Edward - Story of Snow Pt 6Edward - Story of Snow Pt 64 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter Twenty One
Soft purple clouds hung like smoke in a dusky twilight sky. The rosy spring evening light flooded through the pointed windows of the dark Gothic pile on the hill above the town, and painted the walls inside with broad swathes of glowing pink
The effect was peaceful and serene. The scene would have made a beautiful watercolour study, if it hadn't been for the horribly jarring note introduced by the black figure at one of the attic windows.
The figure was swathed in trailing strips of ragged bandages, like an inky black Egyptian mummy. The mismatched rags were pinned together with glinting pins, studs, wires and great oval buckles, as if the body of the creature had been hastily assembled with whatever came to hand in a sadist's back parlour.
The thing's face had the likeness of a young boy who had been dead for some time, and then horribly mutilated. The funereal complexion was shadowed with blue and purple along the sunken cheekbones, with dark unhealthy purpl
VictimVictim5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Few Things Before I Start:
1. This is inspired by the movie Edward Scissorhands. I saw the movie about fifty times, and I KNOW my details aren't right by the movie, but I prefer it like this.
2. Don't let the short lines mislead you - This is NOT a poem.
3. This is my first fanfiction, so please leave a comment about it
There was an abandoned field
at the edge of the town
It was rumored
to be haunted by
Lots of people tried to enter the field
nobody came back to tell about it
no one knew personally one of these victims
but everyone heard about a one.
Amy ran freely
trying to reach the edge of the town
there was a field there
all of her friends said it was haunted
but she wasn't afraid
she was never afraid
she continued to run
into the field.
How nice will it be
when she'll tell all her friends
that she was the only one
who succeed in crossing the field.
In the distance
she suddenly saw a shadow
of a man
dressed in black,
with dark and messy
Little EggsOne green morning, our fat little facesLittle Eggs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look out the kitchen window and
Find a robin and her nest on our windowsill.
She carries baubles and trinkets—candy
Wrappers and foil—before her vivacious
Red breast and weaves them tenderly into her nest.
My mother, laughing, says
She’s dizzy with anticipation, painting ponies
And clouds on nursery walls.
Soon enough little blue eggs fill
The happy twigs and their gaudy trappings
And the robin settles—snug, waiting.
We, too, wait for spring miracles on the
Windowsill. Weeks pass—she sits faithful—but
Eggs remain eggs.
Mother gets an odd pallor and avoids the
Kitchen window. Sometimes I think she wants to
Chase the robin away, but understands she’s dear to us.
We want to give the robin our support—she’s
Like family, now—but wonder how long it
Takes for eggs to hatch. Surely not this long?
“Sometimes things go wrong,”
Mother answers to our curiosity.
CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 12CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I gasped, struggling for breath; at my heels bit a hoard of demons, screaming, yowling for my blood with the super demon leige himself leading the charge, Perseus.
Two years had passed. No Colus.
It never let up. Not once. Not a single day went by that I had a moment to rest from this mess, with the only difference being a few hours per week that I hid, that I could catch as much sleep as I dared. I had been captured too many times to count, I'd been declared every cursed name under the sun. I was hated, despised, and the world knew my name once again, but only as the insidious demonic spy for the angels. As far as everyone understood, i never did any good for these demons. I never cared for them. Never put my neck on the line to make sure their safety wasn't in jeopardy. No. Everything was demoted down that whatever good I had done for them, was to profit the angels somehow. That's the lie he spun.
The Colus was gone. On very rare, random occasions, i
Gods Among GodsGods Among Gods3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There is no room for pride as a god among gods.
The miracle that happens every day he decides he still loves me,
A lesser god, but god nonetheless. My pride eclipsed by rival skill.
And none remains, though in my arms he is.
My last link to what it right and what is real.
The resistance of tangibility, a labyrinth of ideas and creativity. One I cannot hope to match but with my visions.
And one day, perhaps, we will be the gods of gods
With each shining eye turned to us as we are crowned, beckoning for blessing.
One day this wounded pride may rise again, and only disdain will follow where love once reigned, and you will hate what I have become. Glory or your disciple. You will choose glory, for what use is a proud, self-assured disciple when she no longer listens?
The broken wings cannot be mended. And they will not be mended.
CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 9CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Noooonaaa" Cempe's aggravated tone rang down the hall of the estate. My groggy eyes snapped open in my room, a semi-assembled new Utopia under the crust. Less waterfall, more stream. Less rocks, more soft moss. More glow worms, more mushrooms, more of everything that was different then before. Out of it, I heard the voice again, "Nona! Your 6 AM fight appointment is here!" Bellowing out loud, I rolled over, stretching.
