Amore, AmoreAmore, Amore8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a sliver of light
Where your eyes touch the white,
Then I see, can it be?
My tears as dark as ebony.
I see you there, so tall,
So when I stumble, trip and fall,
You'll catch me, pray,
I'll hear you say
There was once a time
I heard your voice in rhyme,
All tones, myriad
They drove me mad,
But then entreated
So much that beated
On my heart that day,
When you say
But then, it broke,
My heart did choke,
My whole world shook,
Your voice then took
One hope and dream,
That then would seem
Like Judgement day
When you say
Now, here I lie,
Prepared to die
Among crimson rose
So that your prose
Would be silenced and
Brought to an end
So that I may
Not hear you say
It started out as a simple English project; to make a simple prose about a chosen topic. Dexter hadn't come up with anything even after the three days after the assignment had been given.
"Four more days..." H
The sixthНазвание: Шестая.The sixth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Жанр: пожалуй, фантастика.
Я быстро юркнула в коридор, не обращая внимания на вой сирен. Света не было, я об этом
You...?You...?5 years ago in Open More Like This
...Who are you?
......What do you want?
.........Why are you here?
............What do you attempt to gain?
...............When do you think it'll happen?
Can you achieve it?
...Are you sure?
Everyone have got HIS happinesНазвание: У каждого своё счастьеEveryone have got HIS happines3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Автор: всё та же тварь.
Предупреждения: Снова 0_0 и снова этим всё сказано.
Я не верила своему счастью. Передо мной была она. Боже
Song about wind Я бы хотел тебе рассказатьSong about wind4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Хотел бы тебе рассказать, как я ушёл. Как я умер. Как исчез, растворился в бесконечном разнообразие мира. Как я не смог остаться собой.
How to Have a Chiller of a TimeHow to Have a Chiller of a TimeHow to Have a Chiller of a Time1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Or, how to survive the amusement park haunting
To Start With
It goes without saying that the time near Halloween can be a very spooky and chilling time of year, in more ways than one.
The activities and interests of humans divide them into three groups appropriate to this season. There are the blokes who aren't into the holiday, taking part in the barest of traditions (i.e., handing out candy on the big night) if they do anything at all. There are the guys who bother to dress up and go around for the commercialized spectacle of trick-or-treating. And then there are the dedicated practitioners of the art of Halloween. Those are the guys who either churn out a true blue horror (usually) character every year, set up and run a haunted house, or both. They either stick to where they set up shop, go around terrorizing the villagers, or dabble in each.
Odds are good that you're one of the first two. This is a compilation of hints and suggestions th
HoC Spectator: Post-Round IIEpilogueHoC Spectator: Post-Round II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Now this," Wildcard gleamed, holding the shiny knob from Gizmo's chest, "is the kind of loot I'm talking about! This could almost pass as a gem. Maybe I can sell it to some wealthy collector, scam him that way. But why settle for something so amateur! There's surely enough technology in here to forward the development an entire civilization. On the black market, this little beauty will raise me a fortune!"
He arrived at his room, and the VIII marking his room number never looked more inviting. He stepped inside, tossed the knob in the air once, caught it, and looked to the ceiling. "Computer," Wildcard called cheerfully.
"For the last time, Mr. Wildcard, you must address me as Tantalus," the computerized voice of the ship's AI snapped. Wildcard ignored him.
"I need you to make me a safe in here. Any size will do. No special security needed, just make sure I'm the only one who can get into it."
"I already keep unauthorized visitors out of your r
HoC Spectator: post-round I"Are you satisfied, Mr. Eisenhower?"HoC Spectator: post-round I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Quite so, Oracle. Popcorn?"
"No, thank you."
"I know, it needs more butter."
"If you learn anything today, it's not to trust Mr. Caker with anything other than cakes."
"So, to use the phrase, how about them apples? Disposing of a dead body like that...Wildcard is more heartless than..."
"No, Mr. Eisenhower, you are incorrect. Ms. Dreamcaster was very much alive when our friend fed her to the plant."
"She can heal her wounds, at the cost of physical strength. Even when unconscious, her ability will continue to heal her at no additional cost. Even while she is being consumed, her flesh will heal, keeping her unconscious all the while. I'd give it a good millennium before Ms. Dreamcaster finally loses her life. Give or take a century or two, and a few months."
"Myzaraphiston will be livid."
