Deception[10.12.07; 7:12 pm]Deception7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many are being decieved
And their number increases rapidly
Desires of the worldly origin, mislead
Entices several to self-idolatry
But they seem not to care
Yielding continuously to the calls of the flesh, they dare
Turning way from God's instruction
Hence, taking a step closer to destruction
Enemies will greatly rejoice!
Man, as long as their camouflage remains
A tempter's job will be no maze
Sneaking into their prey's hearts, they are very capable
Their old and tested strategy is plain and simple
Embrace the Church's teaching
Rather than to oppose and to end up weeping
Of course, they won't give up easily
Father of Lies is still as cunning as he could be
Devised a well-crafted fusion, the so called "Christianization"
Incorporated his false teachings and created division
Since in mortal things, many invested
Guess they w
Plane Crash"Brace, brace!" The captain's voice was tense, crackling through the plane's intercom, and the alarm went off. There were cries of dismay from the passengers as the flight attendants hurried to their seats, after checking everyone's seat-belts. The plane shuddered violently, throwing people around in their seats. Skye braced herself against the seat in front of her, eyes wide with fear. The captain was speaking again, but Skye wasn't listening. They were going to crash.Plane Crash4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Turning to look out the window, Skye saw the ocean rushing towards them, its dark, glittering surface reflecting the stars. Oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling, and she mechanically put hers on, brain flooding with thoughts. She had taken the flight to see Seth for the first time. Both had been excited; after two long years, they would finally meet. But now they never would. Her brain refused to process any information, and she stared dumbly out the window.
The plane jerked again, shaking so much that Skye thought it
adversityfaith without challenge is not faithadversity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love without tension is a wraith
of a ghost of a passion, untested.
I am pale and sick and lay alone,
but you have sworn greater stand
and I will lay alone in your name.
be well and strong, hurry back,
but do not short shrift that which requires
your attention and your focus.
I will wait, I promised. I do not wait
to keep the promise, but I promised
so you would know that I would wait.
patiently? as best as I can, like a man
who has tasted honey and then has none.
but content the feast will return.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
FaithThough the sky may beFaith4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
black with storm clouds, I still see
the blue of morning.
I Think You're Sort Of...The light bounced off her features, as her long slender legs bounced up the stairs of her high school. She was only 16 but some how had managed to win the states modelling championships and would be heading off to start her new career as soon as she finished year 11. Her parents thought it was a waste of her talent, but really she couldn't help it that she was blessed with beauty and brains.I Think You're Sort Of...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small gust of wind crept past lifting her dress somewhat. The boys would stare and point at her from afar, but nobody had the guts to come and talk to her. It wasn't her fault she had better then average looks. Really all she wanted was a boyfriend, a nice one at that. Nobody would take the chance. The fear of being rejected kept her alone. The other girls didn't want to speak to her and the only friends she had managed to get, were so jealous of her stealing away the modelling contract that they too had no time for her.
She headed towards her class, looking down to avoid the other students eyes.
Request- Movie Night Tryan and Kikio sit in Kikio's apartment, late Saturday night, getting ready for a movie marathon. They had several movies to watch, including a horror and a romance.Request- Movie Night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let's put the horror in first!" Kikio told Tyran.
The horror movie was about a vicious, demented ax murderer. The movie came to a point where the ax murderer had a woman cornered. The killer swung the ax. Kikio screamed, held Tyran's arm tight, and buried her face in his neck. Tyran blushed bright red.
"K-K-Kikio!" he said nervously,"It's okay.Calm down."
He pointed at the screen. The hero of the movie had busted the ax murderer over the head with a lead pipe. The ax murderer lay dead on the ground, bleeding profusely from the top of the head. The hero and damsel-in-distress kissed.
"Reminds me of the time you saved me, Tyran!" Kikio said, then kissed Tyran on the cheek. Tyran blushed and giggled nervou
Digimon 2.5: Episode 4Digimon 2.5: Episode 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Digimon 2.5 "Digimon Adventure 03"
Episode 4: "An Egg-traordinary Day!"
