Memories chapter1 : WRITTENMemories chapter1 : WRITTEN5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Death is only the beginning.
The full moon rose above the dark meadow that stood at the borders of the forest. The night was exceptionally quiet, as if it were in mourning for a great tragedy. However, the only sounds that could be heard were that of light footsteps wading through the grass and dirt.
The soft noise had caught the attention of a demon that was out searching for a long-awaited meal. He had gone hungry for the past few days, unable to catch a decent meal due to being beaten to his ideal meal of villagers by stronger demons. But, it seemed his luck was starting to change. He had recently come across a sacred jewel shard, a jewel that can increase ones strength and power. He embedded it into his forehead, which immediately surged a wave of strength throughout his body.
This new power made him feel invincible
Autumn MythsThe seasons formAutumn Myths3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a marriage of opposites. Two
exalted lights meet, both searching
a sky devoid of allegiance. It reads
like a prelude to creation.
Not cumulus, not stratus or cirrus: instead the
mists lie on gravel-throated greens, entirely indistinct.
We pass with caution through divine riot, knowing
very little except of the carrion: the treetops who
snatch celestial glory, gilt earth with futile pride.
They hope for a metamorphisis of old habits but
instead find fortunes are fleeting- goblin gold,
lifting with the skies as they fill with hoarse gloom.
We gathered some, plucked them from
the air for souveniers. Counted the decay
in seasons, the most innocent of capitalists.
Water is born to the newly naked world. Only
evergreens announce the new heaviness of life
as it falls around us. Synchronously, somewhere
beneath: fire is a constant candle. A shrine,
the chimney stands peerless clothed in whites.
Scarves fall from her swan neck, or feathers. Each
Cronica de Personagem - 01Cronica de Personagem - 014 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Trombetas soam, cantam para os vitoriosos! Aqueles que tão simples e honestos se mantém podem juntar-se ao grande festejo. Sendo eu uma guerreira mesmo que me mostre o que não sou, jamais menti para Ele. Colocar-me-ei frente à mesa farta na companhia de antigos e honrados Combatentes, mesmo que não me agrade à cerveja, o sabor da vitória é suficiente para acalentar minha alma."
Passado que não se cala...
Creio que qualquer um tem fantasmas do passado que assombram, mas o passado é algo importante, sem o qual não há como construir um caráter digno.
Lembrando aos poucos de minha infância recordo-me de poucas coisas realmente palpáveis, a maioria são apenas odores, sensações, vozes, que aos poucos tomam alguma forma distinta.
Sendo filha caçula, chamo-me por Hugginne Magni II, Filha de Lorde Uller, da Guarda de Pront
Cronica de Personagem - 02Cronica de Personagem - 024 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Andando, parado ninguém deve ficar...
Conforme os dias e noites pareciam novamente à mesma coisa, dias, semanas e meses se passaram. Por muitos dias vi meu pai sair de casa e passar dias fora, e eu sozinha pensando se ele voltaria, mas ele sempre voltava, cambaleando e muito bêbado.
Até que em uma manhã, quando eu levava seu desjejum ele sorriu para mim e disse: " Meu filho! Você voltou!?" A principio não entendi, mas depois notei que meu pai havia se perdido em suas próprias memorias sem conseguir discernir o hoje e o ontem.
Então, para que meu pai, mesmo em sua insanidade pudesse sorrir, eu decidi naquela manhã de final de inverno que precisaria ser o meu irmão.
Passei a me vestir como um garoto, e agir como tal, e com muita dificuldade ingressei na academia de espadachins de Prontera, na época por causa do alto índice de mortes em missões, apenas garotos eram admitidos para os testes.
