Echoing, Chapter 1: SickEchoing, Chapter 1: Sick4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hod was up to his knees in a snowdrift when the first wave of nausea hit him. He dropped his rifle and landed on one knee, catching his breath in surprise. All around him was silent snowfall and the quiet movements of the snow cats in the hills all around. The one he'd had in his sights stopped and turned to stare him down before sauntering off into Winterspring's freezing north.
The troll man sat back on his heels and picked the gun back up. The sickness in his gut twisted slowly and then eased away without so much as a ghost twinge. "Perhaps those rations were a bit too old for eating," he muttered, getting gingerly back to his feet and trudging deeper into the snowy woods. The flakes sifting through the air seemed to eat the sound of his voice as it left his lips in a cloud of steam. He paused to check his bearings once again, and went on alone.
He had left his faithful warp stalker at Everlook's stables, c
A GirlA girl can only take so muchA Girl8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
before she takes her life
she doesn't need to think about it
she just needs that knife
but he's already done so much
to kill her inside
his words like poison
not caring if he's the reason she died
its all his fault
he should feel so guilty
he said he loved her
making her go crazy
he told her exactly what she wanted to hear
but he never bothered saying what was true
then one day he just broke her heart
with 3 simple words 'I hate you'
the meaning was something she knew
she felt it all her life
but pain was all she felt
when she sat holding that knife
but this time it wasn't meant for her wrist
it was for something that he stole
she whispered 'i hate you too'
and brought the knife to her soul
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: X-Men: Evolution "X-23 (2003)"
Voiced by: Tara Strong
Theme song: ???
Alternate costume: Classic X-23
Stage: Bio Plant Disaster (Shared with Marrow)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Ankle Slice QCF + M
Charged Ankle Slice QCF + Hold M
Decapitating Slice QCF + H
Charged Decapitating Slice QCF + Hold H
Aerial Axe Kick
Crescent Scythe DP + P
Mirage Feint QCB + P
_Sweep The Floor
_Crouching Toe Stabs
_Raging Bull Rush
Rage Trigger QCF + PP
Weapon X's Revenge
Silent Kill QCB + PP + S
Alpha: Stabbing Claws
Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Almost everyone has heard of Angels and Demons. Despite the ancient Pact, which suggested that they would have to always get along, they are just too different. Their wars shake the Earth, rattle the stars of Heaven and boil the magma hidden within Hell. And, unless the Inbetween step in, the Divine and Cursed beings will bring us to the end of the world.
The Inbetween are the peace keepers among these beings. Where Angels are pure good and Demons ultimate evil, an untainted Inbetween has no choice but to be neutral. When tainted, an Inbetween is a deadly force for whichever side they have joined. However, the only way to taint one is to either have them gaze upon a Divine being or have them meet the eyes of a heavily-tainted mortal.
Once, long ago, there was the War of the Angels. This was an Earth-shaking event, though it didn't actually happen on the Earth. The War of Angels, which was Angels versus Demons, occurred in the Inbetween. The Inbetween is somewhere in the middle, roughly
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,On Ayala3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.
The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their heads
to lift the forest heart with secret songs.
And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,
attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,
accepting tribute, as is their just due.
A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,
lie cold and white, until the time shall come
to rise again and fly beyond the mists
in service to the King Returned. But now
a time more yet must pass before they wake,
and life shall slumber still within their veins
until the Lord and Lady call them back
to take their place in wicked earth again.
Then those twain shall rule the city and the wold,
and stone and steel and murder be laid low,
for where the gods of Life should choose to tread,
no grief can fall nor human psyche know
the sting of death. The night will be here soon
when maid and beast will dance beneath the moon.