.:Thunder Mountain, Digital World:.
"ARGH!" The hooded figure was getting frustrated as he paced up and down his room. "These foolish children are coming in and out of this world like they don't have a care! How did they gain access? I thought the portals were closed!"
"I'm guessing Gennai reopened them all." The blonde girl commented from the other side of the room.
"Gennai? That medalling old fool!" he spat under his breath.
"Plus, it didn't help when you sent me to Odaiba. You damaged the barrier that seals the Digital World off. Now there are Digital Splits all over the city and here. Smooth move." The girl mocked, with a chuckle.
"Silence!" her master roared slamming his fist down on the table. "We can't do anything about these so called Digital Splits but we can seal the portals once again."
"Sir?" Garurumon X wondered what he was thinking.
"Leave that side of things to me. You jus
No Unwounded SoldiersNo Unwounded Soldiers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
While sitting on the ledge of a ten-story insurance building, Bardak looked at the city for anything suspicious. Suddenly, he notices multiple fireworks going off in the sky a few miles from his location. He immediately got up and jumped off the ledge and began jumping from rooftop to rooftop until he reached the location of the fireworks launch site. He stopped on the rooftop of a small medical building and saw more fireworks going off in front of the Angel Falls Museum. He noticed it was the museum workers who were setting off the fireworks as method of attraction to their new exhibit, the World War II exhibit. Bardak felt intrigued and decided to attend the exhibit and learn about the ancient event of World War II. He transported back to his ship to change into his casual clothes. After changing and getting whatever provisions he needed, he transported back to the museum and went inside to purchase his ticket. Meanwhile....
It always puzzled Olga as she looked at anything related to
ForbiddenForbiddenForbidden4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for Liu Xiaobo
Bold as palace tiles, yellow-glazed dawn
descends the Heavenly Gate,
setting itself upon the city of
emperors. There I am
arrested by your Tiananmen Square, Xiaobo;
there I am wondering
what it means to be forbidden
as a palace, as
you, as words that, as love,
will be like always.
Digimon 2.5: Episode 5Digimon 2.5: Episode 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Digimon Season 2.5 "Digimon Adventure 03"
Episode 5: "Our Destined Fate"
.:Kimura apartment, Odaiba, Tokyo:.
"You should have seen us Margaret!" Dawn exclaimed, as she stood in front of the television in the small living room. "We were all over that Giromon. He didn't stand a chance. All three of us were knocking the life outta him. You should have been there!"
Margaret was sat on the sofa with Gatomon lying on the top and Agumon sat beside her. The young girl had her head down, staring at the floor with a small smile on her face. She seemed to be paying semi-attention to what her cousin was saying.
Dawn stopped her explanation and looked at her older cousin. "Are you listening to me Margaret?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Margaret?"
"Huh?" Margaret lifted her head up abruptly, causing her grey hat to fall a little over her eyes. She pushed it up before replying; "Oh sorry Dawn. Yeah I was listening."
"Didn't look like it." Dawn muttered. "What's up with y
Pokeballs- Design and FunctionThere exists no other technology created by humans that is advanced as the pokéball. This device is capable of reducing physical objects- living and inanimate, into condensed and computer-coded soups of atomic particles and then casting out and rebuilding the object. It is an unparalleled technological feat that has changed an entire nation and set widespread and unpredictable precedent. What gives this device its reputation is that it can particalize living animals, and reconstruct them into the exact same condition, and the animal can carry on with its life.Pokeballs- Design and Function3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the Pokémon Nation, these innocent looking devices have become a symbolic and basic part of life, nearly that of a leash or a pillow. They can be bought by anyone for roughly $10, and not the slightest thought is even given to the hint of the explosive controversy these otherworldly devices have caused worldwide.
