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Klavier von MesserliKlavier von Messerli5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name: Klavier von Messerli
Age: Unknown (Said to be immortal by many)
Gender: Male
Height: 5’09”
Hair Color: Ash Blonde (reaches to his chest and hangs loose)
Eye Color: Pale Yellow (has slit-like pupils)
Weight: 129 lbs.
Nationality: Unknown (Likely German)
Personality: Klavier is polite and gentlemanly, smiling pleasantly to friend and foe alike. His tone is usually even and he rarely finds reason to become cold towards someone unless they have done miserably at something or they report some sort of mistake. He cares little for others and sees any plan he puts into action as the only thing that must have his attention. Kla
Hollow Hunters - PilotHollow Hunters – PilotHollow Hunters - Pilot6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
By Sephzero
The town of Sleeping Hollow nestled itself along both banks of the Blue River, a name which surfaced from early explorers of the region utter lack of imagination in naming conventions. Despite their deficient skills in naming, they nonetheless settled the regions. Generations after successive generations built their livelihood along the river and in just many generations did the name of the place changed too. Mostly to escape debt collectors or on occasions bad reputations which had been attached to the prior town’s name. Despite its tumultuous history the town prosper and grew as its citizens l
Changed Chapter 1: TameraChanged Chapter 1: Tamera3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I desperately fled from my locker as I heard the warning bell ring signaling us to start heading to class. I was late for English class everyday.
Why only me?
I am one of the lucky students who got the new lockers downstairs; my English class is on the third floor at the opposite end of the building. While I was running I could hear kids mocking me.
"Hurry up Tamera before you ruin your kiss up image!" yelled some one from behind me. I already had a pretty good idea of who it before I turned around to glare at him.
"Go jump off a cliff!" I yelled back. He put his hand in front of his mouth and gasped. I rolled my eyes
Dos and Don'ts of Fanfics - 2More DOs and DON’Ts of FanfictionDos and Don'ts of Fanfics - 24 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Again, this is about 87% opinion, 10% speculation based on observation of ff.net, and 3% fact. However, it's meant to be helpful. Kind of.
I didn’t get flamed last time, so I'm not going to write all of those pointless defensive bits and bobs this time. Flamers can go read part one. There.
Edit: I thought of some more Dos and Don'ts, and since this was far too short in my opinion, I decided to update and repost.
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1. DO – eat, drink, shower and sleep while writing fan fiction. Especially shower. Seriously, I even had a fellow author tell me that she was up spellchecking a story in the mi
Teardrops and RosesTeardrops and rosesTeardrops and Roses5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I’ll always be alone
Dew on the petals
Melancholy beauty
Teardrops and roses
The image burning
To my core
Teardrops and roses
I stared ahead blankly
Silent, listening
Words I don’t know
Fly over my head
Teardrops and roses
I’m thinking of you
No longer listening
Yet listening to nothing
Teardrops and roses
Silence is painful
It’s lonely
It’s stifling
Teardrops and roses
I listen to nothing
I stare at the picture
Teardrops and roses
I’ll always be alone
I say it aloud
Teardrops and roses
I stumble
It’s hard
Teardrops and roses
Like rain and silk
One ruins the
The artist: 6 Break AwayThe wind snapped at his jacket; this bothered him, he pulled it off and let go. The jacket dropped and fluttered away, spinning lazily to the floor, arms flailing as if a person was still wearing it.The artist: 6 Break Away5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He frowned; he left his phone in that jacket. He shrugged, it wasn't like he would need it much longer. He wondered if there was a more artistic way to go.
He wanted to let go you see, an amateur artist, with amateur art, going with the all-to-casual flow, clung to that monotonous pillar, holding up some metaphorical foundation of his boring life.
