In Memory of Dear RobertIn Memory of Dear Robert11 years ago in Open More Like This
IN MEMORY OF DEAR ROBERT (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOB)
In these days of strife, a man was born
Met both with love and scorn
Robert was his name
But he would rather you call him Bob
He had the power to calm a raging mob
Many songs and psalms he wrote
He spoke with peace while in his heart, the demons he smote
Revelations he spoke and of slavery he sang
Through the many years since he left, his voice echoed and rang
He passed from us young, but lives on
Any man remembered is not truly gone
Yet even in my sorrow and mourning for his death
I cannot express how I view him, even with all my breath.
So Bob, even though you can't hear me, to you, this I say
Bob, happy birthday!
Full Steam, chapter 1Full Steam, chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marguerite Butler burst into the Hotel's Saloon. She ignored the angry comments of a man she accidentally pushed to the side and looked around desperately for a hiding place. There was none, at least none that she could reach before they caught up with her. Marguerite turned around, watching the swinging doors she had just crossed, half in fear half in defiance, and took from underneath her dress's bodice a heavy wad of bills.
-"I need to reach Boston in less than a week! There will be five thousand dollars for those who help me get there within that time... two thousand now, the rest when we reach Boston!" she said in a high-pitched and desperate voice.
A group of men began to stand, greed in their eyes, but as one they sat back down, their faces pale with fear as the doors opened and let in a handsome man. He was dressed in a white and expensive leather suit with silver ornaments; his light blond hair was covered by an immaculate white hat. He was soon followed by a group of unsavory
-What if- Vincent saved Veruka'What if...' Vincent saved Veruka... All those years ago...-What if- Vincent saved Veruka5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
("Don't worry... We'll find a way out of here.") The Female Monferno stated, holding onto the arm of a scared and frightened newly born Riolu.
They had both found themselves in a dark cavern after the new born decided to 'play a game' with the Monferno beforehand and were now stuck, trying to find an exit. The Monferno decided to use her tail as a torch to navigate through the dark corridors.
A rumbling came from behind them as the Monferno felt the small blue 'puppy' Pokémon cling to her in fear. ("What now?") she dared to ask, turning her head in the direction of the rumbling.
A sudden crack from the ground elevated a large stone snake figure, growling towards the duo, ("I had to ask... Run!") Were the only words she could mutter, grabbing the now terrified newborn by his paw tight, and dragging him away... but they were to late...
("Hurry!") She shouted, the large snake too fast for them as he pummelled his body down,
Friends ForeverFriends ForeverFriends Forever5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It most certainly wasn't an attractive little thing, the doll eight year old Naomi Kaname was staring at determinedly. But then, it did have a sweet little charm to it. Its burgundy eyes seemed to gaze back into Naomi's earthy ones and its European style clothes looked a little worn and dirty. But still, the child's eyes were rapt on the doll in front of her, keeping her attention full upon it.
"Miss?" the store owner said as Naomi stared at the doll in a small souvenir shop she passed every day on her way home from school. "Miss May I help you?"
Naomi jumped when she finally registered the voice of the shop owner. "Oh I was just looking at the doll it's really strange "
The shop owner smiled. "Legend says he was a famous king long ago."
"Really?" Naomi asked, eyes lighting up at the notion. Things like this were always amazing to her.
The shop owner laughed. "Nah, it's just a doll. But I had you going for a minute, did
The Mom's TruthWhen you were inside your mom's tummy,The Mom's Truth6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her,
and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.
When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
Life in Korvosa, part 1Life in Korvosa, part 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The pain was unbearable.
An agonizing wait filled the space between each new drop falling - my face became a burning sea, each new drop a wave of fire. Held in eternity, I waited for the next wave, dreading that fire, but it never came. Instead, scared and angry screams replaced the laughter to which I had become far too accustomed.
The soft familiar sound of leather boots became too slowly distant and the clamor of steel followed. A metal arm grabbed at me. I made myself small; I tried to move away. But the arm grabbed me anyway. Then I heard the voice and stopped struggling. "By the Vault's Perfect Key, what did those animals do to you?"
The hard soil was gone; instead arms of icy steel cradled me.
The pain was unbearable, but that was good... it meant I would live.
Natalia leaned against a store wall, silent and calm except for her left hand. In it she held a cruel looking switchblade which she flipped open, habitually, every so often in a casual automatic movement requ
Hares, Guns, and HappinessNever in a million years did Naomi think she'd be as happy as she was right now. I mean, it's not every day you tackle a purse snatcher into a strange pit, wind up in a bizarre parallel world that looks like Wonderland, and then meet its March Hare and subsequently fall in love him and have him fall in love with you.Hares, Guns, and Happiness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But to her, it actually happened.
