AntesWe are We, the Hunters of greatest knowledge and spell-blood. We use spell-words to hunt and to Change our bodies to rocks or trees. It has long been forbidden to Change to other Hunters or Hunted, or to kill others of We; yet it happened, and without it We would not be living.Antes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is that tale.
This is a tale from before the Fire, before the Dark, when the world was still green and the sky was still blue.
We had a Pack in the north, running free under the moon. The hunt was good. The Pack was strong and the prey was weak. The prey was a Hunter, a small running-Hunter; and so he turned, hissing spell-words, but he was claw- and tooth-strong, not spell-strong.
The Pack closed in. The youngest drew first blood, hissing. Wait, the running-Hunter hissed in simple-speak, but the Pack would not wait after a wounding, and they sprang upon him; yet his flesh was familiar. The youngest shrieked as the blood on her claw turned black. It was not running-Hunter blood, but spell-bloo
The Forgottan CharacterNever saw the big screenThe Forgottan Character7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dont have much of a following
Direct to DVD, they say
Practically giving it away
No special editions, no sequels, no toys
No place in the hearts of little girls and boys
Never find me anywhere, so dont even try
Cause nobody likes me, though I cant imagine why
Im not ugly, Im not mean
I know how to steal the scene
Theres not a chance that I wont take
And Im not afraid to make mistakes
Whyd you even make me just to throw me in the dirt?
If I had real feelings you can bet that theyd be hurt
Lost to the ages; timeless Im not
In month or so I know that Ill be all but forgot
R E W I N DRewind.R E W I N D4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Motions moving backwards,
Words taken back,
Actions undoing themselves.
You stand in a world of chaos,
Everything moving the wrong way,
You cant hold on on anything,
Its all vanishing, losing form,
like ashes in the wind.
As you rewind your life,
Grades taken back,
Mistakes are never done,
Laughs and firends are lost,
Nothing has any weight,
Its a clean start,
To never have done mistakes.
But to never have loved,
To laughed, to cried,
To found those that love you back.
Those that accepted you,
and your weird habbits.
So you think again,
is it worth it?
First time making loveTrembling lips gently grazeFirst time making love7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
while soft hands explore
for whats in store
A trail of kisses
Down the small of my back
My body reacts.
A brush of fingertips
Gently trace every outline
With love undefined
Heartbeats accelerate together
Racing at new speeds
Bodies embracing one another
A sharing of heart and soul
Making me whole
Sensuality ignited by every touch
Bonding through love and lust
An exchange of trust
Minds losing innocence
Trusting and loving the best we can
For who I am.
Embraces of more than flesh
in our romantic pantomime
this is to me
Making love for the first time
TristezaTristeza9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-Até quando vai durar isto?Estou farto destas idas e voltas.
-Até tu deixares que dure.
-E como é que eu faço? Não é um simples carregar no botão.
-Se quizeres eu carrego.
-Gosto de ti.
-Eu também gosto de ti.
-E não te quero triste, ok? Promete.
-Oh...mas eu estou triste agora...
-Mas não podes.
-Porque eu não quero.
depois de te ires embora
-Eu também não...e olha para mim. Não consigo suportar estas recaídas. Tu sabes...eu já te contei. Tu mostraste-me aquele texto lindo que eu tomei como meu. Fizeste-me chorar com ele. Mas eu não tenho essa força, não consigo ser tão forte. Por vezes consigo. E não sinto que esteja a ser falso, realmente consigo me concentrar aonde estou e com quem estou. Mas em noites como esta, nem as lágrimas consigo que me corram pela cara abaixo. E cansado de falar disto com toda a gente. Cansado de não seguir os meus próprios conselhos. Cansado de me dizerem para fazer aquilo que não consigo fazer. Só me faz sentir nojo de mim pró
Playing With Your HairWhen everybody dreams of pixies I dream of you,Playing With Your Hair4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The puffiness under your eyes,
Making your smiles always so pretty,
And the sincere love in your eyes that makes me ever so happy.
