains
Everythings quiet, the wind, the games
He spins and sings but doesnt know
The absence of the suns red glow
A raindrop falls, tear of the sky
The herald of one yet to die
One friend returns, a girl no less
So pretty in her new red dress
She calls to him Fool, come back in!
But cannot be heard oer the din
Large torrents fall on sheets of steel
The cries are muffled by an echoing peal
Of thunderclaps, the fool, he freezes
Noticing now the violent breezes
The fool returns, and in his flight
He dodges left, a lightning strike
She grabs for him and holds him tight
Now heedless of their stormy plight
The march inside, hand in hand
But none seem to understand
The fool was struck by a godly power
An old clock now resounds the hour
Four past noon the damned thing reads
The one called fool now ceases to bre
InspirationInspiration is quite a fickle concept, is it not? One day here, the other gone, never coming when wanted, only when needed. Muses are the embodiment of inspiration, even worshipped by the Greeks and Romans as goddesses of art. Art and Literature are so commonplace these days that they've lost all of their original meaning. True, inspired art and writing is the rarest and most beautiful thing in this world.Inspiration4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Some will always ask, "Why is it so difficult to find inspiration?" The answer is simple; you do not find your inspiration. It will find you. A sudden rush of uplifting energy compelling you to write, or draw, or sketch, or paint it is pure artistic energy channeled through us, the artists.
I have found that in this world, inspiration will flow from several sources; your 'muses' if you will. You will have a muse that embodies all things in this world that you find beautiful; Perfection. There will also be a muse that embodies all things that appall you; Chaos. There will be a m
FaithFaith is the boast of the man who is too lazy to investigate. Believe in yourself; Your mind, your body, your spirit, and your heart. All you have guaranteed to you in this world are those four things. If they are not your own, how can you call yourself human? How can you hope to survive in a world that will take all you hold dear and grind it into the dirt before you? Do not seek salvation through another; for they seek their own.Faith4 years ago in Other More Like This
Your mind is your greatest tool; It provides you with logic and rational thought, two things that people seem to neglect. Your body is your greatest asset; for without it, your life would be at an end, and your existence would mean nothing. Your spirit is your greatest friend; It provides you with comfort and understanding of other human beings. Your heart is your greatest gift; Without it, you cannot hope to love.
Masque-World: ProlougeMasque-World: Prolouge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once upon a time before time, there was Darkness in the universe.
Then there was Light. It simply was.
From the spark that ignited Light, great winged beings were born and they created a world to inhabit. They lived in harmony with nature and with one another; the world was theirs to dream, explore, and enjoy. They were blessed with magical powers, and their songs kept the Darkness of the universe in check. With the power of Light, they created a beautiful place full of woods, fields, and mighty mountains. And, for a time, all was well.
But then, one night, when most were asleep, there was a conversation between two of the beingsbrothers.
Why must we live solely for Light? said one. If the light has granted us powers... what could be learned from the Darkness as well?
The Light was before the Darkness, said the other. It chose to be when it was, and it conquered the Darkness. The Light brought forth being... but the Darkness brought forth no
The Blessings of BeginningsCategory: Fanfiction CrossoverThe Blessings of Beginnings2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Fandom(s): Hetalia | Firefly
Summary: Humanity has begun to get settled into their new galaxy, and so have their respective nations. The appearances of two new personifications have quite cemented that fact, and China's about to meet one for the very first time.
Yao gave an explosive sigh as he collapsed on the plush couch, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly. Why, why, why couldn't the parliament seem to agree on anything today? It was only the first day of the joint parliament sessions of the governments of the planets Londinium and Sihnon, held this month on Londinium, and Yao was already ready for it all to be over.
He and Alfred had just returned from the meeting to the large manor where all the surviving Anglo-Saxon nations - plus a couple others from the Western Hemisphere of Earth-That-Was resided. Alfred had immediately made a beeline for the kitchen (of course), while Yao had started off for his room
6 words - ArtyArty never made it that far. I read a report that a year before he left there had been an accident in one of the manufacturing plants. Acid spill or something like that. The plant was in China, where the regulations were a little more lax. The workers covered up the damage and sent the panel out. A guy from the National Transportation Safety Board found the damage in the wreckage. He figured the panel ought to have blown sooner than it did but for whatever reason held out a little bit longer. Just long enough for Arty to be past the point of no return.6 words - Arty2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I think it must have been terrifying. Being up in that plane and knowing he had no exit. To Arty though, flying was a treasure. He breathed it. Couldn't get enough of it. Sometimes I think he wanted to die up there in the big white clouds with nothing but the air beneath him. That's why he challenged himself. He never bothered to study the charts or watch the weather. When he wanted to go, he just went and got caught up in whatever storm
APH/Portal: When Memories FadeDrabble request fill for ScarletteDiscord: “Quiet me.”APH/Portal: When Memories Fade5 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Summary: Matthew Williams-Jones wakes from cryogenic stasis with gaps in his memory, his twin MIA, and a murderous, science-obsessed computer cataloging his every move. He and his brother must use every scrap of cunning they possess if they have a chance of escaping this hellhole facility alive. Spoilers for the Portal 2 Co-Op storyline.
