Past memoriesPast memories4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the good old days.
The good old days when we had more says.
I remember when we had no stress.
However we are now in a mess.
Cannot let it fall.
Cannot fail at all.
We must bring it back now.
However, I must ask, "how?"
Mustn't let it slip through my fingertips
Its aura caressing softly with its lips.
What is it, you may ask me?
Sit down, sit down and we shall have tea!
Let me recount to you a tale.
It will be a story of how things grew so frail.
The time was July 8, 2010.
I was still such a n00b way back then.
I was going
.:+Meryl+:. -read 1st-.:+Meryl+:. -read 1st-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seems like so long ago when I could say that name without choking. He was someone I loved. But now... I'm done with playing little love games.
Or at least that's what I try to tell myself.
Our relationship started like out of a storybook... riding off into the sunrise, on a snow mobile's back. He said he'd take a new direction in life - that up to that point, he had only lived for himself. Although I assured him that that's everyone... he said that maybe he should live for someone else.
Someone like me.
At the time, hearing those words made me giggle like a school girl. It had been exactly what I wanted to hear... because I fell in love.
He had taken me back to his place, and needless to say, we had finally got our love scene, and it was truly an amazing experience. The first few months were equally as amazing. I was acquainted with his dogs, and seeing him with them warmed my heart. Time was spent exploring the area, camping, even going to town. Dave showed me a lot of beauti
Alone ForeverI am forever doomed to be alone,Alone Forever5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go to school alone,
I come home alone,
I go to bed alone,
I wake up alone,
I work alone,
I get to go to prom alone,
Go to university alone,
Leave university alone,
Settle down alone,
From the Waters Of AtlantisFrom the Waters of Atlantis - Entry OneFrom the Waters Of Atlantis5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is the diary of Dr Rachel Miller, a scientist who was hand picked to travel to the Pegasus Galaxy through the Stargate, in search of the lost city of Atlantis.
After 4 months of being a general dogsbody on Atlantis, things begin to pick up for her. This is just one of the tales told in her diary, there are others that we have not yet received.
December 3rd 2004
Its been almost 4 months since I came to Atlantis. And you know what? It's still weird saying that word "Atlantis", no one would believe me back home, hell I didn't even believe it myself when I heard. I decided it was high time to start a diary, that way I'll get down every detail of Atlantis so I can't forget my amazing time here. However I don't think I could EVER leave this place.
Everything is amazing here, the work I'm doing is no short of
From The Waters Of Atlantis 7Entry 7From The Waters Of Atlantis 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
December 25th 2004
It's Christmas Day on Atlantis there are a few words I never thought I'd write. Carson was kind enough to discharge me from the infirmary now that my chest has begun to heal quickly and the bruises have subsided. I gave Carson his card early this morning. He loved it, but to tell you the truth I think he was just humouring me.
I went straight back to my quarters for a proper shower and a change of clothes. I feel so much better in my regular clothes. I thought, you know what, sod it it's Christmas day, I'm going to be goddamn comfy! Oh and the shower, I can't tell you how much that felt like heaven. I must have stood under the hot water for at least an hour, working out all the tension in my shoulders. The Wraith mark on my chest was a little off putting at first, but I suppose I'll just have to get used to it.
UntitledI wrote a poem,Untitled5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But it sucked some major ass,
So here's a haiku.
Full Steam, chapter 1Full Steam, chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marguerite Butler burst into the Hotel's Saloon. She ignored the angry comments of a man she accidentally pushed to the side and looked around desperately for a hiding place. There was none, at least none that she could reach before they caught up with her. Marguerite turned around, watching the swinging doors she had just crossed, half in fear half in defiance, and took from underneath her dress's bodice a heavy wad of bills.
-"I need to reach Boston in less than a week! There will be five thousand dollars for those who help me get there within that time... two thousand now, the rest when we reach Boston!" she said in a high-pitched and desperate voice.
A group of men began to stand, greed in their eyes, but as one they sat back down, their faces pale with fear as the doors opened and let in a handsome man. He was dressed in a white and expensive leather suit with silver ornaments; his light blond hair was covered by an immaculate white hat. He was soon followed by a group of unsavory
-What if- Vincent saved Veruka'What if...' Vincent saved Veruka... All those years ago...-What if- Vincent saved Veruka5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
("Don't worry... We'll find a way out of here.") The Female Monferno stated, holding onto the arm of a scared and frightened newly born Riolu.
They had both found themselves in a dark cavern after the new born decided to 'play a game' with the Monferno beforehand and were now stuck, trying to find an exit. The Monferno decided to use her tail as a torch to navigate through the dark corridors.
A rumbling came from behind them as the Monferno felt the small blue 'puppy' Pokémon cling to her in fear. ("What now?") she dared to ask, turning her head in the direction of the rumbling.
A sudden crack from the ground elevated a large stone snake figure, growling towards the duo, ("I had to ask... Run!") Were the only words she could mutter, grabbing the now terrified newborn by his paw tight, and dragging him away... but they were to late...
