Alpha Tactics: Chapter 02Alpha Tactics: Chapter 026 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rating: Mature (eventually)
Genre(s): Fantasy, Yaoi
Warnings: Violence, Slavery, eventually sex, and possibly other things...
The opening Birthday Ceremony was always such a boring affair. And Prince Reynard was quickly loosing patience with the entire long painful process.
It seemed that no matter how many hands he shook or how many ambassadors he greeted that there were always 20 more waiting to bombard him with fake pleasantries and dull, unimportant conversation. And none of them had anything more interesting to say than the one before.
Only years of strict social training managed to keep the blond prince from ordering the whole lot of them tossed out of the castle so that he might be saved from an evening of power plays veiled in polite dry socializing. The thought was so terribly tempting, though.
Sometimes Reynard really hated the position he was born into. Given the choice, he would much rather have spent his birthday
A+C chapter 2Chapter two: Getting straightA+C chapter 26 years ago in Humor More Like This
Camael hadnt even realized they had reached the car as he went over some of the things he had said in the past to his partner. He recalled when they first met or rather when he was suspended and told he would be working on earth with a partner until his attitude improved. Of course how could any of them have understood what he had felt after the Holymassis? He felt betrayed and paranoid of the few remaining Princi and with good reason. He was angry, so very angry; being that he was of the lower Step he could feel a wider variety of emotions than the higher Step, like Seraphim who could only comprehend perfect love.
The moment they brought Apolon to him, he was infuriated. He could not believe they would partner him with a Princi after what he had been through. He had been the one to banish them, the one who sent his brothers and sisters out to battle against the onslaught of fallen warriors. The anger he felt frightened him then and it still did. It
A+C chapter 4Chapter 4: CaughtA+C chapter 46 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Camille! Oh my God, I cant believe you live next door to my parents, small world huh? How come you never called me back about the date? Stephaney asked as Camael stood in shock. His eyes flew to the house, making sure that Apolon wasnt watching them. Well uh I was so busy, I meant to call you back but you know how life can be. Camael lied but now he would have to give an answer on the date So ? Is it a yes or a no? Stephaney asked cocking her head; she had a lovely smile but not like Apolons
Camael shook his head and tried to pretend he didnt just think that. Yes, I would like that. He said and cleared his throat; his eyes flew to the window again. Awesome. Stephaney said then followed his eyes. what, is your wife watching us or something? She asked suddenly, it brought his attention back to her wicked grin. No I mean, I am no
Alpha Tactics: Chapter 00 - 01Alpha Tactics: Chapter 00 - 016 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rating: Mature (eventually)
Genre(s) : Fantasy, Yaoi
Pairing(s) : Valko and Reynard (possibly others later...)
Warnings: Violence, Slavery, eventually sex, and possibly other things...
The sharp crack of the fighters leg breaking was drowned out by the bloodthirsty cheers of the crowd that surrounded the fighting ring. Scores of humans coming to watch the bloody battle of life and death played out exclusively for their entertainment.
From a distance the fighter might almost have passed for a human himself; a lean male figure with pale skin and shaggy blond hair. But even from a distance the round furry ears and long slender tail gave him away for what he truly was; a hybrid, a strange mix of man and animal. From closer up the differences became even more distinct. Yellowish discoloration and black cheetah spots painted its way in patches over his skin, sharp claws, fangs, and luminous golden eyes that were anything but human.
The crowd watc
Freak on a leashFreak out to a scrounging tuneFreak on a leash6 years ago in Other More Like This
Pumping blood and full moon
As talk obliged from those who swoom
Awaiting an expected doom
But no, we're here
No end is near
A heart bleeds me
Amongst a cooling wind
Amid a pale draft
Yield the imaginary lane
Leads to no where
No place, no care
Why go there?
Because it's all the same
No-thing to name or blame or tame...
You, a chaotic cringe of a being
Step up and say you love me
Step up and say you care
As I merge through your blank stare
Word DoodleWord doodleWord Doodle6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
such a dilletante
to try to flaunt
a verbal taunt
at her crazy aunt -
who does she think she's fooling?
In her space so plush
Aunt makes a sailor blush
Deb's head's all a-rush --
Just another victim who walks away drooling
BlindI was blind.Blind4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not in my eyes, but in my heart. I never fully understood what my child was becoming until it was too late, far too late. There were signs, of course, hints of her true nature, but I was blinded by the love I felt for this child who had become my own.
Blinded. Blinded by love, blinded by beauty, blinded by the utter wickedness of this sweet little girl.
Looking back, I curse myself for not realizing sooner what she truly was. It all seems so obvious now. But thenthenwhen she was growing upit was not so. For who would suspect that such a pretty little girl could be planning such things?
And she was a very pretty little girl. I would dote on her for hours, placing jewels round her neck and ribbons in her hair. I adored her hair. It was long, and smooth, and shiny brown, and I would sit with her by the fireplace and comb it long into the evening.
Once, as I was doing this, she twisted in my arms and faced me. "Mama," she said, in that sweet voice that all yo
A Hymn Along the MarshesO rolls of thunder,A Hymn Along the Marshes4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hear my cries,
And carry them to
O torrential rains,
Part the sea,
And wash away
This sin that buries me.