"You have no idea, Mr. Eisenhower. Still, as this fate will inevitably, eventually, cause her death, and since she can never escape from this fat
1LD Round 2: Part 6Part 6: Barren in Faith, Void of Reason II1LD Round 2: Part 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While she had thought Lug would not be much a burden in a physical sense, he was beginning to weigh on her arms, and her patience. It was not the constant talking however. Indeed she either tuned out the constructs more inane blathering or listened to the stories with mild interest. While she was currently doing the latter, the construct had proven to be little help in actually finding his master. She assumed, or hoped rather, that the machine had some sort of monitoring device or some other mechanism with which to keep track of its charge. For awhile, it seemed like Lug was just guessing. She had started to circle the forest, looking for anything unusual while she listened to Lug's... 'unique' retelling of his master's history.
"But before Boss made Lug, Boss was the fanciest and TALLEST wizard ever!" The construct-core's voice had little trouble conquering the rushing wind.
"A wizard? Hmm..." She responded with absent minded surprise,
1LD R.1.: Echoes- Prologue Zoe glanced around where the stone arch had spit her out, her knife gripped tightly in her right hand: the grass was a vibrant green even in the low light of the constant dawn, littered with remnants large columns made of white stone. Small white orbs of light floated around the area, some so high up that they could be mistaken for stars, and some were moving almost too fast to be seen. In the distance, about twenty-five miles away, sat large snow-covered mountains, dark clouds veiling their peaks. "I can't clear that in a day," Zoe said to herself. She turned and glared at the arch. "Why couldn't they have put you closer?"1LD R.1.: Echoes- Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Closer to what?" said a perky voice from behind Zoe.
Zoe hastily spun around with her knife at the ready, but no one was there. "Down here," the voice said again, and Zoe looked down. The speaker was
HoC - Oracle IntroThe Favor, the Contract, the WorldHoC - Oracle Intro3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely puppets;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one puppet in its time plays many parts
And I, the Puppeteer, control them all.
The world becomes so dull when it becomes stagnant. No progression, no diversity, little sense of hope. I take great pleasure in ensuring that that never happens. Without me, things would be an absolute bore, as things tend to collapse on themselves should that happen.
The hero, the villain, and everything in between are under my influence. I guide the hero, I create the villains, and I give them all the illusion of freedom. Everyone is simply a puppet for my plans and amusement. But like always, there are exceptions to the rule. Even then, there is always a way to control those exceptions.
However, this story is less about my history, and
OLD Audition Harmony Epilogue BloodshedOLD Audition Harmony Epilogue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That wasn't exactly new for me. I've spilled plenty of blood before as well as lost some in battles. I've managed to tame monsters that no one else would dare go near. I have the scars to prove it.
Yet Zulani's words still echoed in my mind as I stood there, uncertain of what to do.
My face twisted into a scowl as Yang floated next to my ear.
(I don't need your 'advise.') I hissed, yet made my way forward towards the single building that was surrounded by the endless emerald grass.
'Sir' Demarrick InterviewThe Guidelines'Sir' Demarrick Interview3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1.) As one of your characters answer the following
2.) Feel free to comment alongside your character as yourself, it adds to the fun and makes it more amusing to read x3
3.) It's easier to use one character at a time but if you want to do it again with another please feel free to ^^
4.) When answering don't feel like you have to tone down your characters. Do it all as you expect they really would if they were seriously answering these questions ^^
5.) Have fun
6.) Quiz created by: The-Bone-Snatcher
Be needin your name first: (( This Just Means I Want To Know The Name Of The Character You're Using If You Do The Quiz ))
..:: || Phase One, The Basics || ::..
(Imagine that this interview takes place with only the separation of a confessor's booth, in a dusty, long forgotten chapel. The interviewee's voice is low, crafty, and heavily drawn out in an unhurried pace. I'll let you imagine what he might look like for yourself.)
What's your name?
I was, I am, and I will be
Autumn Nightmare FantasyRunning down the street,Autumn Nightmare Fantasy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I flee from ghosts I meet.
Dry leaves swirl, revealing a ghoul
As chilling winds pierce my soul.
Will I survive this night?
Spectral shadows creep in slowly
As my scream raises the lowly.
I know I'm doomed to always sleep
In this autumn nightmare fantasy.
1LD Round 2: Part 1Part 1: Persistent Sussurations1LD Round 2: Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though he had walked through the halls of the Great Scholam dozens of times before, their splendor never ceased to impress him. Light streamed into the corridor in thousands of shimmering shafts caused by complex panes spanning massive windows. Amber glows such as this one revealed the subtle details in the building's architecture, such as relief carvings in the paneled walls and friezes on the ceiling high above. Both of which were as tremendous in size as they were in intricacy. He strode with a silent awe, unaware of the sheer unjaded amazement his face betrayed.
"Careful Ingram, if you keep getting lost in the scenery you'll be late to your lectures more often than you'd like."