It could have been your lovely voice,
Or the very act of whispering that took my heart.
Whispers of everything I ever wanted there to be,
Betraying everything I needed you to see.
And no one should let true love sift through their fingers like dreams,
Because it's just too preciously rare these days,
Unlike all the infatuations in the world,
And the unending love I have for you.
Randoom FoldersRandoom Folders4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
01-07 - Terapia Pt 201-07 - Terapia Pt 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
- E até quando vais andar assim?
- Não sei. Nem sei se depende de mim.
- Claro que depende. Depende de quem então?
- De alguém que não eu.
- Mas tu és o primeiro a admitir que és o teu pior inimigo.
- E sou. Porque isto é castigo.
- E que crime cometeste tu?
- Falhei quando não devia e faltei a quem precisava.
- As pessoas erram e falham.
- Não eu.
- Não és humano?
- Não quero ser.
- Mas não podes fugir a isso.
- Infelizmente... mas eu tento.
- Haverá alguma coisa de que não tentes fugir?
- Haverá alguma coisa.
- Não te cansas das tuas contradições?
- Que contradições?
- Precisas de alguém, procuras alguém, mas fazes com que se afastem de ti. Queres ser feliz, mas não fazes nada por isso. Não queres viver, mas não te matas. Queres descansar, mas não te permites a isso. Queres fugir à dor, mas continuas a ser tu quem te causa mais dor.
The ForecasterMy brother's solemn predictions often landed him in trouble, even though he was frequently correct. One morning he placed his trembling hands on my shoulders. I was busy, fishing. But I knew at once from the pressure of his fingers, from the grave way he spoke my name that something was amiss. "Tae," he whispered, "Atlantis is sinking."The Forecaster3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember my first reaction was to laugh. Shau shook me, frustrated. "I do not jest!" he hissed. "I am certain, Tae."
Brushing away his palms, I cast my gaze to the river. There had not been a single quirk of the line. I adored Shau, yet, I despised his antic, paranoid ways: he would never be a hunter. "You have frightened away our meal! Please attend your duties, Shau. Stop fretting. The continent is fine."
Shau did not relent; he twisted my wrist until I was forced to heed.
LovesicknessLovesickness is an awful thing.Lovesickness6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
When every time you think of them you have to smile, but at the same time, you want to cry . . . that hurts. When you cant stop thinking about them and you know that youll never be with them, when you fumble through every day in dreams and fantasies even though you know that theyll never come true. Its unbearable.
When youre with them, everything seems perfect. Its like nothing can hurt you when youre with them. You just cant stop smiling. But theres still a part of you thats in pain, because being near them simply isnt enough.
Then youre apart from them, and all you can think of is the next time youll be with them. You live for memories of times with them. The thought of how it feels to have their head resting on your shoulder, or how their hair feels against your cheek. Every last thought is about them.
You find yourself reading into everything; wondering if it means anything
MetadeMetade9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Ela viu-se ao espelho e não se reconheceu. Estava diferente, era outra pessoa. A mesma mas sem nada que a identifica-se com o seu passado. Quem é ela?
"Quem sou eu?"
Todos os dias fazia a mesma pergunta ao espelho, mas o espelho não responde.
Culpa, vergonha, medo. Era o que ela via. Mas ela não era a culpa, nem a vergonha, nem o medo.
"O que sou eu? Quem sou eu?"
O espelho nada respondia. Ela fixou-o...por horas, dias. E ele nada disse. Ela fraquejou e o cansaço venceu-a. Foi acordada por um sussurrar intenso. A figura no espelho empalideceu. Estava diferente. Ela antes não sabia quem era mas agora nem se reconhecia. Falava com um rapaz que não conhecia. Falavam como ela não estivesse ali. Param de falar.
Olham para ela.
