Shadows and Sunsets: LateHe was late.Shadows and Sunsets: Late3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She had thought that in 3 weeks his timing would have improved
He was always late; she'd lost count of the restaurants she'd waited in until closing. It was embarrassing and painful.
She wasn't the kind of woman you kept waiting for long.
There were many admirers who would jump at the chance to dine with her and she figured it was high time Thane Krios knew that.
She'd gone home once it was obvious he wasn't going to show, opting to wait in her empty house with an expensive bottle of wine.
No surprise he'd managed to get inside without setting off the alarms.
She didn't turn around, holding the edge of her wine glass to her lips. It was her third glass and she knew if she finished this one she'd be nowhere near clear headed enough to deal with Thane. She looked out over the vast expanse of the Encompassing, watching the moonlight dance on the sea. It was peaceful, calming
He sounded out of breath, as if he'd been running. There was a steady
Seven Salvations.To oppose the deadly seven, one must keep in mindSeven Salvations.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That there are seven others, of a completely different kind.
The Seven Heavenly Virtues, of whom are here to tell
The damned Cardinal Vices to go straight back into Hell.
The first is dear sweet Castitas, the act of chastity.
Abstaining from sexual conduct, and from pure hostility.
Embracing moral wholesomeness and keeping one's soul pure.
Resisting foul temptations and ignoring dark allure.
Temperantia, is the second; maintaining self control.
Restraint, justice and temperance are what guides his prudent soul.
He obtains his moderations, and keeps to what he needs.
Fights against temptation and refrains from brutal greed.
In third place is Caritas, generosity
Willingful self sacrifice and gracious charity.
A love shown through devotion, disposition to do good
Benevolent giving and sacrificial love.
Industria portrays persistence, true integrity
Diligence and work ethic, upholding ones true capability.
Guarding against pure laziness, wi
Everything Under the Stars 18Chapter 18: TroubleEverything Under the Stars 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
© Lady Owl
Neelix and Heather were already at the workshop for a while when Gale shouted from the back office to get Neelix's attention. He sighed, annoyed and set his tool down as he lifted his goggles and began to walk towards the back.
"Neelix, you have a message." Gale informed him as he entered.
"Oh..?" Neelix replied, interested but felt his gut lurch. As much as he wanted to speak to Muora, it made him extremely anxious. He looked over at Heather who was sitting up on the counter across from him. She was playing with Gale's game again and shared the same look of worry as he did, when their eyes met.
"Yeah... from... the Overseer." Gale replied. He seemed both confused and nervous by this.
"The Overseer? What would he want? We're catching up at a good pace.. I can't imagine he'd be receiving any complaints." Neelix replied, "What did he say?"
"Just says he wants to meet with you as soon as possible.. Damn I hope we're not in troubl
Engine of Chaos"Define problem," I said, watching my guest over steepled fingers.Engine of Chaos5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man - he had introduced himself as Edward Carter - twisted a machine-pressed felt hat between calloused hands.
"Well, I run a warehouse in the West India docks for a Mister Hibberd," he began, and grimaced, his pale brow furrowing beneath lank, age-bleached hair. "Top gent. But... There's somethin' tha's not right."
Oil-stained fingernails bit into his hat's brim, and he wet his lips.
"The foreman - he's walked out on me. An' I can't get lightermen in for love nor money. It's me engineer..." The felt hat audibly complained at his attentions. "He's gone a bit... I think he's blown a valve - if you'll excuse the expression."
He paused, and glanced anxiously about the room. Though I doubt he found much comfort there; my study was sparsely decorated at best. His eyes paused on my coat stand, before wandering idly over my desk, and finally, relucta
A Collar For A PetA black collar, of the finest leather doneA Collar For A Pet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To bind in golden chains the one
Who would not suffer to be bound-
The rogue, the animal, rebellious trash,
Once glowing, now beaten, returns without a sound
To his master's open arms.
His hands ungloved, waiting to caress
And force the fiery body, until it yields to his charms,
The master waits; the master waits
Patiently, in the shadows
For their long disentangled fates
To once again be entwined
By the leash of the collar that he clutches so firmly,
Waiting to receive back what he once refused to bind,
And to grant him a feeling
He should have never felt.
Writing a HaikuWriting a haiku;Writing a Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Running out of syllables
is a pain in the
St.SuicideSt.Suicide walking on the razors edgeSt.Suicide7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up across the silver slide
Red marks and dashes
He is the tragedy in your fragile nightmare
My name is Suicide, make sure not to forget
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of your nightmares
I'm here to give blood to the saints
I'm the reason reason for denial
With an angels face and a taste for suicidal
Razors and ritalin and a stash of dope
I am the son of an addict and a shadow
Raised in the slipping environment
I'm the reason reason for denial
With an angels face and a taste for suicidal
Think of me as you wish
I'll give you something to mourn over
My name is St.Suicide I'm a son of a gun
I'm from the outside group
A teenage taste of suicidal
Nightmares and Tragedy
Better listen up.
