Protection ValtielxHeatherThe room was hot, sweat dripped down her back, making her shiver slightly, despite the temperature. Heather closed her eyes lightly for a moment, raising a hand and dragging her wrist across her forehead, the orange sweatband she wore sponging up some of the heat. She let herself stay like that for a moment, eyes closed, giving in to weakness.Protection ValtielxHeather7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But Heather knew she had to carry on. Her body wracked with the pain those damned nurse-like monsters had caused her. But she couldn't give up, not after what had happened to her kind...
She sniffed softly, blinking away stinging, salty tears. Heather couldn't stop thinking about her father. About what that damned Claudia had done. Heathers mind remained fixated upon that horrible image. Harry Mason sitting, bloody and defeated in his chair. His favourite chair... The chair in which she used to be sat on his lap, letting him read to her one of his books, even though she understood few words.
What Heather would have given to be back there... A chi
Iron Pyramids ProloguePrologueIron Pyramids Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some people say that there's good and evil. Other people say that there's only good, and evil is really just lost souls in a turmoil, trapped in a quagmire, needing something to pull them out. Others say that there is no good and evil; only people, nothing more and nothing less.
The truth of the matter is that there is good and there is evil. Sometimes good turns to evil. Sometimes evil turns to good. Through my eyes I've seen it just as such. It must balance itself. Good can't exist without evil, evil can't exist without good, therefore there must be both.
I've come to know the truth of what is pure evil. I do not know what good is. I never have, I never will. But good can spring of evil, and sometimes being evil is being good. My god was evil once, born of hatred and shame and guilt, but he has done good for me. Evil doing good. Evil fighting evil.
But he can never rescue me from my own quagmire. I am stuck permanently, and not even he can save me from the depth of what is k
SUNDAY'S CHILDDeidara, what day is it?SUNDAY'S CHILD7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hmm? Its Sunday, un.
Really? I could have sworn it was Monday.
Mondays child is fair of face, Tuesdays child is full of grace .
What are you singing now, brat?
Its a poem, danna. Deidara and Sasori were lounging about in their room, Sasori working on his puppets and Deidara sitting on their bed, staring quietly at the ceiling. Not realizing it, the sculptor had begun to sing under his breath.
A poem? It sounds familiar. Sasori had turned around to look at his partner.
Well, technically its a nursery rhyme, un. Deidara shut his eyes and began to speak in a voice that clearly indicated he was reciting from memory. Mondays child is fair of face, Tuesdays child is full of grace. Wednesdays child is full of woe, Thursdays child has far to go. Fridays child is loving and giving, Saturdays child wo
Seven Deadly SinsSeven Deadly Sins,Seven Deadly Sins8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each to her own Hell
Comit just one and in the fires,
you'll forever dwell.
The first is Pride,
and vain is she.
She stalks by, head held high,
admires herself with glee.
Envy is the seconds name,
to Pride she's very close
What you have she wants the same,
love is her main foe.
The third wears many faces,
in hope to hide the truth.
Her names are Wrath and anger,
It's her you'll wish to soothe.
Patient she is not,
instead of her own faults,
it's yours that she'll boycott.
The fourth you've most likely met,
and lovingly embraced,
your zeal with Sloth you have replaced
Your love of work hath been erased.
The fifth also has two names,
Avarice, and sometimes Greed
and though a Belle is she
More she always needs.
The sixth sin is akin to Greed,
Gluttony is she
and though she gains and gains and gains,
she'll never be at peace.
The last is Lust,
she'll draw you in,
expose her bust and stroke your skin.
She is the worst that you can do,
control your urges, Lust subdue.
