ShinigamiShinigami6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
La serata aveva una luna così chiara da quasi veder sprecate le lanterne della taverna, un bianco pallore che invitava a bere sakè, ascoltare le cicale e le voci distanti del villaggio.
Il gruppo di chunin guardava di sbieco il jonin nell'angolo del locale,intento a mangiare in completa solitudine il suo piatto :Tonno al miso.
Non c'era bisogno di vederlo o di sentirlo ordinare per saperlo dato che ordinava ogni sera lo stesso piatto , allo stesso tavolo ,ogni sera se si trovava a Konoha dopo aver consumato la cena in famiglia.Veniva qui perchè sua madre,secondo lui, lo condiva troppo .
Non che questo si fosse saputo da lui,ovviamente, dato che parlava quasi esclusivamente di missioni o di argomenti inerenti il villaggio ma dai dialoghi del padre con i suoi vecchi compagni di team e di bevute.
I 4 shinobi erano venuti solo a gustarsi una cenetta tranquilla ed in allegria convinti che fosse ancora in missione,altrimenti sarebbero venuti più tardi ,dato
Top Reasons Why Video Gamers Are Good PeopleTop Reasons Video Gamers Are Good PeopleTop Reasons Why Video Gamers Are Good People2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
1: The Things We Don’t Do.
Lets look at the life of a gamer. We wake up, go to school, come home and play video games. I’ve heard it said that “Idle minds are the devils workshop”. What if we, gamers, didn’t have our video games to keep us occupied? We would most likely be out in the world doing what most non-gaming kids do in this modern age. We would be out loitering in some parking lot talking about our girlfriends or boyfriends and spending all our money on illegal drugs cause we’ve got nothing better to do. Or maybe we wouldn’t have access to anything illegal so we would run around town kicking mailboxes or throwing eggs at other peoples houses. Basically put, gaming is one of the safest hobbies one can have and although many parents might say “My child has no friends because he’s always on his Xbox”, you should know that if he doesn’t make friends at sch
Winters RestTo you,Winters Rest2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in our eternity,
where days are memories,
as by time,
said in blissful sleep,
"you will see me again,"
With that smile,
like faded rose,
the radiance, has left my eyes,
leaving me, with time uncertain,
the snow and memories,
have come at last for me,
It asks us to endure,
blowing threw my tenderness,
but it was all the same,
It's warmth was winter's bane,
In this dreadful wind,
As by match it disappears,
and as with gentle touch,
My horizon lost,
and light deprived,
Standing on the brink,
where life is slowly drained,
Your light so beautiful,
No longer with a broken heart,
even when I'm gone,
You are close to me,
the rose remains, on the garden bed,
Of our lost time,
to our ties
and with mine,
only for a day,
near the hill,
sorrow comes to mind,
I have wishes,
but not today,
the hand is here,
this force takes the moment,
It beckons me, to slumb
Night in the Autumnal WoodNight in the Autumnal Wood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly the sun is setting in the distance,
In the sky already the first stars are twinkling.
The river is shimmering like a silver band.
Peace invades the whole land.
Full and round the moon illumines the earth,
So that it will finally become night again.
But in the middle of the wood
There is a clearing fair
An elf is sitting under the trees
Lost in musing
I was sunk in better times.
Silent, timeless -
One with nature
Moonlight in the autumnal wood.
Leaves glisten softly,
Music strikes up
Beautiful like starlight.
The whisper of the worlds,
The glances of magic,
And the eternity of elves,
In dreams of dark ages.
In the shimmering moonlit night,
When the wind sleeps in the crowns,
I rise from the ground,
Wandering among the trees.
I feel by myself that never will
A human touch penetrate these grounds!
And the wood stands listening
To its own silence soundless.
And I lift my arms,
Looking up to the stars,
Like a lovely thought
Of moonlit loneliness.
EscapingI got tired of running away,Escaping2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of not defending myself.
I got tired of escaping reality,
of searching my happiness in you.
To my momWhenever I feel down,To my mom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You give me your love
And treat me like a child,
But I don't mind,
Because I am your child.
Sometimes we argue,
Sometimes we cry,
But I know that you'll never
Start to hate me.
My dearest mom,
May your life
Be filled with happiness
And filled with luck,
And stay healthy
As long as you can.
Let me return your love
That you gave me,
Let me be your good girl,
Let me wish you a happy birthday
And good luck in your life.
May all your wishes
That you keep in your heart
Come true someday,
So that you can let them
Sparkle like stars.
A Happy WorldHappiness,A Happy World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is what I want to see.
Is what I want to read.
Sadness can go away,
And fade away into yesterday.
Depression can melt into history,
And the survivors can live peacefully.