"Tell him to go away! Lock the barrier and just let him tire himself out!" I complained, grabbing at my head that this was happening all over again. For the whole last week. Either every day, or every other day, he'd be back. He'd come by and get his assistant to bellow and holler that we were cowards, and that I was hiding from his glorious power. Then I'd trudge out, smack him with the Colus a few times, and he'd retreat. Rinse and repeat for a week. Sometimes he had part of his fan club following him around, sometimes not. But if he w
To the parents of your childTo the parents of your child3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The children you all love so much, what do they return?
Return, they do day after day, endlessly seeking your approval, evading the eyes of truth with their endless lies. The wings she was born with, meant to comfort and lift above with her, they laughed. They all laughed so much, mocked, bore mocking feathers upon their crowns with their mocking voices, and all they did was laugh.
These wings, she decided, she had to be rid of them. These wretched wings so broad and so strong, yet so delicate. Delicate so feathers fell as he silver flashed, and flightless as became, flightless as those who crowned themselves in normalcy and pride.
Thy say that those who do not fly run, and those who do not run fly.
And she, scars and all, had chosen to run and in tears she laments the sacrifice of such great wings, such majesty with such hope. The angel had lost her wings, and with it her strength and will. The hope was in tatters, hanging dry and dead by sinews, all comfort for itself lost
CupcakesCupcakes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown
Edited by Edinpony
WARNING: This fanfiction is incredibly gory, and may ruin your appreciation of a certain My Little Pony character as well as the titular baked goods. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The air was warm, the sun was shining, and everypony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Rainbow Dash; her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wind. The blue pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then climbed several hundred feet and dove, streaking downward as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she pulled up back into the clear blue. Rainbow felt alive.
Suddenly, Dash remembered that she had somewhere to be; she was
Dragon WisdomDragon Wisdom3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by ilbv & Khael
The town square had been full of people and festivities for the celebration of the month. The sun was setting now and the square was empty and deathly quiet. Litter was strewn about, vendors had packed up and only the tents remained. All of the towns people were down in the park awaiting the annual fireworks display. The glow from the sun gave everything a yellowish brown hue.
ilbv had been frantically packing his bags to head to the fairs, but he had been caught up in work that was long overdue. ilbv wolfed down a sandwich and made a mad dash for the door. He was off down the corridors of the town, trying to get to the park before the sun set and the fireworks began without him. "I wish I had a damn car." he muttered.
High up in the clouds, the great dragon Khael was flying over the town, he knew that everyone was further off in the park and that he would be safe from human sight if he landed down in the square to take a break as the great brown and yellow dragon
UrUrgredju. Prologue - Guardian (RUS, ENG)RUS:UrUrgredju. Prologue - Guardian (RUS, ENG)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- О всемогущий НуРэ, наше великое солнце, - голос одинокого стражника звенел в заледенелом таинственном зале, - приветствую твои жизнь дающие лучи. Мы живём и соз
Hide and SeekHide and Seek2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hooray! It’s the weekend!” A little boy cried as he ran out the front doors of his small elementary school. The bell marking the end of school had just rung; and the children were walking, although most were running, out of the school. Many of them eagerly started home to their parents, but a few stayed behind to chat with their friends.
A small group of children gathered to speak to one another about their weekend plans. There were about five of them, and they were all in the same class together. In the third grade, their lives were carefree and happy; the only burden being homework or chores.
“What should we play?” A little boy, his name was Jimmy, asked his friends. “I don’t have to be back home until five or so.”
“How about tag? Tag is fun!” Another boy responded.
“Nah, that’s a stupid idea Billy!” A girl said to the boy, “We played that yesterday!” She made a noise that suggested that playin
Dissidia: Never Ending WarDissidia: Never Ending War6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cosmos, the goddess of harmony. Chaos, the god of destruction. Reigning from distant realms, the two gods had gathered warriors from all lands to lead them in savage war.
Cosmos and Chaos were of equal strength. It was believed the conflict would last forever.
However, the balance is now broken.
Those who answered Chaos's call created an inexhaustible force. And under vicious attack without relent, the warriors fighting for Cosmos started to fall one by one. The conflict that has continued for eons is now about to end in Chaos' favor. The world has been torn asunder, sinking into a vortex of disorder.
As for the few surviving warriors their fates have yet to be determined.