Here I Am I ThinkLeave my dreamsHere I Am I Think7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Leave my mind
Leave me be
Leave me peace
Almost hidden out of view
Almost missed your influence
Almost looked right past the truth
Almost touched bliss (miss)
An ignorant fool
I saw you there last night
The echoes captured come morn
A reverberation of every sleep (slip)
Many masks are used to cover your face (farce)
An ignorant fool
A wound up spool
A lurker stuck in parts unknown
Haunting frustrating presence (prescience)
Illusive maya to change my gaze (glaze)
All hazy visions granted a wild goose chase (phase)
An ignorant fool
A wound up spool
A mindless tool
Dislodge thine essence from my place (space)
Disgusting beast stay away from slumber (blunder)
Let me build my pure and calming paradise (parasite)
Unbind yourself keep those tendrils back (black)
An ignorant fool
A wound up spool
A mindless tool
A broken back mule
Potential energy courses through
Things that I myself could do
A could be this and could be that
Not quite everything
Cant be nothing
Metroid AnalysisThere are many science fiction games that lurk within the gaming world today. But there will always be one that will have a special place in our hearts. Metroid has sold millions of copies worldwide and made bestselling lists time and again. Yet as popular as these games are, there are still many mysteries and unsolved theories and questions revolving around the series. However, there has been speculation as to the symbolism and depth that lays the groundwork and very basis of the game.Metroid Analysis5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
At the beginning of the game, we notice Samus is dropped off alone on an alien world to fend for herself. She is the only human for miles around in an area grossly inhabited by many forms of vicious foreign life. However, despite this absence of life, most prominently human, we still manage to catch glimpses of various statues and ruins of old temples that litter the godforsaken rock of a planet. Often accompanying these ruins and statues are ancient depictions of some sort of religious context on the w
The Silent OnesIf I told you of the silent ones,The Silent Ones5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'd laugh at me,
and call my words puns.
You wouldn't believe them, because of who they are,
or what they are,
you'd think they're as rare as shooting stars.
But I'm prepared for the backlash as I begin to say,
the silent ones are the humans you see,
Boys are the silent ones, first and foremost,
as their feelings are disregarded,
in society, the most.
Then there's the suffering, who whirl in depression,
consider mentally ill patients,
and their violent regression.
Next are the bullied, for they're like gum on shoes,
to many suicides,
are making the news.
Consider the victims who run around confused,
who despite their ordeals,
have no sides to chose.
And we have babies who are killed before birth,
whose lives are stolen from them,
before they come to earth.
Some are unwanted, and some are just wrong,
because who wants a disabled child or a girl,
they're as unsightly as frogs.
We have the people who try to do right,
but who are usually tramp
A l o n eB-r-o-k-e-n |h|e|a|r|t|,A l o n e4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
B l a c k e n e d sky,
S t a r l e s s *n*i*g*h*t*.
Birthday Poem for VHe is meBirthday Poem for V5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am him
But we're nothing alike
Brothers in Sin
I know love
he still looks,
Together we shared
the ones we took
They call us different
maybe they're right,
For brothers of Sin
it's not worth the fight
We could be fun
we may be insane,
We might be crazy
but not for fame
Tonight is our night
his and mine again,
Just me and him
The brothers of Sin
There are others
that share this time,
But not with us
that walk this line
It's our time
a time to win,
It's our birthday
The brothers of Sin
Sonic the Hedgehog AnalysisIf there is one figure that constantly rivals the gaming world's Mario, it's Sonic.Sonic the Hedgehog Analysis5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
He's been running around for more than a few years and it's a wonder he hasn't aged at all. But surely a series as long-running as Sonic is bound to have a few dark secrets of its own, something that makes it more than a game or two where you pick up chao and run around in circles saving baby animals.
Many of you will noticed Sonic has not aged over the past 15 years. This is a representation of eternal youth and his constant running from place to place symbolizes the desire to never grow up and remain forever young. It also represents youth's irresponsibility and inability of the young to make lasting commitments. Likewise, Sonic's eternally smiling face and cocky attitude symbolize the overall cockiness of youth and the firm belief that he will never have to face the world of growing up or taking responsibility.
Sonic can also be seen to double as a metaphor for the elusiveness of the natural world.