Cutters can put down their knives,
And begin to heal their wounds.
The bullied can be left alone,
And begin to forget about those bullies that paid their dues.
The lonely can stop crying,
And find comfort with new friends.
The lost can find a way,
And make it through their life.
The world I want,
The world I need,
Is it really that far away,
Or is it right in front of me?
HalloweenGo toward the door.Halloween9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn off the light.
Say one last prayer.
Then say goodnight.
Accept your fate.
Lay down your head.
Then count to three.
And you'll be dead.
He saw you sleeping.
You are a keeper.
Meet your new friend.
Your favorite Grim Reeper.
He slows your pulse.
He takes your breath.
As you relax.
And try to rest.
He takes your hand.
Death so serene.
Wake up and smile.
habithabit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a shard of adulterated moon-light
sneaks through the gap in curtains
a luminous presence in a dark room
turn the back to it
to rummage through lightless reconstructs
The Ghosts From the Grand Banks: Chapter 1The Ghosts From the Grand Banks: Chapter 111 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
APRIL 14, 2015
It was 6:00 in the evening. Steven had just returned from an outing with Connie. They and some of the residents of Beach City have been observing a peculiar sight:
Icebergs. . .
the spring of that year was unusually cold, and due to this drop in temperature, the Labrador current decided to stop by Beach City and wave at it from some of it's floating packs of sea ice.
Ah what a day that was. Steven recalled a talk that he had with Connie concerning the unusual appearance of the Bergs when she suddenly realized the current date.
"Gosh, Steven, I just realized what this date is suppose to be." she said to him,
"Sunday?" he asked.
"I know it's Sunday, but today is the. . . 105th anniversary of the Titanic Disaster."
"The Titanic? what is it suppose to be?"
"Well Steven." she answered back. "The Royal Mail Ship, Titanic was a huge ocean liner. I mean bigger than Beach City itself. At her time she was the largest and most luxurious liner in the world."
The Ghosts From the Grand Banks: Chapter 2The Ghosts From the Grand Banks: Chapter 211 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Soon after coming to terms with his situation, Steven decided to head into the bowels of the Ship to see if anyone knew what what going on. At the Same time he felt the vibrations of the engines slowly cease and stop.
Steven traveled down a flight of beautifully ornamented stairs into C-deck where much to his surprise, everyone here was still asleep. One mustached man exited his cabin and pushed Steven aside rudely, then headed up the stairs and out of Steven's sight.
As he made another trip up the same flight of stairs, Steven managed to get a good view of the ornately carved clock that hung on the first set of stairs that connected the boat deck to the promenade deck.
The carvings around the clock depicted two female figures representing Gems crowning time represented by the clock, and all around the Staircase Steven saw signs that the Ship's architecture was partially influenced by Gem culture and fused with Human culture as there were details that came o
skinny dippingthe wind wrapped itself around our bodies as we undressedskinny dipping10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we took a running start to the dock
and jumped off quickly into the water
(as if it would be warmer there)
How Far?How far will you take it?How Far?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it becomes possible, how far will you go?
Genetic engineering, cybernetics, stem cells...
When these things become more than just reality, when they are commonplace...
How far will you take it?
Will you use them to realize your most personal fantasies?
Will you use them to get ahead in the world?
Will you use them to simply look, "normal?"
If you're a transgender, will you resolve your gender identify genetically, not just cosmetically?
If you're a furry, will you change you're biology to make you're fursona a reality?
If you're big boned, or just plain fat, will you try to become, "one of the beautiful people."
If you have some strange sexual fetish, will you pursue it?
If you're too "flat," too "small," or whatever, how far will you go?
If you're dumb, or weak, or have some disease, will you try to fix yourself?
What will happen when there is nothing between the person you are, and the person you want to be?
Will we become more shallow, or more acceptin
The Ghosts From the Grand Banks: Chapter 3The Ghosts From the Grand Banks: Chapter 311 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steven was greeted by a new and louder noise. The deafening roar was in fact the Ship herself releasing the excess steam. To him it was like standing in front of 20 locomotives blowing off steam in a low key. This sound was mingled with the loud whistles that tooted at regular intervals also in an attempt to release the steam.
April 15, 1912
As Steven made his way to the upper decks, he was greeted to the sight of hundreds of sleepy passengers that began crowding the corridors and staircases that he was standing on.
"Put your lifebelts on! Put your lifebelts on!"
Stewards went around carrying the ghostly white lifejackets and handing them to the half asleep passengers, some of them already putting them on.
Steven stopped and asked one of the Stewards.
"Excuse me. Excuse me sir." he asked "What seems to be the trouble."
"There's no problem sir. The ship is just experiencing a little technical issue. we are wo