HTTYD::. The SeashredderHTTYD::. The Seashredder4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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It was an early morning on the island Berk, an island inhabited by the feared Vikings.
It had rained horribly during the whole night, and had left everything on the island soaked. A thick mist clouded the island and the endless sea around it, making it hard to guide oneself around.
Despite that, the young Viking girl Ingrid was strolling around the island with her dragon, Arvid. The mist made the dragon shake its head every now and then, annoyed over not having a clear sight. They were heading towards the dock, where all the fisher Vikings had gathered that day. She didn't know why, and she was a bit curious. The dock was crowded with people, carrying all kinds of equipments and nets. She tried to find someone to ask about this peculiar event. The crowd only grew and grew, and suddenly, she bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
It was a recognizable voice. The person she had bumped into was carrying a
just another bad day: part 2Just another bad day: part 2just another bad day: part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meeting Toothless' human
I blinked my eyes open to see the fire that had been roaring in its little spot for hours, was put out. I wasn't as sore as yesterday, which was pretty fortunate. Also, I could move again. I turned my head to my other side. Toothless was not lying beside me. At that moment, I panicked because I felt alone and scared as much as before. It was a horrible feeling.
I faced my head to be surprised to near death. I saw toothless staring at me with his big beautiful eyes. "*sigh" he was standing right over me, which made my stomach fill with millions of butterflies.
He said to me ("Glad to see you're awake! Do you feel ok? You took quite a beating yesterday.")
("Yeah, I'm fine. I'm still sore, and a lot of the pain from my wounds is still lingering. I'll just have to deal with it .. Uhh did I sprain my leg or something?")
("Yeah. Didn't you notice the pain in your leg?")
("No actually. I guess there was just so
HTTYD Fic SLIGHT SPOILERS SwimmingHTTYD Fic SLIGHT SPOILERS4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hiccup grinned to himself as he ran back to his house after dragon training. He had successfully "defeated" a dragon without harming the beast and he was glad. He knew that if he actually hurt one of the dragons, he'd never be able to look Toothless in the face.
His smile widened at the thought of his black dragon and he hopped the stairs up to his house two at a time so he could get there faster. Today was an extremely hot day. Extremely hot. So today instead of going flying with Toothless, he had something different planned.
He opened the door to his house and went to the cellar, that stored their fish and he grabbed his pack and filled it. He
Toothless Memories9Toothless MemoriesToothless Memories94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Great Battle
The great beast reared it's head up and roared to the heavens. The dragons at its feet retreated back into the nest, some being snapped up into its jaws as they flew skywards. As other dragons flew in, my mother came out. She just hovered there, at the top of the nest, then she roared. The roar got the dragon's attention. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. But it was too late. The dragon had already focused it's attention on my mother . . .
A heartbeat passed . . .
Everything went silent . . .
Then the great wyrm snapped my mother up in it's jaws.
I looked on in horror as the dragon gulped her down. Tears filled my eyes . . . My mother . . . my poor, innocent mother . . . killed instantly. It hardly seemed fair. I started feeling really hot. My vision suddenly turned red. Nothing mattered anymore. My mother was dead, and I needed to take a life for a life. I had to kill the beast, no matter how big it was. I felt a sudden heat as flames started to
HTTYD Ch12 - Toothless?Chapter 12HTTYD Ch12 - Toothless?4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Voices called through the fog, anxiously searching for lost friends in the blinding miasma. Astrid shivered. She'd been in this exact position before, only now it was worse. Last time Hiccup and Toothless had survived because Toothless had slowed their fall. Now, Toothless had been out cold, and Hiccup couldn't do anything to help the dragon. Death loomed in the cloying mist, the stony black ground littered with the fallen corpses of men and dragons.
Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr, the twins' Zippleback, swooped low over the party that Astrid was part of, silent as its twin riders in their search. They landed a short distance away, by the search group that Stoic was in. Astrid saw the viking's chief talk to the twins, and they only shook their heads in response. She looked away, instead searching to her right.
Stryker was stood among a cluster of bodies, searching the smoke for something. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't calling out to the lost dragons and viking. Astrid br
SatWScandinavia and the World comics are pure goldSatW4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
They are always funny and sometimes very bold
A lot of funny situations and sexual tension
Stereotypes and funny history lessons just few to mention
It's good that we all can laugh to ourselves and to each other
There's no limits how far Humon can go, no one will bother
Humor is one of best medicines for boredom and depression
With these well done comics we all can easily carry on
We are always thrilled to see new characters to make an appearance
Like the Finland's bastard Åland, who against Finland won't stand a chance
And more characters we would like to see in the future of the series
How about a little world tour for our Nordic main characters
I have to thank you Humon for the laughs over the time
Please keep your pencils sharp and let your creativity shine
It's always exciting to wait for a new comic strip for to come
Humon shows all of us how the magic is really done
HumonHere we have Humon, a young lady from DenmarkHumon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giving us the great comics and pieces of fine art
She draws comics about stereotypes and bisexual psychopaths
Her humor is both bright and dark and she gives us good laughs
It's funny to see Brother Dane in the nature, filled with fear
It's nice to see fellow Finn holding a knife and drinking beer
Then we have the one with the fish, Brother Norway, the most normal guy
Also Brother Sweden, nerd, possible closet-case and also pretty shy
And last but not least, the Brother Iceland, the extreme one
Always so positive and glittering handsome
Then there is Niels, the serial killer and crime lord
With him around you'll never gonna be bored
Having three-way relationship with Duncan and Natalie
Which is pretty unsual stuff to see
But then again, that is the world Humon herself created
We are here just to enjoy her work and being entertained
Humon, we all salute you!