He would break away from that. His foot paused, over over the edge of the roof. His death would b
Blizzard: 7 heavenHe roared, a bestial roar that spoke of anger and pain. The snow fell unrelenting; it could of been stones for all it mattered, his body had numbed to the point he could feel naught anyway. The angel once again walked closer, he tried to back off but his legs were far too numb. Willpower alone had seen him across many miles in this blizzard. "I don't want to go yet" he all but mumbled, the blood on his lips freezing even as it escaped his mouth. The closer she drew to him, the more the pain went away, the more tired he became.Blizzard: 7 heaven5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He made one last clumsy swing with his arm and it hit her on the shoulder, knocking the angel back a few steps. He a
Hypocrite: 30 Under The RainHe watched the skies open up, and blinked the water from his eyes and closed them. It was a weird thing to enjoy, something people would berate him about when he woke up the next day with a fever. In just a few moments of sitting there in his reverie-like state, he was soaked to the skin. A sloshing announced somebody's footsteps and the rain stopped falling on his face. He opened his eyes, listening to the patter of rain falling on an umbrella.Hypocrite: 30 Under The Rain5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Hey" she said, and knelt down. "You okay?" she asked, she sounded generally worried. Well, it's a fair thing to assume, someone lying down in the rain with their eyes closed could be dead for all th
Weight of the WorldIWeight of the World5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wake up early
To a soggy pillow and the forced wheezing
Of a starving child
For a moment I’m somewhere else
In riot-stricken Burma
And fallen Lebanon
But the white walls of my room
And the gray skyline
Remind me where I am
The world’s become so small
It’s easy to forget
II
As I eat my stale toast
A four year-old from Peru
Sows together my shirt and sweater
She hands them to me as I swallow my last bite
Then begins to assemble
A pair of shoes
III
I almost miss the bus
On the street corner, piles of bodies
Left there from the night before—
Twitching limbs I have to scale
To reach it in time
I pl
IOnceI5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell with a snowflake
I landed in a back yard
Where a child rolled me over awhile
And fashioned a Snowman
Once
I was a plant in someone’s window
She forgot to water me
I withered
And one day
I died
That green flash you glimpsed
As you watched the sun set behind the sea
It filled you with a tingling sense of wonder
That was me
There was a time
When I felt the shock of lightning
It struck me and split me
Leaving my singed branches
Sprawled at my feet
And once
I burst from the womb
Half blind and cold
I made my way to mother’s breast
To suckle alongside sisters and brothers
Recall the wind you heard
Rus
JaywalkersJust imagine—years from nowJaywalkers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Robots will walk among us
Imagine
They’ll look like us
They’ll have jobs and occupations like us
Only they’ll be better at them
There’s one thing they won’t ever do
And that’s jaywalking
The sudden impulse—to cross ten yards away from the corner
Without a traffic light to guide the way
Considering the many calculations to determine if it’s safe
And all of it topped off
By a Leap of Faith
Faith that no one will come speeding around the corner
Robots can’t do that
Robots don’t have faith
We’ll grow to cherish jaywalking
Because it’s wha
Self-ReliantI am self-reliant...Self-Reliant5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I am worthy.
I am--
The small scrawling hand paused in its motion of writing everything it and its owner were not. Carefully it returned the long black quill it had been using back into the ink bottle on the hard wooden desk and slowly moved away from the crackly parchment. That small hand was attached to an equally small forearm and wrist which went past a slightly knobby eblow and over the ridge of a tiny, round shoulder, finally coming to rest on the valleys, gullies, and peaks of a little face framed by a forest of thick, black, curly weed and vine. The features of the small boy dressed in the clothes of nobility w
Patient 1086That day is nothing but a dream. A nightmare.Patient 10865 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I swear that I'm innocent. You caught me with bloody hands.
Even if my pale hands are red, will you love me?
Please, I will go cold, if you do not love me.
~Le do thoil, gra me. Gra me go bais.~
(Please, love me. Love me to death.)
"MARCO!!!!!"
The voice seemed to echo all around the St. Ryan McAndrews Mental Hospital. It was that of patient 1086, Fransico Manhattan; or, as he liked to be called for whatever reason, Pez.
"Stop asking me the SAME DAMN QUESTIONS!!" his pastel green eyes glared at me, his black hair falling over his face. "Tu amadan, Marco!!" he said, speaking irish fluently
TimeTime consumes all oddsTime5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It waits for no one
And stops for nothing
Whats done is done
Time ends all suffering
It cures sorrow
And hinders regret
And yet, cannot be conquered
Time engulfs happiness
It hastens joy
And prolongs agony
Both comrade and foe
Cute: Sammy's Inventor StoryMY INVENTER STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish that I could be in a wunder land that would be so cool!!!!!!! Because if I was that would be sooooooooooo sweet.Thoo the only probolim is I just don’t know how to get back!! AND THEN I ACSHOLY WAS THER OOHH. NNOO. I still don’t know how to get back!!!!!!I SCREAMED OOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND RAN A RAND EVRYWERE!!!!!!!!!!But then I only hade to liv there for just like 8 days so then 8 days past by vary fast.But I hade A NOTHER PROBOLIM!!!!!!!IT WAS nite time so I hade to wait again.And then it was morning YYYAAAYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SHOUTCute: Sammy's Inventor Story5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
HeartsongInto sky and sea we dive, in search ofHeartsong5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love, longing for a dream
Only to find it here, in our eyes
Veiled by our own fear
East and north I searched for you
You came to me as I slept
Opening the curtain that held
Under the boy eager to be changed
Teach me to breathe anew
Into which veins pour your symphony
Now and again releasing the true you
Alongside the most beautiful heartsong
Idea for a Vampire storyShe woke up, eyes barely open, and she mumbled, “Is it Saturday?”Idea for a Vampire story5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A shadow was standing there. It was still dark out so she couldn’t see what he looked like. “Not yet, and unfortunately for you, it will never come.” He opened his mouth and showed his razor sharp fangs.