While they are as trivial as iPhones, pokéballs are the final products of a long and dark history of
White Sunday 64: the paththe path.White Sunday 64: the path4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
long and exquisitely complicated.
more than a few
stones out of place.
like that road in Morgantown
they made during the WPA
a road of bricks
now impossible to ride over
without ripping out your axles.
I want to be able to take my time
and find a way
to travel that path.
picking through the yellow bricks
and the dead end mazes.
I want to find my way to you.
you asked me to do that.
I promised you I would.
I never want to break a promise
Too many have.
I would be unique.
I would be the one who walked
when others crawled away
crying "it's so hard to love you"
and blaming you for their cowardice.
I want to be there.
Even if, in the end,
you don't show up
to watch me break the ribbon.
My feet twisted and aching
but my soul resolute.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Ar an mBealach Abhaile.Spin the night in shadows, under softly silhouetted dreams;Ar an mBealach Abhaile.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are not which the likes you've seen before.
Leaving with the breaking of the light on frosted windows,
Gone without a kiss before the dawn
Bundle up the blankets and avert your sleep-dazed eyes,
Dreams of love were not yet meant to be.
Close the door with bated breath and let your wishes linger,
Falling down beneath the ragged seams
Shade your brow from fiery embers of a crescent moon,
Burning fierce within the pitch of night,
Throwing mirrored flames upon the river's frozen banks,
To wake and find the morn a blood-soaked sight
One more memory Chapter 5One more memory Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ryeowook stayed in bed the rest of the night, never falling asleep. Kyuhyun checked on him once or twice, all that could be seen was a jumbled web of the purple comforter and a lump that was visibly trembling. When he felt that it was most likely day he crawled out, and sure enough the sun was there with it's smile. Warming h is skin and drying his tears. It made him think of the American song he once heard.
Woke up this morning, smiled with the rising sun.Three little birds, pitch by my doorstep, singing sweet songs. Of melodies pure and true.
Sayin' : This is my message to you.
He hummed the tune as he got out of bed, he knew that he had to move on. He decided that it was good that Kyuhyun said he didn't love him anymore, he would've held on forever if he hadn't. He would always love Kyuhyun, he was his first love. But he would move on. It couldn't be that hard could it?
He walked downstairs into the kitchen where Kyuhyun sat, but someone else was with him. It was the girl
Make Him Breathe- RevisedMAKE HIM BREATHEMake Him Breathe- Revised8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
One AM, New Years Eve. I should be out drinking, getting high playing the role of a normal teenager. But Im in bed, listening to the incessant thump of neighbours music drift and bite at my nerves so much for trying to switch off. The kids next door are always noisy, the kind that are boisterous, and borderline dangerous. So I assume its them when the yelling begins. I cant distinguish actual words, but I recognize the tone of voice; frantic.
I roll over, unwilling to let the sound get to me anyway, it sounds no different to their usual antics. I dont know what goes on beyond the fence; their backyard isnt included in my view. Ive seen the mother, she wears those scarves wrapped around her head, and I especially notice how she wears the same outfit everyday. Ive never seen the father maybe there isnt one. I close my eyes and exhale, but another bout of yelling forces them ope
Vencer al InfiernoEstiro las piernas y me coloco bien el pantalón de cuero negro. Las hebillas de la camisa de fuerza tintinean, ahora cuelgan como grandes cascabeles de acero, pero sé que pronto servirán para que las correas me obliguen a mantener los brazos pegados al cuerpo, sobre todo mis manos, mis preciosas manos. Las beso, las adoro, con ellas realizo maravillas y, lo más importante en este infierno, con ellas sobrevivo.Vencer al Infierno5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mientras espero, observo mi celda gris y aséptica de cuatro por seis metros. No tiene ventanas; paredes, techo y suelo son de cemento, liso e impersonal, por lo menos se encargan de mantenerlo tibio. Una de las paredes, la que está frente a mí y da al pasillo, es de cristal o de algún material similar, qué sé yo. No tiene puerta ni rejas, la primera vez que la vi me pregunté cómo se las arreglarían para meterme dentro, la respuesta era obvia: magia. Malditos espejismos, juegos de manos e inexplicables ilusiones, cua
Dream of the Past Chapter 1Dream of the Past Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the windowpane had managed to pull a certain German out his sleep. Shifting to find a better position in bed, Ludwig ended up curling up next to another person in bed. A flash of lightning lit up the room, and a few seconds later the windows shook with the following thunder. Any hope of getting back to sleep was lost as the lightning became more frequent. Sighing, Ludwig sat up in bed. A slight nagging sensation at the back of his mind became more intense as he became more alert. He had had a strange dream.
