Elegy of the BygoneBetween dark and dying places,Elegy of the Bygone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spoiled lands and with'ring faces,
I found Dominion in raided field;
My heart's potential bound to yield.
Joyful, content, I settled down,
Confident in this solid ground,
A site that saw both war and hate,
To which I tied myself through fate.
With brick and mortar I began
Devoted I with righteous plan.
"Through days of hot and night time long;"
Labored I with romantic song,
"Though blood and sweat here may be spilled,
A Kingdom I will surely build."
And build I did, up to the sky
With detail close and careful eye.
When time to rest came every day,
No cause had I to run and play.
I sat and prayed and shed some tears
Through thoughts of hope in evil years.
Before I'd settled on this land,
Pilgrim was I with staff in hand;
Dreams in my mind and faithful thought,
Yet Home, Love and Place found were not.
Remembering these lonely days
Now that I'd wandered from the maze,
My gaze fell deeply up on High,
Whose providence I knew was nigh.
When morning came and res
The Floating CityThe Floating City3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"There it is boys." Cathy slung her bag over her shoulder as the three runaways stepped onto the rocky cliff.
Jackson grabbed his friend by his shoulders. "We're here, we're here!" He hollered and hopped around him. "Woohoo, we're here!"
Alex and Cathy grinned silently as they all trekked up the path. Before them was the floating metropolis they had spent three months hiking towards. Full of rebels and outlaws and just plain runaways, it was a haven in the sky. An electric bubble protected most of the city from the outside, making sure the government, should they find it, couldn't capture its inhabitants. It was the type of place that was whispered about, but no one believed existed.
The communications globe in the front of the city kept its officials in the loop. One of the front panels glowed green momentarily, logging the runaways arrival. They walked slowly to the drop point, waiting for one of the ships to take them to their new home.
The runaways were speechless
Black Steel Pt 1Dusk descended slowly on Tatjana, the walled capital of like-named province, the last rays of the dying sun playing shadows across the battlements. It was a typical autumn evening; the day had been overcast but dry with ashen skies reneging on their promise of rain. Trade was slow at this time of year as the inhabitants of the city hunkered down for the cold of winter and there had been relatively little traffic in and out of the citys gates for the last few days.Black Steel Pt 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Watching motionless from the shadows of the nearby woods, Azura sat and waited. Tonight was the night he had been waiting for. For eight days he had contemplated the city from various angles, learning the positions and relative blind areas of the watchtowers and the patrols of the guards. He had slept little up until early today and eaten nothing in his stay outside the walls, aware that his senses and instincts would be keener on an empty stomach.
Tonight the moon entered into its final phase, barely visible as a thin
The Boundaries to Break: Chapter 12Chapter 12 When Darkness FallsThe Boundaries to Break: Chapter 121 year ago in Romance More Like This
With the sun completely gone, the night falls in rapidly but here on Sogowa, with its twin moons similar to Solbrecht’s and no clouds to block their light, it isn’t quite dark. In fact it is a very clear night. Arzu’s eyes shine in Sheloh and Dimra’s light as he looks at me, his arms which had surrounded me moments ago, now resting on his thighs. He smiles, his white teeth glittering. His brown skin almost seems to have a somewhat ghost-like hue in the pale light of the moons. I finally notice how everything around us seems to have changed by the darkness. Colors have faded to tones of gray, sounds like the twittering of birds have been driven to the background while the chirping of various insects seem to have been amplified and as I said before, it was actually a bit chilly this evening.
“We should go home.”
Then he just holds up his hand, his large ears twitching, picking up a distinctive sound. The
NineNineNine8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
They say there is a village, a village buried deep inside the Forest of the Green. It has been hidden for centuries, untouched by the modern world with its machines and war powers and untainted by the black ooze of the factories. A village jealously guarded within the Green and inside the leaves and foliage. The Green will never give up its secrets
Until the ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth year of the Forest god Nizo looked down upon the Green and oversaw a birth. A nine tailed fox, or rather kitsune as they are now known, was born to the small tribe. Now normally this would have been a cause for rejoicing since a birth was a rare time in the tribe when they could stop everything and celebrate new life. However, being the ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth year was a bad omen for the kitsune tribe.