He floated, drowning in oblivion. The silent ocean enveloped him, cradling him in its dark, cold depths and shutting out all memory of light, of life, of self. Only nothingness remained.
A flicker. A tiny flame, wrapping around the edges of his consciousness and burning into the inky black. Slowly, the dark receded around him, and the light steadily grew brighter and brighter. Numbness was replaced with a dull, aching chill, and grew painfully colder by the second. A growing roar echoed around him, and the ocean began to churn. His world became a confused cacophony of so
Life is Full of StoriesLife is full of stories; every moment, every person, everything has one hidden inside. For those of us who’ve learned to look, life is a story, one we retell for others in our art, our writing, our creative expression.Life is Full of Stories5 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mercury had landed a job selling ice cream at a lakeside park; the past two days on the job had been disappointing at best—the Seattle area was known and renowned for its rainy, overcast weather, and didn’t disappoint, even in summer. Today promised to be different; blazingly bright, 85 degrees in the shade, and the park was packed. “Ice cream! You scream! We all scream for ice cream!” Mercury called, letting everyone in earshot know that the ice cream stand was open for business.
The day passed quickly, with the freezer steadily emptying.
“Hey, I love your shirt,” a woman said, smiling. Mercury had worn one of his favorite shirts today; the front was emblazoned with the words “Careful, or you’ll end up in my n
DSR - A Fluttering FeelingIs it all his fault?DSR - A Fluttering Feeling7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Over the past few months Isabella Vega has gotten quieter, if that’s even possible. To the trained eye, one could notice her smiles look forced more often than not. She doesn’t laugh as often as she used to, and when she does, it's forced. Her blue eyes don’t have the electric spark they once had. If Aleks invites her to hang out, half the time she comes up with an excuse to bow out. Those few occasions she does go out, it’s with a group of their friends. In those extremely rare cases when he gets her alone, a certain blond girl shows up.
With his bag slung over his shoulder, Aleks saunters into the lecture hall. He gives the area a once over and lets out a sigh of relief when he sees she isn’t there yet. It’s only prolonging the inevitable, but it gives him a few minutes to think things over, or to rethink things over. After ambling to his seat, Aleks drops into it, folds his arms on the
Terra Apocalypse Chapter: Neverland(3)Gadgets hums lightly to himself as he roasts some fruit over the campfire. "Can you believe it, Zion? Our first week in the wild, gone. We've finally left the City after all these years, and we're not going back." The large cat pricks his ears at that last comment, but doesn't get up, and eventually lays his head back down, asleep.Terra Apocalypse Chapter: Neverland(3)8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night is clear, the view of the sky being bordered by trees instead of buildings growing familiar to Gadget. He eats the cooked fruit and leans back to stare at the stars. I can't get over how much brighter it is out here, even at night. I know we're going to like living out here, it's a lot more welcoming than the cold City. The sounds of nature's slumber grows into a lullaby, and eventually, Gadget slips into unconsciousness.
"Goodnight, boy." A light voice carries from the trees, and the sound of something moving through water can be heard. "Have only pleasant dreams tonight, and I will see you when the sun returns."
Zion wakes bright and e
Fey RoadsFey Roads by Mercury Herlan, 2/5/08Fey Roads10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl stood at the edge of the deep forest. Only now was she having second thoughts about journeying into fey territory. “You’d have to be mad to go into those woods!” One of the Elders had said about her frequent trips into the forest.
“I’m mad, then.” Of course, this trip was different from the others. Previously, she’d stayed on the edges, where only a glimpse could be seen of the fey. Now, her feet would have to carry her deep in. But hesitation was a luxury she couldn’t afford. She stepped in, and the trees soon hid all signs of the village behind.
She was on the border of comfort. Behind her, light shown between the tree-tops. In front, there was no such blessing. The line was very clear, and quite worrisome. But the ley-line she’d been following led straight into the bracken. She was desperate for fey magic, so she took a reluctant step into the unknown. Everything changed at o
EndarkeningThere’s a door in my head.Endarkening10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s wooden; a wooden door. I think it used to be painted, but the paint’s come away so that all that’s left are scraps. The paint was… green. Old green, like centuries seen through dying leaves. There’s a round, brass handle on the right hand side, tarnished with age, and an old fashioned lock beneath it. The door is… in a corridor. A white, plaster corridor. Its old- chunks of plaster have fallen away. But there’s no cobwebs. The floor is wooden, too, long wooden floorboards that stretch forwards and backwards. There are shadows, but the shadows are wrong. There are shadows where there shouldn’t be, and no shadows where there should.
