KH - A Dog's Heart chapter 1KH - A Dog's Heart chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
this is my new story....
this is the story about a young dog who was born as a nobody. she was not just a nobody, she was a special nobody. her journey began in the a group called organization 13. along the way, she learned about friendship, honesty, loyalty, and love but as a nobody she doesnt feel this emotions.
so went on a journey...a journey to find.....her heart....and who she was....
Chapter 1: the birth.
it was a cold and windy night in a little town called twilight town. the people there were nice and had a happy life except for one man. he lived inside an abandoned mansion and there he mad a computer room for research. he was a scientist. this man was called Diz. no one knows what was his real name but diz was such a mysteries name. he looked at his computer and sighned. "sora..." he said softly. diz was thinking about his a group called organization 13. this group had 13 nobodies and they were people who were born without hearts and lack of emotions. diz knew they had a new
Kingdom Hearts: A New Age -Prologue-Author's NotesKingdom Hearts: A New Age -Prologue-1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
After seeing this image by :iconnightrizer: got into a bit of a conversation with someone and decided to make a story out of it. I doubt I'll make it an ongoing thing, but I'm undecided so far so we'll see. But there will be at least a few pages. Maybe.
Also, this takes place after the events in Dawn of the Dragon, so if you haven't played that game or any of the others in the trilogy, there will be spoilers and references. It also takes place after Dream Drop Distance (KH3D) So spoilers for that too :3
"Be welcomed friend. I have long been expecting you." A mysterious blue dragon glances over his shoulder briefly acknowledging his visitor. Floating in front of him was a large book he had immersed himself in very intently. The visitor quietly approaches him inside his chamber, which was empty besides themselves and a curious looking enormous hourglass
BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 2BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
. : r u s h : .
The sounds of Rukia's footsteps disappeared as Ichigo swung away at the Hollow who, even though had only one arm now was able to block all of Ichigo's attempts of shattering it's mask.
Ichigo then heard a scream.
It was Rukia's voice.
"RUKIA!" he yelled in the direction of her scream, hugely concerned; his attention completely focused on Rukia's well being.
The Hollow took Ichigo's moment of distraction as an opportunity to make an attack. He got his arm slashed badly by it's cat-like claws.
Full of rage and worry, he decided to end the fight quickly.
He stood back holding Zangetsu tightly in both hands and yelled "GETSUGA TENSHOU!" A blue beam of energy was released from the large blade, completely destroying the Hollow's mask. It howled loudly as it's existence vanished.
Ichigo ran as fast as he could toward the direction where he heard Rukia's scream, completely forgetting about his heavily bleeding arm. He spotted her unconscious body by the water.
Change the worldWe are living in a world where peace is just a lie.Change the world11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How many of us have wanted to flee and just fly?
So many things in these days are wrong.
Where are the people who fight, who are strong?
Our planet is going down and we are the ones responsible.
After all these years of death and war, peace is impossible.
We are killing our own kind, can’t you see the truth?
No matter how hard we fight, mankind’s going to lose.
They don’t give a damn about you, no matter how loud you shout!
The world is going down and you think I will shut my mouth?
No matter what they say, don’t believe a word!
It is our turn to lead and change the world!
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?Peace is a lie10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
Good and EvilWhat is good and what is bad?Good and Evil11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is there even an answer to that?
If angels and demons really exist is hard to tell,
are there even a heaven and a hell?
Are you an angel fighting for the light?
Or are you a demon just fighting for the fight?
You can try your best to get to paradise,
could also be a villain rolling the dice.
Either way there are two sides of a coin,
no matter how much you’re toyin’.
Where the light flows, darkness will follow,
a world without one would be hollow.
No one can answer your question for you,
what you believe in, that counts, too.
So, do you believe there are monsters under your bed?
Or are there voices in your head, driving you mad?
Life is musicIt can be loud, it can be quiet,Life is music1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you can feel it, you have to try it.
Some is sweet as candy,
and some is really fancy.
Without it our lifes would be black and white,
just a bit and you could put up a fight.
Hidden messages or a good story,
some make you happy, others make you worry.
For some it's love, for some it's fate,
it's your choice what you like and what you hate.
Good ones are easy to remember,
like a lover it will hug you tender.
If you need to be strong,
just listen to a song.
It is mighty and it's easy to use it,
no need to prove it, life is music.
What I thinkWords are flying around in my head.What I think11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I don’t write them down, they’ll drive me mad.
They come to me when I’m outside or even in bed.
Sometimes I wish it would be possible to stop that.
They won’t stop talking to me.
I can’t believe it, how can it be?
Am I schizophrenic? Is there a “we”?
Is there nothing I can do to flee?
There has to be some kind of link.
Suddenly I and the voices are in sync.
From my brain to the paper written with ink.