Diagramacion de textos, 3aDiagramación de historias, 3a parteDiagramacion de textos, 3a5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ya la tienes: la idea que será tu obra maestra como escritor. Pero cuando intestas plasmarla en papel, te haces un enredo y al final no logras llevar tu idea a buen puerto. ¡No te preocupes! Eso nos ha pasado a muchos y es por esto mismo que estos tutoriales salen a la luz, para ayudar tanto a escritores como guionistas y a cualquier persona que quiera contar una historia, sea por el medio que sea (novela, cuento, comic, etc.).
Si has seguido nuestros tutoriales anteriores, ya tienes identificados a tus personajes centrales junto a sus características principales (http://kammy-sagara.deviantart.com/art/Diagramacion-1a-parte-127250115) así como tienes desarrollada la línea de tiempo de tu historia (http://kammy-sagara.deviantart.com/art/Diagramacion-de-textos-2aparte-129685449). Ahora vamos a hablar sobre el hilo argumental general.
¿Hilo Argumental General? ¿Qué es eso? ¿Para qué sirve?
Daft Punk- The Journey Pt. 1Daft Punk- The Journey Pt. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Before reading, PLEASE READ THE DISCRIPTION BELOW!!!! Thanks )
Dusk came as the sun started to set. The scorching Sun was still hot on the dry lake bed, where two robots where walking. One robot was Gold and the other Silver. The gold robot leaned weakly against the taller silver one. Thomas, the silver robot, helped his friend, Guy-Manuel, walk.
"Hang on Guy " He tells him. The Gold robot held his stomach tight as liquid dripped out.
"T-Thomas " He says weakly. Thomas stops and helps him sit down. Thomas could see that Guy was growing weaker since their little run in with the law while trying to escape the city.
"Guy, let me see it." He tells him, holding out his hand. Guy looked at him and then move his arm away to reveal a gaping whole in his stomach. A mix of messed up wires and red liquid filled the inside of the whole as the liquid leaked from the wound.
Thomas looked at him with worry written on his face. "We need to get you help, fast." He says trying to pick up guy
11:10 a.m.oh my god, i tell my friend after class, i want11:10 a.m.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to spend the rest of my life making him laugh.
she rolls her eyes and says that i shouldn’t
say that because i’m so young and i have no idea
how long my life will be and i tell her that that’s
that i may die tomorrow, but i want to be able to call you
up at two a.m. and read you my shitty poems and
pretend that i didn’t imagine the way
you twirl your pencil around your fingers as i wrote them.
i want to be able to pick out your heartbeat in a crowded
room because i’ve spent so long with my head against
your chest that your pulse is imprinted into my eardrums.
i want to be so gone over you that i smile big enough that
everyone else around me smiles too.
for the first time in my life, i can believe that god built
eve out of one of adam’s ribs— they must have
fit together almost as perfectly as you and i do,
identical down to their very bones, so that when
she shook in fear, he did too. an
Tips para ser mejor ArtistaTips para ser mejor Artista6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Tips cómo ser un mejor artista
No, no he venido a decirte como ganar más experiencia en tus habilidades artísticas u obtener tu propio estilo. Vengo a hablar de cómo ser un mejor artista en tu mente, eso significa cuando se es un gran artista incluso mas allá del papel. Carácter y sabiduría
En lo que te conviertas al final es tu camino o responsabilidad, (la cosa es que depende de ti...)
Esta es mi opinión, no tienes porqué estar de acuerdo, espero que lo estés.
1.- Trata de tener un sentido de calidad y estética primero, trata de tener una ética de trabajo o disciplina
2.- La fama y popularidad no hacen a un buen artista y no es un indicador de crear "buen arte". Ignora Internet y a los besatraseros
3.- La arrogancia no es un método para mejorar tus habilidades artísticas
4.- La intolerancia a otros métodos artísticos te vuelven cerra
youyou4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soft sound of a silent scream
tore through my soul, left me beaten
like a fallen angel with wings broken
broken by your anger
every cry lasted a lifetime
every fight took a piece of me
every scar reminds me...
of how we once were, we loved.
i let my heart build me a road
and it led straight back to you.
i let my sorrow build me a staircase
which led me back in your embrace
the stories tell of a broken man
they tell of how something bad
can turn into something amazing
how a broken heart can be rebuild
how lost trust can be found again.