Pyramid HeadPyramid HeadPyramid Head5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey, Pyramid Head, you look like such a nice guy
Do you want to go out tonight as you've caught my eye
You don't move too fast so I can run away
And I am 'regular world' bored and would like to play
What 's really great is the warning I hear
As your personal music plays when you come near
You are sort of like the mummy in the old black and whites
Easy to allude but still good for giving me the frights
Besides, you have quite a nice body, definitely in shape
Excuse me while I'm not needing to run, if I gape
But its rather nice being chased by such a virile chap
As long as I can come back to life after a sword slap
Its not that I'm a pain seeker or masochist
Just think it would be fun to be on your 'to date' list
And run around and scream and have a bunch of fun
To safely play with and shoot of a cool magnum loaded gun
If only I'd wake up in Silent Hill
Where one can be hurt but not need a pain pill
And duck and dive and generally avoid you
And try to solve the mystery as lo
What is happening?I was walking home three days ago I don't usually write my life down, but I feel the need to do this all of the sudden. I felt watched as I walked home from school. In my paranoid mind, I always feel that way, but this felt different. I can't describe it, but something was dreadfully wrong that day. I wish I could place just how wrong it felt. The air stood still. No birds, no traffic, no wind, not even a dog. I live in a suburb by a highway, and not a sound!What is happening?5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Then I saw something odd. It was in the distance, far enough away to be distorted by the summertime mirage that you see down long roads. It was a tall man in a suit. I couldn't quite tell, he was too far away. I stopped and stared. I don't know why. He started walking towards me, but his movement wasn't normal. He moved like he was underwater, and his limbs sort of stretched and bent like they were stiff tentacles. As he slowly moved closer, I saw that his skin was deathly white. As he approached he seemed to get taller and t
ii. Love: From the Latinii. Love:ii. Love: From the Latin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the Latin "Moronic"
Nothing is more beautiful
Than unrequited love.
It is beautiful, in a way
That you see a sunset so wonderful
But cannot ever reach that horizon.
The sun is only doing what it does and
You cannot help but admire it.
It is a star, oblivious, mute, far and
Painfully blinding, painful,
If you love it too much.
Don't stare, it's rude.
I wonder if this is
How God must be like.
How can adoration be measured?
How can pain be measured?
Unrequited love, knows these things
And constantly ignores them.
Idiotic, I want to say.
Stupid, really, for lack of ability
To get some sense.
Beautiful in a way,
That you cannot help admire the lion
Only to see it tear its prey to shreds.
And there's nothing you can do about it
Except to call it beautiful.
Mary's LetterIn my restless dreams,Mary's Letter5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I see that town.
You promised youd take me
there again someday.
But you never did.
Well Im alone there now...
In our special place...
Waiting for you...
Waiting for you to
come to see me.
But you never do.
And so I wait, wrapped in my
cocoon of pain and loneliness.
I know Ive done a terrible
thing to you. Something youll
never forgive me for.
I wish I could change
that, but I cant.
I feel so pathetic and ugly
laying here, waiting for you...
Everyday I stare up at the cracks
in the ceiling and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is...
The doctor came today.
He told be I could go
home for a short stay.
Its not that Im getting better,
Its just that this may be
my last chance...
I think you know what I mean...
Even so, Im glad to be coming
home. Ive missed you terribly.
But Im afraid James.
Im afraid you dont really
want me to come home.
Whenever you come see
HarryHarry...Harry5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You're a new face
How long have I been gone?
What's happened to the walls
that enclose me?
Please don't leave me
alone and scared.
I don't have any way
of leaving this place now.
I can't leave this place.
It calls to me,
something deep in the shadows.
It won't let me leave.
I don't have the courage,
to disobey it.
How I long to see my
friends and family again.
Do you think they're here?
If they're alive that is.
Could you ever forgive me?
The things I've done.
Am I worthy of forgiveness?
Would you stay with me
if I told you about it all?
Could I leave this place
if I told you?
Would the shadows release me?
Their grasp holds me so tight.
Can you save me from them?
I'm not so sure...
As you push me I
begin to realize...
I'm the same as them.
My last bit of humanity
fades into the dark.
I can't do this myself.
I need your help.
I don't want to be alone.
I'm reaching for you.
And you back away.
No, please don't leave me.
Save me from them...
SP: Death.Kenny gasped loudly, his blue hues suddenly glazing over with a white fog; it felt like pain. In fact, the pulse that surged through his body was just that. Did he have a curse or something to where every time, he'd fucking die and suddenly appear alive the next day?SP: Death.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Seemed like it.
He should have been used to the pain now though, right? Wrong. Pain was horrid, and often came in different ways, and different surges. Death doesn't have to hurt, but how he died, it often did.
He lifted up his hand to place it on his chest, the warm blood spilling out of his gun wound and silently crawling down his wrist. The blood stained Kenny's orange jacket with an awful color.
He laughed softly and then leaned over and with a loud and dry cough, blood spewed from the back of his throat. Lines of crimson liquid leaked down the corners of his mouth. Kyle was standing next to him; he had gotten shot at too, but it only grazed his arm; Kenny had jumped in the way for the other boy. The bullet went throug
Fighting the FlamesFighting the Flames4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fighting the flames
Falling. Falling. FALLLING!
