Nuit nordiqueNuit nordique4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
La nuit est faite d'aurores
et de miettes de pain
MakerMaker5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How do you move within the stone?
And who has said that this is stone?
No one but I may say - no one.
And will they listen, every one?
No need for all, if some few will.
May I be one among the few?
Oh I will leave that up to you.
Veiled, unveiled, uncertain, sure,
Each day I choose - may it be well -
Stone - or story still to tell.
The Realm of Quirnar IntroThe Realm of Quirnar Intro5 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Realm of Quirnar
In a place where magical races roamed over distant lands and deep waters, a group of powerful gods thrived. They held influence over the sun, moon, stars, waters, earth, and sky just to name a few things. Due to their immense power, they also had the ability to create life and through them elves, mermaids, dwarves, dragons, and even angels were made to serve them. The divine ones held no regrets as new life was breathed into all creatures. The dwarves lived in the mountains and mined precious ore to help create religious temples and the mermaids swam along the oceans' shores to perform dances in honor of the gods. Also, the angels served as their greatest messengers and these winged beings held a breathtaking beauty that spellbound anyone. Finally, the elves were blessed as an immortal race since many elven priests and priestesses honored them through various religious rites.
A Hundred Percent Time Lord -1Chapter 1 - First Of The Time LordsA Hundred Percent Time Lord -17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Morning Rose smiled, pulling the Doctor closer to her.
Happy birthday gorgeous. He grinned, wrapping his arms tighter around her.
Present time! He beamed down at her.
No lets stay here a bit longer. She protested, tightening her grip on him.
We dont need to get up, I have them all here. He indicated over the edge of the bed. But for the first one I dont even need to move. He gave her a kiss. They get better I promise.
Rose smiled. I dont need anything else.
Now thats sweet but tough theres more. He leant over the side of the bed.
Nice view. Rose said cheekily.
Oi! Are you ogling my bum Mrs Smith?
Why, yes I am Mr Smith!
Well thats fine with me! He sat back up, producing a bunch of red roses from behind the
Execute all Monsters11:00 pmExecute all Monsters5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She held her hands near her heart. Her mind was still intact, but she was falling apart. She stood outside the entrance to the world she was from.
The world where she experienced pain and pleasure. The world no one ever knew.
With a deep sigh, she walked inside.. graciously, timidly, every step is counted. The lights went crazy, the music boomed. It was the usual saturday party night, dancing and drinking were prioritized.
She looked around. She smiled sheepishly to herself, no one noticed. No one noticed that she was Lady Gaga. The pop icon. She continued walking towards the bar with her eccentric looks and a cap to disguise her identity. She hopped unto the chair and with a flip of the hand she ordered a glass of wine-- just to make her blood pump up.
She was about to do something very dirty tonight, with the help of this certain someone.
Look at him, look at me.
That boy is bad, and honestly.
He's a wolf in disguise
But I can't help staring in those evil eyes
She took a sip
You Know You're A Monster When1. You have called her Mother Gaga, Mama Monster at least once.You Know You're A Monster When5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
2. When you grow up, you want to drive Pussy Wagon. (Or if you are of driving age, you have seriously considered getting Pussy Wagon sprayed onto the back hood of your car.) [This one is now crossed out.]
3. You have never missed any prime time television performances. Ever.
4. In that case, you have cried at least once from the sheer inspiration and charisma that she brings, and your family has looked at you strangely.
5. You know when someone's made it because your four year old niece and your grandma both loves her.
6. You sing Bad Romance like an anthem.
7. You now refer to the male genitalia as you know. Y'all know.
8. [Disco sticks only] You have gotten a boner before.