But what was it about?
He shook his head to try and rid himself of the foggy dream. A soft snore brought his attention back to his bed. Ludwig chuckled, Feli had snuck into his bed again. The female lay sprawled out on the other half of his bed, with her half of the covers around her ankles and her auburn hair fanned out across her pillow. She was wearing the dress shirt he had lent her, since he refused to let her run around his house i
A Collection of Moments Ch 10Everyone was curious when Optimus Prime called a meeting in the Rec Room which they all had to attend. Even the Dinobots were sitting in a corner, arms folded and looking bored. Skyfire sat in another corner, holding his excited Sparkling who was still receiving attention from various Femmes.A Collection of Moments Ch 104 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Any idea what this is about?" he politely asked a Femme called Moonracer who was cooing to Icefire.
"Not sure but I heard its good news," she said softly back.
Suddenly Optimus cleared his throat and the buzz of chatter died down.
The Prime and his mate were standing in front of the TV which was a good place to stand as everyone could see them. To one side, Ironhide was sitting with Chromia sprawled in his lap, both wearing big grins. Skyfire noted that Ratchet was near the couple and looking slightly grumpy.
"Thank you all for coming," Optimus began, his optics twinkling as the Dinobots huffed, as though they had far more important things they could be doing.
"We have a very special announcement
lighthouseI want to be your lighthouselighthouse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to stand alone
in the darkest storms that threaten
to break your every bone
and throw you up upon the reefs
your sails all ripped to shred
I want to be your lighthouse
and defy the raging dread
of the past and all its thunder
the liars and the lost
who just wanted to be with you
no matter what the cost
to your vanity and sanity
your sanctity and joy
crushing you beneath their fury
like a child's ocean liner toy.
I want to be your lighthouse.
I want to stand for you
I want to be held aloft the light
that you can follow, to get through.
I want to be your lighthouse.
I want to be relief
from the terrors that consume
your sleep in black and burning grief.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Letting GoRunning from the dark, but not towards the light.Letting Go4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stretching out my arm, but still losing the fight,
Feeling my stride, it is not with out my pride
My insides are torn, my body is worn.
Asking when, will I see your face again..
Misunderstood fate, still waiting at the gate.
Understanding rejection, you'll never get perfection.
Stupid bend, oh the time I will spend.
The tears that fly, I stare at that beautiful sky,
The clouds roll by, I wave a sad goodbye.
My mind remains stuck, guess I'm out of luck,
Called you a friend, my being refuses to mend.
Moving on, The pain is almost gone,
Another comes along, the feelings just weren't that strong.
Feeling depressed, Don't know why but severely stressed.
My final conclusion, dying alone is my only resolution.
White Sunday 57I'll wait for you on the cusp of the night,White Sunday 574 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
see you walk between shadows and the day.
I'll lay with you with passionate delight,
at the dawn, if you'll have me, I will stay.
Often lovers lie even with that word,
blaspheming for a solitary touch.
I am not here for purpose you've not heard
from my lips, testament of just how much
I want to linger into the light, days
becoming nights, becoming years and life.
I want to know you in all earthly ways,
embrace you in the manner of a wife.
And all of this is but one moment's thought,
but one that I know will not be forgot.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.