RainOnce upon a time, the whole world was a happy loving place. The moon, sun, sky, and earth were all very good friends, and everyone was at peace.One day though, the moon and the sun got angry at each other and went to live on opposites sides of Earth.Rain6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
The sky was both of their friends, and soon she was put in the middle of it, and the Earth was soon forgetten in the upcoming mess.
The first day the sun came up and upon hearing the the sky still was friends with the moon, he began to yell at the sky. This made her very sad, and she began to cry and it fell to the dry earth as rain, and soon lakes and rivers were made.
The sun finally left and upon hearing the sun gone, the moon came out. She had too heard that the sky was friends with the sun still, and ignored the sky, and this made her very sad, and the the extreme coldness made her tears fall as ice.
Well the previously dry Earth now had rivers streams, puddles, oceans, and snow, and it was about drowning in it all.
" Sky, " said eart
StepHazelOnce upon a time, in a place quite different to this world even if not noticeably so there was a little girl called Patience, although she wasn't very patient at all. She came from a posh family, who took great pride in their posh house, their posh car and their posh second name: Petherington. Patience Petherington was a small spoilt girl who had more possessions than sense, and although there were a lot of possessions, there was very little sense. But one day her father, suddenly set on passing a small piece of wisdom down to his ten year old daughter, took her aside and told her the first lesson she ever took to heart.StepHazel7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
'Never let anyone get in your way sweet pea.' he said, puffing on a decidedly noxious cigar. 'You keep your head up high and you move forward.' Patience nodded, blonde curls bobbing.
'Yes, father' she squeaked. He smiled and patted her on the head.
'Good girl' he said, and then as an afterthought added: 'if anything gets in your way, you just shove it asi
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!
No Road Back Home, part 2Jordan Fenix.No Road Back Home, part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The name hit a nerve.
How could Norn Hannah Kappel not recognize one of her children, one of the girls she helped bring into the world? Now she could see it clearly. Jordan's features: her emerald eyes and pale skin. They were those of her mother, just finer due to her elven blood. Whereas her mother had been possessed of long, red hair, Jordan had shorter black hair. Nevertheless, she was her mother's daughter; she had the same soft smile. Her ears were pointed and her eyes deep and full of purpose just like her father. She was the same height as her mother, just a bit taller than Hannah herself, but she was athletic and fit for combat.
The Norn lowered her face and took the girl's hands on her own. "Child, forgive them! I am sorry my dear child, I didn't know."
Jordan looked a bit embarrassed. "It's fine Norn. I understand the people in the region have suffered. I can't really blame them."
"And yet you do, don't you?" Hannah's voice was but a whisper, her eyes still dow
Glutton for Punishment 6Chapter Six: Barbamon's PlotGlutton for Punishment 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the Dark Area, Beelzemon had just returned and flopped into his room when a certain other Demon Lord sauntered in to see him.
"Hello, Beelzemon," Lillithmon said in a seductive voice. "How was the outside?"
"Get lost, Lillithmon," he snapped. "I really don't like you, and I never have."
"Don't be like that " she said, walking over to him.
Beelzemon's eyes flashed in anger as he lifted his Berenjena shotgun at her. "If you don't leave, we're gonna have to have a membership drive."
"Why's that?" she asked 'innocently'.
"You'll be dead."
Lillithmon gulped out of fear and backed away.
"Go play with Daemon or Barbamon, Lillithmon. Just leave me alone!"
"Fine," she said stiffly. Lillithmon walked out of his room, and Beelzemon locked the door after her. "Man, she's a real jerk. Not kind and not nearly as beautiful as Kuzuhamon," he said quietly. Kuzuha's funny and smart though a little naïve she's beautiful and elegan
Shadow of PrideHomunculus girlShadow of Pride5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Summoner of the darkness
What have you become?
White Shadows, Cha 1 Part 1White Shadows, Cha 1 Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hauptmann Karessa double-checked the guard routes one more time before heading to her office at the aisle. The guards had been doubled for the night after Bishop Maxfel Hedrin announced his visit. She felt anxious about the notorious bishop's sudden appearance. After all this could be her opportunity to impress the top brass of Asmodeus church. Yet this sudden visit worried her. It was not unheard of for the notorious inquisitor to audit the temples' authorities, which included her, but his visit coincided with some disturbing rumors.