What The Hell Are You Doing Here?What The Hell Are You Doing Here?2 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was nearing midnight. Jeff looked at the bright full moon surrounded by dark clouds. He smirked, time for another one. He approached the house that he had been watching for a while, he had been waiting nearly all day till the time that he felt safe to go inside when the resident was fast asleep. From the information he gathered by watching the house for a while, he knew that one man lived in the small house, but he didn’t know if anyone else lived with him.
Jeff looked around the outside of the house, looking for an entry point. He noticed that a window on the second floor was open, but he didn’t feel like climbing up. Jeff walked around the walls of the house, inspecting the windows to see if any of them were open. Finally getting sick of just observation, he tried to open one of the windows, it didn’t budge. He tried another, and another, all the same result.
Jeff glared at the house in frustration; he really didn’t want to have to climb up the side of the
OblivionOblivion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That kind of beauty
can haunt a life
and ruin a man,
the incandescent taste of skin
so fair it flouts
a summer day
and taunts the bed clothes
as if to say
this is but a borrowed pleasure;
the supple lilt of hips
making wastrels of my senses
and savoring the scent
of flesh entrapping secrets
like a summer solstice;
and that last wave of wonder
puckered in a silken crescent
breaking over me
Essay: Why God CAN'T create meaningEssay: Why God CAN'T create meaning3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Many religious apologetics claim that without God, nihilism necessarily follows. The counterpoint has been made many times that even if the universe is meaningless or unpalatable without God, that doesn't make God any more likely to exist. If you decide that a world in which you're no seven feet tall is unacceptable to you, that won't make you any taller. However, nobody seems to have questioned the assumption that God's existence would impart meaning.
After listening to lectures from religious believers and talking to them online, I've noticed that they tend to view their God the same way a toddler views a father figure. Daddy is infinitely strong. Daddy knows everything, and he is always right. If Daddy says it's good, it's good. Pointing out flaws and inefficiencies in God's alleged work, and the moral and logical errors in God's alleged plan, seldom phases a believer, just like a toddler can never b
Creepypasta - Only A ShadowIt was bright. Too bright.Creepypasta - Only A Shadow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I raised a paw to shield my eyes from the fierce glare, moaning from the piercing pain it sent into my brain. As my pupils adjusted, I found myself staring around with wonder. There were tall brown things with big bushy green tops, and smaller green stuff that was soft and springy under my body. Dotted around were pretty colourful things that gave the air a nice, scented aroma. I shivered as a breeze passed by my body - my blue fur was still wet from my time in the egg, and the wind chilled me. Without warning I was covered in a thick, warm sheet and raised off the ground. I twisted in alarm as a hand came towards me, holding a small red and white ball. There was a flash of red, then nothing.
When I next came to, I could immediately tell I was in a different place. The air smelt completely different, and the overall atmosphere thrummed with energy. I cowered in fear - to go from somewhere so calm to somewhere so full of life was a huge leap my newborn mind co
Slappy Squirrel Case FileFull Name: Samantha “Slappy” SquirrelSlappy Squirrel Case File8 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Nicknames/Alias: Slappy the Slap-Happy Squirrel, Sammy Squirrel
Date of Birth: May 13, 1924
Place of Birth: Toon New York
Current Residence: A hollowed-out tree at a park
Other Known Residences/Past Residences: Other hollowed-out trees in various places in Toontown
Apparent Age: 80
A gray squirrel with a white muzzle, chest and belly, and white fur under her tail. Normally seen wearing a small green hat with a daisy in it.
Criminal Record (If Any):
Known Past Occupations:
-Toon actress under the employ of Disney, MGM, Maroon Cartoons and Warner Bros.
-Model for Playtoon Magazine, 1949-1959
Accomplishments of Note:
-Recipient of a Lifetime Achievement Award from the Farm Fresh Friar’s Club
-Voted Playtoon Magazine’s Babe of the year in 1949 and 1956
-Skippy Squirrel (nephew)
RipperRipperRipper5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
~All this World is Hell,
and all the Men and Women
He Looked and watched as she passed. With her hair down and hips swaying East to West. Once a Virgin, Pure and White, now a vile Portrait of Sin and Wickedness.
Once her Gaze met his, all Hope was lost to the Beast. She looked into his eyes, and saw nothing, he was sure. But hers told a story. A solitary Tale that defined the way of the world in this day; this God Forsaken time.
He Lured her into his grace with sweet, luxurious fruits and Drinks named for Beautiful Queens of far way lands.
