Dinmoney as a superheroDinmoney as a superhero5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Codename: The Hunter
Birthplace: Brea, CA
Current Location: Long Beach, CA
Along with the ability of super agility, dinmoney found that he also possesses an incredibly strange gift. He has the ability to create weapons suited to the purpose at hand out of anything in his environment. For example, if to slay the fell beasts he needs, say, a chainsaw sword, or whatever, then the different types of ore in the area bend to his subconscious will and create said weapon. He can not control what weapons are made, but the ones that are made by his subconscious are always appropriate to the situation (even if he doesn't alw
Unite for Freedom Part IIMonster Hunter I: Unite for FreedomUnite for Freedom Part II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Four years later
[Cut to a large town, known as Kimbolo. It is similar to Hisito - the shape and build of the structures and roads and the general layout and design share the same basic design and pattern - except there is much more of it. It reaches much further up the mountainside than Hisito and boasts a much larger area of agriculture. It is South-facing but this does not stop snow from covering the village in a thick blanket.]
[In one room in one hut on the Northern outskirts of the village sleeps a girl. Her name is Vonara. One of the windows to the room has been left
Idea for a comic 2 storyIdea for a comic 2 story2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Two world meet
(Story idea for a comic/manga)
It has been more than 2 millennia since technology has all but stomped magic out from society by calling it barbaric arts and antiquated.
As a result all things magic hid away underground, pushed away by a world that no longer wanted anything to do with it.
Even if they left, there was a extremist group that hated the idea of magic and vowed to root it out and eliminate it they called themselves as "purists of the world", they hunted down magical beings and even put a bounty on them.
However, there was a family of scientists that believed in the possibilities of magic and scie
Love Thy SelfLove Thy Self2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love Thy Self
...one love, one heart
I am You, You are Me
We are One, Parts of the Whole,
Many Spirits, In a Single Ocean,
A Massive Soul, Kingdom of Hearts.
I am this Way, As you Wanted Me,
I am this Way, As I chose to Be,
You are that Way, As I Desired,
You are that Way, As you Wish to Be.
We are Reflections, Crafted by Duality,
If I Love Myself, I Love You,
If You Love Me, You Love Yourself,
We are Bound, Minds Entwined.
For who can Hope to Love Another, Whom cannot Love Themselves,
In the End, You are Home all Along,
Searching for what is Already There, Within Yourself,
That is how you Find, The Face of True Love.
'South' Ch5 A.J - Day Dream'South' Ch5 A.J - Day Dream1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
INT. GIRLS DORM
The room of A.J and Minami is filled with steam. A.J sits on
her bed, playing with the clouds of steam, a dreamy smile on
her face and her song notebook on her lap. Minami enters the
room, fresh out of her shower. She is only dressed in her
bra and underwear. She leans against the doorway, smiling
lovingly at A.J. A.J stupidly grins back at Minami. Minami
then goes to walk towards her bed, now seemingly lost in
thought. Slapping her notebook shut, A.J gets up off her
Burner bioBurner bio4 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Real Name: Burner Ked Nick Names: Burner, Hot Boy,
Height: 26 Age: 5 Hair: bald Eyes: brown
Strength: 7 Speed: 4 Agility: 5 Intelligence: 6 Energy: 10 Heat Factor: 10
Streets is hot.
Burner is known for making the spot hot. One of the most powerful heroes in his age group, Burner is the master of the Blaze style of martial arts, which allows him to create and control fire at will. Using his abilities for good helps him to overcome the stigma of his father being a super-villain. Because of Burners tendency to keep it krunk, most people assume he is rash and hotheaded. Howe
50 consejos para artistas50 consejos para artistas4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
50 consejos para artistas:
1.Compra siempre productos no tóxicos, que no sean chinos.
2.El lugar donde vayas a trabajar procura que todo este ordenado.
3.Si compras lápices de colores guárdalos en un lugar seguro y evita que se te caigan.
