The Shameless, Blameless, NamelessThe Shameless, Blameless, Nameless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hope lasting impression,
Pulling at hair, gasping for air.
Scratches in skin, the sweet scent of sin.
Each look in the eye, another piece dies.
Tangled in thread, a fresh hole to the head.
The morning masked, another demon for the past.
Leaving the mess,
A cold empty wretch,
A hopeless case, wrapped in a beautiful face.
A sneer and a glare,
Over skin taut and fair..
Ocean blue skies, hid under black clouded eyes,
"Oh well, I tried."
life and death RIP Peter SteeleRIP Peter Steele (January 4, 1962 April 14, 2010)life and death RIP Peter Steele3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just close your eyes
and bite your pillow
I`ll be on the other side
Feel your dark power
so strong and different
I can`t change that
I`ll destroy the border
like broken glass.
Emily LennonEmily Lennon4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a Saturday night and Emily, was of course, sitting in front of the TV. Her favorite program was on, Saturday Night Live. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized it was another lonely night, without John. The lads had been on tour. She missed her silly mop topped man. She grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. It seems as though the usually hilarious show wasn't working at all. Tears started to roll and she wondered how many more nights John was going to be away. The tour was supposed to be over two weeks ago. But you know, weather, fans, things just happen.
The next thing Emily knew was that it was 3:00 in the morning, and she had fallen asleep on the couch. She got up and turned off the TV and headed into her bedroom, crawling into bed. Despite her recent sleepiness, She just couldn't fall asleep. She thought about John calling her Em. He always called her Em. Then she thought of his laugh. She just couldn't sleep. Emily gave up. She crawled out of bed and went into the
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
An Emergence 5: MomentumAn Emergence 5: Momentum8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 4: "A Premonition"
IMPORTANT NOTE: I decided to make up a name for "Sesshoumaru's mother" to use in this story.
She will be referred to as "Shirakume " from now on.
Having a name makes writing so much easier...."Sesshoumaru's mother" just sounds silly sometimes.
An Emergence 5: Momentum
Sesshoumaru and Inu no Taishou had arrived at the training field.
The ground was still steeped in the shade of the night.
The grass rustled gently in the breeze, and it mimicked the sound of the distant waves.
Inu no Taishou turned to his son.
"Draw, Sesshoumaru. I'll see how you have improved," he said.
Sesshoumaru pensively drew his sword in a slow, graceful motion. His sword glinted dimly in the darkness.
Taishou observed his son's expression. His son was always difficult to read.
"I will not come at you unless y
Sesshomaru Loves RinRin, Lord Sesshomaru whispered as his crafty golden eyes fondly observed his ward repeatedly stab her short pike into the gentle river current for defenseless fish. Ah-Un, the two-headed dragon steed, tagged alongside her like a loyal watchdog. It was early spring and the cherry blossoms were already carelessly twirling in the cool breeze, their sweet fragrance intoxicating. Secretly, he loved spring above all seasons because it was a time of new beginnings and rebirth.Sesshomaru Loves Rin8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nowadays with the fall of Naraku, the dog demon had developed several secrets and appreciation for the world itself. He claimed he journeyed with his small posse in a search for the few remaining Shikon Jewel shards scattered across Japan, but truthfully he enjoyed just adventuring with his companions, Jaken, Kohaku, and especially Rin. Earlier this morning, before sunrise, Jaken and Kohaku had ventured ahead to forerun Sesshomarus arrival to the Fujioka domain where Inuyasha presided as the daimyo.
An Emergence 1An Emergence 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Following is a short list of ideas and premise used in this story. Please read it before starting on the story. It will make more sense.
Sesshoumaru and Kureha had studied together since they were children.
Kureha's mother and Inu no Taishou had an alliance against a foreign youkai invasion, and since then their kin kept their alliance.
Kureha was entrusted to Sesshoumaru's mother while she received lessons from sages gathered at Sesshoumaru's mother's palace.
They met every few years, and Kureha stayed about half a year each time.
Kureha's Orochi (Great Serpent) clan and Sesshoumaru's Inu Daiyoukai have different customs and social structure.
Youkai do not have convention of marriage.
In my universe, Inupop was an absent father. He did not live with Sessmom, and he visited Sessmom and Sesshoumaru from time to time, occasionally giving Sesshoumaru lessons when he was around. (as seen in Y
Sesshomaru's TearsI do not dream nor sleep; I only lay beside her... protection is what I give to her fragile tiny body. The thought of the warmth she brings to my innards disappearing, renders me motionless.Sesshomaru's Tears8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She sleeps upon my mane, now as I tend to the fire. The cold brisk winds that seem to pass right through me, bring the feelings of loneliness... I put out the fire for the night as it is a warm summer one.