how even the darkest nights end
and the sun will shine again, but not for me.
for me the sun only shows my fear
of how i will lose you, one day
of how i will make a mistake that will end it
no matter how hard i try
no matter how hard i fight
i never seem to understand why.
why you hate me, why you love me?
maybe it is best to leave me
to never see me again
just to protect you from my pain
just leave me be, leave me with all i am
all my missery, all my
Evitar el estancamientoEvitar el estancamiento6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Consejos para evitar el estancamiento artístico
He visto últimamente como personas se han quedado estancadas, y en verdad, me da mucha lástima. He notado que estas personas tienen algunas características en común, puedo mencionar:
*Miedo al cambio
*No aceptan que están estancados
*Siempre hacen las cosas de igual manera
*Jamás experimentan algo nuevo.
Recuerdo que, hace algunos años atrás, personas dibujaban a mi mismo nivel y luego yo los sobrepasé, y estas personas, no echaron ni para atrás ni para adelante. También, hay personas que me superaron bastante y las admiro por eso, y, siempre, les apoyo para que se adelanten más que yo. Por eso, decidí darles algunos consejos para personas que están "estancadas artísticamente".
Si te sientes "estancado artísticamente, bien por ti. Estás en el primer paso del cambio, porque
TeaseI stood on the right side of the escalator. It reeked of a combination of sweat and cheap perfume. I was supposed to be in a hurry to catch the bus so I wouldn't have to walk. People were rushing passed me. Some were on the phone arguing over issues happening at work, others were having a hard time carrying their huge bags and groceries while yelling at their kids to stop crying. I stared at my feet while music was blasting through my headphones.Tease5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I got out of the metro station, I noticed it was already quite dark. I checked the time and sighed. The wind scattered the dried leaves on the sidewalk, making them drift and disappear into the dark sky. I was browsing through my playlist, as one of my headphones fell out of my ear.
"Good evening," said a voice. I lifted my head and stopped, taken by surprise by the coincidence. The first thing I noticed was that half of her head was shaved, the second thing I noticed was that she was handing out little cards. I grabbed o
LifeI'm not livingLife10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm only surviving
There's so much to do
And so little time
I'm always in a rush
Trying to keep up with life
Without a moment to rest
Without a moment to think
There's no joy in life
Being here makes no sense
Sometimes it comes to me
That I should put an end to it...
Waiting, Fading, and Floating AwayI started talking to serial killers years ago when the depression started to form. Or maybe it had always been there? I’m not the kind of person who lets my emotions get the best of me. I’m always the calm and rational person people often go to for advice and support.Waiting, Fading, and Floating Away3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though, I’ve always found it funny how people always expect me to be there for them, but when I need them, no one is around. But I guess that’s kind of how my whole life has been. I’m only here when you need me, and I guess that existence is an existence enough.
I had read books on true crime and killers for a while, but it never occurred to me to write to them until I was fifteen. I remember coming home one day done with the world, and instead of taking my life, I wrote a letter.
At first, I had written to Charles Manson, Joe Metheny, Gary Ridgeway, Charles Cullen, and David Berkowtiz (Son of Sam). I wrote about my life, my pain, my struggles, and how lonely I felt. It never really phased me
AmericaxNative!Reader: Part 1: Colors of the WindAmericaxNative!Reader: Part 1: Colors of the Wind2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soooooo in this your Pocahontis and Alfred Jones(America) is your John smith.... Hope you guys like it
No one knew what was waiting for them when they were to arrive in the new world. Savages, dangerous animals, disease, no one knew. They would soon find out as they approached and got closer there. Alfred made his way to the deck and looked out at the forests that stood before them. "Wow," he breathed out as he turned back to his crew, "Alright! Let's get a crew started and get ready for shore," he called out to them and made his way to the Governor's, Arthur Kirkland, Cabin.
He knocked and made his way in. "We're just deep enough to pull ashore sir," he said standing there at attention to his boss for the time being.
"Very well give the order," Arthur said turning back to disciplining his man servant, Peter.
"Already done sir," he said feeling his usual goofy grin appearing on his face, "I