("Hurry!") She shouted, the large snake too fast for them as he pummelled his body down,
Friends ForeverFriends ForeverFriends Forever5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It most certainly wasn't an attractive little thing, the doll eight year old Naomi Kaname was staring at determinedly. But then, it did have a sweet little charm to it. Its burgundy eyes seemed to gaze back into Naomi's earthy ones and its European style clothes looked a little worn and dirty. But still, the child's eyes were rapt on the doll in front of her, keeping her attention full upon it.
"Miss?" the store owner said as Naomi stared at the doll in a small souvenir shop she passed every day on her way home from school. "Miss May I help you?"
Naomi jumped when she finally registered the voice of the shop owner. "Oh I was just looking at the doll it's really strange "
The shop owner smiled. "Legend says he was a famous king long ago."
"Really?" Naomi asked, eyes lighting up at the notion. Things like this were always amazing to her.
The shop owner laughed. "Nah, it's just a doll. But I had you going for a minute, did
The Mom's TruthWhen you were inside your mom's tummy,The Mom's Truth6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her,
and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.
When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
Life in Korvosa, part 1Life in Korvosa, part 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The pain was unbearable.
An agonizing wait filled the space between each new drop falling - my face became a burning sea, each new drop a wave of fire. Held in eternity, I waited for the next wave, dreading that fire, but it never came. Instead, scared and angry screams replaced the laughter to which I had become far too accustomed.
The soft familiar sound of leather boots became too slowly distant and the clamor of steel followed. A metal arm grabbed at me. I made myself small; I tried to move away. But the arm grabbed me anyway. Then I heard the voice and stopped struggling. "By the Vault's Perfect Key, what did those animals do to you?"
The hard soil was gone; instead arms of icy steel cradled me.
The pain was unbearable, but that was good... it meant I would live.
Natalia leaned against a store wall, silent and calm except for her left hand. In it she held a cruel looking switchblade which she flipped open, habitually, every so often in a casual automatic movement requ
Problems In Paradise Pt.5Problems In Paradise! Pt.5Problems In Paradise Pt.58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Anko entered and looked around a bit, Kakashi stepped in after her, and closed the door. Ill be right back Do you want a shirt or something? Your jacket is soaked. He offered. Anko though about it, then nodded. Yeah, sure. She replied. He smiled, and walked inside his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Anko let out a content sigh, and waited for him to return quietly. Though it was pretty dark, Anko could see his apartment-type-place, was rater small, but she liked that. Made it feel cozy. She didnt realize Kakashi was leaning in his doorway.
Like it? he asked, not only breaking the silence, but also scaring the crap out of Anko. She whipped her head around, and panted. DONT DO THAT! she snapped. Kakashi stood normal, and rubbed the back of his head.
Identifying art thievesPLEASE NOTICE that these are the most common attributes of art thieves (people that submit or use other people's works without permission); just because something is listed here doesn't mean they will act as below. Also remember that not all art thieves break the rules intentionally.Identifying art thieves5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
About the deviation
- Small image: the full view is not that big or the image is as small as a thumbnail.
- Low definition: image is very pixelated. This can be because it is a popular image, resubmitted over and over on the Internet, or because it was originally small and the person resized it to be bigger.
- Amazing works: they want to pretend they are talented people, they want to pass great artists' skills as theirs, so they will not submit "crappy" images.
- Artist's Comments: they don't talk about the image in a way as if they are the original artist, they say things like "I really like this piece", "isn't it great?", never saying details like what programs were used, how much ti
Hares, Guns, and HappinessNever in a million years did Naomi think she'd be as happy as she was right now. I mean, it's not every day you tackle a purse snatcher into a strange pit, wind up in a bizarre parallel world that looks like Wonderland, and then meet its March Hare and subsequently fall in love him and have him fall in love with you.Hares, Guns, and Happiness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But to her, it actually happened.
Elliot became such an integral part of Naomi's life so fast, it was almost dizzying but then, it was Wonderland, so what makes sense there?
But for the girl who didn't have a friend in the world, befriending the March Hare, Elliot, was the best day of her life. So she wasn't really surprised when she fell in love with him. Or when decided to join the Hatter mafia so she could fight by his side (having a prior knowledge of marksmanship helped secure her place, too).
Each minute Naomi spent with him was worth having to fight and kill her new opponents in Heartland's little game. She shot her enemies without hesitation or fear. Everyth
I Want to Feel PurpleI Want to Feel Purple4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel so Blue
Blue as Cinderella's ball gown
Blue as the clothes I'm wearing
Blue as my desktop background
Blue as my ipod's casing
Blue as facebook's theme colour
Blue as the tiles in my bathroom
Blue as my evanescence CD cover
Blue as a smurf cartoon
Blue as the Israeli flag
Blue as the color of Squidward's blood
Blue as an avatar dressed in a rag
Blue as the town that drowned in a flood
Blue as the sleepy twitter whale
Blue as the villain in 'Big Fat Liar'
Blue as the scrubs that doctors wear
Blue as the hottest flame of fire
I feel so Blue
What should I do?
I think I'll mix a little red
So I can feel purple instead!
