Demyx's LunchDemyx was resting on the branch of a tree when he heard his stomach grumbling for the fifth time. It's been five years since that human kid turned up and all the naga could think about was devouring the boy. But ever since he got to know him, his intentions changed. Now, he didn't really want to eat the kid just for food, but out of pure pleasure, just to feel him moving around in his belly, the taste of his soft skin on his tongue. And just as he was thinking this, Roxas walked into view below the tree, calling out to something. Demyx smiled, deciding this would be the moment.Demyx's Lunch4 years ago in Erotic More Like This
"Bo, here boy!" Roxas called, stupid sheep. It probably wasn't smart enough to know it's own name. If he didn't find it though, Axel would be pissed. They didn't have many sheep, they'd gotten a small flock a few years back by trading some chocobos with another village, but that had required Axel to make a three day journey to the trading post. Sheep didn't have as many babies as chocobo, and wool was just as im
Back EffectBack Effect3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A quietness feed the darkness around me, "Run, run, run, run!" was the voice I kept hearing, I ran, as fast as I can, but the dark kept on going. I couldn't move I was rooted to the spot, it then felt like the ground gave way and I was falling, I couldn't move my arms or legs, or scream, fear gripped me. Sweat cover me, as I sat up trying to breath, a group of people stood around, that I never seen before, one of them was kneeing beside me, a tall thin looking man, it was his eyes that court me about him what a strange colour almost animal looking, turquoise is the only colour that came to mind.
"Is she alright?" said a woman, short dusty blond hair cropped hair styled, she doesn't look happy.
"Yeah she okay now, we could take her to a hospital to make sure. Logan what do you think?" said the strange eye man, I started to feel I was not going to like the answer that he was going to give.
"She has to come with use. Gerard could there be any Back Effects from your life saving show?" said
HelHELHel2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ungrounded, floating on the whispers of a memory,
Secretly kindling the tantrums of one’s victory.
Faint yet chaotic render of pure rage tapping, striking,
A symphony of fire, a sonata of the land burning.
Hel is thy mistress, ruling the maddening underworld,
Leisure in your rotting vessel, a ritual for the undefeated Gods.
Hel, gazing upon your flesh, your tormented world.
Calling upon thy reclining faith from a river following the odds.
Yet still ungrounded, still balancing on the edge of a ripping tapestry.
An emblazing relic digging in your palm, between blood and atrophy,
Runic treasures and charms hidden under your broken armor,
Hailing her Cimmerian name, at last lifting the valiant Hammer.
Librarian- Beginning of a Universe p.1Mother was not the only name given to her.Librarian- Beginning of a Universe p.15 days ago in Settings More Like This
But It was the only important one.
For she was the mother of all, creator of the universe and everything within.
Her prized children were the Dragons
Given power greater than any other
Magic flowed in their souls
Power through their bodies
Thought through their minds
Wind under their wings
And for them the world was created
Animals populated the world to feed them
Streams to satiate their thirst
Oceans to swim in
Skies to fly
A Paradise given
They had everything
The Dragons however grew lazy and greedy
They demanded more from their Mother in her Kingdom
Mother was upset with her greedy children
So she worked to create new children
Thus rose the humans
She would give them less
In the hopes that they would avoid the Dragons faults
So to them was given only a single gift
ImmortalImmortalImmortal2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft-spoken evidence, an opaque forthcoming,
Day after day, night after night.
Subsistence of an eternal, O so solitary being,
Roaming the air, scavenging an aeonian blight.
Longing for an ending to this perpetual state,
Hollowed, yet stained existence who knows no fatality,
Waiting for the bedding of oneself in the arms of faith,
The answer to this never-ending tragedy.
Come to me. Come to me, dear apogee.
Carry me to my kin, my darling souls with whom I parted ways.
For so long, the torment, the agony.
Lethality, I beg you to take me, I pray.
My sorrowful mind knows no rest,
A storm of imagery, a picturesque collision of souvenirs.
With this curse I once believed I was blessed,
Until my heart desired no more than the soft sting of a spear.
A Swollen Hand Since YesterdayMy fingers are numb.A Swollen Hand Since Yesterday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the ice.
Sometimes they quiver and it feels
Like electricity is flowing through my blood.
I wonder if it is safe to clench my fist.
My fingers slowly curl but it hurts.
It hurts a lot.
I didn't notice right away.
You walked out and my knuckles were
Dripping blood everywhere.
I paced around the house and took
Another swing at the bedroom wall.
That time I didn't leave a hole.
That time I saw red as the pain shot
Up my arm. I felt sick.
I woke up and still haven't heard from you.
You would say I need an x-ray.
I pack the ice tightly around my hand and wait
By the phone.
Staring at the dry wall crumbled on the floor.
Riku and 100 BunniesOn the other side of the valley there a herd of bunnies all over the place.Riku and 100 Bunnies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This place is called 100th bunny valley, it's one of the most cutest, peaceful, beautiful places that families love to come to have picnic and bring their children to play and feed with the bunnies for a day and leave by sunset, yes, this is truly a paradise and nothing can ruin it but soon everything will go terribly wrong.