Two days before the Bishop's arrival a couple of Karessa's men overheard a woman asking questions about the temple. Her questions and the proximity to the bishop's visit were too close to the mark to be a coincidence. Unfortunately when she sent her men back for the woman she was nowhere to be found.
She had them chastised, of course, but she herself was left with making sure nothing happened while the bishop was around. Earlier she met the man himself an
The situationDisease ridden worldThe situation5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Grant hope for living
Close bondsFriendship transcendingClose bonds5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The Mew and homunculus
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
-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,
Glutton for Punishment 7Chapter Seven: Slow RealizationGlutton for Punishment 75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Over the intervening days, Kuzuhamon got quickly integrated to life at Light Castle. Nefertimon had brought back a human boy who'd been turned into data named Noah, and set him up in the castle, too. Kuzuha had been wary of the child at first he was the one who created Lucemon, though, admittedly for friendship, not world domination. She's warmed up to him when she saw how he interacted with his new 'partner', Labramon. Kuzuhamon loved the castle, too. It was always beautiful, no matter the time. Night was her favorite time of day at the castle though, for it was then that Beelzemon came to be with her. They traveled to anywhere they wanted, but never the same place twice. That way it was harder for the Demon Lords to ever find them.
One night in particular brought them to Forest Terminal, where the two of them traveled the beautiful tree-lined area. After a small while, they came upon a tiny village, only seven houses, and three of them ha
Pasos para escribir una historiaPasos para escribir una historia3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
La verdad, no existen.
Es imposible hacer una receta para crear un buen relato, ya que es como la música: tiene diferentes estilos y tendencias, dirigidos a quienes los prefieren. Los artistas no se rebanan el cerebro para darle el gusto a sus fans (bueno, la mayoría), simplemente hacen y a quien le gusta bien, y a quien no pues, ¿creen que les importa a quiénes no?
Con lo anterior quiero dar a entender que estos consejos son para aquellos que anhelan contar sus historias porque son sus piezas de arte, que quieren dar a conocer al mundo, no para aquellos que piensan hacer el intento por si, una de esas, saltan a la fama.
Un verdadero artista se mide por el cariño que pone en sus obras, no por lo que busca de ellas.
Y con cariño quiero decir trabajo, esfuerzo y dedicación, intencionalidad. Una obra producto de un arrebato de ira también contiene cariño. Fue hecha con una intención, una necesidad superior a ganar millones, y aunque no fue
Paved with good IntentionsPaved with good Intentions5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a trap since the beginning. She had felt it, but being among strangers she had not been sure they would have listened to her advice. Besides which, time being of the essence, they could spare no delay due to doubt.
Now standing in the midst of mountains of grain they were surrounded by creatures out of some nightmarish Ustalavian folktale, gaunt, skeletal men; their eyes burning with blue fire and their bodies shrouded in black cloth; armed with wicked scythes of clear keleshite design. A dark fog clouded the air and stole the sound from around them. The creatures' numbers doubled their own.
Jordan found it ironic that she had to travel so far from Canterwell, alla the way to Absalom in order to confront her first undead, but as she drew her longsword she decided that she wouldn't allow them to be her last.
101 questions for a Giratina101 Questions You Should Be Able to Answer About Your Character101 questions for a Giratina5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
My name is Giratina, and my nicknames are Ruler of the Reverse/Distortion World, demon dragon, fiend of the grave, master of antimatter, and recently, Tartarus.
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
It has been too many centuries...so my age is something even I don't remember. Though I know I was around for the early days of my world. As for birthday...irrelevant.
3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic?
I was born in a place lost to human history. I live in the Distortion World now, though I spend a lot of time in Heartland. And I know little of 'patriotic'...but I must be more than my brothers who were willing to rip their play toy apart for the sake of a grudge...
4. Who are/were your parents? (Names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
My father is Arceus. He is the god of the world I came from. He's a bit stuck-u
BuscaBúscame en cada rincón, en cada sombra. Búscame donde nunca he estado, en lugares desconocidos. Quizás no me halles entera ni completamente. Sólo habrá una parte de mí. Pero poseerás mucho más de lo que yo tengo. Guárdalo tú, siempre fuiste mi mejor caja fuerte para los elementos incorpóreos y los pensamientos ocultos.Busca4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Separation to SurvivalSeparation to Survival5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Separation to Survival
Separation to the train, as the Jews began saying good-bye
I saw nothing new, there's nothing I can say.
Life or death makes me a good luck to survive,
I cannot tel you where I stay.