Elliot became such an integral part of Naomi's life so fast, it was almost dizzying but then, it was Wonderland, so what makes sense there?
But for the girl who didn't have a friend in the world, befriending the March Hare, Elliot, was the best day of her life. So she wasn't really surprised when she fell in love with him. Or when decided to join the Hatter mafia so she could fight by his side (having a prior knowledge of marksmanship helped secure her place, too).
Each minute Naomi spent with him was worth having to fight and kill her new opponents in Heartland's little game. She shot her enemies without hesitation or fear. Everyth
No Road Back Home, part 1The girl's silvery armor looked out of place on the unkempt road. Though she saw, through the light mist, that the badlands and dark forest were behind her, she did not feel at ease as she approached the pastoral fields and homely farms that bordered her destination. There was no traffic on the road. She knew well that the town ahead didn't expect many visitors these days, especially not from the southwest.No Road Back Home, part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The town of Canterwall and its attached lands were some of the most bountiful in the country. The land's fertility was both a blessing and a curse. Its bounty brought riches and a good life in exchange for hard, honest work. The curse was the land's location, being the westernmost province of Ustalav. To the west, the badlands of the Belkzen spewed forth bandits and orcs who pillaged and looted. It was for this reason that every citizen was also a local militiamen and held weapons at home. To the south lay the cursed lands of Vyrlich, where the evil taint of the Whispering Tyrant co
ChainsChains...Chains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chains that binds
Your emotions to everyone
Tugging at your wrist
Pulling you along with the others
Feel the pain
Feel the burn
While everyone stares at you
With their eyes wide open
Full of sympathy
As you march down the fields
Alongside the unforgiven
March down the field
Through grassy plains
And the bodies of the dead
Bones desceased into the ground
But you've noticed
A crackling, ringing sound
As you step over them
The chains around them
That looked like the same
As the one that's pulling
You through this hell
Follow along the path
In which so many have taken
Stretch your arms out
Hook the chain on
And follow the path of the broken
Don't let your eyes wonder
Don't stop walking
Don't even talk
It doesn't matter anymore
You're around others like yourself
As everyone else shows pity on you
And the person in front
And the person behind
And everyone on that long chain
Of the dead
The Crest of DarknessThe Crest of Darkness5 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Story Behind the Crest of Darkness
The power "Darkness" appeared about the same time as the Light and the Rulers appeared. Some powers were forbidden to be researched by the Rulers. But there were people hated to be limited, so they kept on researching them. Since they had to do the research in the dark, they named the power "Darkness".
One key point is that, Darkness does NOT equal Evil, but its research is not forbidden for no reason. These powers tend to be powerful and irreversible (like nuclear bombs for now). And since it's so powerful, it becomes the first thing the Evil wants to get, and most of the time, they did. As time went by, people started to equalize these two.
In contrast to other power, everyone can active the Darkness power, but not everyone is able to handle it. (For other powers, only those who can handle the power can active it.) And if you let someone who can't handle the power use it, it spells disaster. The researcher sealed part of the power into a device,
Crashing and BurningCrashing and Burning10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
CRASHING AND BURNING
I'm crashing and burning
I'm falling and breaking
I'm tossing and turning
I'm slipping and shaking
Someone help me
Before I break like glass
I can't escape
The troubles of my past
I don't know what to do
In this cold sweat
I feel beaten black and blue
All I can do is worry and fret
Even in my dreams
Things so wonderful
Always the way they seem
I'm crashing and burning
I'm falling and breaking
I'm tossing and turning
I'm slipping and shaking
Wish I could just
Wish I could
Live on my own
So long I've been accused
So long I've been abused
It's all a game
It's all the same
I tell you
Karma's been following you
I'm crashing and burning
I'm falling and breaking
I'm tossing and turning
I'm slipping and shaking
The sun is just so unforgiving
So hot with hate for me
I feel so alone
With all the people in this city
I need to feel
The wind on the sea
I need to know
The reggae frenzy
EspejosTodos creían que era una presumida porque se miraba demasiado en los espejos.Espejos3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No sólo en los espejos, también en los escaparates, en las ventanillas de los coches, en las gafas de sol de la gente que se cruzaba con ella por la calle.
Por eso todos creían que era una presumida.
¡Pero qué equivocados estaban!
Porque ella no se miraba por vanidad en los espejos. Lo hacía por necesidad, desde que había descubierto que a veces olvidaba quién era.
Podía ir caminando tranquilamente cuando, de pronto, no recordaba su nombre, ni su cara, ni su vida, y debía buscar rápidamente un espejo en el que verse reflejada y así recordar quién era.