The next day a half man and half wolf named Riku has been running from his home to the valley, he heard that this valley it infested with bunnies, tasty, sweet, delicious, mouth watering bunnies Riku's most favorite meal of all time.
He reached the valley and hid be hide a giant bolder, he peek and his mouth drool at the sight, all 100 bunnies are either eating or hopping or sleeping and they look absolutely delicious in Riku's opinion, he lick his lips in anticipation and ready to strike.
The bunnies are happily eating and sleeping is unaware the danger they are in but
Demons in the darknessDemons in the darkness9 years ago in Horror More Like This
The man walked down the black street. At first glance one would believe that he was simply late for a meeting, but if you were to look closer you would see that in actuality he was afraid. Sweat ran from his brown hair down onto his strong chin. His chocolate brown eyes were wide and frightened. He constantly looked around him as if an assailant would pop out of the shadows of the street. He pulled his trench coat around him and shivered.
He would have to pick up the pace. It was near. He could feel it. He felt a shiver run down his spine. It was too close. He picked up his pace almost to a slow jog now. He looked behind him. A shadow detached itself from a building's wall to jump into an alley near by. Way too close. He was running at a slow jog now, always picking up his pace. He rounded a corner. He saw his destination, a small broken down brick building. In the dark you could see that it was a pitiful excuse of a shelter. All the windows were broken and the shutte
No Writer Should Be SilencedAlways write your words in blood.No Writer Should Be Silenced3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In The Darkness I remainMy heart brokenIn The Darkness I remain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood coming from the hole
The hole where my heart used to be
As I fall onto my knees
Creating a pool on the ground
My blood and tears mixed
My breathing fast
Trying to grab the pieces of my heart
Trying to put them together
But they only shatter in my hands
My heart shattered
In the darkness I remain
Trying to scream for help
But no answer
Pain taking over
Pain stopping me from screaming
Stopping my blood from flowing
Switching the warmth into cold
My eyes turn empty
My breathing comes to a stop
And my last movement is falling on my face
The darkness I remain
The cold my friend
Death came to get my soul
Leaving my body in the dark
I wish somebody would hear me
Putting my broken heart together
But guess it's too late now
In the darkness I remain
Death got what he wanted
ScorpioScorpioScorpio6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Determined and forceful
Emotional and intuitive
Powerful and passionate
Exciting and magnetic
Jealous and resentful
Compulsive and obsessive
Secretive and obstinate
Scorpios are the most intense, profound, powerful characters in the zodiac. Even when they appear self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. They are like the volcano not far under the surface of a calm sea, it may burst into eruption at any moment. But those of us who are particularly perceptive will be aware of the harnessed aggression, the immense forcefulness, magnetic intensity, and often strangely hypnotic personality under the tranquil, but watchful composure of Scorpio. In conventional social gatherings they are pleasant to be with, thoughtful in conversation, dignified, and reserved, yet affable and courteous; they sometimes possess penetrating eyes which make their shyer companions feel naked and defenseless before them.
Scorpio is the sym
Slender Man ComesSlender Man ComesSlender Man Comes4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You hear the whispers of his name
Like something secret and profane
The stories of him told to young
Of those unfortunate to have met him
When he comes
He comes out from amongst the trees
Bringing horror to those that see
A man, yet strange and grotesquely tall
A kind of man who shouldn't exist at all
Arms and legs long and limber
To leave your body, high in the timber
A face devoid of any features
Simple yet horrifying is this creature
No one knows from where came
Or where he will appear again
His stride is quick so you can run
But chances are your life is done
His coming is heralded by a fog
Children laughing, barking dogs
He comes to only those whom believe
So for your sake, you best not give heed
Some say he's existed, since time began
Others say, he's the ghost of a murderous man
Some say he came from the stars
Others from a dimension that is not ours
No one knows and no one cares
All they know is that he's there
His name is simple and so plain
But, his presence
Hard TimesI see you’ve been weeping for some time nowHard Times7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re all torn out and cold
Even if all you see is darkness
You’re the bit of light that’s shining
And I know you don’t have control
But you can't just let go
Because if one day you do, you might lose yourself
Then I’ll be left alone, with no one to hold.
Thoughts Of MolochThey always offered children to me, sometimes fresh from the womb, usually for protection. But I didn't care if I protected them or not.Thoughts Of Moloch3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I only cared about being fed, and hearing the screams of infants, which is the most delightful noise I have ever heard.
The priests always tell them that I will be taking care of the infants, but in the end they had to play music to drown out their cries.
I do not care though; I will continue to enjoy the screaming as long as I am worshipped, which I believe to be an eternity
NecrophiliaShe knows that somewhere along the line something about her changed, but that won't stop her because she is invincible.Necrophilia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But even invincible people can shatter, can't they?
Au bout du fossé, la culbute.
Pride comes before fall.