Ingram Spazzschmiede turned to his companion in half surprise and half embarrassment. He himself was a rather tall man, and was so lanky and thin that most clothes draped off of him. His verdant hair was long enough to cascade over his ears, but only just. The professor
1LD Round 2: Part 2Part 2: Cycle Neverlasting1LD Round 2: Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Like the rest of the Neverlasting Hotel, the infirmary was capable of growing in size to accommodate the needs of the occupants. Regrettably, out of all the chambers in the complex, it was the one that expanded the most after round one. Tournaments like this one were thankfully few and far between in the Dimension of Dreams, but when they did occur it was rare for Fiver's hands to not be full. Past battles for the Throne often left competitors scarred or maimed at best, and the first round of this one was no different. Some needed stitches. Others had broken bones. One didn't even return. Thankfully, Fiver was more than practiced at healing wounds of these sorts. Sparse were the times when he couldn't bring someone back from the brink of death, such was his skill. Only a handful of patients remained bed ridden in the sterilized confines of the infirmary. All of them either in a state of unconsciousness induced for medicinal purposes, or still blacked o
1LD Round 2: Part 4Part 4: Fire Hunt1LD Round 2: Part 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cindrillon's fist struck the pristine engravings on the stone wall with a shattering thud. Hairline fissures raced outward from the decorated panel, crackling loudly before finally collapsing. The dust settled into the corridor in a white cloud of pulverized granite. At her feet lay a large pile of rubble very recently considered art, and her hand was now at the center of a man-sized crater in the wall. She pulled back her fist and shook it lightly to remove the dust from her blemished gauntlet.
"Though it is not my place to dictate your actions madam, please bear in mind that these halls are well over 500 years old... the amount of heritage and tradition they symb-"
"Shut the fuck up Jonathan."
The shrouded man obliged immediately. While he had served the Lore of Ashes as advisor to the Matriarch for years, he had never quite met one as... "intense" as Cindrillon. He learned quickly upon her ascension to the Council that when her rage ignited it was no
Non-existential questionIf Death were a chairNon-existential question3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
That could speak, what would it say
When you sat on it?
Taska Practice storyAmerica, 1862. the early American Civil War.Taska Practice story1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Taska watched as the young men of Vicksburg's newly made Confederate regiment walked back to their city, having finished "training" for their inevitable deployment against the Union. Taska had to agree with what the South was fighting for, cause she agreed they should have freedom to choose, but also because if the confederates won, they said that her Native American people would get a home, and a voice in the new government, and that's what really sealed her allegiance. She stood from the grass she had been sitting on and went to leave, when she heard music. She had heard all kinds of music, but this music was new, it's tones not matching any instrument she had ever heard. Taska turned to look for the source, and saw a young confederate soldier, sitting under a tree whose leaves had turned gold with the coming autumn, playing a small rectangular device with lining the middle.
Curious, she walked towards the young man, and s
1LD Audition EpilogueA blanket of nightfall was draping itself across the rugged mountains of Yadrann, slowly plunging the remote landscape that Alex and Larson had called home for nearly a year into complete darkness. The students of Spazzschmiede knew the terrain better than most, since they had been forced into hiding because of their professor's reputation. The crag through which they traveled was absent on every map, and had proven a safe passage in the past. Still, they were being followed.1LD Audition Epilogue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alex's nerves began to falter.
"C-crapcrapcrap! Lars we've got to move faster, they're gaining on us!"
Despite having the visage of a sheepdog, Alex was nearly sprinting over the rocky terrain in pitch black. Lars could have kept up if he wanted, but his cargo demanded that he exercise caution. The professor had charged them with an important task, and it was one that he had no intentions of failing.
"Damnit Alex!" Larson had fallen behind considerably, as the weight of the professor's research stored in a data ma
Guilty PleasuresGuilty Pleasures3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The problem with living in a city with a population of over 5 million human meatbags is:
One: Sooner or later any secret will be discovered, especially if that secret involves a thirteen foot tall alternate form with a bulk to match.
Two: You can't just eat the idiots that stumble across your little big secret, because then you'd have to eat their pals as well, and anyone else that they might have managed to call, message or otherwise notify along their brief sprint, and you'd end up really bloated and sick. And that's assuming the Inquisitors didn't hear about it.
Three: There are Inquisitors in the city and they outnumber you. 'Nough said.
In fact, your best bet when encountering such a scenario is to play it coolact like nothing's wrong (and why should it be? Unless you're feeding which is a whole different matter...) The remarkable thing about humans is their natural indifference and apathy to their surroundings, and as long as a change in their preconceived not