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Honorable deviant... in my eyeShardy...Honorable deviant... in my eye2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Pain is a myth...
You are a legend...
They punched you in the face?
Eat their fist...
LIVE for your cause...
dying is the easy way out...
Pain is temporary...
Glory is eternal...
awesome is a synonym
for you...
~Shadowskyuubi
Clouds can't coverClouds can't coverClouds can't cover6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Message by a bottle
A drop of sunset fell down into the deep dark sea.
The light slowly became liquid fire and then extinguished into the night. The only spark still shining down on the silent sea was the pole star, fighting its way through the dense clouds of winter.
This tiny hint of light drew a path over the smooth waves, onto the sand and onto an object of ancient moonshine-made glass: a tattered bottle. The letter it contained had long perished by the touch of salt, its words drank in by the sea and forever drowning.
This bottle held a solid emptiness. A kind of emptiness you could almost feel on your skin. A kin
KaomojiKaomoji3 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
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Gerald FitzgeraldGerald Fitzgerald8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Every weekday morning, Gerald Fitzgerald's alarm goes off at 6:30. He is up by 6:31. He takes a shower, lathering shampoo into his thinning mouse-brown hair. He pays special attention to his ears. He is out by 6:45. He dries off, combs his hair, brushes his teeth, and applies deodorant. He has used the exact same brand of toothpaste and deodorant since he was fourteen, but he doesn't realize this because he can't remember being fourteen. He dresses himself in a light gray suit with a tie that is slightly tinted so that if anyone were to look at it in the right light, it would appear blue or green or yellow. However, nobody ever looks at hi
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 97 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, lik
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 67 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotiona
The Farewell 1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Heart BreakHeart Break1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end…
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears…
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye…
I've been there.
His face is all you see
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Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 87 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore,
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 47 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. I
Miss Tansybaum's CarnivalBy all accounts, Miss Tansybaum's Circus of the Moderately Peculiar should not have continued to operate. They were a very small operation as circuses went, they had no rides and their menagerie consisted of a single geriatric lion and a handful of obscure species, such as the Sudanese Crooning Lizards, who were obscure for a reason. Sure, Brendan the Mono-juggler could keep a single ball in the air for hours, but you got tired of watching after the first few minutes.Miss Tansybaum's Carnival3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lord Maggothaunch's Carnival of the Un-Ordinary should have crushed them out of existence in the first year--indeed, that was among the lord's stated goals--and its failure to
Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 37 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he'd thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn't anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn't know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn't even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but h
Softest Clover 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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