HoC - Oracle IntroThe Favor, the Contract, the WorldHoC - Oracle Intro3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely puppets;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one puppet in its time plays many parts
And I, the Puppeteer, control them all.
The world becomes so dull when it becomes stagnant. No progression, no diversity, little sense of hope. I take great pleasure in ensuring that that never happens. Without me, things would be an absolute bore, as things tend to collapse on themselves should that happen.
The hero, the villain, and everything in between are under my influence. I guide the hero, I create the villains, and I give them all the illusion of freedom. Everyone is simply a puppet for my plans and amusement. But like always, there are exceptions to the rule. Even then, there is always a way to control those exceptions.
However, this story is less about my history, and
Easter surprise sketchSammi opens the door to find Jason standing in white and baby blue bunny ears, a blue and black stripe tie and only in jeans. Jason makes a tut tut noise with his teeth like a rabbit and smiles.Easter surprise sketch3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
'Jase, what the f**king hell are you-Krissiiiiiiee!!' She catches Sammi's eye, he then glares at her up and down. She's wearing a leather black leotard of some sort with purple heels and matching bunny ears. Both her and Jason are wearing white cufflinks too.
'Hey,' she starts, placing a hand on the doorframe, other on her hip, 'We're going kinda egg hunting or something? Pfft, bit like trick or treat, 'cept we go around asking people for Easter eggs and whatever instead of candy, his idea by the way,' she rolls her eyes toward Jason, 'Wanna come?' she beams.
'We brought you an outfit!!' Jason grins revealing a grey bunny suit from his brown basket.
Sammi stares boredly at them both for a while, 'No thank you.'
'Oh c'mon, it'll be fun!' Krissie laughs but Sammi quickly slams the door shut on th
CompanionshipThe darkness in the room was niceinviting, even. The only thing that ruined that perfect darkness was the entrances and exits of the others around her, silhouettes illuminated in the sharp daylight for seconds at a time as they moved in and out. This 'sands of time' was a mixed group, surely. From humans to felines to canines, they were all different.Companionship3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Regardless, Fae kept her distance.
At last someone approached her, dropping something at her feet as she cringed. The sharp taste of paper filled her senses as she hesitantly crawled on her belly towards where she had seen the light of the door, pushing her way out into the daylight.
Light. It was a nasty, poisonous thing, burning her eyes and making heroh, horrorvisible to anyone who would be following her. But no, she had left that past far behind. Hopefully. Without bothering to read the paper, she slipped after a ashen cat-snake hybrid to the forest, then split off from his trail and tracked deeper into the shadows,
Never Back DownNever quit.Never Back Down4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those were the only words left for him. His last comfort, given by his teacher, his mentor, his sculptor.
Molded into the perfection that is himself, his figure and form, the beauty of the arch that his soul swung at.
The air would quiver as it was torn over and over, during the course of battle. There were no limits.
There were no rules.
No code of conduct.
Just the swing.
Simple, and never ending.
There was nothing more he wanted. Nothing more he required. Nothing else mattered.
It was easy for him. Live for his steel, and his steel would be strong.
Or so he thought.
Life had become stagnant. Boundless amounts of death, killing, bloodshed, war, contracts. It was indeed endless.
His mind brooded over what else he could've done to a victim.
He had choices as far as he could see.
Then she came. As if God had plucked her out of his flock of angels and dropped her down on earth.
It was quick, the wind couldn't have been quieter, nor as
Death Embassy-Chapter 1 Pt 1.2Death Embassy-Chapter 1 Pt 1.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the Willow and the Death Embassy walked off together, someone lurked in the cemetery behind the house. Nobody knew she sat behind the tombstones, picking the petals off the roses. She would keep all the withered stems from the roses and relied on them as 'Friends of mine.' The girl began to follow the group as they headed for their 'job.' She jumped from shadow to shadow. Lurking. Stalking. Waiting for something interesting to happen. She was only a young girl. Her hair was cut to her shoulders and was messy and white. Every now and then, Willow or Demise would look back and examine the area before looking forward and continue walking.
