Shapeshifter.Seen as one face,Shapeshifter.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Known as another,
My identity no soul can trace,
Mystery is my lover.
Puzzling the naked eye,
A trickster of disguise,
My name is no lie,
I own many faces, like the six-sided die.
But what am I you ask?
A spy existence is your reply,
I shadow your steps, behind my mask,
Nobody could recognise me, they would never try.
Shifting forms so easily,
No one could ever know me,
They don't care for strangers, not really,
But if only they could see…
I can be beauty, I can be beast,
It's beyond anyone's mind,
You mortal's atleast,
I could treat you bad, I could treat you kind.
You now see you are so blind,
I'm the same deep within,
I'm a soul you fools can never find,
A soul that shall never fit in.
A shapeshifter of darkened sin...
A Cup of Joe, Chapter 3"A Cup of Joe"A Cup of Joe, Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Written by The Descendant
Concept by Bronymian Rhapsody/Animal Man
Chapter 3: "Sugar"
Sweet Cream was literally pounding on the door by the time that Joe had even realized that he had walked to the doughnut shop.
Joe looked around, realized he was in the kitchen. Nothing was moving, none of his equipment was on, no doughnuts were being made. He looked up to the clock through bleary eyes.
Oh Celestia, it was already half-past.
He trotted to the door, making it come open with a resounding clang.
"Morning Joe, how Oh, Celestia! Oh Luna! Joe you look like you've been through the Well!"
Sweet Cream had literally recoiled upon looking at Joe, had seemed actually afraid of his customer. He leaned forward, inspecting Joe as he stood there, without apron or hat, almost as though he was seeing him for the first time.
"Joe are you alright?" asked the milkpony.
Joe looked up to him with bloodshot eyes.
"Yeah yeah, I didn't sleep well."
hearts traded for wings poemhearts traded for wings poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know where my broken angel sleeps
her wings torn and beaten
ill find her,give her my divine before her tears
let her be healed in my sacrifice
bring back her life of flight to heavens grace
let me walk in her stead
her new wings shine with my love
hearts traded for wings
take me in your arms my angel
let us dance till the skys fall and the earth is dust
A Wolf at War: Chapter 7A Wolf at WarA Wolf at War: Chapter 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7: When a Wolf Howls in the Woods…
The next few weeks with the Hakansons were… uneventful to say the least, but I was grateful for every second. I was happy to not be getting shot at and to have a peaceful place to shift and push the limits of my wolfish body. After what had happened on the ship I experimented and it was true, I could transform only certain parts of my body. Thankfully I hadn’t heard anymore voices in my head since that day on the ship, but I did have to dodge Katya and Sophia who seemed determined to drink my blood… though Sonya was quite nice to me. I had slept quite well at the mansion, not having to worry about surprise attacks or would be murderers but one night in early April I had much difficulty getting to sleep. Something just didn’t seem right, my wolf felt on edge all day but I wasn’t too worried, it had probably been because I had been cornered leaving the bathroom th
MembershipThe sliding front doors swished open as Furvus walked into one of the biggest gyms that he's ever been in. Powerfur Gym was where all of the pro heavyweight bodybuilding furs worked out and Furvus got a one-day trial membership card in the mail to check out the gym. He was still an amateur bodybuilder at this point and he wondered why he was sent the card. A very well-toned female fox was sitting behind a big counter greeting some big muscle furs as they swiped their membership cards and then headed into the gym.Membership2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Furvus walked up to the counter and the female fox looked up at him and smiled. Furvus showed her the one-day trial card. She looked at it and then at Furvus again. "Oh…so, you're not a pro bodybuilder?" Furvus shook his head in the negative. "Not yet…do I have to be to enter this gym?" The female fox shook her head in the negative. "No, but it helps…it can get pretty intimidating for non-pros in this gym." Furv
Seth - part 6Seth - part 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can I help you?" the attendant asked, smiling as I set the plastic bag on the counter. Judging by his age and the nametag he wore, this must be the owner. Great.
"I just need to return my tux," I said casually.
He glanced from me to the floor and back up to meet my eyes. A look of annoyed confusion rose to his face for a split second, only to be quickly replaced by the same polite mask as before. Although he hid it well, I could sense he was running on little sleep and could smell waves of stress rolling off him like a dense fog. I cringed inwardly at what I was about to do.