No Road Back Home, part 1The girl's silvery armor looked out of place on the unkempt road. Though she saw, through the light mist, that the badlands and dark forest were behind her, she did not feel at ease as she approached the pastoral fields and homely farms that bordered her destination. There was no traffic on the road. She knew well that the town ahead didn't expect many visitors these days, especially not from the southwest.No Road Back Home, part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The town of Canterwall and its attached lands were some of the most bountiful in the country. The land's fertility was both a blessing and a curse. Its bounty brought riches and a good life in exchange for hard, honest work. The curse was the land's location, being the westernmost province of Ustalav. To the west, the badlands of the Belkzen spewed forth bandits and orcs who pillaged and looted. It was for this reason that every citizen was also a local militiamen and held weapons at home. To the south lay the cursed lands of Vyrlich, where the evil taint of the Whispering Tyrant co
PEIKO: AoiKonan.PEIKO: Aoi8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She didnt have a dreadfully gorgeous name that sounded pretty and feminine. That bell-like sound.
In fact, it was a rather unattractive name.
But when he said it...When he called her by name...
It really did sound like bells.
She wasnt dreadfully gorgeous. She didnt catch any mens eyes as she walked by in her stoic manner.
She wasnt very feminine, with the exception of the large white flower in her hair, used to perform her jutsu.
The amazing origami-like butterflies was what made her...Pein thought of a word...beautiful.
Him calling her name.
That was what made her beautiful.
The two Akatsuki members watched the white butterflies, along with her flower, disappear into the skies.
Pein glanced at her dark hair and bright eyes that displayed more emotion than her face ever would.
My mother taught me that jutsu. Konan said suddenly, startling him. She used it all the time.
From Anko's Perspective...From Ankos PerspectiveFrom Anko's Perspective...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anko and Kurenai walked down the street together, Anko eating as many sweets as she could while Kurenai told her about the feeling Asuma gave her, each time she was around him. I dont know, Anko. I just get flustered around him. My heart starts beating really fast, and I start blushing like crazy. Did you ever have that? she asked, looking over at Anko. Anko swallowed a mass of Dango, and the shocking thing, she actually thought about the question. Not really. She replied, though Kurenai could tell, something was on her mind.
Have you felt anything similar to that feeling? she questioned. Anko thought about it again. Well there was this one time I felt something kinda like that. She admitted. Come on, we can go get something to eat here. Kurenai said, gesturing toward a Ramen shop.
ChainsChains...Chains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chains that binds
Your emotions to everyone
Tugging at your wrist
Pulling you along with the others
Feel the pain
Feel the burn
While everyone stares at you
With their eyes wide open
Full of sympathy
As you march down the fields
Alongside the unforgiven
March down the field
Through grassy plains
And the bodies of the dead
Bones desceased into the ground
But you've noticed
A crackling, ringing sound
As you step over them
The chains around them
That looked like the same
As the one that's pulling
You through this hell
Follow along the path
In which so many have taken
Stretch your arms out
Hook the chain on
And follow the path of the broken
Don't let your eyes wonder
Don't stop walking
Don't even talk
It doesn't matter anymore
You're around others like yourself
As everyone else shows pity on you
And the person in front
And the person behind
And everyone on that long chain
Of the dead
The Crest of DarknessThe Crest of Darkness5 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Story Behind the Crest of Darkness
The power "Darkness" appeared about the same time as the Light and the Rulers appeared. Some powers were forbidden to be researched by the Rulers. But there were people hated to be limited, so they kept on researching them. Since they had to do the research in the dark, they named the power "Darkness".
One key point is that, Darkness does NOT equal Evil, but its research is not forbidden for no reason. These powers tend to be powerful and irreversible (like nuclear bombs for now). And since it's so powerful, it becomes the first thing the Evil wants to get, and most of the time, they did. As time went by, people started to equalize these two.
In contrast to other power, everyone can active the Darkness power, but not everyone is able to handle it. (For other powers, only those who can handle the power can active it.) And if you let someone who can't handle the power use it, it spells disaster. The researcher sealed part of the power into a device,
no one warned the little girlssometimes you will fall in love with the handsno one warned the little girls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or with the jawline, not with the penis.
watch out for boys whose eyes
are rougher than their voices.
little girls love hard and fast, and it is a lie
to say that words will never hurt you.
kissing in the rain is not romantic.
it's cold and wet, and your nipples
will be like pebbles digging into his skin.
he'll wipe water from your lashes,
and, if he is polite, he'll pretend
not to notice his thumb blackened by mascara.
later as he sleeps you will watch his lips,
unable to feel anything except your hair
curled damply against your skin.
when you were young, sex was strange
and scary and unreasonable.
when you grow older, that doesn't change at all.
please, do not use the flavored condoms.
getting married tastes like a wedding
invitation, heavy cardstock and eggplant ink.
if you cut your tongue and bleed
all over the calligraphy, it's bad luck.
when you speak your vows and look in his eyes,
you will still feel the blood
in your mouth, warm a
I Couldi could laugh forever exceptI Could5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laughter always makes me cry.
i could dance in the rain except
the water drenches my clothes
and makes me cold and wet and
i could wish on a star except
it's too far away for the sound to
travel and no one would ever
i could try to love you except
i'm too afraid.