The girl followed them for a long time. She even followed them to the quite little town that was infested with a monster. She kept her distance but made sure she kept them in her sights. As the group began to head home, Demise looked back and saw the girl slip into the shadows of an alley way. He stopped and moved closer to the girl.
"Come out," He sa
Death Embassy-Chapter 2 pt 1.1Death Embassy-Chapter 2 pt 1.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"GABBY! GIVE ME BACK MY CEREAL!!" Demise screamed at Gabby who was standing on the table eating his breakfast. It was only 7am so not many people were up.
"I like your cereal better," Gabby whined, continuing to slurp it down. "I'll make you a deal, I'll leave you the milk, okay?"
"NO! NOW GIMME MY CEREAL!!" He screamed and lunged at Gabby, who simply stepped down off the table and finished his cereal in her room. Demise picked himself up off the table when there was a loud thump then the sound of a door being slammed. Kelsey stormed into the kitchen with untidy hair and rainbow pajamas.
"SHUT THE F*CK UP, YOU HEAR ME!!" She boomed then stormed back to bed. Willow made her way to the kitchen with a bruise on her forehead. She sat down on the left side of the table. Taylor sat in the right corner playing with her spoon.
"Did you fall out of bed?" She asked. Willow nodded and put some ice in a small bag.
"You guys really need to put carpet in " Willow groaned. Demise
Disappearing ShadowDisappearing Shadow1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Dissappearing Shadow.01/?/2012.By Zander Hartman.
Untying knots keeping count of thread
Carefully wishing, gratifying the dead.
Near total blackness, near blinding light
Shedding, circling, you're a blank sacrifice.
Targeting my security breaking us down
Insure your body that you murdered that pound.
You, Me, and the comma that lays between
Our connection is there though rarely is it seen.
We see it, indulge it, slice it, receive it
But we never grab, touch, hold, or beleive it
Let it float until we think
That emptiness will drift
You're on my mind every second
Lingering on my lips.
I search for experiencing more than once, death
Thrown upon me, thrown like a net
Under the water, i don't hold my breath
Catch me falling, just to check.
Follow the rules as long as it fits
We'll both condone in our sad mind tricks.
Sticks and stones
Please eat our bones.
Words won't hurt
Once we're under the dirt.
QuestionsThe days blend together, and the dreams blend with the days. I don't know what reality is anymore. A spoken word might be brought to my attention, but moments after I find myself doubting if the speaker really said what they didor if I merely imagined it. Vivid. Too vivid. My dreams are as crystal clear as if I had lived them, and they haunt me days as well as night. Sometimes, I can't tell the difference. That 'sometimes' is becoming more frequent, more often. Sometimes, they are the same.Questions3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
These cuts on my wrists did I do that? Did I cut myself in an act of self-mutilation? The pain, physical as well as emotional, brings tears to my eyes, but when I look back down through blurred vision the cuts are gone. Were those cuts a vision, or is my sight of pure, unmarred skin the dream? I can still feel the pain, the dull throb of blood flowing, and the ebb and flow of pain.
How can I trust myself anymore? To think it a vision when it is reality, or vice versa? I might hurt myself
Perfect TimingPerfect TimingPerfect Timing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
January 23, 1955
"Are we ready, Beckington?"
"Yes, Doctor Einstein, we are ready."
Doctor Albert Einstein stood before what appeared to be a telephone booth that was covered in valves and pipes. He looked at his assistant, Dr. Beckington, a lesser known but ingenious physicist. Einstein had approached Beckington in the spring of 1947 with a proposition for a project so ambitious that only the U.S. President and the British Prime Minister knew about it.
"You have got to be joking, Doctor," Beckington said after listening to Einstein's proposition.
Einstein shook his head.
"But, but, this is impossible."
"That's what they said when we first learned of Hitler's atomic bomb, and look where we are now," Einstein replied.