"Ok. Would you like me to have someone come out to your vehicle and grab that for you?" he responded in the same smiling, p
Glacia - (Read description first, please)Glacia - (Read description first, please)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The continent that was forgotten in time have never left the world.
Its silence were broken in small cold breezes of air
and the echo that crumbling ice fell into the depths below.
The structure was as it is several generations ago.
"What happened to everyone?"
"Some say they evacuated.. and others say they were gone without a single trace."
The answer given by your friend
As they step alongside you in this forgotten world.
Can you imagine the countless lives
and the culture itself disappearing into thin air?
It makes me sad knowing
That no one will ever know what really happened to them.
Your eyes wonder about
Seeing each structure hanging from the glacier ceiling above
The soft clicks of the heels from your shoes
Hit upon the man-made ice below
It was not as slippery as you thought
But having all this
Left to Mother Nature
Was dearly depressing
In history, the people of this once-great world of Glacia
Was of kind and gentle people
Who had nothing but greatness ahead of them
Rhyme Scheme ExtraRHYME SCHEME EXTRARhyme Scheme Extra13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one cares.
You left me
And so what I write
I don't need
Those ridiculous literary niceties
And an original idea.
Cyrano had his panache,
And I have my angst.
Oh look -
- a line break!
In normal poems, tautly timed,
The lines are stressed, worked through, and
They all end with words that kinda sound the same as the words on the previous
But measured form
Has no place here,
Being angsty poetry and
Here's test -
D a book,
Ride a bi
Watch some T
Shoot something and eat it -
...........a single line of this poem.
...........the title of this poem.
Mary Sue, Mary SchmueMARY SUE, MARY SCHMUE: WHY YOU SHOULD IGNORE THE LABELMary Sue, Mary Schmue5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Part One: It's Not As Bad As You Think
Any writer who has opened their work to criticism or posted their work on the Internet (oh wait, that's the same thing), has undoubtedly heard the term "Mary Sue." In all likelihood, you've heard this term because one of your characters has had this label thrown at them. Perhaps the fear alone of having your character turned into a dartboard for flamers has driven you to discover the definition of this term. In fact, it's likely that the fear of this label has altered your writing and characterization in some way. Has it driven you to be less shallow, and make your characters less shallow? Good! Has it driven you to think more carefully about your plot devices to make sure you're not pulling a Deus Ex Machina, and to keep a close eye on your characterization to make sure you're not derailing any of their personalities? Good! Has it driven you to b
Paul Henry Wolf: How to be a better wolfPaul Henry was a freshfur in high school. However, even though he was so and usually freshfurs get picked on by the seniors, none of them messed with Paul Henry. He was big in muscle and very strong. He could out bench press any of the toughest members of the football team and could out wrestle any members of the varsity wrestling team. He trained religiously in the gym with his father, DJ, Andre, Chet and other muscle furs and he put on solid muscle quick. He loved working out and, like DJ, had a love of mechanics and spent time with DJ at DJ's bike shop working on bikes and motorcycles in his spare time. However, Paul Henry also had a mean streak and got into many fights at school. It did not take much to set him off and this is something that his parents worried very much about him. Paul Henry was getting to be a real pawfull for the school also. With the fact that his mom teaches at the school as a math teacher, this did not help matters. Paul Henry basically thought thatPaul Henry Wolf: How to be a better wolf2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
An Utgard campfire taleFor slaves, the days in Utgard were long and tiresome. The orcs and goblins worked them hard and made little difference between adults and children. It was no different in Ranto’s Keep. And yet, at the same time, it was entirely different.An Utgard campfire tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the end of a warm summer evening. A large bonfire was burning in the middle of the compound. Ranto and Kulta came out of the main building and stared down at the fire below from the observation porch. After only a moment, Ranto nodded slightly and Kulta went down to the fire. About three dozen pups, mostly dressed in rags, loincloths or worse, were standing around the fire. They stopped their pushing and play fighting and made room for the goblin warrior to get through.