It's hard, he would tell her. It's hard to live in a world where society is what it is. She would stare at his eyes as they filled with this sort of emptiness that she knew by heart, the piercing green fading into a dim peridot. He would lightly finger the wide leather bracelets that covered his wrists and it gave it away to her all too soon.
She didn't even need to see the glimpse of puffy and reddening skin around the bright scars because she just knew.
And before she could form some sort of jumbled thought in her head, the bell would ring through her ears and he would be walking, walking, walking away from safety.
Feelings turn into thoughts. Thoughts turn into words.
DemonsDemonsDemons6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fate of darkness
Fate of hell
Makes me crawl
Makes me yell
Deep inside me demons hide
and above me, darkness flies
In my heart it hurts
whatever bright into black turns
When i scream it doesnt come from me
but from a demon who lets me be
My demon makes me live
makes me love
My deadly deamon makes me HatE!
makes me realize
my hell for fate
But as much as they can be dark
they can light a hope spark
My demons can show me the way
through the rough times
how to fight and how to slay
How to resist all darkness around me
how to fight what i can not see
And when i lay all defeated and crumbled on the floor
the darkest smile comes from my core
Smile from my inner darkest soul
sound of my demons howl
Even if dark
it lets me walk on this world
even if bad
it prevents me from feeling cold
And even if ppl say that demons are bad
they help me survive
and let me rest in my bloody bed
So raise your fists for your inner you
for demons ,their blood
and hope that they will gu
She Can't TrustChain smoking in secret with his back to his lover,She Can't Trust2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding the hidden tick as best he can with subtle hints.
No lies are spoken,
No truths are told.
She may suspect but he doesn't know for sure.
Cliff diving and clearing his head for a minor second.
Resisting an old friends comfort for fear of falling back into bad habits.
Fighting off a demon half while giving in to the anger to fight behind enemy lines.
Weapons here are forbidden to use,
For fear of injuring innocent bystanders,
Like his lover sitting back to back with him.
He cleans away the cigarette smoke and hides the battle wounds inside his chest,
Although they bleed through the bandages and so he cannot completely hide them from the sad beauty.
He holds her close,
Keeping the demon caged for the moment in order to comfort his love as best he can.
cross my heart and hope to diepromise me you'll nevercross my heart and hope to die5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
go and leave me hopeless,
hanging on your thread.
promise me to try to teach
me how to fly and mend
these broken wings of mine.
promise me you'll try
and patch up this
between my lungs.
promise me that you're
willing to carry me
because i don't think
i can hold my own.
cross your heart and hope to die.
Dragon CultOnce upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a dragon. The dragon lived off the kingdom like a parasite, swooping in and helping himself to whatever he wanted to eat, whenever he pleased. He considered himself unbearably clever. He ate well, and often. If this kingdom's resources were ever depleted, he'd just move on to another one. He was certain that he'd created a situation in which he could eat forever, and never be taken by surprise.Dragon Cult1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Until one otherwise unremarkable day, when a single human man walked in.
The humans had tried to attack the dragon's lair before, but unsuccessfully, of course. Each time it happened, the dragon would eat his fill and then fly away, leaving the survivors stranded on top of the mountain. This time, though, it was only one man, and he didn't appear to be carrying any weapons. He stopped just inside the entrance.
"What do you want?" the dragon asked, out of curiosity. He was going to eat him, of course, but he wasn't in the mood to get up ju
HailstormsI could have been saved in that hailstorm,Hailstorms3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Had I fallen to my knees with arms stretched
High towards the lying artist.
I think he would have smiled as ice
Cut my cheek and left my eyes stinging.
Lifting my spirit just to lick the blood off my face.
It's The cheapest mead a homeless God can afford.
Take me home you fucking bum, you fraud.
Isn't this what you want? A fool served chilled?
But now, I am not so easy to crack.
I am not eager to bleed.
I would rather boil then stew in your mistakes.
Accept some responsibility. Clean up your toys,
Wash your hands and mow the knee high grass.
You have left an eye sore for an even uglier world.
There are little marbles pooling in the gutters that surround me.
Showing me where this faith will take me.
I will never go there again.
Bind my arms behind my back and stand me in a corner.
It is not too late to save my fingers and toes.
I do not wish this bitter chill on myself anymore.
What has it done but ruin a perfect summer's
Chapter 1 The DentonsRandal Denton had seen it all; born just before the Great Depression, was in both France and Germany during the Second World War, saw the end of that, returned home to become what was thought to be a long career in baseball until the reason for his Purple Heart caught up with him, to now slumming from city to city all the while having to prove that he wasn't a damned Communist. His current residence was where ever his backpack landed when his feet and eyelids got too heavy to be of any service to him. Homeless, by choice, and just looking for a new place to hole up where folk would leave him alone; Randal was somewhere in the Midwestern states, last time he'd checked his map. Funny thing, though, he didn't have a map on him.Chapter 1 The Dentons2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His lunch was being served by a nice looking gal in a building that looked like one of those rocketships people were always putting into movies. Too shiny and chrome, a service man knew what color rocketships should be, GI Green. He thank