Her Eyes were bright Gre
Daphne's Pyramid SchemeWhen she thought about it later, Daphne clearly recalled that it had all seemed too good to be true.Daphne's Pyramid Scheme4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been Zara's idea. The two of them had become friends due to the propensity of this new girl for bringing donuts to work. Donuts were a distinct weakness of Daphne's, as the personal trainer at the gym Daphne had recently signed up to but only ever gone to the once. That personal trainer had been really, really mean. And he smelled bad.
Any who, Zara was rapidly becoming Daphne's favourite new friend in the office, and many was the time she had made her way down to the copier room to go visit her. Zara was a funny girl to say the least, she looked like she'd seen only one instructional video on dressing properly for the office, and that had been "naughty secretary fun time IV", which needless to say Blockbuster video didn't carry, or possibly that film about spanking with Maggie Gyhlenhall in it. Daphne couldn't remember what that one was called. Her outfit of choice fo
CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 11CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I drifted back into another memory, something random and entirely nonsensical that happened years and years ago with Raziel. Sometime after our goat-demon fight where I managed to save his sorry hide with the Colus, an unfairly new weapon to me at that time, we made regular exorcist calls. There wasn't any real reputation gathered and I hadn't been suckered into killing off the good demons, along with the bad, just yet. Gauzier was kind enough to let our ruse, as shallow and transparent as the air around me, continue on unhindered; it was a memory nestled into a quiet, happy pocket of life that I got to enjoy and I wouldn't trade the world for it.
So way back when, we pulled up to this one house; a single floored , ranch-like house with an extensive carpeted basement, furnished and decked out in knickknacks of every variety. The priest had informed the two of us that the woman was hearing the usual. Scra
Creepypasta - ParalyzedPokemon Diamond. My most beloved game ever, the one I had beaten within days of getting it. I was well on my way to catching every Pokemon, only a few left. Whenever I was bored, I'd whip out my old DS and have a wander around with the Poke Radar, looking for the ones that had escaped my attention. It was taking a really long time, but I refused to cheat, and I didn't want to trade for it either. That just left the old fashioned way - good old man power.Creepypasta - Paralyzed4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was roughly 1am. I have quite severe insomnia, making it impossible for me to sleep some nights. It was times like these that I would play Diamond to tire out my brain, and half the time it managed to induce sleep in me. Maybe it would work tonight.
Yawning softly, I booted up the game and went to try for 100 straight battles in the Battle Tower. I was at 48, but then lost to the Battle Tycoon. Damn him. I didn't have enough will power to try again, so I decided to instead go looking for Pokemon with the Poke Radar. I had never sear
rapunzel, rapunzeli wanted to cut her open and see what her insides looked like, all beating simultaneously and vigorously, all frothing with life.rapunzel, rapunzel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i think what made me want her the most was her hair. sometimes dirty, sometimes gold. but always silk. i watched it tag behind her that one sunday, like the sun, as she rode her bicycle past my house on speedy wheels.
good morning, Mr.Kettle.
i did not see more than a flash of Caroline Wise, but it was all i needed to make her my next. my chair called for her name; the chains hung with the remains of the old. i patted their cries and promised not too long.
the coming summer months brought a breeze of staying at home alone and TV time for Mr. Kettle. Mrs. Wise would leave the house at exactly nine o'clock every morning, i made sure of it, and i watched as Caroline watched the the telly and played silly games on the laptop. sometimes she would take to the pool, and she and her little structure would slip out in her shiny two-piece suit, swayi
MK Guest Fighter: Pumpkinheadfrom PumpkinheadMK Guest Fighter: Pumpkinhead3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Costume 1: …what he always looks like in all the Pumpkinhead movies
Costume 2: Same appearance as above, only this time, he resembles a reskinned version of himself that makes him look exactly like a xenomorph from Alien (since he bears an uncanny resemblance to a xenomorph)
Pumpkinhead is the name of a powerful demon of vengeance, usualy summoned by those who wish to seek personal revenge against others who do wrong to them. However, summoning the demon comes with a consequence, that Pumpkinhead will not only kill the person the summoner wants dead, but will kill everyone else, and the summoner will began to feel the same pain as the victims it slaughters. When Shang Tsung failed Shao Kahn, he begged for a second chance and was rejuvenated by the emperor as a result. To keep himself from losing the Mortal Kombat tournament once again, Shang Tsung needed help from something powerful enough to crush the warriors of Earthrealm. He conduct