After that Beckington agreed to help. A regiment of SAS Commandos and U.S. Army Rangers guarded the base outside London where the project had been developed. It took many years of trial and error to get the machine to operate correctly.
A Perfect WorldIf it were up to me,A Perfect World3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd build the world perfectly.
Oceans would be of bright pink,
against night sky, black as ink.
The sun would shine through clouds of grey,
upon land bursting with fey.
Rain, sweet as golden honey,
wets grass that glows phosphorously.
Trees would plague the ground,
without humans to cut them down.
Life would burst with fey and faeries,
Pixies of green with lips red as cherries.
Kelpies entice the mortal ones,
to drown them underneath the sun.
But even then death would be rare,
with all the faeries in the air.
Redcaps walk with breath like bile,
but peaceful hobs greet them with a smile.
Nature and creatures live in peace,
and hate is gone, never seen.
Because if it were up to me,
I'd build the world perfectly.
But I didn't have a say,
when the world was built this way.
Death Embassy-Chapter 1 Pt 1.1Death Embassy-Chapter 1 Pt 1.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Willow laid on the train seat, with her legs hanging over the armrest. She was reading a book. The book had a red cover with a gold engraved, reading 'The Book of Lies.' After a while, Willow put the book down and sat up. She looked out the window and watched as trees and mountains went by. Willow turned her head and looked down the hall. There were no passengers in her carriage.
'That's odd ' Willow thought to herself. She sat back on her chair and lent her head on her hand. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard the carriage door open and close. She looked down the hall and saw a man with black, red and blue hair. He wore a black pair of suit pants and a black shirt. His shoes were white and his tied was striped red and blue. Willow watched as he walked down the hall and past her. He sat at one of the far end seats.
Willow pouted angrily and fixed her glasses. Willow was quite short person. She was only 63inches tall. Thoug
The Truth About PoliticsA little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is politics?"The Truth About Politics10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dad says, "Well, son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me Capitalism. Your mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the People. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense."
So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has soiled his diaper, so the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother sound asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I t
The Song Of A PianoThe Song Of A Piano4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The keyboard is not for me. It's a thing that frustrates me to death, and when I play it, it's like I'm playing blind. When I play a real piano my fingers fly and my heart soars. There's something about the vibration with each key that gets me deep in my bones, and each sound from the keys is like songs of sorrow, hate and of love. In fact I feel like the piano is a lover. Like it is the only one for me. Every time I hear a song with a piano I want to cry. And when I play the keyboard it's like having my heart torn in half. Sometimes when I get the chance to play the real thing, I have to apologize to it. Because my hands are small, they ache and sometimes stop working, and so I can not play very much. I hope it forgives these faults of mine, because I love it so dearly. And these small pains are worth the short time I get to spend with this beautiful instrument.
The piano really is the one for me.
Staying On The Cold ConcreteStaying on the cold concreteStaying On The Cold Concrete3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The edge is sharp
Ready to drop, too late to stop
No one will come
To make the thoughts disappear
When terrifying sounds will come out
No one will hear
LostI've been left behindLost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By my own kind
Their backs to my own face
With nothing to say
They don't understand
The way I feel
And how I breathe in life
I can't find my own way
Now I am lost
With no shoulder to weep
Upon my own grief
I am not a beast
My fate is sealed
Without my own very words
I must dash away
Leaving everything behind
I'm on my own two feet
Stained with my own scarlet blood
Heading one way right now
Then heading another
With a trail of my own blood
Falling right behind
I'm so lost
Without of a place
To call my own
Cage by rapid emotions
That isn't my own
From the slight care
To only find their backs on me
While I'm in center
And place on my very own knees
I bleed much more inside and out
Only to see
Those same very backs
They're expressing themselves
While he pouts
And the last woman is frustrated
With a blank state of mind
We can't talk things out
One has failed me
But yet I still love her most
She was always there
Even though she claim
That she hated
This GirlThis girl whose love has flooded into my being like a raging tideThis Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She refreshes my soul and teaches me what love truly is
Sharing our bare hearts, so sacred, so very vulnerable
To hear her angelic voice is far sweeter than sugar on the tongues tip
The taste of her tender, soft skin is like the sweetest of honeydew
Her soft, caring touch sends shivers up and down my spine
Her soul-piercing eyes see through to my core every time
Freezing my mind, causing my pacing heart to skip a beat
When I'm beaten and down, she's always quick to turn my frown
Without hesitation, I'd pick her up and get her back on her feet
Never-ending adoration is all I have for this seraph from beyond
This girl whose love has flooded into my being like the raging tide
Failed InventionsIdeas lined up against a wall,Failed Inventions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing the worst of them fall.