Eu ia para a academia
SurpriseSurprise5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of two things, Axis was not quite certain of. For one, he had no idea that he, one of the highest ranking courtesan in the Teahouse, was being forced to go shopping on his day off. And of the second, he had absolutely no idea why he was being forced to go with Rory of all people. He felt like he had been commissioned to babysit the kid, and quite frankly it got under Axis's skin. Although, this could have been punishment for upsetting that rich bastard that had come by just a few days prior. Knowing Atros, that was probably what it was. The two whores walked along the crowded street, the shops all open for a perfect day of browsing. All kinds of smells wafted through the air, promising delicious foods and other snacks to those who wanted them. Children ran about the streets, little toys and such in their hands as their mothers watched fondly. Off in the distance, the faint song of a street performer was heard, setting the scene for such a lovely afternoon. Axis scowled at every perfect
hurthurt5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I'm losen myself chasen somethin i think no I know I wont get.I'm hurten and getten angrier as the days go by and to tell you the truth I never cared til now.That person who made me lose what I had with the person I care about so much is a person who i truly can never forgive, or even trust.I lost my trust in her, I lost everything in her.I know I have to give up...,but I feel like I shouldnt.Oh well what's done is done that's life, can't beat it
Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
Adventure Time: Capture the Night"Globbit! Come back here!"Adventure Time: Capture the Night3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Despite the cries of the Candy Princess, the small glowing insects refused to obey, in fact they did the opposite and flew away to avoid being caught by the angry and frustrated Bubblegum and her glass jar she wished to trap them in.
This had been going on for quite some time, to be honest the small bugs were impressed at the pink woman's persistence but finally she slowed down, curling over, holding herself up with a firm grasp on her knees and wheezing, trying to catch her breath.
"This .is stupid ." she growled in between pants, looking up and glaring at the fireflies that seemed to gloat in the face of her failure to capture them.
Glancing upward, she quickly evaluated the trajectory of the crescent moon to the hills to discovery the time; in which she let out an annoyed sigh.
"She should have been here by now " she huffed, puffing out to blow a strand of hair out of her face.
In which revealed a single lone firefly just two short step
Cold in July'Sometimes I think I almost love you.'Cold in July5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Don't say that.'
'Because I'd end up chasing shadows across fields and pressing my palm to yours against glass. Because parallel thoughts never meet and I'm closer to you by pretending I don't care. And because I don't want to hurt you.'
'That makes no sense.'
'Neither do chalk lines faded by the sun or watching kites fall in the ocean.'
'Is that all you have to say?'
'No. I could tell you that I count the number of cracks on sidewalks and never throw coins in fountains because I know where they'll end up. Sometimes I close my eyes because I pretend to understand what it's like to live in a blind world. On monday's I cut pieces of the sky and write letters about them, tuesday's they get thrown away and wednesday's I regret it. When I miss you I get dirt on my hands from digging holes in the ground and when I'm done I leave empty trenches. I lose myself in the waves of smoke and sometimes you're the one who finds me.'
'Then what do you want
Thoughts On Bella SwanYeah, well, I've been reading a bunch of Twilight-based rants lately and thought I'd hop on the bandwagon while it's still fresh. **FAIL** For all you Bella-haters out there, please enjoy. For all of you who actually like Bella and are about to argue with me, YOU CAN SLAP YOURSELF SILLY WITH A FISH FOR ALL I CARE. C:Thoughts On Bella Swan6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Where to begin? Bella is, without a doubt, an absolute train wreck of a character. It's actually difficult to decide which of her alarmingly numerous flaws (despite her being a fault-less character) require attention first. Nevertheless, let's get started.
Bella Swan is the queen of Mary Sues, if not the goddess of Mary Sues, hands-down. If you don't know what a Mary Sue is, you don't even need to look it up on Wikipedia; as long as you know about Bella, you need no further explanation.
The story immediately starts off with her insisting (it's written in first-person, which is absolutely terrifying, as it means we must constantly be inside Bella's cesspool of a brain) that
10 Ways Challenge: Action10 Ways Challenge: Action4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Zack/Ava fic.
Note: Ava is in the squad, and they are currently on a mission.
"Zack, we've been spotted," said Ryan, as he jumped off the opening of their make-shift hide out. The agents were trying to set up a base to have a look-out for their archenemy's new location. They needed a safe shelter so that Ava and Rylie can stay guard from afar as the rest sneak in. It was a rare occurrence that all six agents are on the field during a mission like so. Usually, Ava would supervise from their headquarters while Rylie would stay close to a medical center in case of danger but the squad decided on a different strategy this time.
"Their activity frequency has been on the rise since we stopped here," Ryan continued. He had been observing the behavior through the high-resolution infrared lenses. Zack motioned for everyone else to stop whatever they're doing.
"Time for relocation, agents," He quickly flipped open a holographic map of the area and to look for possible places.
Count - A Haiku.I can't count to six.Count - A Haiku.9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Haikus are five and seven.
I am at a loss.
Your Heart Is A Song BookYour heart is a songbook,Your Heart Is A Song Book5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Bound together with time alone.