4.Siempre ponle tapón a tus pilotos, y cerciórate de que estén bien cerrados, ya que se secan.
5.Si es posible, ponle fecha a tus dibujos, así día a día verás cuanto has avanzado.
6.Si compras óleo o acrílicos fíjate en la fecha de caducidad.
7.Dependiendo de la técnica que vayas a usar compra el papel especial para cada una.
Never Knows BestOne last cigaretteNever Knows Best4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The moments you can't forget
As you lay awake and dream like never before
You know that in your life for sure
You never know best
Staring into space
Straight at the moon's face
Smoke fills the air
Ash falls on the armchair
You never know best
Could be better
Could be worse
Not everyone leaves the world
Inside a hearse
Could be great
Could be hell
For those who have no faith
They never know best
WaitingWaitingWaiting4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one is living we are all merely existing.
We all all waiting waiting for more.
For more then this life can offer.
we always wait even till the end.
We are always waiting for something
that we think is in store.Yet deep
down we know that there is nothing.
But waiting waiting for ever more.
Yet we wait.We Wait for god for
love and for freedom and for pleaser.
Why we wait we do not know.
Yet we will wait till we are forever below.
Dog FightThe sun beat down upon him as he sweated in this pit turned ring. His fur was matted down on to his flesh, mixed with loose dirt and blood, his own and his opponents. Pluto wiped his brow again, and then flicked his arm down at the earth. The perspiration came off in a stream.Dog Fight6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Four opponents down. The challengers came in one by one. The gate would open and the next opponent would charge forth. All were clad in a mish-mash of armor and all had chosen a weapon from the staging area. All that was, but him. He panted with exhaustion, hoping that this last fight would be the final battle. He'd been shoved into the ring from another entrance
Loreley PrologueLoreley Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We all sat around the fireplace big eyes and out mouth's open. Old grandmother Willow was about to tell us a story.
"Story time!" Yelled my brother Timmy.
My three sister and two younger brothers sat waiting for grandmother Willow to begin. As for me I stood by the window with my arms across my chest staring out to sea. Slowly grandmother Willow sat down in her old oak chair and smiled at us.
"What kind of story do you want to hear tonight?"
"A love story!" Cooed my twin sister, the little one to shy to speak.
"A sea story." Timmy screamed jumping up.
I snorted and ran my hand through my hair. Being the oldest I never bel
My Eyes Were Always Looking At YouDo you see him?My Eyes Were Always Looking At You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where? Describe him.
Okay. Well he's really handsome.
Oh. . .
He's a lot taller than me and
he makes fun of me because of that.
Now his laugh always makes me smile.
I love how he knows what to say to me to make me laugh
My friends don't think he's worth it
but I know for a fact he's perfect.
I love him more than anything.
He sounds great. . .
And you know what else?
Falkagur Ch.1 Falkagur. That was the name my parents gave me. Not a particularly special name with any hidden meaning. No, it was an average name. But I wanted it to mean something. I wanted that name to be known. I wanted people to scream that name, the word rolling off their tongue as they turned their happy faces to the sky. I wanted to be a hero. Yes, Falkagur could be a heroic name.Falkagur Ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And so it came to be that the name Falkagur was known. Even now, I cannot pass through a town without being known. I cannot purchase food at a normal price, for the vendors all recognize me and insist upon discou
Experimental Short: Passed CurfewThey were the children of a twilight neighbourhood, darkness their goal, street lamps their guide into star scattered adventure.Experimental Short: Passed Curfew3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The daylight cradled a world of strip-mall guards, supervision and no-ball-game signs. But when the cinnamon sky came and fell to blue and grey, then black, freedom leapt from the dark side of the Earth and their shadows joined with that nightly revolution.
My Ass Looks Like A Donkey (Poem)My ass looks like a donkey,My Ass Looks Like A Donkey (Poem)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my donkey is an ass,
Somebody sold me wrongly,
An he was upper class,
So I went back down the market,
To get my money back,
Now I've forgotten were I parked it,
As my head is really slack.
