The Last Gryphon: The Battle of Bardrilundr(Contains Transformation)The Last Gryphon: The Battle of Bardrilundr6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is said the voices of the dead forever echo through time. That their songs remain lifted through the clouds which dot the sky, prophesying their long-suffering resurrection. It is in the legends how they are heard among the many and through actions how they are remembered among the few. The very deeds of mankind bore upon the fate of the children who long slept in death's slumber.
The blasting trumpets of the Legion marked the morning of winter's solstice, a day which would be remembered by the heroic actions of valiant souls. In that morning, as the trumpets thundered and Sielah rose from the east, General Livia Senusius, along with a gathering of her men, linked their arms and offered prayers to the sun goddess. The bitter cold chilled both the flesh and spirits of the soldiers as their standard was raised among the high walls of Bardrilundr.
General Senusius then gazed out among the fortress' high walls and out into the snow-strewn landscape.
Adjustment: (1)Adjustment: (1)5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I’ll make it home, Lorthil. Don’t you worry. Always remember that I love you.”
Lorthil was told this by his wife and mate Letra right before she left their home of Rahale to report for military service. A war had begun far off to the southwest in the realm of Durnatel, where a radical group led by a man named Endane overthrew the monarchy and wanted to turn Mausolea into a powerful empire like it had been in time’s past. Working to help stop the coup and restore the monarchy to power alongside the remaining loyal Durnatels was the allied kingdom of Mausolea. Sending military support to the loyalists and exiled monarchy Durnatel unintentionally ignited a fearsome and bloody conflict which appeared to have no end or compromise. Three years and many lives later, the Mausolean forces withdrew along with the surviving Durnatel loyalists. The empire firmly stood its ground and did not expand any further beyond its borders, believing they had triumphed.
Untitled 9I want you here to hearUntitled 95 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you say you want to
hear me say your name
Between HeartbeatsWe hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream,Between Heartbeats4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The light to what seems to be a way of desperation,
Or perhaps just one to break down my seams.
Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need,
Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles,
A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between.
But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream,
Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams,
And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.
Steve Is Beautifulmaybe i didn't know what was going on, and i'll find the blood on my panties when i take a shower tonight. maybe i knew exactly what i was doing, and i didn't stop until my tongue didn't recognize the words it was forming. maybe i didn't know the police officer was a police officer. maybe i called him steve, the boy i lost my virginity to in the ninth grade, in the boy's restroom. maybe i knew the police officer was a police officer but i was thinking about steve, and the time we had sex on his parents bed. maybe we only had sex once, and that was another boy. maybe i didn't lose my virginity to steve. maybe i lost it to the police officer i called steve. maybe i should have asked the police officer his name. maybe it was steve. maybe i should go read a book. maybe i'll finish it, and i'll maybe come to a conclusion that my life is a mess. maybe i should call steve, and maybe i'll read him that book i'm going to maybe start, and maybe we'll both come to the same conclusion at the sameSteve Is Beautiful5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
OneMoonlight shining on your eyes, emotions low, emotions high, never ending words wont come, two lives but for a moment one. Timid hearts in silence race, sheltering arms, a soft embrace. Two hearts once lost, for a moment home, such happiness Ive never known.One6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A smile, a laugh, a passing glance, my heart didnt stand a chance. Pleading words, dont ever leave. I wear my heart out on my sleeve. You open up let me inside, beg me to promise from you I wont hide. Lost in confusion but still I give in, my heart happy to feel love again.
Then anger, pain and silence came, a discarded pawn, a twisted game. Forgive me I beg you, Ill go away. Please dont go, the reply; and as you wish, I stay. Now standing in this silence bound, this drowning love keeps pressing down.
Weeping I curse the sun filled sky, if you would have only once said why. In this torrential rage I break, your silence more than I can take. Im broken now, but never again. The beginnin
NaivetyMourn the early bud,Naivety4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
teased by the fickle weather
and killed on a whim.
Breaking Free for Love-100 T.Breaking Free for Love-100 T.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we sleep where the sun worships your touch,
where the moonbeams
and midnight silhouettes
and words disappear
beneath the strokes of your fingertips painting skin.
was that promise true, my love?
the one you grazed
across my neck at dawn?
you light up my fantasies with kisses
as you catch my eye
with two whispering looks,
and i guess i must have lingered
CravingsCravings4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every time you hold me, even in a small way,
It becomes all I want to feel,
Everything I want to last,
And the only thing in this world I don't want to end.
Sometimes I wonder if you could feel it too..
The way I try to wrap you in my arms,
The way I'm torn between the feelings of wanting more,
And the fear of losing myself in your warmth.
It's like the warmth in your voice when you speak to me,
The warmth in your eyes when you see me smile.