What will this do? The meaning of that?
Will it make vehicles? Feed my cat?
Searching the mind for a sudden thought.
Pros and cons. Is there a fault?
Until it strikes the most humble of people,
It'll help others! The world will be equal!
It grows upon them like a virus in the soul.
Sticking with them like a small brown mole.
Design, build, and even create.
Until it's in the most perfect state
Present to the world in a boisterous event.
"Is it energy efficient?" "What does it prevent?"
Millions of questions thrown out at once.
You can't answer one, oh such a dunce
Coming back home with no investors.
You pretend you're alright with a fixed gesture.
Back to the drawing board, with pain and sorrow.
Start back to thinking, but meh, maybe tomorrow?
Golden BoyGolden BoyGolden Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wears him
like an old pair of jeans.
Sliding on just right
to fit the curves
of her existence.
The reinvention of mediocrity
sparkles in high heels
inhaled to pose
as he stifles his own breath
to hold together the seams.
Even the most solid stitch
give way to time
his exhalation breathing
who he once was.
And when he is worn
too much for her tastes,
there will be another
who smooths over his rips
and tears, embraces
the softness of years gone by.
This will be the one
WishesDon't waste your breath or time wishing me a happy or merry anythingWishes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will just fall on empty ground
Not a sound
Wishes so hollow they're almost cruel
I'm done with happiness it's not worth the misery
It will never happen again
reversal poemWhen I was a Childreversal poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
*try to read from the top to bottom and then bottom to top*
When I was a child
I really want to be
I can do what I like
It's not true that
Age has forbidden me
To chase my dreams
I believe in Santa Clause in Christmas
It is too childish to say
Rudolph is a lie
Are a better choice than
For hanging out
Everything is right
I would never say that
My life is dark.
Black CatProwling around the streets at night.Black Cat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His yellow eyes shining bright.
The name on his collar is Michael.
And he's a lucky black cat.
So cute and playful.
Crossing paths with this cat can be lucky.
Sometimes it's good luck, sometimes it's bad.
He's always looking for a good time.
Such a cute little feline.
Look at him go.
That cute little black cat.
Prowling around at night.
Looking for fun.
He looks so sweet.
Playing with his ball of yawn.
The sweetest feline you'll ever see.
He's looking for a good home.
And he's looking for a friend.
He's a magical cat after all.
He's adorable, precious and sweet.
Such a cute little feline.
So playful and friendly.
He's your lucky charm.
Michael the black cat.
He's a fun loving feline.
So sweet and cute.
He's the sweetest cat around.
He's quite a wonderful cat.
You'll love him.
So full of joy.
Loves to joke around.
He's a black cat.
He brings luck and good fortune wherever he goes.
He's the world's cuddliest feline.
Thats what you getTake a deep breath and don't let it out,Thats what you get3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your sanity depends on your last breath.
The last time you weren't suffocating.
You need is for them to be in the same room.
Need to breathe the same air as them.
Out, that is what your heart says
It is being deprived of all feeling.
Wish you would have never
Them make you fall, because then
Heart wouldn't have shattered irrevocably.
Are breakable. And now no one can
DistanceOn the bus remembering last time we were hereDistance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
travelling further and further away
but yet i feel the distance from you.
it never changes that distance even in the far North
or the far South
Miles seem like meer millimetres.
Travelling is a test will you pass or will it break you?
Always returning to that place safely comfortably
in the same room.