You can read my words, but you will never know what I think.
Those Heady Days of SummerThrough June, Frank Stein's cloak hid a grotesquely disfigured body. If one didn't know better, one might even think the shape resembled that of a spare head, but of course that would be freaking ridiculous. Nobody approached the derelict building, and Frank, frequently caught in bizarre situations, gradually deteriorated. He threw fruit. The villages watched from a respectable distance, forming opinions: their eyes wide and their mouths whispering rumours.Those Heady Days of Summer7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Frank Stein was well-known for being unique. He kept to himself, talking only to his butler - a man with a penchant for dried figs, and a predisposition to solitude. He threw fruit. He could frequently be heard muttering to himself. When the butler disappeared, the villages assumed he had fled. Nobody fretted, and life went on. Frank took to wearing a cloak that made him resemble a double hunchback.
Under the burning of the August sun, Frank Stein laboured. His thick cloak left him sweating, but the grotesque sight beneath would hav
Message ReceivedMessage ReceivedMessage Received4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk into your room that has been closed for so long.
I look around and see things as they were on that day.
Your is bed still rumpled from where you slept.
Your favorite shirt still lays on the back of the chair pulled out from your desk.
Your books still scattered, but yet so neat, lay opened to the pages you were reading.
Holding my breath I walk slowly in the door.
My breath caught in the hollows of my heart.
Time has passed but yet it has stopped forever.
In this moment there is no past or future just a longing that remains with me still.
Tears of time escapes from my eyes.
Profound loneliness fills my very essence of being.
I reach for your pillow and hold it tight.
I speak words of love into the silence wishing to hear your sweet voice.
How I long to sweep that curl of hair that always hung just beside your eyes.
How I long to hold you in my arms one last time.
Anger fills me with such a vengence while I walk among the memories held within these walls.
09-11....I Can Still Remember If one closes their eyes and thinks long and hard, they can still remember.09-11....I Can Still Remember6 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They can still remember the glory that graced the New York skyline before the dreaded 11th day of September in the year of 2001 when hell burst through the skies, and rent the world into ruin and sorrow. Families were broken, hearts were shattered, and nothing would ever be the same again. The security of our nation was never again taken for granted. We thought we were safe forever....then, we realized we weren't. Because we are the most powerful nation in the world, we thought no one would ever do us any harm. We though we were invincible. We thought were like the Titanic...unsinkable.
The towers fell, they crashed to the ground, and the rubble filled the streets. People were trapped beneath it, and many cried out for help, but sometimes, no help would come to them. The steel was wrenched in all sorts of ways...it was the skeleton of the towers, an
Stand upWhen you look outside you just frown.Stand up11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
After all these years you have enough of this town.
The people and the landscape are pulling you down.
You want to escape this place before you drown.
Leaving everything behind that you found.
Thinking time will heal this wound.
Suddenly your knees weaken and you kiss the ground.
Lying down there and cannot make a sound.
They are laughing at you, fallen like a drop.
But don’t let them tell you you’re a flop.
You have to stand up and reach the top.
No matter what they tell you, never stop!
Elle and Mias: Chapter 58Abernos hummed a happy little tune to himself as he road through the old farming village on his way home from East Port City. In place of his usual loincloth, he wore a shirt, vest, and trousers. His hair had been combed back, but the wind on his journey had already blown it back to its normal style. His chipped horn had grown back enough for the damage to be unnoticeable at a glance, but the symmetry of the points remained off. He didn't mind it though. It'd grow back after all.Elle and Mias: Chapter 583 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Abernos!" The busty waitress from the local pub caught his attention. She was still a rather big woman with tight, strawberry blonde curls tucked under her bonnet and an apron shielding her modest dress from dirt and grime.
"Oh, hello Morwen," Abernos slowed his horse and cart. "How are you?"
"Bit sad ya haven't been to see me lately, love."
"It has been a while since I stopped in for a drink, hasn't it?" Abernos scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Been about a month since I last even saw your f
BulliedCold words on my mindBullied11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like grey waves tasting a beach
Washing me away.
As Death Comes ByAs death comes byAs Death Comes By4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold envelopes my body
Creeps through my skin
And sinks in my bones
As death comes by
My heart wrestles for life
My lungs struggles for air
And my soul pleads for a reason
As death comes by
I say my final goodbyes
I abandon my hope-filled dreams
It's not always a happy ending
Open your eyesLiving in a world of arrogance and money,Open your eyes11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I think of it, this isn’t even funny.
Money makes the world go round, they say,
But all I see is pain, day after day.
They give you the feeling that you are free,
That’s all talk, go out and try to flee.
On the outside they’re fooling you, working as a team,
A peaceful world, without war, that is just a dream!
All they can see is the money they can collect,
In their eyes you are nothing more but an insect.