Kulta looked around at the many young faces. It had already been a few years since his father Ranto had decided to follow this new path, but it still felt weird. Most of the pups were gobis and young goblins, some of them not much younge than he was himself. But they were
And Why?Why, if you love meAnd Why?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't we be together?
And why, if we're lovers
Can't you commit?
And why, if I know you
Won't you open up?
And why, if I understand
Won't you lean on me?
And why, if the sex is great
Won't you give it emotions?
And why, if it can work
Won't you let it?
And why, if it sparks
Can't it burn?
And why, if I'm good
Can't I be good enough?
And why, if it hurts
Does it have to hurt so much?
Dry Clean OnlyDry Clean Only9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is nothing on earth I abhor more than laundry day. It is the eater of a thousand productive hours, the devourer of days on end. Each moment of procrastination, from the point at which you first start looking very carefully at a shirt that any rational person would discredit as dirty, to the point where you no longer have any other underwear to turn inside out feeds the beast, waiting for that enviable day off, when you naively think to yourself:
"Well, I've got a little time to kill, might as well do a little laundry."
Next thing you know, it's 10 years later and the man who used to be the kid next door is going through your pockets, and has already taken the time to write "GONAD" on your forehead in sharpie, and the most interesting thing about you, is your bumper stickers.
Save a cow, eat a vegetarian
My wife's other car is a broom
Osama loves your SUV
Laundry day has consumed your youth.
Multiply your dread by ten if you have to leave the sanctity of your house to launder your
PupnappedFurvus made his way around the inside of the crumbling building. He was in his police uniform and he was searching for a pup who was trapped someplace inside. The building could collapse at any moment, but Furvus was determined to find him. His ears perked up as he heard some whimpering coming from near him. "Hello…where are you? I'm here to help." The whimpering grew a bit closer to him. "H…help…down here!" Furvus kneeled down some and saw a young pup under a big metal beam. The beam was leaning some onto some slabs of concrete that could give at any moment and crush the little pup. Furvus knew that he had to act fast. "Okay…calm down and I'll get you out soon okay?" The pup looked on in fear. Furvus took notice of the shirt that the pup was wearing. "Hey…I like your shirt…it shows me off very well." On the shirt was an image of the comic book superhero Power Wolf who did kind of resemble FurvusPupnapped2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Paul Henry Wolf: ChangeThe first day back at school after his week of boot camp with Lenester was going pretty good for Paul Henry, though he was still pretty achy from all of the exercise that he did and the drills and such that he was put through. It was strange to him though that he still needed to work off some energy, so after school he did just that by working out at the school’s gym where the football team worked out. Even though his body ached some, he still felt the need to do some lifting and to his surprise, he did so pretty well. He even bench pressed a bit more than he had done so just about a week back and he was feeling a tad stronger for some reason. It was a strange feeling, but he shrugged it off.Paul Henry Wolf: Change2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
After about a half an hour, Paul Henry headed to a locker in the locker room to retrieve his book bag and gym bag when a rather chubby bear carrying a trash can hurried by Paul Henry, nearly knocking him over. “Lenard…watch where you are going big b
322010.i want to be a cigarette.322010.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because every time your hands stumble across one, you wrap your fingers tightly around it. your eyes show a sense of salvation, a sense of oh-God,-i've-wanted-you-for-so-long. with a flick of your fingers, it lights up a smile as bright as the sun.
Darwin's War: Chapter 1:Darwin’s WarDarwin's War: Chapter 1:2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“The Conspiracy That Started It All”
“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.” Charles Darwin.
“Will you hand me that screwdriver, Jonathan?” Charles asked as he reached back while remaining focused on the DNA Collider.
“I prefer to be called Jon, Charles.” Jon said flatly as he handed Charles the screwdriver.
“Of course I know that! I also know that you hate it when I call you Jonathan.” Charles said teasingly.
Jon just rolled his eyes.
“There! That should do it!” Charles said triumphantly. He then stood up and asked, “Now, where is this ‘Tanner’ kid? We can’t test the DNA Collider without a test subject.”
“I don’t know, he should’ve been here already…” Jon said doubtfully. He then turned to Charles and asked,
The Key (AU Prime)Legend:The Key (AU Prime)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Roll Out!"- Talk
What did you say?- Thought
"*Can you read me now?*"- Comm-link and radio
“Hey! Darby!” called Vince from below. “I want this place spotless when I get back in the morning!”