Small TalkPLEASE READ THE ENTIRE STORY BEFORE JUDGING!!Small Talk1 month ago in Drama More Like This
Inside a local bar in New York City was filled with a mix of drunkards and men and women drinking happily. All the while, a certain Englishman was weeping, holding an almost empty glass of Budweiser. He was sitting on one of the stools at the bar table. He couldn't even remember the name of the place and frankly couldn't care right now.
“S-Sir, are you okay?” The bartender asked nervously.
“It's not sir and I want another glass! I don't think I can take anymore of this today,” the Englishman, England, cried, his eyes red from all the weeping.
“S-Sorry, um... isn't that a bit much. You had five glasses already.”
“I can handle another glass, you nutter!” England shouted, eyes all white and mad.
“Just water it down. He'll be fine,” a man sitting next to England.
“If you say,” The bartender replied nervously.
“I bet you're having the bloody
Bloodsong 00.BloodsongBloodsong 00.7 years ago in Horror More Like This
''I want to die before my friends!''
I've always thought about this saying. People around me kept saying it. Haven't you ever heard it, even once? Were people honestly thinking that way...? Was it out of selfishness? Was it to avoid grieving? Was it out of fear...?
I don't know. And no matter how many times I repeat it in my head, I can't understand it. Oh, but I'm not saying I'm any better. No. I'm probably worse.
Unlike the ones saying that, I'd rather live a long life and die last. I want to live on for my fallen friends and be able to tell their story over and over again... Or so I thought. That feeling quickly grew... Quite awful. I started clinging miserably to life. I refuse to die. However bad life turns out, however much blood is spilled- because, yes, my life is a tale of bloodshed- I still refuse to die. Once you die, there is no guarantee you'll get yourself in a place any better. After all, no one ever came back from that so-called paradise. There is no
Notice of Intent to StalkForm ITS1993(d)Notice of Intent to Stalk6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Notice of Intent to Stalk
Print or type name of Stalker: _____________________________
(known henceforth as STALKER)
Print or type name of person to be Stalked: __________________________
(known henceforth as STALKEE)
Please be notified that effective this date the above named STALKER has filed an official Intent To Stalk Declaration targeting the above named STALKEE in accordance with Obsessive/Compulsive Personal Pursuit Code of Conduct Act of 1993 (OCPPCCA93).
I, STALKER, hereby declare Open Season upon you, STALKEE, and pursuant to OCPPCCA93 section 1, paragraph 5 intend to engage in the following activities (check all that apply):
[ ] Watch from afar
[ ] Watch from the bushes
[ ] Watch from the window/skylight
[ ] Hide in your closet
[ ] Fold myself under your computer desk
[ ] Gaze devotedly at your sleeping form
[ ] Collect hair samples while you sleep
[ ] Bake cookies in your kitchen while you're away
[ ] Chocolat
In MemoriamAfter: I set on the walk to home,In Memoriam5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By woodland paths; I paced, I paced
But then as the cloak of dark came down,
I nearing my old town- was not braced
For that image of moths, flickering blue-
I stumbled there; reminded of you.
So I spun on my heels in evening gloam,
By autumn leaves I raced, I raced
Away from the moments that rendered in silver,
Cast glamour on the forest face
And stabbed through the shimmer of early dew-
I could have died there, surrounded by you.
Memoirs of the UndergroundAN: Minimum wage in 1991 was $4.25.Memoirs of the Underground7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Memoirs of the Underground
It had been five long years since Sarah had defeated the Goblin King's Labyrinth and reclaimed her brother. Five long, boring years of responsibility and day to day life. For a woman who had first-hand knowledge of the existence of other worlds, working her way through school on minimum wage and attending college was rather mundane. She had danced with the Firey's. She had freed a Yeti. She had bribed a dwarf into betraying his King. These days, the closest she got to adventure was defying her step-mother by picking the art college that she wanted, rather than the one Karen felt was logical and responsible.
So, Sarah carried on with her day to day existence. She was majoring in Performing Arts at the local college and when she wasn't at work or school she still took care of the baby brother who had been the c
If I Only Had a Brain ParodyIf I Only Had a Brain Parody5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
If I only had a brain
(art thief parody)
I could post a deviation,
That's purely my creation
and comment just the same
all the artists would respect me
no white-knight would need protect me
if I only had a brain
I could take critques with pleasure
regard them as a treasure
and not be wracked with pain
forgot would be my name
from the troll-ee hall of fame
if I only had a brain
Oh I! wanna cry!
whenever someone tells me I am wrong
Just smile like a fool and play along
I'll have em blocked! (before too long!)
Oh I wouldn't bear the grief
of knowing I'm a thief
with my heart all full of shame
I could post a deviation
without all this aggravation
if i only had a brain
Ex-BoyfriendI threw out all the flowers.Ex-Boyfriend10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deleted you from my phone.
No longer a slave to your powers,
You disappear into the unknown.
