Altair: Madness of the BeastKerak, 1187 CEAltair: Madness of the Beast7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had fought like a beast. And so they had chained him like one.
The darkness was so absolute it seemed solid, hard enough to touch. Nothing penetrated its veil: no daylight for there were no windows to allow any, nor was there any torchlight for the door to the cell was solid wood, covered in rusted steel plates on both sides. The cell was made of large stone blocks, roughly squared but well fitted together with mortar. It was small in size, six feet from the back wall to the door and across from wall to wall: a square shape. A stone box. A strong cage. For an Eagle.
The prisoner shifted, chains clinking. The sound of metal moving was loud in the darkness. As grating as the regular heartbeat reverberating in the room. How could no one hear it outside? Since hed been thrown here two weeks had it been that long? Hed lost track of time down here in this dank damp slime covered box of a room ago he had hardly seen anyone, least of all the man who&
The HusbandI took a nap, and when I woke up, the dog that had been sleeping on my chest had become a husband.The Husband9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I said, “Get off, you’re heavy.”
And while he sheepishly slunk to the floor, I asked him what he thought he was doing, being a husband when all I wanted was a dog. He kissed my foot and said that I needed a husband.
This is something that many have tried to tell me in the past, and I was not up for hearing about it. Not on a Saturday afternoon, when I had to fully wake up from my nap, make some coffee, and putz around for a few hours before meeting Sammie for drinks down at Calico’s, so we could watch all the cowboys wearing their finest, most colorful shirts and tightest jeans. Which last part seemed like something to which a husband might take offense.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not a wife, so you’d better change back now.”
“Could you be a wife for a little bit? Try it out?” His eyes were still brown and far too reminiscent of a
The Power of Broccoli"Six foot..."The Power of Broccoli4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
powerless, and reaching."He's the kind of personpowerless, and reaching.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who tells me to 'cheer up'
when I'm depressed,"
he says, scoffing,
and I shake my head
"What a useless comment."
He chuckles, agrees,
but I keep thinking about
about all the "cheer up"s
and "just be happy"s
he's heard in his life.
I want to say "cheer up,"
I want my words to magically
cure him, heal him,
crush his depression
in a way that no pills ever could,
but I know it doesn't work like that.
Happiness is not an item
to be obtained with quarters
it is not a country to travel to
in airplanes and sailboats.
Happiness is a change in the wind,
a flicker from east to west
that cannot be upheld permanently.
For him, it is a road
blocked by people who roll their eyes
and tell him to get over himself.
When I wrap my arms around him,
he laughs again,
sinks into my body.
I think about hollow rooms,
sound echoing off the walls.
Finals WeekChallenge: finalsFinals Week4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SwingsetSwingset sways, creaks, groans... stands still.Swingset4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six Word Writer"Unicorns!"Six Word Writer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mythology was last week."
summer poemyou used to say it wassummer poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the only time of year
that actually deserved to be called a
sweat on our faces shone like
sticky cellophane, and we
ran through sprinklers if
no one was looking.
with damp undershirts and
ice-clinking glasses and
asphalt smoking heat
and dust - you said
everyone's eyes were a little bit brighter,
like we were
borrowing something [life]
from the sun.
you walked around your little apartment, smiling
in thongs you changed twice a day, when you could -
about how funny
the AC chose right now to break,
and you'd look outside and smirk at
crossing the street just to walk in the shade.
and i'd spend all day just
waiting for a shower
i'd feel dirty again half an hour after taking.
then i'd lie there at night with the
windows wide open and
your hot body draped
and i'd wish i didn't
have to share that bed with you.
you'd snuggle closer and whisper
and i'd pretend i'd fallen asleep.
AccidentGoal: Cold Medicine.Accident4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Achievement: Zombie Apocalypse.
Toby's Super Awesome Guide...Toby's Super Awesome Guide...5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Toby's Super Awesome Guide to many Werewolf Things
Alpha-(α) The Executive leader of the Clan and overseer of the entire territory. The selection of an Alpha is done by popular vote there is also an interim alpha which are the runner up. Interim Alphas only serve until a new Election is held. Any werewolf can apply to be an Alpha. At the age of 6, Toby was the youngest to be elected and the interim served the position until Toby would be able to perform his duty. The implied criteria for an Alpha is abnormal strength, cunning, strict morals, bravery, compassion, and intelligence, but this interpretation of the criteria is entirely up to the voter.