O rapaz sorri. Ela salta do espelho. Agarra-se ao pescoço dela, aperta-o e diz-lhe ao ouvido
"Eu sei quem tu és"
Ela não consegue respirar. Quanto mais luta, mais tudo se torna negro. As forç
[APH]Summer flu- America x PiriDisclaimer: I do not own Philippines, she belongs to her respective owner. I do not own America/Alfred, France/Francis, England/Arthur and the others. If I did, I'll be the happiest gal in our house.[APH]Summer flu- America x Piri2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
ONTO THE STORY!
Maria, or the embodiment of the Republic of the Philippines, was always the type to switch her worry to the brim. Whether the one she's concerned about was a past enemy or former charge, she didn't care as long as her worry is in full throttle.
And just like today, Maria is in 'worrywart-mode'. Wondering who's she worried about?
He is the self-proclaimed 'Hero' of the world and the superpower of it too. His goofy grin was the obvious mark that he is what he is rumored to be. Whoever asked who this guy is up until now must be a newbie in the APH fandom. And to the peeps who already knew, give me a smile!
In the streets of the United States of America, more precisely in New York, a tanned lady ran past each perso
TrennungAuseinander gerissenTrennung6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
eine der unumgänglichen Wendungen des Lebens
wie der Einschlag einer Bombe
sich wehren ist vergebens
In alle Himmelsrichtungen verteilt
ein Ding der Unmöglichkeit
eine Wunde die nur schwer verheilt
in den Händen der Zeit
Ich könnte von einem Funken Hoffnung berichten
doch würde das meinen Schmerz nicht schlichten
Ich möchte einfach nur noch flieh'n
diese Qual nicht mehr hinter mir her zieh'n
Ein Gefühl des Verloren seins
mit einem Herzen wie meins
APH: Existence 2 - IsolationAlone In a very chaotic placeAPH: Existence 2 - Isolation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Is anybody here?!"
She wanders to a very haunting and destructed place Everything is empty
"Alfred?! Matthew?! Daniel?! Where are you?"
She saw nothing but destruction
"Why is nobody answering?"
She is very frustrated Tears are falling in her face She is helpless She is hopeless
"Why..." She is crying for help and she knelt due to her hopelessness
Then she saw a piece of piercing broken glass
She picked it up, held it in both hands, aimed the edge against her chest, and
She woke up.
What a nightmare! Cold sweat is flowing in her face and her heartbeat is getting heavy. That was scary!
Then after a few seconds of grasping the reality, she looked to her surroundings. It is still night time. Where am I? What am I doing here?
Perla woke up in a dark cell-looking room where her hands are cuffed. Another nightmare comes, this time, it's real.
WolfsongWolfsongWolfsong12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the still night
In the pale moon
In the thrill of the hunt
In the heat of your room
In the love of the pack
In the sky of black
In heaven's clutch
In your silken touch
Now the night is ours and we run free
Wont you come down and hunt with me?
Tonight we brake our mortal chains
And together we shall set the whole world aflame
And I wish this night would never end
Now run with me, silent speed
Kill clean, feel free
Forget what they want you to be
Cause when you run with the wolves
There's just the passion to see
Now I know that nothing lasts forever still
But I know that this short moment with you will
Silent we close for the perfect kill
There has never been a sweeter pill
As beautiful as the stars
As pure as any angel
A fire in our two hearts
The wolf is yours eternal
And we live with the love of the pack
Pick us up when we fall back
And the link that calls enchants us
So we know that nothing can touch us
Can you feel the connection?