O bright lighting,
Bold and true,
Strike me with the courage
That possesses you.
O heavens above,
Pure and right,
Just give me the strength
To last the night.
O gracious stars,
Gyrating above my head,
Promise to light the way
Until I lay dead.
O honest winds,
To whom my secrets I entrust,
Carry my prayers
Until I am dust.
O precious ground,
Firm beneath my feet,
Help me stand proud
Though I am weak.
Pure and true,
Let me just once
Again find you.
TheaterThis theater is empty,Theater4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the void of its auditorium is a dark, dark place.
Cigarette embers lie like fluorescent roses on top of dusty carpets, forming constellations of golden threads smoldering into oblivion.
I'm a broken statue that eternally observes the movements of lingering ghosts, clandestine twirling of unspeakable curses that roll of the tongue of a great stormy wind captured inside this forsaken cinema.
These chambers are forgotten,
there's something about nothingness - how comfortable it becomes bestowed upon one.
This theater is empty,
and wishes to stay that way.
nature's lovely lienever think you are right.nature's lovely lie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are wrong
the day you are born human.
it is unnatural
for love to be people
who are so close
while all the time hate each other
we are mistaking
this silly game of mating.
but our ears are buzzed
and our eyes are stained
with freckles and chest muscles
and butterfly lips fragile
on the face
in the heat of night
tousled hair and
this is nature
with the best lie
it's ever told.
you are two school-crossed
like the dark
to a moth
i used to love you
but she wants you
and you want to be inside her
in your bridal bed reminiscing
on your childhood.
maybe you'll remember
that time we escaped
from the movie theater
into cool fall rain
and you dragged me into
a little shed in front of
the home depot.
and we kissed
pushing up against the dusty plywood
and we froze
each time the headlights of a car
would fill our hideout.
i smile thinking i told you
i only did it because
you had volunteered
at the hau
anaplasiaanaplasia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
conspiring their exodus
clamoring for the cool negligence
lost tongues in long weeping throats
glut of heartmatter
alabaster, pollen, necrotic silk
i'll empty their blasphemies
from broken tusks
spilling the elocution of bliss
so it does not reach the dead.
Beyond Your soul- chp1 to 3Beyond Your soul- chp1 to 34 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Beyond your soul
Chapter I: Dark Loneliness
The drops of rain were sounding against the ceiling.
Only the tenuous light that was crossing through the windows was the only thing that was illuminating the sacrarium. Where she looked at, those big religious statues were accompanying her lugubriously in her sorrow. She cried in an attempt to avoid looking into the place where his inert body laid, that one that she loved. Nevertheless, in occasions she tried to look a little bit to check that nothing of this was true; she wanted to believe that he was still by her side.
Now, she was weak because of her grief, cursing the terrible end that life gave him. Her sadness was preventing her from acting as usual. She looked pale, since she was lacking appetite. She looked like a living dead.
After so much lament and misery, her body was increasingly weak, until she remained slept in the sit of that sad place. In her deep dream, she listened how two voices wer
Not An Average Ga-Matoran Ch3Not an Average Ga-Matoran Chapter 3Not An Average Ga-Matoran Ch34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rauf looked down at the Ga-Matoran with a dark grin.... as he circled around her.
"So you're Alaya? Are you?" He began while getting a good look at her, she said nothing but nod in response."Where are you from?Do you know anything about the temple ruins?"
"The temple was the only home I've had known other than that I have no memory at all...."Alaya retorted not bothering to look at him.
After hearing that statement, Rauf walked over to the desk and sat down on a chair made of solid protodermis. The white/black Makuta started writing on his tablet about what the Matoran had just told him. He was more focused on the tablet,than on the Matoran.
Alaya had a chance! She tilted her head a little with her yellow eyes focused on right on Rauf, she started controlling his mind making him carve a drawing on it.
When the Makuta came to his senses he gasped in shock he set the tablet down, on the other side of the table stood Alaya poi
First Day of KindergartenI like to eat cereal,First Day of Kindergarten4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh yes, It is true,
But instead of dousing it with milk,
I cover mine with glue!
I eat my cereal with a side of crayons,
Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get some from my friend Pam.
I can't wait to go to school,
And learn lots of brand new things.
Like reading, writing, arithmatic,
And how to make bird wings.
I'm so excited yes, I am,
It will be such fun,
To meet my friends both old and new,
and maybe some odd ones!
Brutaka's Game: Ch 4Brutaka’s Game Ch. 4Brutaka's Game: Ch 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mr. Petrik, Mackenzie, and Kyle walked through a large expanse of grassland. A few hundred yards ahead stood a forest.
“I’m hungry.” murmured Kyle.
“We all are.” Petrik replied exhaustingly. “I’m sure we’ll find wild berries or something.”
After a few more minutes of walking, Mackenzie thought she heard something coming up from behind. She spun around and noticed a small speck coming towards them and fast.
“Mr. Petrik!” she cried.
The teacher turned around and saw the foreign object approaching. From what he could make out, it looked just like the robotic creature they saw yesterday.