Keep up the good work in the future too!
You're Vengeance Is SweetMurder me closelyYou're Vengeance Is Sweet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hurt me good
Cut me open
Like ya know ya should
Kick me while I'm down
Hit me where it hurts
Don't stop until I bleed
God, I hope it squirts
Bleeding out all over the floor
How does it feel?
Making me your whore?
My Self-DecayMy flesh it dripsMy Self-Decay4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falling away in
and I can feel
the decay of my soul
NightmareNightmare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karasu and his daughter came home in the dead of night. I don't remember making him a key but he has one. I was up, I couldn't sleep that night. It was too hot in my room, and since Karasu was coming back soon I didn't want to get caught sleeping in his. Hmph. I still have this stupid ring stuck on my finger, I thank whoever for him Karasu not noticing.
He came in with his daughter sleeping on his back. She looks just like him. A mini female version of him. When he noticed that I was sitting on the sofa in the dark living room, he smirked and winked at me.
"It's so good to see you again. I missed you terribly. It makes my heart beat faster to know that you waited up for me."
"No I didn't."
"Yep. Makes my heart beat faster." He grinned and pointed to his back. "This is my pride and joy, Katsu. "
He wagged a finger at me. "No eating her."
"I don't eat children." Let alone little girls.
"I'm going to put her in my room for now, until Claira and Katsu can final
Queen Among the DeadI lie stretchedQueen Among the Dead3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon the grave
beneath the falling rain
under a gray sky day,
with cold stone hard
against my supple
I am my own tragedy queen
beneath a dead star night,
watched by millions
of flickering eyes,
there is laughter in the dark
and too soon I realize
it is mine.
Among the reeds
where the wind blows low
and high, there is only
wearing my thorny crown.
How can I help but smile
when the dead come to dance
upon my grave
while yet I still live
upon the cool damp earth.
It is a welcome serenity
to hold my breath
and feel as if I am drowning
beneath the water
which falls from the sky,
and I float upward
leaving my body behind.
There is only sorrow here
lingering in the space
between the living and the dead
but we embrace it
as an elevated joy
that only we know.
I will sit enthroned
among these spirits
naked and cold
as they chant in their ritual
bath, and from the waters
I will emerge to dawn
their burial cloth.
Baby, Baby, Don't Say MaybeBathe in babyBaby, Baby, Don't Say Maybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood and guts
Hide the key
And lock the door
Slit your throat
You fuckin' whore
Under the bedUnder the bed is considered by most children a scary and mysterious place that should be avoided at all costs. The objects that falls under the bed are never found again because somehow they were sucked by some "blackhole" that leads those objects who knows where. This "blackhole" could also be also a gateway for the boogey man or some other monster that would appear to those children at night after the lights are out to scare the shit out of them.Under the bed3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was a kid, under the bed was my refuge, a place I could go to everytime I was afraid, angry, sad, or when I needed to take a break after a rough day at school (which it was every day, pratically); sometimes I didn't even need a specific reason to be under my bed - I stayed there for hours just to think or because I had nothing better to do.
Under the bed was dark, cozy, relaxing and magical. Once I was down there I created whole new worlds, new characters, stories...I had entire conversations in my head with myself or with the charact
The Loner and the FreakThe new girl gets bullied and teased every single day. She's lonely. The freaky girl is used to the teasing by now. Some ignorant person walks by the new girl. She looks up as they approach, but they call her a dyke and walk away laughing. She has to pretend that she's strong, but she's not. Everywhere she goes people stare in disgust. No one gives her a chance, no one will try to see if maybe there's something special to this girl. She goes home in tears constantly. Then one day this girl doesn't come to school. She's gone and nobody misses her... except for the freak. The freak knew what the lonely girl was going through. The freak always thought that the lonely girl was beautiful, but never took a chance to tell her. The freak knew what was wrong, but it was too late. The lonely girl is gone and the freak is alone. And although she's used to the names and the teasing, it never hurts any less...The Loner and the Freak3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
OrpheusNot a voice,but the echoOrpheus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cave is frozen and my dream
Is over...far away...in the black mist
The pharaohs are screaming inside me
My powers are gone deep within
And the witch of the haunting ghost
Miserable engulfed in my tears
A black veil filled with loneliness
Hatred and despair dance together in this crystal
Ice...your hands are cold and the waltz is over
Don't look back,our own dreams can't take us back
Trying to get away from the depths of Tartar
But the chain is holding me tight...and my art is dead
to the moon and the sun...to the gods and the titans
My music is gone...