9. And then, afterwards you realize that this seems disrespectful, so you stopped getting them.
10. You believe that she is the reincarnation of Oscar Wilde. Or Shakespeare. Or somebody.
11. You suddenly now want to live in New York.
My Personal ManifestoHave you ever obsessed over something that you never thought you would even like? That is exactly what happened to me when I first stumbled upon Lady GaGa. I heard one of her songs, Just Dance, on the radio and thought it was pretty cool and really catchy. Later, I was messing around on Youtube and looked up another one of her songs. I decided that I really liked that one, too, and that I wanted more. I never would have thought that I could be attracted to this music but I was; there was something about her that I found intriguing and addicting and I wanted it, but I didn't know what. I eventually listened to some of her other songs, and again, I was captivated. I still had no idea why I admired her because I am not like her in any way, nor do I usually like her type of music. She is extremely eccentric and crazy and quite promiscuous, while I am mostly quiet, shy, and conservative.My Personal Manifesto5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
However, she would be nothing without her wild side, which makes her the electrifying person that she is
Monster Ball DreamIt's very dark, and the loud screams of people all around you make you feel tingly. There are cameras flashing, a wind of light flowing past in the crowd. You feel your legs turn to jelly as you stand up with some other monsters. The cans in your hair, fixed to your head. You feel the blue ticket in your hand. The ticket you worked so hard to get. And now you are here, awaiting something magical, you can't help but scream inside.Monster Ball Dream5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A large screen lights up in front of you, and a count down has begun. 10. 9. 8 you scream. 7. 6. 5 you pinch yourself. 5. 3. 2. 1. Everything goes dark.
Music has begun, and the screams of people get louder. People start jumping around you, and you are automatically pulled into the trend. You are waiting a couple of minutes before you see a small figure in front of you, a couple of meters ahead of you. Moving around the stage. Magic. You think to yourself over and over again about everything you did to get here, but the power she is mak
Lost in your Brown Eyes Chp1 "Oh wow, you messed my hair up again." I shrugged, lazily fixing my hair up.Lost in your Brown Eyes Chp15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh sorry," he smirked. "I didn't mean to. . "
"Yeah right." I laughed.
Nothing beats a sunday night, just hanging out with the one you really love. Everything seems perfect, well except for the annoying sound of the train passing by. It really is a bother living near the train station. We really need to find another place.
"So how was your day at the studio Stefani?" My boyfriend for two good years, James a honey blonde with a well built body, asked me. We were both sitting at the sofa enjoying a bottle of coke and a box of italian style pizza.
"Same as usual hun, we recorded some songs, composed songs, yada, yada. . Everythin
AIW The Path: Chapter 6The Path: Chapter 6AIW The Path: Chapter 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Whether it was the unbalance of her stance, the inertia of the spin, shock, exhaustion, or any other thing one may imagine Alice fell to knees. Her lips formed words, or perhaps tried to for no sound escaped. Mirana moved forward to see if the girl was alright before she realized what had happened. Then she too was struck mute and immobile. The only sound to fill the room were the words from the man in the bed.
"Am I dead? I must be dead."
Sitting up in the bed Tarrant looked at the two women in front of him. They were so still he wondered whether they were in fact real, or just images from his mind painted onto reality. His head swirled inside as he rose and he pressed a hand to it. He groaned at the ache in his muscles from those two small movements. Raking his wild mess of curls back some he looked at the girl kneeling on the floor. She was like an angel, golden hair alight from the fire surrounded her porcelain doll face like a halo. Even her stance had a
Alejandro InterpretationShe does not look at men.Alejandro Interpretation5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is fear of the supernatural, fear of ghosts and spiders and a snake's cold touch. There is the fear of falling, of climbing, of closed spaces. There is the fear of loneliness, fear of rejection, fear of taboos that raise one's adrenaline. Drugs. Alcohol. Sex.
Have you ever heard, a fear of men?
She is afraid. Afraid of their long legs and hands, afraid of their strong, able bodies, afraid of their big horse-like eyes. Afraid of every inch, every fibre, every hair that belongs to one. She is afraid of their whistles, the eerie wolf whistles that only men can make. She does not look at them. When one of them glances her way, she lowers her gaze and hurry on, her hands burning in her pockets. She is afraid of that hand, the same hand that can reach out to touch her gently and strike down on her the next.
She hurries on, clutching her purple Gucci purse tightly against herself, staring at the pavement ahead of her. Her legs are cold, but she lo
Russian RouletteShe stands behind me again.Russian Roulette5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There is white paint upon her face (red paint on her lips, and black around her eyes), even though she and I both know who she isor rather, what she is. I see her reflected in the mirror, her eyesbrilliant crimson eyes shining in the sea of whiteglowing. Luminescent like a solitary candle in the sinful world in which I am now chained.
She toys with the revolver in her right hand, then spins the cylinder with her middle finger and cocks the gun. Her skin is flawless, creamy and pale like whipped cream covering a chocolate birthday cake. Those were better days, weren't they? She looks at her nails. They are immaculately kept, painted a shiny black.
