My Warrior CatsKuroClanMy Warrior Cats6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Leader: Twilightstar- a beautiful black and white she-cat with bottomless black eyes
Deputy: Hiddenshadow- a black tom with a white dash across his chest and bottomless black eyes; some cats say that Twilightstar is his sister
Medicine Cat: Robingaze- a tortishell she-cat with olive-green eyes.
Rockheart- a dark brown tabby tom with harsh green eyes
Musicdevil- A white tom with blue eyes and bright red markings that appear to be in the shape of musical notes
Starbucks- a delicate brown tabby tom with white paws and gentle brown eyes. It was usually forbidden to have star before your name, but his mother, Melodysong, insisted that he was born to be a leader but never would be, so he deserved star in his name
Lightwhisper- a golden tabby she-cat with one green eye and one blue eye
Punktail- a tom with a strange violet colored pelt and clear blue eyes
Soaringheart- a blonde she-cat with brown eyes and a unbreakable spirit
The Narrative OC MEME 2I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. Asleep, Character Two or Character Four are dreaming of their most pleasant childhood memory. What is it about?
III. However, Character Five continues to toss and turn, haunted by their childhood nightmare! What scared them as a child?
IV. Character Two finds a diary with Character Four name on it. They eagerly read a random page to themselves. What does the entry say?
V. Character Three is severely poisoned and is slowly dying. Explain how it happened and if they survive.
VI. A gang of bullies are picking on Character Four. Character Two or Character Five come to their aid but they both get beat up. Why is that?
VII. A character of your choice is just learning how
The Third HimGentle forehead resting against mineThe Third Him5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft breath against soft lips
And soft whispers speak their soft words
I am here and you are mine
This calmness scares my quiet, doe eyes
And with your hands around my hips
I close my aching lids.
I'm at peace
If you make me feel so special,
Then why are you so bad?
I can see the faint red clouds,
Of dust and ash
They follow you wherever you go
They are your demons
They are your past
I cannot help but feel my heart flutter in response
With new life and love
With new worry and despair
My fingers reach out and I try
To peel back the mask
See through this invisible film of fog
But it's not there
Like clear, tasteless poison
You have my heart
And it's too late now
Sentinel - Chapter OneArmy-life:Sentinel - Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kaidan could get used to the rude wake-ups, the morning drills, running in the middle of pouring weather, knee-deep in water. He could get used to the sorry excuse they called food, the latrine duties and the constant yelling from his superior officers.
Hell, he could get used to underwear constantly riding up his ass because of the friction from his pants.
He wasn't sure if he could get used to the buzz-cut though. His scalp was constantly itching and when he looked at himself in the mirror, all he could see were eyebrows. Huge, dark eyebrows. He wondered if he could ask to have those shaven off as well.
Other than that, life at boot camp wasn't bad. He'd been here a month already and he found that he was actually enjoying his time here. Sure, it was hard work, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
He was already used to wearing a uniform from his time at BAaT, used to surprise inspections and being worked until his body was crying out in pain.
The main differen
My Devine SuccessScreaming, shoutingMy Devine Success5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God what now?
Another damn row
Voices raise high
What is it this time?
The washing's not done
You act like it's a crime
The yelling gets worse
The tears they rise
I run to my room
Hide my stifled cries
I hear you downstairs
Still going on
Would it be a relief?
If I were gone
I reach for my friend
The old trusty knife
There's comfort in you
An elexir of life
Dig it in deep
Slash up and down
Torture my arm
In the blood I shall drown
An outlet of emotion
Let the anger drain
Release all the sorrow
Frustration and pain
All the feeling
The hurt it is gone
Along with despair
Of rage their is none
Devoid of emotion
Sleep it awaits
Peaceful and calm
The fury deflates
Awake in the moring
Memories gone, lost
All but the blood
Like crimson dawn frost
Wash it away
Leave nothing but scars
Forever in my arm
Like the bright shining stars
Trot off to school
Safe and content
Feeling floods back
The anger all spent
Happy as Larry
They'll never know
Wrists covered up
A TheroyThere is a theory.A Theroy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you're dead
You can feel "love tugs"
From the people missing you
The one's that love you,
So much that they won't let you go.
Why can I already feel them?
Am I that far gone?
Love slipped through my handsWhen the stars collapsed--Love slipped through my hands3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Chilled, your smile
w a r m e d
written.a word of warning:written.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the best poems are written
by the sinner's hand.
She writes the unknown.Locked away in a convent,She writes the unknown.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her curling smoke iris's
A phoenix lay restless between
her tongue and teeth, burning
burning burning - her alive.
A fire in her blood-soaring
through labyrinth veins
seeking an escape.
TragedyShe said, "The way you go about your life is pointless.Tragedy3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You bury yourself so deep into those notebooks
the world passes you by as those 'artist' fingers cause you cramps."