Anthro- A Greek based word meaning Human-like. This is the 2nd form werewolves may take. The physical characteristics that the 2nd form differs from the 1st are: Longer nails, protruding teeth, yellow or golden eyes, Taller, more muscle, pointed ears, longer hair, raspy voice, fur more noticeable, and nose is
Forget-Me-Not Part 3 of 3Please Read Author's Comments Before reading. Thank you.Forget-Me-Not Part 3 of 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A jolt of surprise bolted through his body as he opened his eyes fiercely with a gasp. His head turned to look into the blond woman's face, almost as if he was not expecting to see it. Actually, he was not expecting to see her at all.
She rolled her eyes a bit, "Who else would it be?" she seemed a bit annoyed today, but there was more worry in her voice than irritation, "You've been sleeping quite oddly since yesterday afternoon. Is everything alright?" She then stopped, and stared to the tear stains on his face, "Desmond? Have have you been crying?"
He held his head as he slowly sat up, feeling the wet streaks on his cheeks, and quickly wiping them away. There was a heavy a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Desmond had forgotten, the whole thing was just a dream, a result of too much exposure from the Animus. The realization that everything, all of it, Malik and him together,
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
The Fight Is Over Chapter 1The Fight Is OverThe Fight Is Over Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: Violence, Mild Language
Characters: Kiba Inuzuka, OC Sora, OC Kohaku
News reached you that Kohaku had been badly injured during a mission, running to her house you kept thinking the same thing 'Is she okay?'. After bursting through her front door and rushing to her room you saw something you were not happy about. There he was lying on the bed with an unconscious Kohaku laying in his arms. 'Damn that Kiba' you thought. You and Kiba never got along and often fought over winnings Kohaku's love.
You were about ready to pound that bastards face into the ground. Suddenly, you forgot about the dog boy and focused your thoughts back on your unconscious Kohaku. You started walking towards the bed when a sudden pain surged through your arm. You realized your shoulder had been hit by two kunai. You looked up to see Kiba's eyes, full of hatred and bloodlust.
Suddenly, dozens of kunai were coming at you. You managed to
In Three ActsmanIn Three Acts6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"Introductions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
The TomboyYour knees are skinned upThe Tomboy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And your hair is cut short,
Naked, abused Barbies lay scattered.
Oh, how you seized the day.
Little girl with an Army hat on
It belongs to your daddy
Who you adore and go visit every other weekend.
He is teaching you how to shoot today,
And you think that is the best.
You are always the one scratching in
The lace dress your mom
Makes you wear every Sunday.
You don't care if you match or
If your hair is combed or a shoe is untied.
Little Tomboy jamming the aluminum can
In your bike to hear it roar
And racing the boys all the way home.
One day you will grow up to be a lady
They all say, and you deny every word.
Your mom is a lady, pretty and giddy,
with a handsome boyfriend, too.
Dont you want to be like her?
Ladies get the chair pushed out for them
In the nice restaurants and
Get the chair shoved into them at home.
Thats just not your thing.
The Bloodhound Clans - Vers. 2The Bloodhound Clans - Vers. 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There have been 25 Bloodhound Clans on which all of the following generations base upon. All of these clans where somehow different from the others, possessing skills or features that specialised them on a certain field. While all Hounds possessed certain skills like hunting, craftsman ship etc. some where simply even better than others. Pure blood and purity of the clans were important in those days and racism and intolerance where part of everyday life. With the growing threat through the Gorgats though the Hounds realized that they were better off by mingling and living in groups that had a broad range of experts in them. While in the years of mixing the strict connection of forehead symbol (representing the old clan) and skills/ features has weakened they can still be found valid at times today. It is said that a Hound is one of his sign if his behaviour and skills are very close to that of the original clan his forehead symbol represents. In these times the racism of t
Stray - Part 3Stray - Part 38 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cat demon awoke to the sound of shouting. Loud enough to travel up through two floors.... He blinked open spleepy gray-blue eyes. He couldn't have been asleep very long. But his sensative ears weren't letting him sleep with that noise going on below.
He turned over in his bed and put his pillow over his head, flattening his ears and trying to ignore the noise... but it drifted through anyway. He sighed in defeat and put the pillow back down. He laied on his back and listened for a moment. He could hear every word.
"Gods you're stupid!! You don't think he'd follow you?!"
The cat demon could tell it was either Leo or Leon's voice. They both sounded the same earlier.... The next voice was Ian's.
"I told you! He figured me good as dead, anyway! He wasn't counting on that boy helping me!"
"That's another thing! What were you thinking, bringing him here?!"
"That's none of your concern!"
"It's all of our concern!" That was Victoria's voice.