I’m approaching the door, as though from several hundred metres away, but I can see every detail- the grain of the wood, the spots of paint, the misty discolouration on the handle. The way I get closer is strange, as though every time I blink I am four metres
Fleeting FuryThe thing about humans... the thing about humans is that we're so stupid. We have this remarkable tendency to fold a whole uncaring Universe down into a warm little bubble around ourselves and think that we actually matter. No other animal can do that. You'd never catch a deer admiring a rose or a tiger wondering about the meaning of life. And that's because they know.Fleeting Fury10 months ago in Personal More Like This
We are pathetic and funny and entrancing and heart-breaking all at once. We shout into the storm, defy the Universe, scream rebellion into the face of eternity and death and the end of all things and the sound of our voices is lost in the rush of matter. We are fragile, transient things- and yet a creature so delicate it cannot swim like a fish or jump like a cat dares to stand in front of the stars and says "They are beautiful."
Not always in awe, either, but proprietorially. As though by simply by saying it out loud, we have made them beautiful. We are the architects of huge buildings and vast natur
Truth Or Dare“Okay, I’ve got one ” Eleanor said, fiddling with the grass. “Truth: who was the last girl you kissed other than me or a relative?”Truth Or Dare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Is there a dare with that?” Spencer chuckled, dangling upside-down from a tree branch.
“I’m thinking,” she replied, racking her brains for something that would hopefully assure her an answerwhich was almost impossible, given that Spencer had accepted most of her dares with a grin and a laugh, up to and including the dares of wearing a pink frilly dress and staying upside-down. “ Kiss me?”
“Oooh, tough choice,” he laughed, running a hand through his mop of hair; hanging upside-down made it almost less wild. “The game’s Truth or Dare, so I suppose I have to pick one ”
“Uh, you can do both,” Eleanor said, tearing a few blades of grass. She needed this answer!
“You either really want a kiss, or you want to
The Dream of RealityA dream is not realityThe Dream of Reality2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But a dream can set you free.
Dreary days and lonesome nights
What I wouldn't give to see the lights
That I heard tell were in the sky
Before unbelief did drink them dry
But who am I to think such things
To command a cosmos like a king?
No, it's not for me to question this
Reality, that's all there is
Nothing more than simple life
And that's enough; why create strife?
Take what I've been given, don't make waves
Who cares if darkness is sometimes too much to take?
And yet I still think about those lights way up there
What did they look like? How did they burn without air?
Did they form patterns? What kind, I wonder?
Did they still shine even though the lightning and thunder?
These questions and more perplexed me, it's true
I sought answers but found too few
I tried hard to put it out of my mind
But it soon became clear I was in a bind
Until one night, I found myself walking through a void
Dark, dark, it seemed that everything had been destroyed
The Unsettling Sea"Keep him."The Unsettling Sea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What stupid, stupid words these are!
"Keep him, he is a good man. I approve."
If I did not know this, why would I be standing by his side?
If I did not know this, how could I hold his hand?
But-- "keep him"?
How can you ask me to do that?!
Do the flowers keep the bees?
Does sunlight keep the sun?
Or the waves keep the moon?
So by what power do you say to me "keep"?
If I were the beauty,
If I were the rich,
If I were the intelligent, the popular, the unusual, the amusing
If I were the one in power
If I were the one who had nothing to lose
Only then would I have the ability to "keep him."
Only then would you need to persuade me that he is good.
But since I already know
Since I see him and know him
Since I want him to myself and no others
I have no means to "keep" him.
Of all the powers in all the world--
How I wish that were mine!!
Creature of ArtI am a creature of art.Creature of Art3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A creator, a dreamer, a thinker, a believer.
Never truly happy unless my hands and mind are creating, unless another's creation is mine to behold.
Always thinking, always wondering, always questioning.
What? Where? When? Who? How?
My thoughts never cease. I am always creating, even when everything is quiet.
I see the world outside differently. My eyes see past the material, see the making, the purpose, the greater design.
I see its great tragedy and in it, great beauty.
I hear its melody.
But my world is within myself, mine to mold.
I design and destroy. Worlds come alive under my hand and are ended with a word. Beauty springs from my fingertips and is broken with the wrong stroke. Harmony flows from my thoughts and becomes jarred with one note.
I long for what I do not know. I create what I am seeking for.
And I know exactly who I am.
I am a creature of art.
And that is all I ever could have asked for.