I cannot be responsible for this accident. The so
WERE-CardWERE-Card6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Human name: 'Iron' Jack Lucian
Were name: Lycan the Elegant Werewolf or Werewolf Pirate, for those of you who knew me WAAAY back when.
Phenotype: Timber Wolf
Birth date: January 11th, 17 - something. . . . I forget exactly.
Home territory: Hard to tell, I'm ALWAYS traveling!! Great Britten.
Dream territory: A good old fashioned Victorian Mansion. Or a Pirate ship. Whichever works. ^^
Human physical description: Tall, light hair, blue eyes, 5'6" , 111 lbs., sorta pale complexion
Were physical descriptionlue eyes mostly black, with a white belly and under my jaw starting at my eyes, white toes on my front legs, from by knees down to my toes on my back legs are white with little black spots on the white part. My toes on my back legs are black.
Career: Currently I'm an un-employed-ist
Hobbies/interests: Art, acting, theater,
Favorite movies: (In no particular order) Beetlejuice, Corpse Bride, Edward Scissorhands, Happy Feet, Hoodwinked!, Kung Fu Panda, Pirates of th
I Am The WriterSitting alone inside my head,I Am The Writer9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inside my heart I seek,
My will to resurrect the dead,
And in my soul you peek,
When you hear my words,
Open your mind and touch the stars,
Listen for the birds,
I describe on mars,
The blood-red sand,,
With a cold and warming glow,
Accompanied by a magical band,
Whose heart I will throw,
Into the darkest pit,
When you hear my tale,
Of a knife used to slit,
The struggling girl begins to flail,
From the fear of the ghost story,
Made inside my mind,
With detail so gory,
That the words are not the kind,
To be chosen with intention,
For a purpose so bold,
And to put you in suspension,
For a love story so old,
That only the writer,
Would craft what we all know,
And make our lives quieter,
And allow our minds to grow.
The Dawn DragonIn a mountain hall of rock and stone,The Dawn Dragon11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon a bed of glittering eyes,
In the golden splendour of his home
The ancient creature lies.
Stirring while the stars still shine
A sleepy head is raised,
Great golden eyes so large and fine
Do open and their realm appraise.
A tail doth twitch and a wing doth shake
And slumber slips away.
As the being from his sleep doth wake,
And gracefully turn to face the coming day.
With perfect grace and brilliant ease
The great serpent slips from his lair.
Wings open wide to the early breeze
The giant tests the air.
With a sharp beat of his wings so broad
And one magnificent bound,
The shimmering beast leaves his hoard
To soar soundlessly above the ground.
One more glance to check all is well
Broad head surveying the air.
His shining wings lift and swell
And broad strokes carry him from his lair.
Up, up and up he goes,
Reaching for the stars fading light
His magnificent appearance he well knows
Is enhanced by his elegant flight.
For vain is he who rules the
DaddyDaddy is a hero.Daddy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whether it's night or day,
he comes in the right time
to keep monsters away.
Daddy is an athlete and a doctor.
When he plays rugby with me,
he brings me band-aids.
for my skinned knees.
Daddy is lovely.
Mummy is always in a rush.
But he always finds time
to make her smile... or blush.
Dad is my example.
He shows me what's right or wrong.
He's patient and nice,
yet so firm and strong.
Other fathers read stories
when it's time to sleep.
Mine reads the ones.
he's written especially for me.
I just want him to know
what he means to me.
Daddy, you're the best father ever,
and you'll always be.
Lady DepressionI am getting fat and complacent.Lady Depression5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sup on the riches of your labour and
spit the bones back in your face.
You are not worthy of anything.
You are a fly buzzing in my ear,
neither here nor there.
I can fell you with one slap,
end you with one loud clap
of my hands together and you fall,
like a marionette puppet whose
strings have been cut.
You are easily killed.
I think I'll play with you a little more.
Kitchen BickeringPast midnight in the main kitchen of the Montrey mansion...Kitchen Bickering5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand why you can't find a nice, normal-"
"Human boyfriend," she finished. "Y'know, I don't think you're anyone to lecture about dating within one's species."
"We've been over this a thousand times; I am human."
"Uh-huh. Right. You should really see yourself when you say that, you ever tried saying it into a mirror? 'Cuz it looks pretty funny."