And I stared at her with angry eyes and angry fingers,
saying, "I'm sorry I don't have a life worth writing about, Mother."
UnrequitedI gaze into your eyes, you're beautiful.Unrequited3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fire of your beauty burns so bright.
I wish you could see that you're wonderful.
My passion grows into the dark of night.
My love, why are you fearful of the truth?
Why do you stray so far away from it?
You see, beauty is truth, so lose your youth.
It's not too hard to see, the candle's lit.
They are selfish, they don't see you for you.
They long for the touch that you do not give.
But keep your ways, my darling please stay true.
For if you lose those ways I cannot live.
Yes, I will always love you, let this be.
Your unrequited love will not stray me.
CensorshipThe contents of this poemCensorship3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have been omitted
Due to the following reason(s):
Contains unwanted information
May cause a disruption
[And we couldn't have that, could we?]
I can't hold back the seasonsYou blew this candle out, and now the horizons will forever be constellations.I can't hold back the seasons5 years ago in Teen More Like This
September nights have always been the same.
Those small and fragile rivers beginning to slowly freeze over. The pine branch sculptures encrusted over their thick layer of see through skin. A forbidden silhouette for the world to see.
You said you liked that.
I cant breathe with your lips on mine.
October nights have always been the same.
The cherry blossom days are over and the threaded gold leaves are in the air, tying themselves to the frail arms of dying oak trees.
You said you loved that.
The clocks have stopped, and the tables have turned. Just to be turned again.
November nights have always been the same.
You bite your lips and watch blood fall on a new orchestra of snow, the shards of ice exploding with the warm velvet- sparkling and flaring throughout the lamplight of your lantern.
You said you liked me.
I cant take my hand from the stars, I can
never.he holds his headnever.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and shakes in his seat,
collapses in upon himself
in searing pain--
smothering me with
neverending words of shame
and promise, like
like "it doesn't matter, not ever."
AddictedI am addictedAddicted6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I crave for it
Makes my heart sing
The feeling, the touch
My body craves for it
Thats all I miss
And I need
The thought makes
My heart sore
I am addicted
Recovered Audio Log 1[LacunaMail Message Cache: Eng Sgt. Ariadne Dalassen- SS Prester John]Recovered Audio Log 11 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[2128h, SDQ2, August 05, 2208, Anno Domini]
Hey honey. Sorry I'm late. I mean, you won't get this for weeks anyway, but I know how worried you get. I got stuck in engineering explaining to idiots why it's not a big deal when we lose ablative plating. It's ablative. That's like, the entire point. They freak out about it every time we breach atmos.
I mean, yes, ideally the port side shield generator would be working properly. But that's just how these things go, it's a missionary ship. When you're off the charts this long things get worn out. She's built to last though. This old boat's doing pretty well all things considered, it's the people inside I worry about. Less and less people turning up to prayers... and some people are acting really, seriously odd. You know I caught Gabras praying to that thing the other night? And the glare he gave me! As if it wasn't bad enough just sitting there
DA:If Fenris Were In OriginsDA:If Fenris Were In Origins3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: If Fenris Were In Origins... (Party Banter)
Game: Dragon Age: Origins/Dragon Age 2
Characters: Fenris, Leliana, Alistair, Sten, Morrigan, Zevran
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all things related belong to Bioware.
Author's Note: This is some party banter I believe would have occured if Fenris had been in Dragon Age: Origins. There are some minor spoilers for both games, since the dialogue is inspired by actual dialogue/events.
__ Leliana and Fenris __
Leliana: You are very pretty, you know.
Fenris: I am very pretty.
Leliana: You would be quite the commodity in Orlais. There, the noblemen and noblewomen would lavish you with gifts in envy of your beauty.
Fenris: Should that make me happy?
Leliana: It should!
Fenris: It doesn't.
Leliana: You should smile, Fenris. I bet you have a wonderful smile!
Fenris: Is there something to smile about?
Leliana: Well not at the m
Tantrum Tremors (FFM Day 8)God, reincarnated and still bundled in diapers, throws himself to the floor and screams. A giraffe chewy falls from his mouth; his hands beat against the blue-gray linoleum. Stricken, his nursemaids and I rush to soothe him, cursing. Holy or not, two-year-old God is a terror.Tantrum Tremors (FFM Day 8)5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The morning started off fine. He'd managed to Houdini his way out of the crib--and the locked nursery--before the sun tinged the clouds with highlights, leaving a trail of milk through Heaven. He got halfway to Earth before the night shift, cross and tired, caught up with him and passed him over. He'd finger-painted his oatmeal across his highchair and dropped his Snoopy sippy cup just to be funny. He'd then settled in to watch his favorite movie: Finding Nemo. Nestled on my nap, he'd spent the first part of the movie dozing.
Just as Dory was begging Marlin not to leave her, not to let her forget, God went looking for his ratty, hand-me-down blanket--and came b