Al principio le habían parecido simples despistes, pero después los despistes aparecían con mayor frecuencia y en los lugares más insospechados, y ella se sentía perdida, indefensa y vulnerable, y cuando encontraba su rostro asustado en un cristal se tranquilizaba, per
Summer HaikuSummer Moonlight--Summer Haiku1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a rabbit eats clover
in the meadow.
la puerta abierta....la puerta abierta....5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Quiero abrir esa puerta, ese limite que soy yo misma y no temer a estar despierta con los ojos cerrados pero viendo a mi alma...tampoco quiero estar ajena a este sueño con los ojos abiertos...ya que donde sea que encuentre algo que despierte mi sentidos y active mis emociones viviré ese momento...
MIEDO ¡Miedo, tengo miedo!MIEDO2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Que me falte
tu muda sonrisa.
Elixir de mieles
donde bebe la mía,
devorando, tu boca.
La chispa de tus ojos
jugando con los míos.
Agujas de cristal
clavando su punzón
en la frágil coraza
de mi combatiente corazón.
Miedo, miedo de perder,
la noche en tu pelo;
entrelazado, entre mis dedos.
que anhela mi pecho.
De no poseer
la hoguera de tu cuerpo,
el ímpetu de tus suspiros
el veneno, de tus besos.
Mi puerto, tus brazos.
Refugio de mi cuerpo.
La cárcel de mis sueños.
¡Mi carcelero, mi compañero!.
Miedo de perder, miedo.
huracán de pasiones.
Espiga en el trigal
que mece el viento.
Mi RocaMi Roca5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Si de mí dependiera
besaría hasta la sombra de tus labios
y mi alma vacía hallaría color en sus paredes,
buscando rozar con tus manos mi vida
llenando la piel de mi pecho con llanto;
pero llanto del bueno, de alegría por verte.
Verte junto a mí,
como cuando la lluvia toca mi rostro
y la pureza de tu mente moja mi corazón,
y quiero ser bueno
y quiero ser tuyo.
Dejar mis temores ocultos en tierra
sembrando en ella los días de gloria,
los días donde la paz de tus manos
calmaba mis ansias
soplando en mi frente sosiego y perdón
olvidando que el piso raspó mis mejillas
olvidando heridas que mataron mi amor.
Y quiero ser tuyo
y temo ser poco;
pues más vale una miga en tu boca
que esta vida que llevo a tu puerto.
Sostenme en tus brazos, Princesa, mi Roca.
Devuelve a mis manos el sueño perdido,
dejado en el tiempo con penas, sin sol.
Ahuyenta de mí lo maldito del frío
que seca mi sangre con hielo y dolor.
the end of the wooorldFawful cracked a grin, his teeth now sharp and bloodied. The girl flailed weakly in his grasp. "W-why?" He studied her curiously before answering "I did what I was having to do, you were just being another pawn on the great chessboard of my master plan.." With that he let her drop, though he suspected she was dead long before she hit the floor, he didn't need people like her now, he was powerful, more powerful than anyone could ever hope to be! Energy crackled around him, he let it spread through his body and shivered with pleasure, now for the best part...his eyes lit up, the end of the world!the end of the wooorld5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Vibestar ran, stumbling and sobbing as she went, her knees were bloodied and she felt bruised all over. But, she had to go on, so much destruction everywhere she looked, he had to be stopped, alone she was no match for him, but for the sake of peace She had to try. She hauled herself over a hillside and looked at the remains of what had once been toad town, now reduced to burning rubble lit
SMFF chapter one" Awww c'mon quit messing around! Seriously you're freaking me out, come down from there!"SMFF chapter one6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Emma laughed at her younger sisters distress, she enjoyed coming to the quarry and climbing, today she'd found some old pipes dumped there and had climbed all the way to the top of one, her sister however was a little less happy with the situation. Emma laughed again.
" You worry too much Hannah! I'm a pro at climbing nothing's gonna happen!"
"How do you know that? You could fall!"
"Pffff as if! Whoa I'm falling oh my god Hannah help!"
"Emma! Don't worry I'm coming hang on!"
"Hahahaha! You're so gullible !"
" Fine! If you think it's so funny then I'm going home!"
Hannah marched off leaving Emma laughing behind her, Emma's laughter eventually died down and she called after her sister.
"It was only a joke! Come back Hannah! Please?"
Only silence answered her calls, Emma gazed around the quarry thinking how quiet it seemed now she was all alone She shook her head and jump
Substitute TeacherSubstitute Teacher4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Kyle was a bad teenager. At school he was the worst as he was always fighting and getting into trouble. One day his teacher had had enough of his foolishness as she was tired of always arguing with him everyday so one evening in detention.
"That stupid bitch!" Kyle said to himself sitting in his chair looking out the window. "Ugh, i'm so hungry he said out loud. As his female teacher continued to read her newspaper.
"Well next time don't be such a smart mouth." She said as she pulled out an apple out of her bag and set it on her desk.