The parchment is stained with a life time of experience
And you sing melodies a pure as a snowy winter morning.
But you sing to a different tune
And your lyrics are not clear,
What is it that you sing of?
I am eager to hear.
If I could I would read you, I would,
But you keep yourself hidden and obscured
By walls and bars of the coldest steel.
What is it that you cry for?
I am dying to know.
If I could hear you, I would dance the same dance,
I would march to the same beat.
But you are stuck in your cage, and I on the outside.
What magic is your lifes song made of?
Could I be your dancer?
Or how about your abracadabra?
What must I do to set you free?
The rhymes chanted to free your magical aura,
I would chant them untill I have no more breath.
The exotic strides and bounds of your dance,
I will learn them even if it takes a life time.
What ever you are missing I will find it.
Who ever you are seeking I will find them.
I am here, s
Fang RideChapter 1:Fang Ride7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
" Yo! Up and at 'em!" did Max ever let that leader of the flock thing go? No. Was she going to? No. Was anyone going to stop her? Wait for it... no. It was 7:00 am. According to that annoying little blinking thing next to my bed. Yes, I said BED. It's been a month since the last Flyboy attack, and the destruction of Itex. Yay. I shall dance the jig with giddyness. Later. I opened my eyes and scanned the room. And again I said ROOM. We live with Dr. Martinez now. Yay again. I threw off the cover and looked on the floor, there had to be a clean shirt here somewhere. Ahh, here we go. I pulled on my black button up shirt and some what clean pants. I looked in the mirror. I needed a hair cut, bad. I couldnt see. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I headed towards the door. Only to bump into none other than Max.
" Fang, you feelin' okay? You look alittle... uhh pale..-er. I dunno how thats possible." she flashed me a god awful smile. I hated when she smiled. My heart always fell
Contest: Haar x Jill SupportContest: Haar x Jill Support7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jill extended her legs along the boulder that she had claimed as her perch somewhat distanced from the Laguz Alliances camp, just far enough to let others know that she needed solitude at that moment. She breathed in the ironically fresh air and sighed it out with a shudder.
Its killing you, isnt it?
Jumping slightly with a start, Jill turned to the source of the voice to find Haar standing close by with his gaze focused on her from the corner of his eye. Haar! she exclaimed, somewhat out of sheer surprise from his presence, and also as a greeting of sorts, WWhat are you talking about?
The veteran dracoknight turned his head away and said in his regular tone, always sounding either half-asleep or unnaturally relaxed, Come off it, Jill. You know that I know you better than that.
Yes, of course... Jill admitted while looking away from him, aware of exactly what his words meant; she knew what he had origin
The JokerI climbed the stairs, a card sliding between my fingers. I opened the door, the sun shining in my eyes.The Joker5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One year, thats how long I waited.
I walked over to the lone bench that sat on the fenced in roof. Not many people came up here, that's why we used to always come here to sit.
One year, its been, since I last sat atop this building. I was alone this time, or, at least, in body.
I twirled the card through my fingers; the sensation of calm fear dwelling inside me. My fingers stopped. I looked down, realizing my hand was shaking.
If I could be any card Id be the Joker.
Those were the last words he said to me. And here he was: a small stain on the back, almost invisible, on the red backing. Its the last memory I have of him; so small, but so significant.
I was going to ask him out, you know? He was always there for me. Would he have found it wrong? He was like an older brother to me, yet we shared special moments that no one else could.
I held th
A Textual AnnealingA thousand thousand generationsA Textual Annealing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
misinterpreting the lightning,
A tumult of attempts, many
mumblings while we burn - each time
most is lost, some survives.
At the whistle of illusion that awakens,
day drops dream on me. I am
thick with swerve: If there are giants
there is a world they walk on.
And for the final faith
to be an inversion: We are
the electricity lunging toward the sky.
Who Gets Him? 1"Hold up! Time out!"Who Gets Him? 13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The Allied meeting was disrupted by the sudden outburst. All members turned their attention to the youngest ally, who had suddenly taken an interest in the meeting. The impulsive American was glaring through his glasses at the Russian he had interrupted.
"Why should you get Japan?!"
WARNING: This story contains "abridged history." It is my own take on the occupation of Japan after WWII. I do not claim that this is how the decision on who would occupy Japan was made. This was born out of speculation that I had heard on the subject. It is only a Hetalia fan-fiction and is not meant to offend anyone or any nationality that may be mentioned within. Please read my artist's comments for more information on this subject. Thank you.