I slashed balloons to shreads,
Decapitated the teddy bear,
And pulled out all his threads.
To think I once cared.
I shattered the vase,
Upon the tiled floor.
From the pictures I cut your face.
You don't exist anymore!
Good IntentionsThe tiny brown mouse, identified only by the bright orange 47 tag on its ear, trudged through the cedar chips toward the water bottle attached to the cage. It nudged the spout twice with the tip of its nose, and droplets oozed out onto the mouse’s forehead. With a soft grunt, the mouse jolted backward and collapsed in a heap in the opposite corner, its chest trembling with exhaustion.Good Intentions3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Amazing,” Victoria Krell whispered, scribbling notes onto her iPad. The fluorescent lighting flickered above her, and she began writing faster; Craig was getting impatient for his bed. She scratched out a side note in capitalized, red letters to remind herself to bring Star Lab’s oldest night security guard a big batch of Boston creams tomorrow morning.
Victoria leaned closer to the lone cage perched on her workstation, watching 47’s wet, blank staring eyes. The brown mouse was only one of twenty in a three foot long cage. It was not particularly interesting or unique,
a little limerickAlison Annabel Nigha little limerick7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wondered why humans cant fly
she held her arms stiff
and jumped off a cliff
and then she figured out why
Beauty Sleep"Avast ye foul lizard! Crawl out from that hidey-hole on your belly so I may stain my blade with your impure blood!"Beauty Sleep5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He stood outside the dragon's den, a gallant figure clad from head to toe in gleaming metal. Shield and sword were poised, and the crimson plume adorning his helmet flapped in the sputtering breeze.
"You may have terrorized many a kingdom and slaughtered many a valiant knight, but not I! For I come bearing my family's ancestral sword, a bright woe-bringer to all the creatures of darkness which hide in their fetid pits! Enjoy your next breaths, dragon, for they shall be your last."
Deep down in the depths of the dragon's den, a pair of bleary eyes cracked open.
Oh please not ANOTHER one.
The Dragon yawned and stretched on its hoard; a wretched fuzzy taste had settled into his mouth overnight, and a dreadful scratch lingered in the back of his throat. An inordinate amount of gagging and hacking ensued as a modest glob of mucus was expelled from his lungs. That was d
Homework Help. 1.Homework Help. 1.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Konata Izumi streatched on her bed and sighed. It had been a long day and she was exhausted. She knew that she had a lot of homework but hey, she wasn't doing it. She copied Kagami, and even that involved effort, in which she thought tiring. She'd much rather read her collection of mangas.
She continued reading her lastest manga with another heavy sigh.
'Hmm, Yuri...' Konata thought dreamily.
Yuri was her favourite manga, though she'd never admit it to Kagami. She had never even told Kagami that she liked Yuri's. The thought crossed her to tell her bestfriend...but she dismissed it at once.
"Ugh, what would she think?! A perverted teenager that looked like a twelve year old? Ekk. No way." She muttered underneath her breath. Konata placed down the Yuri and closed her bright green eyes.
Konata rolled over onto her back and crossed her arms behind her head.
She knew, deep down beneath her stashed feelings, that she was attracted to Hiiragi Kagami. Attracted to her deep purple eyes and pig
snowbonesholding my hands over the kettlesnowbones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the skin on my fingertips peels back,
like dated wallpaper,
like flowers blooming.
they're burning from the inside out,
nails turning to varnish, turning to steam,
bones click-clacking their way out;
spreading like wildfire.
the whistling stops, and
and my fingers are just fingers,
ink stained, bitten nails.
sunlight streams across the kitchen,
my fingers warm and
slightly damp, i trace patterns on
-Bisexual-They said Im so greedy-Bisexual-9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They said Im so unfair
Its only sex that I want
And feelings I dont care
They said Im not happy
If I couldnt stick to one
They said my love is empty
And sincerity is none
You just dont know what it feels like
To be called unjust
To be called restless
And a slave to lust
Who are you to judge me
On how I should live
I am also human
Who sin and forgive
They said I play safe
They said Im a coward
I switch when I like it
And get all the reward
They said Im confused
But that is not so
I am just free to choose
Love is for everyone I know.
Inamorato Ch. 2Title: Inamorato Ch. 2Inamorato Ch. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Dragon Age II
Characters/Pairings: FemHawke, Fenris, Anders
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the settings or original characters from the game. © Bioware
The next morning was awkward, or at least it was to Lyra. Waking up with someone next to her was a bit unnerving, to say the least. Anders looked peaceful, serene in his morning doze, almost as if Justice was just some figment of the imagination and was not lingering silently under the surface of tranquility. Lyra quietly studied him a few moments, asking herself questions like, Why did I do that? Was it the right thing to do? What have I gotten myself into ? She dressed and left her house before Anders woke, managing to steal a few precious moments for herself.
Walking through High Town, she noted that she was indeed still sore, but gladly determined that it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been at first. In fact, she thought she'd feel fine by late afternoon, an