Now someone's nicked me donkey,
But they've really pinched me ass,
They've stole my morning glory,
Now I've got no ass, or, brass.
If I find that conning dealer
I'll throw him in the dung,
Cause he's a conning breeder,
An I'm the one he stung,
As me ass looks like a donkey,
But me donkey is an ass,
I've been down the market stables,
Looking for the sod,
As he really turned the tables,
Thinking he was god
Please Mr Cannibal Don't Eat Me (Poem)Mr Cannibal please don't eat me, as I don't taste very nice,Please Mr Cannibal Don't Eat Me (Poem)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This hot waters giving me boils and I'm allergic to the rice,
And all these diced up carrots, are making me feel sick,
But he just adds another pinch of salt, saying, "That will do the trick!,",
Ho!, Mr Cannibal please don't eat me, as I think my bum boil's popped,
But he keeps right on cutting, till all the vegetables are chopped.
Now the temperature starts rising and the broth is smelling sweet,
Come now Mr Cannibal I'm not what your supposed to eat,
I came to teach the bible and tell you of my god,
When you said stay for dinner, I thought maybe chips and cod,
Dia DDia D1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Auto-limpieza de superpoblación" le digo yo.
Pero se le podría decir de muchas otras maneras.
"Apoptosis" es otro término que recuerdo y viene al caso: se trata el proceso biológico cuando un organismo juzga a una de sus células demasiado enferma o afectada para seguir viviendo, a riesgo de que su material genético inadecuado contamine el resto del organismo, este pone en marcha un mecanismo de autodestrucción en la célula. Una se sacrifica para evitar que su influencia afecte al resto. Una "muerte programada" sutil manera de decir "suicidio celular".
Pero todo termina en lo mismo: un sujeto inadecuado muere para salvar a sus congén
Sabiduria del AbueloSabiduria del Abuelo3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Malhumorado como siempre, despertaba a cada nuevo día, una expresión de fastidio en su rostro y un sombrero hongo en la cabeza, clásico, rojo intenso con pintitas blancas. El gris que debía contenerse detrás de su ventana se colaba como un largo brazo de niebla o humo de auto, que serpeando con sensualidad fatal, buscara llevarlo de la nariz al suicidio.
El cuarto estaba oscuro, casi negro y sin embargo veía.
Otro día más de lo mismo, otro día más de lo mismo
Cada mañana al despertar, maldecía su suerte y a la ironía cruel del tiempo, que parecía dilatarse como
y la luna se lo llevoHoy tenía el turno de noche que liado estaba entoncesy la luna se lo llevo4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hacía mucho frio nada de comer ojala tuviera unos melones
Pero solo tenemos hongos me siento algo mediocre
Un segundo me distraje algo suena en plena media noche
Tomo mi lanza, y voy algo asustado
Todavía escucho las ramas, estos árboles continúan bailando
Me pongo en un arbusto espero no ser detectado
Y mis ojos se iluminan, la luna, hoy me está alumbrando
Un cachorro de lobo, está allí tirado
Qué diablos hago lo salvo ¿o corro asustado?
Mejor me lo ll
blancablanca4 years ago in General More Like This
La veo allí, descansando sobre la hierba blanqueada por cristales de agua, y ella misma desprende un brillo plateado a causa de estos. Pareciera que la naturaleza ha querido honrar a este ángel porque se ha formado una aureola sobre su cabeza, constituida de hojas y ramas blancas.
Y es así como la encuentro, blanca, impoluta, brillante, pura, irradiando una luz como la luna llena y, como esta, remota, distante y fría.
La veo allí y siento que está descansando, durmiendo un sueño del que despertará tarde o temprano. Deseo recostar su cabeza sobre mis rodillas y acariciar su cabellera, que debió s