“Run!” he shouted.
They all sprinted toward the forest. A faint hum began to surround them. As it grew, the creature flew right past them and planted its feet on the ground, cutting them off.
MedusaMedusa8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her half closed eyes could still
hypnotise, and draw the uninitiated
to the vortex of her hunger
no matter what was done to her.
The tendrils of her desire
could set fire to one's reason,
flowing out and around,
entangling and pulling down
while her body offered up all
one could imagine in its siren call,
appearing so meek as she turned away,
appealing in her weakness if you stayed.
Looking deep, you might see the danger,
though nothing of how you feel.
She would take what you'd bring to her
and give no quarter, and cut no deal.
zzznight's limbo is retrospective,zzz4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lights whim & akimbo and the shadows are epileptic
but stiller than still this is me leaning on my windowsill,
testing nonsleep's nimble rim till I tumble upwards etched & wrenched come early morn,
thinking what my wallclock must think of time & I
hounding sane, sound sounds, dreaming of the brick tongues of fireflies
and the many realms of the weather.
have you ever tried miming a dialogue with a handheld moment
only to find its spasm as warm as a cat's ninth life?
and that the past that the present has passed is a limber lie
from the moment your eyes pretend to memorize it?
well, sorry, I don't speak eyeese. if I try it's all wink & wheeze until language comes along.
at least then I know what to call it, one of its manyshaped names.
that's what monologue gets you, negotiations with pieslices of time
till your throat is dry & spidery and you're dying to be tired
but the glow attracts litt
Music Is YouMusic Is You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Music is the melody for feelings
The symphony for secrets
The lyrics for love
Music is the way your eyes shine,
the way your lips touch mine,
your voice harmonizing over time
You're all that I think about
And all that I dream about
How did I ever live without
your beautiful eyes?
They're my demise
With the music running through me
I have to go to you and just be
Baby, be my melody<3
Brutaka's Game 2: Ch10Brutaka's Game 2: Ch102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Brutaka's Game Ch 10
Janet stirred in her sheets. She heard soft shuffling and occasionally some light clangs and bangs. She turned over and the sound stopped. A few seconds later the sounds returned. While one side of her face was buried in her pillow the other side was left exposed for whatever prank Sarah had for her.
"Is she even planning something at all?" She wondered. Her exposed eye opened very slightly, just enough that she could see what's going on and still look asleep. It was dark, yet a beam of soft light from the porthole indicated that sunrise was about to begin. Even after a few seconds adjusting to the light all she saw was a brown mass with spikes. She opened her eye a little wider and saw it was Klandaz. His body was crouched down and appeared to be searching for something. Janet slowly moved her head as close to the edge of the bed as possible. Only then could she see him searching through Sarah's backpack.
He wasn't frantic in his search but seemed to be ver
Me and My Shadowi.Me and My Shadow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias. Even here, leaves abound, draped over the fuzz-curves of his figure as he soaks up the moonlight. Papa's soft voice turns my gaze to the moon. Remember, Carlos, our shadows are but imprints of the moon. Remember the Eclipse. I shiver and hold onto an acacia branch. I'm careful not to let my shadow near the shoreline where sea meets sand. That's why acacias are aquatic; they drowned their fate with the sea, Papa says. We cannot, we must not let it be our shadow's fate. We are nothing without our shadows. And yet the tide sweeps towards my toes as the moon charioteers across the silver nightscape. I leap back onto the thorns, onto the blue leaves and pray my shadow seeks dry ground. Sometimes he doesn't pay attention.
My shadow ripples to the privacy of the umbrellas. Some aquatic acacias were born like that, shaped like the human plastic as though it would dispel their liquefied sin. I think about joining him, bu
Self-PonderI am an artist with many dimensions,Self-Ponder4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An actor, photographer, writer,
All arts must hold my inventions
No other way could be righter.
Each day with some new thing I tinker,
Some song, or a drawing - translation?...
Or essays, 'cause I'm also a thinker
Given a slight provocation.
Yet looking through my deviations,
Small things coated with lacquer,
The reason for this exploration's
I'm secretly quite a big slacker.
TFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDETFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Transformers AlterVerse Drabble 04: Operation Rescue Eagle One Prelude
(Note: The drabbles take place in a series of time frames after TFAV Chapter Arraignment and Answers and before the TFAV Chapter named Rescue Prez)
"President Whitemore has been captured by Russian Forces. Use of him and cabinet as hostages and leverage is inevitable. Revise Request: Send all Autobot Alliance as well as FSOF, NEST and GI JOE Strike Teams to retreive High Priority Target. This is of utmost importance. Failure is not an option."
- Autobot Alliance Pulsewave Communiqué to all Autobot Alliance and Allied forces, 2 days before the launch of Operation Rescue Eagle One.
Year 2010 A.D._
Somewhere in the Middle East_
G.I. J.O.E. (Global Integrated Joint Operations Entity) The Pit_
2 days ago_
Hawk - 'I want reports now! We have to have all our plans in order."
Duke: All the Joes were prepped and ready, but unfortunately we cannot s