All she could see was his partially masked face. Eyes filled with a determination that would not falter. After living with him secretly for a year, she also saw in those eyes that if he could not save her he would go with her. Tears blurred her vision. As they left her eyes, falling upward, the tears battered Kakashi's mask, wetting the fabric darker where they struck.
"Crap!" escaped Yuu Nane' s lips before she could stop it.
"Well you can see why they are in trouble. That is a bad place to put a town." Nara Shikamaru said bluntly as he scratched the back of his head.
The whole place was a logistic nightmare.
From their vantage on the edge of the valley, the Konoha rescue team could see that the entire town was set down in a valley, a crater almost, with only one entrance in or out. For a cap
A Boy and a Fox~A Boy and a Fox5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Note from the Writer
This story is intended to please the mind, for it commutes with the fascination of youth and nature coinciding with one another. It will make you smile a happy smile and cry a sorrowful tear, but probably the most important thing that will happen when you read this story is what it does to your soul and heart. Be aware that this is not ordinary writing, despite its plain appearance and style. Those who dismiss this as fiction will be mistaken, but do not read this as a true story. This story, unlike most that have been written, will be about truth and fantasy blending into one. Keep an open mind and you will learn this is not, by any means, a regular, run-of-the-mill story.
Brian was a young lad of merely nine years of age, living in a rather plain but cozy cottage at the edge of the woods. He was accompanied by his father, John, a rather ordinary-looking man that only wanted to live his days in peace. He had a strange aura about him, and he usually
In My GardenIn my garden grows a tree,In My Garden4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dances day and night for me.
Four in bar or sometimes three,
To music simple as can be.
Nightly to its hidden tune,
I watched it move against the moon.
Dancing to its silent sound,
One foot planted in the ground.
Dancing tree, when may I hear,
Day or night your music clear?
What the note and what the song,
That you sing the seasons long?
"It is written" said the tree,
"On the pages of the sea.
It is there at every hand,
On the pages of the land."
"Whether waking or in a dream,
Voice of meadow grass and stream.
Out of the ringing air,
Voice of Sun, Moon and the stars."
"It is there for all to know,
As tides shall turn and wild flowers grow.
There for you and there for me."
Said the glancing dancing tree.
My Visit to Silent Hill -1-Silent Hill...a place that was meant to be a paradise...Tranquility...Serenity...the perfect place for a vacation. That is, until the ritual...after all that had gone wrong, it left the small town in a cursed and forsaken state. A demon homed town lined with blood and rust and hidden in ash. And overtime, a handful of people have wandered into the mist, and even fewer returned. The most well known accounts were of Harry Mason, the father searching for daughter Cheryl in the town's alternate school and amusement park, James Sunderland, widowed husband relearning his past. Heather Mason, unknowing about who she really is and stopping the curse placed upon her, and Henry Townshend, trying to escape from a cursed room. At least, those are the accounts for gamers...My Visit to Silent Hill -1-5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...as they were for myself. Sadly, I needed to wait longer than most to be able to play. I never owned a PlayStation One, so Silent Hill One wasn't in my possession until the PS2, although I didn't even own one until the PS3 was
Poems...My Name's RedPoems...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Color On
The Dead Rose
That Bleeds For You
Im A Single Tear
On A Suicide Letter
That Died For You
Im A Gravestone
In A Cemetary
With Etches in My Skin
To Only Remember Me
Sad but trueSad but true7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Never Say "i love you"
if you don't really care.
never talk about feelings
if they aren't really there
never hold my hand
if you're gonna break my heart
never say you're going to...
if you don't plan to start
Never LOOK INTO MY eyes
IF ALL YOU DO IS lie
Never say hi
if you really mean good bye.
IF YOU REALLY MEAN FOREVER
then say you will try
NEVER SAY FOREVER
"Cause Forever Makes me Cry" <i>
Silent HillLove, to some unearned,Silent Hill5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Will guide you through a nightmare,
Fuelled by hate and pain.
Run! Run! Guilty man!
Your mind is full of angles,
Sharp with rust and blood.
Memories, long past,
Confront the restless dreamer,
Through a wish, reborn.
Home sweet home, they say.
A room with view and more,
Is yours forever now.