"Ugh." Kyle said putting his head down.
"I'll be back Kyle now sit here and try to behave." She said as she got up and left the room.
When she was gone Kyle had looked up to see the big red apple she had left on the desk. As he looked at it his stomach growled more and more until he found himself getting up and walking over to it.
"Well she won't mind I mean we have vending machines." He said picking it up and rubb
The Zora and I - IntroIt was a good day.The Zora and I - Intro4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That Spring was unexpectedly pleasant, with a comfortable weather, a warm breeze and beautiful sunsets.
Walking slowly on my way home I saw the trees, the few small parks and the houses that ornamented the streets. Kids that just arrived from school ran aimlessly around, squealing happily occasionally while their parents took advantage of the perfect weather to perform a quick car wash.
The birds sang here and there, and the clouds floated in the sky like huge white splotches against deep blue satin. And under my feet, the warm ground welcomed each step of mine, helping me to win the distance that separated me from my home.
It was indeed a good day.
Except for it was exactly like all the others.
After the dinner, I went upstairs and walked into my room. It was a simple, yet nice room: a comfortable bed, a closet, a small TV and a video game console, my computer desk (which coincidentally held my computer), the desk's chair and a large window. All the rest was jus
SMFF chapter twoWhen Emma emerged from the pipe the surroundings were completely different, the land was desolate, burned and there were great rivers of lava as well. The sky was dark and rain poured down from it.SMFF chapter two6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Is the castle near? It's raining pretty badly."
"Sort of near, there's a bit of a walk. Doesn't the fact it's raining tell you this isn't a dream?"
"As long as it's not too far, it can rain in dreams!"
"Not in any dream I've ever had!"
They walked for a while across the charred plains and up a hill until eventually a castle came into view, Emma and the koopa walked faster to get out of the rain, Emma was soaked to the skin and shivering violently.
"I forgot to ask! What's your name?"
"I'm Emma, and you would be..?"
"Nice name, I've always hated mine."
"How come? I think it's a good name, it suits you."
"I don't know, it's just not a name I would have chosen personally."
"Well you could always change it."
"There's no point, I'd still be plain old Emma deep down whatever na
dia extravagante...dia extravagante...6 years ago in Open More Like This
Posiblemente, los dias transcurran
definitivamente nadie puede evitarlo...
Yo envejezco con las mañanas,
aunque parezca que no, que mi vida es eterna....
Eso es ahora, en un dia extravagante.
El dolor, es ahora para mi la certeza de mi existencia
es la muestra de que estoy vivo,
que todo cambia y nada queda.
Por que basandome en el hecho de que mi dolor
es la muestra de mi existencia,
tambien podria ser este la muestra de mi error...
La muestra de el error de mi existencia....
Donde todo cambia y nada queda...
Donde como un grande dijo... "la moral y la religion, es nociva para la vida".
The Spirit Carries OnThe Spirit Carries OnThe Spirit Carries On6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(El Espíritu Continúa)
La gente entra y sale del tren, los que entran deben empujar en contra de la enorme cantidad de gente que sale, obviamente que las personas que ingresan se apuran para poder encontrar algún asiento vacío pero sus esfuerzos son en vano ya que están todos ocupados. Entonces, la multitud se tranquiliza, se acomodan todos en algún rincón y esperan a que el tren salga.
Yo, estoy tranquilo, porque voy al concierto en Capital. Hace mucho tiempo que no hago algo con Pancho y Fer, y el recital es una excelente excusa, iba a ir con ellos al recital, lástima que nunca llegué.
El tren avanza, y los rayos del atardecer golpean mi cara, miro por la ventana, y veo un sol rojo entre los edificios, un espectáculo digno de ver.
Interrumpen mis pensamientos los gritos de un vendedor, no tengo idea de lo que vendía, ni tan poco me importaba, así que lo ignoré.
De pronto escucho que se abre la puer
Digimon Beginnings Chapter 5So the idiot failed. Duskmon mused to himself. He had watched the battle between Devimon and Boogeymon. For a moment, he thought Boogeymon would win. For once Boogeymon had a smart idea. But, he had underestimated the child and his digimon.Digimon Beginnings Chapter 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Boogeymons apparent death was no big loss but what bothered Duskmon the most was how the child was so in tune with darkness. This child could be interesting. I will have to watch him closely.
Jun wait! Penguinmon shouted.
Jun turned around to see her partner slowly huffing and waddling towards her.
Do you have to be so slow? Jun said.
Its hot. Penguinmon whined.
Youre such a whiner. Jun groaned.
You could carry me then I wont have to catch up so much. Penguinmon suggested.
You have to be kidding, I wouldnt be caught dead holding a wimp like you! Jun shouted.
At this point Jun reminded herself why it was embarrassing to ha