The bond within
A LareiraA Lareira9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ele estava em frente à lareira, a pensar na sua vida, nos últimos tempos. O fogo sempre o fascinou. Quer pelo seu calor, quer pela sua cor. Tinha vida própria. Com o frio que se faz lá fora, ele gosta de estar perto da lareira, ajudava-o a pensar e ao mesmo tempo a relaxar. Sabe que o seu pai anda preocupado com ele, mas ele não consegue falar. E nunca sentiu preocupação por parte do pai antes, não fazia sentido desabafar com ele agora. Comunicação nunca foi o seu forte, mas tinha especiais dificuldades com o seu pai. A chama parecia dançar conforme a velocidade dos seus pensamentos. Talvez fosse por causa disso que ele gostava de estar em frente à lareira. Sentia que era a única maneira de se sentir refugiado, compreendido. De repente ouve chamar pelo o seu nome, baixinho, um tímido sussurro. Ele olha em volta, mas não vê ninguém. O seu pai ainda não tinha chegado a casa, ele estava só. Diz a si mesmo que não foi nada e volta ao seu estado anterior. Está cansado, estes últimos dias te
Given Up - USPH"Philippines!"Given Up - USPH3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Filipina turned at the sound of her name, soon greeted by the most familiar of blue eyes. He beamed at her as usual, not noticing the pained look she sported. If only he knew
"Yes America? Did you need something?"
"No, I'm just so happy to see you again! You don't know how much I missed you since I was away are you okay?"
He placed a chaste kiss on her tan-skinned cheeks which slowly turned red at the contact. His lips led their way onto hers and despite the mixed emotions the girl contained, she kissed back - just like she's always done before.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?"
"Did Japan come by again?"
"Ah, no, but America, I need to tell you somethi-"
"Were there any attacks?"
"No, but Ameri-"
"Did your guerillas strike again?"
"How did it go?"
He faced the Filipina with a look of surprise and waited for her to speak. Worry sunk in for a few moments and as he saw the frown the woman had, that feeling only grew.
12-17-11PHILIPPINES'S P.O.V. (POINT OF VIEW):12-17-113 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I almost died.
I could tell it by the looks on my face.
The dark areas surrounding my eyes, my pale skin and my shivering insides because of a terrible illness. I cannot breath, nor see everything around me clearly.
My body was feeling so cold, and my hands can't stop from trembling.
Even my eyes can't stop from shedding these tears.
My forehead feels hot. I can't eat nor sleep properly. I am stuck on my bed for days, and all I could do during those times was to watch everything on the television.
I convinced my Boss to let me help them, despite of my condition. I also received lots of calls lately, especially from my fellow Nations who were my close friends. They say that they are dead worried about me. I can't hide a smile on my face.
That night, I cried.
I simply cried myself to sleep, carrying all these ill feelings of pity, depression and, at the same time, happiness and gratefulness that there are those people who do care for me.
.:Spring Break Fever APH:.~Prologue~.:Spring Break Fever APH:.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
American House (9:35 A.M.)
"ALL RIGHT!! Spring break here I come!!!" said Alfred running towards his large bedroom to start packing. The winter had Alfred whining to be back in bed, rather than sitting in conference meeting while Arthur and Ludwig are trying effortlessly to solve the new-found problems in Europe. Not to mention the constant and heavy snowstorms that blocked the front door to his house and the snow was high enough to drown him. But forgetting the winter season, Alfred was more than happy to embrace the sunny skies of spring. After quickly packing for the break, he decided to spend the week annoying his ex-colonizer and brotherly-figure, Arthur Kirkland. He then took out his cell and quickly dialed Arthur's house.
Meanwhile in the house of England, Arthur was quietly asleep dreaming of his pirate days when he was at his most powerful state. As he was dreaming, the images shifted into the times he spent with his ex-colonies: Singapore, India, Hong Kong, Austral
What really happened to PrussiaTwas a quiet Saturday morning in the Spanish colony of the Philippines. The sun was rising, the tropical breeze was rolling in, and the only sounds to be heard were the chirping of birds, rustling of trees in the wind, and the melodic lapping of the Pacific ocean on the white sand coastline. Maria was just waking up and preparing for breakfast when a familiar spanish accented voice called from down the hall.What really happened to Prussia3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Mariiiiiaaaaa!" Antonio called(or whined).