I focus back on myself. Myself, myself, it's all about me. There are black lines on my cheeks, tracks that tears have cascaded down in the past hour. Stupid cheap mascara. My tears might taste like salt, but my blood tastes like copper.
Bloodrather, my bloodis so
On The Edge ProseOn The Edge Prose5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have survived among the flames
I'm standing on the edge
the rock is my foundation
holding me from horrific agony
the heat is intense, lapping around
a short wall made of stone
emotions flare, most never seen
because many refuse to look
but if you see my face you'll notice
pain behind my eyes
the pain beats from a broken heart
that perhaps the flames can melt
Yet what else would burn
if I jumped into the flames
would my soul end in the fire?
or would the flames rebuild me
give me a new strength
so I could influence others to live
For now it's best I don't fall
or turn toward the fire
we should never touch a force
stronger than one we cannot control
At this moment I should just stand
on the edge
Once a Thief - Part 2Once a Thief - Part 26 years ago in Horror More Like This
Title: Once a Thief
Category: Books » Clive Barker
Summary: Starting before the events of The Thief of Always, Hood has always had loyal servants to aid him in his conquests, until Rictus encounters a situation that may turn him from his master forever.
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Rachel always found it strange how dreams worked. In most cases, it was always easier to remember the dreams you would rather forget than the ones that you tried to remember. In this case, the nightmares that had accompanied her during the night had chosen to stay on until morning, the images burned vividly into her waking memory. The nightmares--as calling them dreams seemed v
He is my MonsterHe is my Monster5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She took her pen and opened her diary; Another page to write in her book. Life was always the same: cameras, fashion, shows, piano, fishnets, money and monsters.
Oh the monsters she thought how could I forget them.
She continued remembering that night. As thoughts flashed her mind she lifted her pen and placed it on the blank sheet of paper. With a very sophisticated caligraphy she started to write that unforgetable night.
I didn't expect this to happen so soon, and I didn't see how it left without a trace. Like any other nights I went out clubbing, I colapsed with someone. Either a boy or a girl, I didn't mind, but this particular boy, he was different. I tried getting his attention, but it was no use. Even though I was barely dressed and I had about a thousand eyes on me, he didn't look at all. I tried everything, from dancing scandalously to trying not to be noticed at all, but nothing worked, so I pulled my guns out. I got up on the DJ deck for everyone to
:untitled: chapter oneHes coming back. I scurry silently along my bedroom floor and isolate myself within my bed sheets in the farthest corner of the room, hoping that he will leave. I can now hear his harsh footsteps coming ever closer, smashing earthquakes. One...Two...Three...Four... Then silence.:untitled: chapter one6 years ago in Horror More Like This
I almost cry a tear in relief but then I hear it. Smash of bone china on my bedroom door. The piercing echo rages through me as the fragments crash unto the ground. My supposed place of solitude is soon to be condemned by this apocalypse of infamy. Im too scared to open my eyes, too sick to breathe. The bitter-sweet taste of poison pulses through my veins as he screams, sending a sub-zero chill through my whole body. Please make this madness stop. Please free me from this constant nightmare.
Drips of ice-cold sweat begin to fall down my face as I clutch for dear life onto my sheets, the only barrier between the two of us. The footsteps begin to get ever closer now. Too close. The door creaks open. O
Hell od Wonderland 1 part 3Wedding and reception organized near the forest, where stood a huge table for 15 yards full of colorful teapots, cups and various cakes and cookies..Table has always been a place to celebrate the important things for the Land of the Underground, was celebrated not only vows Stayne and hatters, but the death of the cruel king of hearts.Hell od Wonderland 1 part 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the edge of the table sat young couples, all sat where he fell, it started from the usual discussions of each one of each for each topic.
Stayne and the Hatter stood for a moment to begin their speech. But when the knave opened his mouth to start the first, was heard three Excessive BOOM !
Everyone suddenly began to scream and fall to the ground, protecting the head
Wait here" he cried all Jack. He take sword sheath attached to his chair and walked toward the sound of explosions.
Beware" Stella said it could be a trap."
When Stayne turned to Stella, raised his hand considerably in order not to worry, suddenly got an arrow in the top