She screamed at the top of her lungs but only for a second. The vampire bit her neck and sucked. On the last second she had lived, she saw him. He had blood red eyes and pale skin. His skin felt soft and his teeth were sharper than any sword.
SummerIt's storming just to make itSummer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an official three nights in a row
and I cannot sleep
not the winds are ready
to rip away my flesh.
Before, the heat kept me awake
by sending mirages into my dream
screaming and distorted reality
I was walking through cornfields
linear cuts on bare arms
just searching for someone
big enough to take in all of me
my statue coated in DMSO
to absorb all this fault
someone I could not possibly hurt
but still touch.
In my dreams old memories rise
as lost photographs I never meant to look for
But still I search
for my shadow to hide in
and tomorrow I might sleep in the sun.
life...I wanna be a diffrent personlife...5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I wanna be like the best girls
I wanna be a perfect Woman
I wanna have the best men, like i think...
But i cant...
Life is not a pleasure
It is a obrigation!
Enjoy the life like u can...
Kankuro and his love the cake."Kankuro... what ARE you doing?" Temari sweatdropped.Kankuro and his love the cake.6 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Eating CAKE!!" he exclaimed.
"Eating-- WHY?" Temari asked, confused.
"It's delicious." Kankuro answered.
"Where'd you get it?" Temari eyed the cake warily.
"Gaara didn't want it." Kankuro smiled.
"Gaara didn't--" Temari looked extremely confused now.
"Ya, he said something about this bushy-browed freak giving it to him as a peace treaty and Gaara being allergic to cherry. I love cherry, so he gave it to me!" And Kankuro chomped down on a giant bit of cake.
"Ah.." Temari didn't look like she understood, but she nodded her head and walked off. Muttering about idiotic confusing broth
Scentence Number FiveSentence Number FiveScentence Number Five6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The sound of my name, whispered in a voice I did not know but trusted completely, pulled me from the dark of my nightmare like strong hands saving me from the depths of the ocean. I opened bleary eyes hurriedly, thinking that the voice had somehow been my father’s and that I was late to begin my morning routine.
I looked from where I lay into the darkness that surrounded me in the waking world, and realized that far from being late to begin my day, I was in fact several hours early. I shifted beneath the mound of blankets and sheets that I had wrapped around myself and sat up.
I blinked once, twice, three times;
Walls.If you listen, you will hear the creaks and groans of the walls.Walls.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you open yourself, you'll know the emotions that wall has.
If you listen closely enough, you hear past murmurs in the halls.
If you pay attention, you will see your home as-
As it really is.
An angry man makes an unwelcoming wall.
One of unease.
A happy man makes a welcoming wall.
One of please.
A sad man makes a sorrowful wall.
One filled with a dark dispair.
A pompous man makes a powerful wall.
It creates a sickening air.
I hear the walls talk.
I feel the floor's pain from paces.
There was a worried walk.
But one of many faces.
I feel the laugther of a banq
LORDS: Five Times5 Times Xandre Nearly Told Ephirem He Loved Him [Pre-War]LORDS: Five Times6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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1. He’s seven years old, small and sweet and shy, mostly because he’s wearing a dress. He doesn’t want to, but his mehla insisted, she always insisted because ‘It’s to keep you safe darling’, and he wished she wouldn’t, because right now a boy is staring at him, his golden eyes peeking up from the long summer grass, and it makes him feel self-conscious and withdrawn and – ‘You’re really pretty,’ the boy says finally, propping his hands under his chin, smiling a smile of never-wavering confidence that would only strengthen wi
CW: Ex Libris“Ex Libris”CW: Ex Libris6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My glasses dig into my face;
My eyes are bright, and move apace.
Closer to the words I lean,
The slightest hints I hope to glean.
The sentence ends; I turn the page
Words fill my veins with grief and rage.
My nose is blackened from the text
I need to know: what happens next?
Thus away my life does dwindle;
Between the signatures I thrive;
Some women go to wheel and spindle
But I? Only in a book am I alive.
Sta.sh