Inside the darkness, was the hope taken away?
I saw a deadly shadow, I cannot escape
No door or windows, I cannot dismay
The Angel of the Death, is the wrong way.
Bergen-Belsen, the curse was a slaughter
I saw nothing vivid, everything's a disaster
Not even the barracks, what did I see?
My stories will never end, I will indeed.
The moments of truth, was the divined heaven
I saw liberation, the Jews forced to haven
I can still remember, as the Nazis fades away
My dignity, was a natural disarray.
On the way back, a life improves
With only full of hope, the Holocaust concludes
Peace became through, Jews came freely
With full of life, they came out outrageously
The terrorization of Germany, suddenly began to raze
The suffer of loss, it began to raise
Out of the silence, 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
Morir de soledad .Un mundo en llamasMorir de soledad .5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Está a la espera de la lluvia...
Un alma solitaria
Espera a un amigo para conquistar su corazón...
Como la posición solitaria en la lluvia
Al no encontrar uno que sea igual
El mundo se acaba una y otra vez...
En algún momento del pasado lejano
Ellos fueron tirados sobre la vida en los océanos
Aferrarse desesperadamente al mástil
El ciclo se pone en marcha...
Una y otra vez sufren a través de
La soledad y la enfermedad...
Ellos no tienen a nadie para ayudarlos
A través de la peor de las tormentas
Nadie para incitarlos
O mantener el calor...
Así que piensan que su mejor amigo
Es una cuerda con un nudo en un extremo
Alguien quiere detenerlos?!
Antes de morir de la enfermedad de la soledad.
CONFIKERCONFIKER6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Un virus llamado CONFIKER
Hoy vengo con una nueva noticia que seguramente algunos de ustedes ya han sabido, sin embargo me he dado cuenta de que muchos otros siguen sin saber esto, y es importante que lo sepan, pues la seguridad de su PC es relevante en relación a esto.
Estoy hablando de un nuevo gusano que ha aparecido desde el año pasado y que se puede comparar con los ataques del viejo virus I love you o el Melissa</b>. Este virus es llamado Downadup , kido, confliker, o mas conocido CONFIKER.
El virus comenzó a hacerse conocido a principios de enero, fue creado en China (aunque algunos aseguran que es alemán porque el nombre Confiker es una abreviación de Config Fike, su nombre viene de un juego de palabras alemán, que significa "el programa que manipula la configuración"</b>, y se pronuncia como la palabra en Ingl
Glutton for Punishment 8Chapter Eight: How to Confuse a Group of TamersGlutton for Punishment 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next night, Beelzemon picked her up as usual, but also gave her a tiny bronze pendant with a strange carving in it.
"What's this?" Kuzuhamon asked.
"I got it from a friend," he said. "Put it on."
"O kay " she said, slipping the fine chain over her head. She began glowing with a white light, and suddenly, where a fox priestess once stood, there was now a nineteen-year-old girl with long silver hair, with a strange necklace that looked like the top of her staff, the bronze pendant, and in an outfit of purple denim and black leather. She looked the epitome of a biker's girlfriend. "What is this, Beelzemon?" she asked, surprised her face was uncovered by the mask.
Beelzemon, while Kuzuhamon was transforming, also put on his own pendant. He looked pretty much the same as normal, only human, no tail, and he didn't have a mask. He looked for all the world like a blonde biker man. "These pendant things I got from
CrapDios sabe porque me dio este cuerpo y esta almaCrap5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Dios sabe porque me hizo caminar
Entiendo las palabras en el aire
El viento me toca
Veo las estrellas a lo lejos como cualquier par de ojos
Ando, escucho, regalo letras
Letras que todos reciben
Dios sabe que significa la burbuja, este circulo
Mi hogar mi ser mi territorio
Ahora mismo pare, todo cambio se volvio negro
Lo he perdido
Me diste esperanzas
Y tuve miedo
Este es el fin de mi historia hoy
The Mom's TruthWhen you were inside your mom's tummy,The Mom's Truth5 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
The ShadowOnce the lightsThe Shadow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you fall asleep
I wake up
Your inner demon
Your other self
I am your shadow
The shadow of self
I reflect your innermost
I accomplish what you
Count to ten
One - Falling asleep
Two - Here I come
Three - Flight through the night
Four - Evil laughter
Five - Swoop through those tangled webs
What? Are you still counting?
Down to ten