YAOI YAOI PARADISE story 2warning: shounen-ai/yaoi and a bit OOC-ness (actually Lee is in-character but Gaara....)YAOI YAOI PARADISE story 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Story 2: GaaLee
Title: Birthdays Of Sand and Leaves
The red head sighed, and signed his name on the paper.
He heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." He said absentmindedly.
"Kazekage-sama, there is someone from Konahagakure here to see you." Baki said.
"Fine." Gaara sighed.
Gaara turned his head just in time to get glomped by a certain youthful bowl-cut ninja.
"Hello, Lee-chan." Gaara chuckled, stroking Lee's hair fondly. "Why the sudden visit?"
"Gaara-sama! Do you not you know what today is!? I traveled for three days to get here on time!" Lee pouted. He sounded offended.
"No. What is today?"
"HAPPY YOUTHFUL BIRTHDAY, GAARA-SAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Lee shouted, showering Gaa
Orgy-Kids Juicebox Ch. 3Orgy-Kids Missing Juicebox Ch. 3Orgy-Kids Juicebox Ch. 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Orgymon and the Orgy-kids aren't mine. They belong to Nire-Chan and ladychimera.
Recap The triplets went and started to cause trouble to the study groups. Even after they had left the room, they still stalked their prey one by one. Up until the others had gotten the idea to use lacitives in the cookies. Now, they have to hurry and use the bathrooms that are all three occupied before they make a mess in their pants. Just before anyone can get them to promise anything, Houndemmly found his beloved Juicebox missing.
Everyone but the triplets had heard where the yell originated from. They had left their posts, and hurried to the source of the scream, seeing Houndemmly tearing apart the pantry to try and find his missing juice. "It was in here! I know it was!" He said franticly.
"What kind of juice was it?" Vexlia asked, nerv
Liet's HoeLithuania was on the ground, shirtless, the sun beating down mercilessly on his bare back. Most men would never do what he was doing right now, let alone do it out in the open. If someone caught them in the act, it would ruin their reputation for sure. But Toris didn't care. He loved doing it, and didn't care who saw. He had no shame.Liet's Hoe4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That is why Lithuania was outside, behind Alfred's house, with a hoe.
This wasn't any ordinary hoe though, this was his favorite. Sure it had been used countless times before, but it was sturdy, and it certainly got the job done. And it wasn't cheap either, this hoe was much more expensive then any of the others. But in the end, it was worth every penny.
Toris got to work. He thrust hard, without warning, plowing the hoe into the ground. The hoe was used to this treatment, it was how the brunette always started. His grunts were low at first, but in due time, he found himself panting as it got more and more heated. Lithuania was getting all sweaty, his ban
Choosing a Destiny::Chap4 -DN-Choosing a Destiny::Chap4 -DN-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Death Note Fic (LightxL)
The symbology, Disclaimer, Warnings and Meanings are in the first chapter Im not going to repeat them anymore. Only if theres something new :3
♥ ::::x-xX:::::::[:X (Mad)]x-xX:[:X (Mad)]:::::♥
L.M.N aka S.L.E
♥ ::[:X (Mad)]::[:X (Mad)]x-xX:[:X (Mad)]::::[:X (Mad)]::[:X (Mad)]x-xX:[:X (Mad)]:::::♥
Millions of years ago, when the earth was still uninhabited, three gods arrived to it at seeing it empty. Interested in that planet which seemed to be able to grow life, they decided to create some beings to inhabit it. They were the reptiles that nowadays are known as dinosaurs, nevertheless, these creatures didn't mean a lot for the gods, they didn't have likeness to them and their intelligence was very basic, because of that, when the earth was in danger by the meteorite, they didn't do anything.
Without knowing well what to do, the gods agreed again of giving life t
If.If.If.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate that godforsaken word.
It carries the unspoken promise
Of sadness and regret; It's absurd
How two letters so insignificant
Can be paired into something
So exhaustingly depressing.
If only you'd done this
If only you'd done that.
Just shut the hell up;
Why care? It's in the past!
What if you'd done this?
What change would it have brought?
I've got a different question: why even ask
When the battle's already been fought?
I apologize for my bluntness.
It appears that I've been rude.
So before my frustration takes control,
Allow me to conclude:
This little two-letter word
Should be banned for evermore.
For when people can't express such thoughts,
We'll finally see an end to war.