"Yes Papa?" Maria responded without looking up from her cooking. She was making fried eggs and rice for breakfast.
"I just wanted to warn you that today, an old friend of ine will be stopping by so-"
"So you want me to be on my best behaviour and treat him nicely. I know papa I've-"
"No mija, I want you to stay in your room. Don't come out. No matter what." Antonio said in a very serious tone, which was strange for the seemingly eternally cheerful Spaniard.
"Why? Is it Francis whose visiting? If it is him, I still have that frying pan Mis
APH: Existence 4 - GatheringAs the helicopter continues flying in a shady night, the four nations are anxious to where their destination will be. Only the pilot and his assistant know where it is.APH: Existence 4 - Gathering3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ludwig never asked the soldiers where they will be going to as he thought even if he asked for it, they will never tell him. It was according to orders and he respects that.
Perla is nervous on what will happen to them after they arrive. But part of her is excited to see her siblings and her friends after a long time due to her work.
Alfred is still thinking about on how to get an edge against his competitors for Perla. But aside from that, he thinks also on how he will make a 'cool' entrance and 'cool' stories about prior events without looking like a loser especially on how he 'almost' saved Perla. He suddenly groaned when he remembered of his stolen hero moment.
Feliciano is thinking about Pasta He is surely hungry for all of that. As a matter of fact, his stomach is grumbling and he feels weak.
APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!Spain smiled, confident that his new colony would learn quickly and make him proud.APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ok mija, it is time for you to learn Spanish!"
"Opo Papa!" the little girl beamed up to her father-figure, golden brown eyes gleaming with curiosity and eagerness.
"First: 'Como esta?' is 'How are you?' Can you say that?"
The older brunette sweat-dropped as his smile remained steadfast planted on his tanned face. He held up a pencil and tried again with the child.
The ever cheerful Spaniard dragged the lesson on by pointing to a picture of a hastily drawn stereotypical stick family drawn on the chalkboard.
Spain pointed to his pet bull.
He pointed to England.
He gestured to her.
He pointed to his face.
Spain dropped his head in pitiful, pathetic failure as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Dios mio, she's even more hopeless than Romano "
Of Promises and Confessions Unheard - USPHShe was crying - her face wet with tears and blood. The ground she walked on was covered with ash and rubble, most of which were from the fallen structures of her capital.Of Promises and Confessions Unheard - USPH3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Soldiers and civilians alike were scrambling through the damaged streets longing for cover, passing crumbling buildings and strewn bodies of the dead and injured.
But besides all the destruction...all the devastation surrounding us, she was the only one I could see. Maria, my sweet Maria, covered with wounds from everything this damned war brought her. Brought us.
She ran to my open arms and knelt near me, her face buried to my chest. Her broken sobs only made the pain worse.
Seeing her this way was the last thing I ever wanted to see.
"Maria " I whispered. " M-Maria everything will be okay " I embraced her tightly and began to stroke her hair, hoping to comfort the girl in any way. " no Alfred I-I don't think it will "
"It will! Maria, you'll be free, I know it! I pro
APH fic-Promise From a Traitor You lied to me!APH fic-Promise From a Traitor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stiffened from glaring glint in her eyes as he stood before her. His hands trembled. He shoved them into his pockets so the young woman wouldn't see. The news he gave her didn't make her smile. No rejoice. No hugs. No kisses.
She shook violently from anger and gritted her teeth.
Emilio trusted you My people trusted you I trusted you
His jaw tightened then sputtered out:
But You're free from Spain Isn't that what you wanted?...
Her eyes turned into cold and he held his breath. Like a little school boy would if he encountered bear.
A very angry mother bear.
I-No MY PEOPLE wanted independence from that bastard Not to be governed once again. Especially if it is from an ALLY.
Cringing from the emphasized word, he finally breathed out and took a step forward to her. She immediately backed away from him, a ready hand on her blood soaked bolo.