It's like a sense of love I crave to no end,
And something that always makes me hungry for more.
golden leavesgolden leaves4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in her fated cycles
but golden leaves
find my fingers
still entwined with yours
taken away--songyou used to claim you weren't meant for me;taken away--song5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
that love could never be yours.
your chance had passed, it was a memory.
you no longer knew what you were living for.
and somewhere between the lines
you found someone to help you fly...
from your pain.
to better days.
'cause you knew
that you needed to just get away.
i was trapped in a foolish game;
i didn't know real from fake.
but out of the dark, your voice came
to guide me through my heartache.
and somewhere between the lines
you helped me up, you helped me fly...
from his eyes.
from all his lies.
now, i know
that you were the way to get away.
here we are, now, there's no turning back.
my heart is in your hands.
i love you, and that's a fact.
i hope you understand
that somewhere between the lines
we gave each other the wings to fly...
from the past.
far and fast.
and now we know
that we were always meant to get
picture books-Dear Malachi,picture books-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I miss you, but I think you already know that.
You know you were the only thing that kept me in that terrible town for so long? I stayed until I knew you didn't need me anymore. I know you're fine.
God, the ocean is beautiful. It really is. At night I'll break away from everyone, and I'll just sit and watch the waves kill each other. I imagine you doing homework, dad unblinkingly watching a football game, and mom burning something in the oven- I feel so lost here sometimes.
Have you asked Alicia out yet? If not, then the best to do it is to be as straight with her as you can. Girls love honesty, and if you're as honest with her as you can be she'll always remember you for it. It won't be long before boys will be lying left and right to her. Just tell her, "You're absolutely beautiful... and I really like you. Do you want to go on a date?" and if she says no- then the grass keeps growing.
I hope that you're not still mad at me, little brother. It has
shorter daysDear Alexa,shorter days5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I hope this letter finds you.
Mom and Dad are not doing so well. For Thanksgiving Mom set your place, and kept whispering, "I know she will come home." Dad eventually lost it and told her that you are a selfish bitch, and that you chose drugs over us. I hope that's not true. Is it true, Alexa?
I never saw Dad yell like that before, and I don't think Mom had either. She got up and put your plate back in the cabinet.
I hope I am not making you feel bad. That is not my intent. I really wrote to tell you I miss you. Everyone misses you, I can tell. Once in a while someone will call and ask if we have heard from you yet, and Mom always hands the phone over to Dad. He always has to be the one to say, "No. No, we haven't heard from her. Yeah, we'll let you know."
I was walking home from the grocery store yesterday (Mom doesn't shop anymore) and I heard someone say, "Yeah, that's her brother..." I am only telling you because I know that you would love the ide
Reminders. a Haiku.A small lipstick stainReminders. a Haiku.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Soft mark caressing my neck
Colours of my world
Under Construction-100 T.Under Construction-100 T.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you put a sign up yesterday.
"heart currently under construction.
sorry for any inconvenience."
the words settled into my gut
like sapphires at the bottom of an ocean;
how could you be hurting so badly
when you only gave it to me a month ago?
i wonder if the mask you wear to bed
matches the show you put on at dawn.
do your eyes still glow
a feral yellow-secret-hue
or do you dismiss me at the door
because you're afraid of what i'll see
when the stars collide?
i'm begging you to yank me around.
at least then,
your walls will budge beneath the weight
and i'll recognize some part of you
just kiss me once.
i promise not to cry when you let go,
i just want to see emotion in your eyes.
i begged for you to let me in.
and for a minute,
the door opened just a bit wider
and i caught a glimpse of red over your shoulder
before you snapped the door into place again.
that it was your heart peeking my way.
ContinuumYour caress is bothContinuum5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
refreshing and eerie. I
cannot see beyond.
dark spacesdark spaces8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We quarreled it away all those
muggy summer nights when the reflections
of train lights blazed in the river. Hours
after the fact we bit our lips until they were
white under our teeth –
we tried too late to
catch those words up in between our sheets;
we were frantic with it but I think we knew
even then that they were tacked to the sky
with the stars.
It is gone.
Now I will hold the sheets to your
lips when you try to speak. I will shut my eyes
to the dark spaces between the stars. Safely
encased in our closed drapes and covers, I will
lie awake at night to study your silhouette. In
the shadows that linger between us I will find
the barest hint of silver-blue moonlight tracing
the curve from your neck to your shoulder and
press my lips against it.
I will love it above any other part of you.
memories.some say we are ghosts,memories.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
mere wisps of what once was.
some say we are dead,
hiding underground, unmoving.
some say we are forgotten,
fading as our hearts beat slower every day.
i say we are solid,
we are just invisible to the blind.
Apple BlossomYour blush is fading;Apple Blossom5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
windswept, you shudder gently
fragrant petal tears