"Damn it, Penny," he hissed, "I was born and raised, for a forty full years, human- that's longer than you have been. Then this," he spread his webbed claws, "happened. And it's surface only, and you know it. Unlike this, this..."
"This being is a bizarrity! He's not a year older than you, he's not a decade older than you, he's not twice your age, he's twenty times your age! "
"Yeah, but look: he doesn't remember any of that, he's just like any other person, he only remembers so much, just the last couple years-"
Black Fox: BeginningsBlack FoxeginningsBlack Fox: Beginnings7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Marie closed her eyes and sighed. 'This is not working' she thought. Opening her eyes, she looked back at the letters on the counter. "Bill, bill, bill, letter from the Government and bill, oh joy." Marie grumbled to herself. The last bill was the rent for her studio apartment and the smallest bill. Marie sighed again. How many months had the landlord let the rent slide and yet the bill was always for the same amount? The landlord knew the only ones in the apartment were Marie and her brother, Tobias, but how long would they continue to let it go?
A loud shout interrupted her thoughts. Marie looked up to see her younger brother doing a weird dance on the couch, yelling at
TNBC- It's a Wonderful... P.4It's a Wonderful NightmareTNBC- It's a Wonderful... P.45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part Four: A Happy Halloween
Jack took a moment to fully realize that he was in the Halloween graveyard, then checked to make sure that he wasn't dressed as the poor pumpkin farmer as he had been before. He could have cackled with glee when he saw the familiar pinstripes and bat bowtie he was wearing.
"Well done, Jack," said the familiar voice of a jolly old man from behind.
Jack turned around to face his addressor. "Sandy Claws! Are we really "
Santa nodded. "We're both back, no worse for the wear."
Jack blinked and grinning wide, then thought it all over. "But how did it work?"
"You learned your lesson. You care so much about the people in your town that you actually reversed a spell made in selfishness. It's not an easy thing to do, Jack."
Jack smiled in satisfaction. "Well, that was one adventure I hope I never go on again."
"Agreed," said Santa before he looked up toward the sky. "I'm afraid I must be going now. I wish I could stay and c
TNBC- It's a Wonderful... P.2It's a Wonderful NightmareTNBC- It's a Wonderful... P.25 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Part Two: Into the Dungeon
When Jack looked around after the spell, it seemed as if everything was different. Where the graveyard was normally cold and comforting with all the sighs of the haunts that spent their afterlives there, the new graveyard was silent. Not even the wind made sound. Had Jack not been curious to see what the rest of the town was like now, he might have felt unnerved.
"Well, should we head into town, Jack?" Santa asked the skeleton.
"Oh certainly, Mr. Claws, but how oh my!" Jack then got a good look at what he was wearing. He was clad in a tattered, brown peasant's suit rather than his elegant pinstripe suit and pants.
"This-this is what I used to wear in my younger days. And yet they're so out of shape now."
"You wished that you had never been the Pumpkin King. Now you're just a poor farmer again," Santa reminded him. A strange, almost grave look was in his eye.
"I see," Jack replied, "but if we go into town, Mr. Claws
4's Abduction4's Abduction5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Along the bank of the murky lake the Stitchpunk twins 3 and 4 were busily cataloging an unfamiliar pile of debris. Their camera shutter eyes blinked excitedly over every tiny portion of broken plastic and twisted metal.
"Hey! Don't go too far!" called their companion and protector 7 who was keeping guard atop of a broken Walker. A mechanized machine from the great war. Although it had been months since the destruction of the Fabrication Machine the few surviving Stitchpunks were still wary of any sound or movement that occurred in the dead lands.
Their leader and youngest of the group, 9, was also searching among the wreckage for something that would be of use to them. His first invention, the lamp torch, had been destroyed months ago and he had yet been able to find another disk that gave its replacement power. 'These ruins are full of riches'. That was what 2 always said, and 9 took that to heart. He promised to do the best he could to take care of his friend
Esteemed - Afraid NotEsteemed - Afraid Not3 years ago in Drama More Like This
-128 ASC; Summer-
-Toph's age: 40-
"-...awwfff?" A faint voice, cutting through the murkiness of sleep.