The dark haired teen just watched the red head march out the hanger door, scoffed moments after the door closed and resumed mopping the platform. He dragged the mop with hard strokes as he muttered to himself.
“‘I’m head of Junior Division, Silas himself gave this position, so you gotta do what I say. It’s ‘have to do as I say’, sir. ‘Like I care what you think, Darby, just do your work! Clean up this place for tomorrow, it’s all you’re good for. Pfft! Like I want your job.”
He walks around the platform back to his mop bucket to ring out the wet tool. He paused here and looked over the side down a
Alexander - LiesI saw you there last nightAlexander - Lies9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't think you ever saw me, watching you and him on the balcony.
Standing in the dark
That general of yours. What was his name? Hephaistion, I think it was. I could never understand why you would prefer that man to me, your wife. Why was it that you married me, then, instead of living out your pathetic life with an equally pathetic lover?
You were acting so in love
I still can't really bring myself to call you that, though. You're my husband. My Alexander. Brave, strong, noble, like Achilles and Herakules, myths of old. Just like the hero you aspire to be. And yet, you look at him with such longing. Such lust.
With your hand upon his heart
"There are many ways to love, Roxane." You tell me reassuringly. How can I believe you? He placed a ring on your finger. Is this not matrimony? You pull him close to you, closer than I have ever been. Is this not love?
But you were just friends
You're friends, as you so mild
PrometheusLet it burn.Prometheus7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it all burn.
let us burn down the houses and burn
down the past.
Forget where we came from,
abandon our lives,
Haunted and broken,
for tonight we're alive.
Let all beauty burn.
the house is a blazing shell.
a tin lantern,
a fire box.
(I said kiss me, you're beautiful. These truly are the last days)
A Sea of Starfishhold your breath insideA Sea of Starfish7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
your lungs so tight you forget
to let it out and struggle,
suffocate on your own stale air.
winch your eyes shut -
more, more, crinkle them
together til they ache and
dig your nails into
your palm and
forget to cut them, bite
them instead; keep them
sharp and ragged,
jagged and infectious.
this is your resolve,
you will live.
you will survive.
but there are some things
you will not do.
You are seven years old.
You are seven years old and dreaming, pictures dancing and leaping behind your eyelids, dynamic and sensitive. A smile curls the corner of your pouty child's mouth; beneath it, your teeth are strong and white.
The dream changes.
You are seven years old and your family is gone, blood on your hands and blood on your heart. You are just like all the rest, indifferent; only this time your indifference does not kill families in a far-off country who speak a language that you don't know, that have names and places and stories y
DensityTell me, lover, how the flooded sky peals the soul's vengeance,Density8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the churning of autumn and echoing footfalls on the stairwell
with dusk tasting like our kisses in their eager, sanguine
Fearful of depths, I fled your embrace to fall swooning,
each glance a brush of laden finishing, a heart-heresy.
Yesterday I sealed the last box, wiping my brow and wearing
those sage, harried conversations
as only a crushed kite with torn webbing can muster
in the face of distance.
Now, when I smile at you, there are only waves ebbing
across sandbars and our twilights.
_Heartsong_a prayer of praiseWho am I before you God. Nothing._Heartsong_a prayer of praise10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am naked before your Holiness, I lie in my dispair and sin, I cannot fathom
I need your help.
Oh God I love You, Your truth surrounds me.
THe winds whisper of your love, the trees bow down at every breeze,.
The very oceans symphony applauds your beauty, the corals paint their love
for you in the placid depths.
The clouds are pierced by the Your suns ethereal rays, in silence they wander
the pathways of the heavens, to what ever home they fall.
The dance of rain upon the hills, or the rippling of the grassy plains
still show the splendor of your Heart.
Everything in truth I desire you have,
True love, all things pure... a thousand sunsets in eternities haven,
To wander the stars with my Eternal Father. To gaze upon the birth of an eternal soul,
To see the radiance of You.
To sit down in perfect peace, and cry upon Your shoulder.
To live my life to the fullest without failing you, again...
I have hope because of you.
For the day comes when