Until the darkOh,lonely mist of tears...I wish to fall forever,Until the dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with you and my blood...I dream of you...
I breath trough you...my veins are cut,fading,
While a reverie surrounds me with tears...
A flower withers as I cry alone,for you...
The castle cries in your black rivers...
We were together...a god and a poet in anger,
your flame still devours me...
Roses...they are all black,just like my heart,
flowing inside...the violins are crying and I'm rotting
Until the dark will deflower me...forever with you I'll be....
Love in the Eyes of DeathI danced upon your bed of skullsLove in the Eyes of Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as they seemed to laugh
For whenever you are near
I am so far away
and I melt
when I see the look within your eyes
but the shadows
ghosts in a
Why is it that I choke
upon the words you speak
there is no escape
from those grinning skulls
left among the ashes
we gaze across
but this is not our place.
And when we hold hands
I disappear into you
and watch the world pass by
through death's eyes.
Dark HourAmong the broken stonesDark Hour3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and bleached white bones
where it rains no more
will these sins atone?
Another soul left poor
on the crest of a blood soaked shore
and hope is a last breath
a desert like an open sore.
Here is only death
the dark world of Seth
is there any forgiveness left
walking forth in the shadow of Heth?
Cornering meIt's stewing my brain,Cornering me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
breaking my heart,
crushing my bones,
eating my flesh,
burning my veins,
piercing my soul
and skinning me just like a cat.
It's all those golden eyes' fault.
I'm Having Fun, Darling.Your blood dribbles down my chin,I'm Having Fun, Darling.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Trickles down my neck,
Soaks the collar of my shirt,
Darling, can you not tell?
You will die by my hands.
Tonight, it is about time.
My hands are shaking
You lie, lifeless at my feet
Your blood surges through my veins
Fills my every being,
Makes me feel alive.
What is this feeling?
Darling, far from it.
This is satisfaction.
The knife on my tongue
It sends shivers down my spine
You bleed out on the floor
What little blood surrounds your corpse.
It becomes easier every time
To accept my fate
Become the end of humanity
You have died by my hands
Tonight we bury you
In a little pine box
Down by our favorite trail
Now as I walk by
I will think of tonight.
The night your blood surged through my veins
Made me feel alive
Filled my being
And gave me the satisfaction I deserve
DeceasedCold slabDeceased3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against my bitter pale
A deafening silence
lost within impenetrable darkness,
voices float above
but I cannot speak
Only dead weight
lungs devoid of air
aware that I have
been reduced to
being seen only as an object
somehow less human
A sterile heavy
oblivious to the scalpel
that slices open my skin
prodding through my insides.
Just a hollow shell
to be drained away,
locked back into
my metal cave
only a name,
on a data sheet.
They Come in ShadowsA whisper in the dark,They Come in Shadows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blacker than a moonless night,
in shadows it descends
to prey upon the kings
and masters of the world,
let it be known no one
is invulnerable and golden-eyed
they watch, as gods walking
A single cry like a lone owl
in the night, which quickly dies,
yet all the more chilling,
raising fear undistinguished
within the hearts of men.
like the eye of a storm
And when they arrive
nothing yet will remain
but the curtains stir a ghostly
dance, somewhere in the distance
a mournful wail.
Only a pale face
and blood stains on the pillow.
DualscarYou stood byDualscar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she lost her mind
Behind those fushia eyes
Madness encircled her thoughts
Twisting her soul
You loved her
She couldn't remember your name
So lost by anger and lust was she
A trolls very namesake
You shut your mouth and followed what duty said
A tall, proud, violet prince
With a strong sense of justice
It pained your pride
That she looked right through you
Inside you died every time
It broke your sea dwelling heart
A little more
She's so far gone
Leaving you a long time ago
Friendliness vanishing off her face
You can't help but mourn
With each life you take
With each command you follow
Your graceful queen is now so dark
Swallowed up by an abyss
Who's only name:
Nothing But A MemoryI have to tell you something.Nothing But A Memory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never wanted you to leave. I still don't know why you did. I see your face, your smile, you happy every single day. Why couldn't I do that?
I feel your hugs, every night while I sleep and wonder why you couldn't actually be there. What did I do wrong?
I remember everything. the smiles. the laughs. the conversations. the hugs. the kisses. the dream(s). Why did it all have to go? What did I do that made you go away?
I had just fixed myself... and you tore me down again. I tried to be perfect for you. I tried to be Her. But she was just too good... wasn't she?
The one person that I couldn't live up to.
The one person who I couldn't be.
I just want to know why. Why you don't care anymore. Why I still do. Why you left me. Why I can't move on. Why you love Her. Why you hurt me.
But you probably don't remember me...
because i'm nothing but a .... memory.