"Hnngh..." She could hardly move, her limbs like lead. Everything ached. Her entire body was a lump of numbed, sore flesh coated in a metal suit. The floor was cold against her cheek.
"Toph!" That voice - his voice. It was near, but muffled by the daze she was lost in. In this cloud of pain and confusion, his voice was waking her up.
Sprawled on her side, she meagerly grasped her deadened fingertips at the hard floor. Nothing. No pulse of the earth. This was disconcerting.
"Toph," he grunted out again, his voice forced and ragged. She could hear his approach amidst the scuffling of dozens of others, further off.
"Gugh-" was all she could manage out before a cough flew from her throat. Her fluids had been displaced, which was throwing her body for a loop.
"Agh, Spirits...You're OK." Fwumph. The
I am...I am a female.I am...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a teenager.
I am a high school student.
I am an artist.
I am a writer.
I am a trustworthy person.
I am a good friend.
I am a good listener.
I am a good adviser.
I am friendly.
I am social.
I am a justice fighter.
I am a freedom fighter.
I am an LGBT supporter.
I am a transgender.
I am brave.
I am strong.
I am not afraid.
I am not hiding.
I am sly.
I am silent.
I am insensitive.
I am honest.
I am often confused. But
I am always led to truth.
I am a person who uses ':3' more than needed. But
I am a person who uses '<3' very rarely and only to special people.
I am a person who is uncomfortable when called 'dear', 'honey' or 'sweetie'. But
I am a person who appreciates any nice name they're being called.
I am a person who feels awkward when hugged. But
I am a person who needs to be reminded that is loved.
I am a person who can move on. But
I am a person who needs new people to like them.
I am a flexible personality.
I am able to fit in every group of people. But
A Legend BornA Legend Born4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Legend Born
Breathing heavily, a thin veil of moisture layered the inside of his rusty helmet. The constant chafing of the harsh metal had pursed his lips, reddening them. Tibbott sheathed his blade and desperately poked his fingers through the gaps of the mouth guard, squirming and stretching to wipe away the condensation. Wincing from his efforts, he envied all of the bearded knights. His supple, clean-shaven skin continually suffered at the hands of all the abrasive textures.
'Squire.' snapped a commanding voice. Standing not twenty yards ahead of Tibbott, his knight and master, Sir George posed. Sunlight broke through the forest canopy bathing the knight and his armour. Dancing and glistening, light played across the protrusions on his pauldrons' engravings. Silvered gauntlets, pointed sabatons and a close helm etched with gold, illuminated the surrounding area with a rich reflection. A red cross, his family's emblem, was centred on the knight's brilli
My Life with AspergersKeep in mind this is NOT one of those OMG this is a famous and memorable person biographies. I dont intend to do an autobiography until the time (if any) I get recognised for my stories (fame, etc).My Life with Aspergers6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I just wanted to share my personal experiences as a form of inspiration for people struggling with aspergers syndrome or life in general, feeling like theyre all alone with no friends and success will always remain out of their reach. So now all thats cleared up, here goes.
Due to genetic inheritance, I was born with aspergers syndrome, which isnt really a physical disability, its more of a social disability. There was this one time when I was about 2 or 3 that my mum told me about. She was out with a friend who had a little girl, who was carrying a teddy bear. During that time the girl held out the teddy bear to me, and I started to reach out to take it. Then she quickly snatched it back and repeated the process. Due to my inability to recognise su
My 100 theme challenge100 THEME CHALLENGEMy 100 theme challenge4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
14- Shooting stars
15- Hold my hand
16- Precious treasure
25- I can't
27- Broken pieces
28- Can you hear me?
30- Through everything
31- Give up
32- Last hope
42- My Prince
44- Ice cream
56- Another you
58- I believe
60- First love
62- If I had you
63- Never again
65- I will remember you
70- Take me
71- Not what you see
GuardianGuardian3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skies, and the dark forest. I feel someone behind me. I turn. Nothing there.
But there is something.
He's there. The Man.
He watches me, over me. He's my guardian in the Dark.
He looks harmful, and silent, and very mysterious.
People don't understand him. I understand.
He's lonely, always rejected, always regarded as weird, and not to be trusted.
DragonsDragons.Dragons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na