Don’t be an ignoramus or one of those flies,
Now is the time to open your eyes!
peek-a-boosammi thinks we're funnypeek-a-boo9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she doesn't understand yet
that when we hide,
we don't stop
she thinks we pop in
on her whims.
I Live for OthersI Don't live for myselfI Live for Others1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I honestly Don't
I have the power to choose if I want to live or die at the moment
Maybe in the future I won't but I know for a fact that at this very second, I do
I Don't live for myself
I Don't live to become the greatest person
I Don't live to become the wealthiest person
I Don't live to make myself happy
I Don't live because I am happy
I live for others
I don't have the power to choose whether they live or die
I only have the power to guide them toward one or the other
I live to help others
I live to make others happy
I live to make others wealthy
I live to be there for others when the person they need cannot be there
I live to keep others alive
I could end my life but I might end others by accident
So I Don't live because I want to
I live because I know I need to
I Can't Forget Where You Aren'tHours become daysI Can't Forget Where You Aren't10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
opening into weeks
then months and after years,
my feet aren't supposed to stutter
tracking mud over trails of stones
rote should wear memory
into skin cells and tarsals alike
but the space of you
gets underfoot, trips me,
like a childhood bully
building a crescendo
I do not want to miss you
all over again.
The big feelingWhen you realize you are feelingThe big feeling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a moment fading into all the moments
that preceded it,
and you must try, impossibly, to describe
the big feeling,
a thing apart from your self,
as close to it as humanly possible:
like when looking through a microscope
and realizing that each magnification shows
we only know so much of anything,
The big feeling that is life's disappearing,
into the many echoes
of each moment, somehow touching
across the vast expanse,
the one that lead you here,
Where you stop to witness
the minute spectacle of time's expression;
the familiar creaking of wind against wood panels,
branches whipping in those gusts
casting wild shadows on your wall,
The big feeling coaxing the world towards
a surreal stillness, tentative and aware,
flooding through all the chances, that through the guarantees
of your quantum existence
the marvelous truth rises:
that this is all so beautiful you will die
if you do not try and express it,
but if you try and express this moment
DreamerA girl once fell asleep on a cloud that sails between the earth and the sky. While she slept sheltered by the silken wings of the clouds, thousands of vines sprouted from her hair and bloomed into fragrant white flowers. A blanket made of the blue sky glittered in hundreds of hues, as she pulled it up to cover her ears.Dreamer11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
While the daughter of the sky was sleeping, swans alighted beside her and albatrosses decorated her hair with strings of pearls. A gentle breeze blew ripples in the iridescent clouds and caressed her hands. Feathers danced in the gusts of her breath in the bright sunlight, while the endless ocean of dreams shifted within her.
Far below, islands of dark green collided into each other and place names wandered homeless in the mist. Compass roses bloomed in the hands of captains that had fallen asleep at the rudder, and thousands of new directions were born. Dragons dove deeper into the whirlpools at the edges of the map.
At night, the animals of the zoo searched for paradi
Nightmare Before Christmas: How they diedNightmare Before Christmas: How they died2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
To explain this, we just put this on a while ago and I couldn't help but realize that everyone in Halloween Town is either dead, or something that never was alive (save probably the werewolf, witches and lake monster.) So I got to thinking, "How did they die?" And I realized there are small little hints in everything.
Jack: Remember in the beginning how he stuck a torch in his mouth? Well the fire covered his body fairly fast, even for a body made of straw. When you burn a human body for too long all that's left is the bone. Everything else is gone.
Sally: I think that's a bit self explaining. She can fall to pieces and come back together.
Finklestein: It's been mentioned that Sally has poisoned him on several occasions. Well, being dead poison wouldn't really affect him much. Except that if it were to be what had killed him, that would explain why he's affected. But he's already dead,
pastel pink and baby blueAfter forty-nine days,pastel pink and baby blue7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
eight years have passed.
Softened leather built
to encase tiny toes, little shoes
for the not-yet-walking
'neath summer skies--
"daddy loves me",
"mama's best girl" and
rabbit ears on fleece,
the whisper of fabric
kissing fabric, a box
hefted and thrown free--
the violence of blood
on paper; the goodbye
I never wanted.
Your princess, your flowerIt was love on first sight,Your princess, your flower11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her smile is shining so bright.
Eyes as blue as the sky,
your head’s so light that you could fly.
You can’t stop thinking about this girl,
can only think about her, your thoughts begin to twirl.
So beautiful, she’s out of this world,
her shining, blonde hair, always curled.
One day you see her crying alone,
thought she was a princess sitting on her throne.
You talk and she says that she doesn’t want to miss you,
fallen in love she’s starting to kiss you.
She’s never leaving your side,
happy and in love your head feels light.
Her smile is your energy, your power,
you know that you want to protect that flower.