Corruption and deviantARTCorruption and deviantART10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There once was an arrogant almighty General Staff member who loved to sit around and polish the "+" that was in front of his name. He also thoroughly enjoyed creating controversy and calling people names. He felt that because he was an accomplished paparazzo, he had a license to deride fellow deviants, and tell them their gallery was sub-standard. He was wildly prejudiced and imagined all stereotypes were true. His favourite thing to was to wield his god-like deviantREALM powers (or at least threaten to use them). Yes, unlike his fellow Administrators, power was his weakness! He would use his power (the power of attracting and manipulating kiss-ups and attention whores) to harass any deviant who disagreed with his opinions! Page after page of pointless inflammatory remarks would be bestowed upon the offending deviant! His minions would chuck magical little emoticons at their enemy in an attempt to b
Alessa's FamilyMy familyAlessa's Family5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Alessa Gillespie.
My Dad's name is Harry. He's a writer. He gets scared pretty easy, and is a little clumsy, but he would do anything for me if I was in trouble. That's why he's my father.
My Mom's name is Cybil. I don't think she and my dad are actually married, but she's always with dad and helps him a lot, so she might as well be my mother. I like her better than my real mother, anyway. She's a policewoman. She's tough and honest.
My Sister's name is Claudia. We argue about a lot of things, but sisters often do that. She's pretty religious, and talks funny sometimes. But we play games together, and I like her, even if I don't always agree with her.
I have two uncles. One of my uncles is named James. I don't know him that much. He's pretty surly, but really quite nice. His wife died a long time ago, and he was really sad for a while. He's better now, but still doesn't really talk much. He's a clerk. He has a daughter named Laura. I don't like her.
My favorite uncle is Tr
Silent Hill: Deserted SoulChapter One: The Begining of DesertionSilent Hill: Deserted Soul5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eliethyia was Dahlia's twin sister. When they were little, their mother could not tell them apart, but as they aged, their hair deferentiated them. Eliethyia's hair darkened to an almost brown- dishwater brown, while Dahlia's lightened and grew blonder and blonder until it was almost white. Eliethyia also grew slightly taller than Dahlia.
Dahlia was the strange one always. As a little girl, she was facinated by odd things and death while her sister, Eliethyia was facinated with life, but there was one thing they shared intimately, a tie which bonded them, but not forever. Both were telepathic. Dahlia accepted it more while Eliethyia did not. She treated it more like a game and soon stopped listening to her sister messages in her head. And soon it was as if it'd never been.
Eliethyia grew tired of Silent Hill and moved away to Ashfield Heights and moved into an apt. Her Apt. # was 303. Frank Sutherland gave her the key.
A girl had lived here bef
A Lullaby for AlessaA Lullaby for AlessaA Lullaby for Alessa5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rest, sweet child.
Your pain will end soon.
You were such a beautiful flower,
but they never allowed you to bloom.
Rest, sweet child,
and let your tears finally run dry.
I promise paradise is near,
theres no reason for you to cry.
Rest, sweet child,
for the end is coming near.
Theres no reason for you to cry anymore,
your paradise is almost here.
So dont cry,
Your pain will end soon.
The time has come, sweet child,
for your paradise to bloom.
In Silent HillIn Silent Hill...In Silent Hill6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enter this town, so quiet and eerie,
where the fires of hatred still burn far below.
Tell us dear, why have you come,
or who have you lost that brought you here?
Don't be ashamed, we do not discriminate,
for all are welcome...in Silent Hill.
The wailing siren sounds,
the darkness creeps forth, and with it others.
Gruesome creatures, lurching forward,
writhing and festering upon this fallen ground.
Faces in the dark, vanishing with the light,
and coming again with their veil of shadows.
Inhuman sounds, once voices, but no more,
now screaming from endless torture.
The sound of grinding metal,
a hulking form lumbers through the narrow halls.
As the walls all melt and bleed away,
leaving twisted wire frames behind.
He drags his blade behind him,
Rizseshu's on request HUNUtálom, amikor valaki azt hiszi, hogy a skizofrénia az, amikor több énje van.Rizseshu's on request HUN6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ugyanis ez tévedés.
Az, amit ők skizofréniának hívnak, nem más, mint a tudathasadás. Amikor az egyednek több énje van.
Ilyen vagyok én is, bár lehet, hogy csak tévképzetektől szenvedek, hallucinálok? Mindig másnak hiszem magam ugyanis. Néha azt hiszem, rizs vagyok, vígan szívom magamba a napfényt, fotoszintetizálok, magányosan vegetálva, és szívom magamba a nemrég lehullott esőt, mi a föld repedésein keresztül, féreg módjára csúszik mind lejjebb, míg belém nem botlik, s én magamévá nem teszem őt, beépítve magamba.
Máskor már sertésnek hiszem magam, amint épp eme rizsszemet igyekszem lelegelni, mert nekem bármi jó, vagy épp egy pocsolyában