The girl sighs in her sleep as her back bobs up and down in breathe. The imp sleeps against a near by tree, Jintojo resting against his shoulder. The mighty Lord stands watch, he gazes across the open field, and as he makes his way to the girl he stops. The warmth of her scent carried by the breeze reaches him in an instant, softly caressing him. Twisted memories circle his mind as he gazes upon the sleeping child. His arm prickles as the hair begins to stand up. The back of his scalp tingles as he looks down upon on her. He takes in a deep breathe as he lets out a small s
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 6The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 68 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rin's adventures were many, and what few of them are known are told elsewhere. Her name was not spoken often, but when it was spoken, it was with reverence. She did many mighty deeds, but asked nothing for them in return, not even thanks. There was the time that she obliterated an entire youkai army, single-handedly, in just one night. And then there was the time that she saved a large coastal settlement from an onrushing tsunami...
It was a terrible and beautiful sight: A slender woman standing alone on a high promontory over the seacoast, her hair blowing in the wind, a naked sword outstretched in each hand. Bakusaiga, the soul-sword of Sesshomaru, blazing with red and green tongues of supernal fire; Tenseiga, the sword of life, its mystical lighting cleaving the heavens and dancing along its blade; and above her head, a great whirling vortex of human and youkai energy, as her spirit and her guardian's danced and sparked toget
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 4The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 48 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her Father's Daughter
Just as Sesshomaru had planned, Jaken had survived the battle, both unscathed and unnoticed. By the time he had managed to fight his way out from under the pile of debris and demon corpses, the battle was long over. Jaken knew that Sesshomaru was most often to be found at the head of any swath of destruction, so he slowly picked his way through the wreckage until he found the hillock where Sesshomaru had made his last stand. Indeed, it was very easy to find; in the circle of destruction that lay for miles in every direction, the only living things left in the valley were the grasses and flowers that were so mysteriously untouched on that little rise. Jaken called about for his master, but heard no response. Then, near the top of the hill, he found part of Sesshomaru's kimono, no more than a rag, stuck at the end of a twig and flapping quietly in the breeze.
Jaken was overwhelmed with grief, and, I am sorry to report, w
An Emergence 9: WaitingAn Emergence 9: Waiting8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 8: Arrangement
Now everyone waits, while they all ponder their move from this point.
An Emergence 9: Waiting
Sesshoumaru and Teiroushin were led to one of the rooms where guests waited before being announced, on the same floor as the meeting hall.
It was an elegant room.
The Orochi, incorporated natural elements into their architecture. This created a feeling of being out in nature, even inside of a room. The constant sound of waterfalls echoed softly throughout their interior spaces. The waiting rooms walls were hung with vines with delicate white blossoms, which covered the surface of the bare rock, and draped over the moss on the floor. The moss emitted a subtle light, and brighter torches secured on the pillars above lit their high ceiling. There was a large folding scree
An Emergence 3An Emergence 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This story directly continues from the previous story, "An Emergence 2".
I wanted to adopt the "two swords issue" into my Sesshoumaru centric narrative. I decided to play with the concept that Sesshoumaru's mother was a hidden mastermind who plotted challenges for Sesshoumaru. (particulary around forcing Sesshoumaru to discard Tenseiga.)
I'm using an idea from the Inuyasha movie 3, that Inupop's injury from a battle with Ryukotsusei added to his cause of his death when he went to rescue Izayoi while still being injured from the battle.
Anyway, the story will gradually get to that part as the conversation between Sessmom and Teiroushin continues.
An Emergence 3 : "A Conversation"
Sesshoumaru's mother went to a guest room of the palace to see Teiroushin, and found him in the corpse of a human boy sitting on a stool.
He looked like he was bundled in his oversize
An Emergence 8: ArrangementAn Emergence 8: Arrangement8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from "An Emergence 7: Machination"
Since it has been a while, I'd like to remind you a few things:
Shirakume:</b> is Sesshoumaru's mother's name that I came up with for this story.
New characters from the previous chapter:
Kosame and Hakage: are Kureha's two handmaidens. Hakage has some awareness about Kureha's relationship to Sesshoumaru.
Kuchinagimaru: is Kureha's mate selected by the Orochi clan. He will lead the Orochi males under Kureha after her enthronement.
Inu no Taishou's plan against Ryukotsusei proceeded despite Sesshoumaru's opposition and Kureha's plea. Kureha returned to her stronghold with the scroll that Sesshoumaru had handed to her. Now Shirakume (Sessmom) expects Sesshoumaru to play a role. Meanwhile...
An Emergence 8: Arrangement
"Hakage, bring the case of scrolls.
Numbers.Three simple words to describe how I feel about you,Numbers.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One simple emotion that binds us two.
Infinite possibilites between you and I,
Oh how my single secret of who makes me cry.
Millions of people from this world to choose,
So many chances to win and lose.
My mind says no, my heart says yes,
If you share my love I can only guess.
Sesshomaru's Feudal FairytaleSesshomarus Feudal FairytaleSesshomaru's Feudal Fairytale7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Go. To. Sleep.
No, Master Jaken! Tell me a story! Every night one of my parents used to tell me a bedtime story, but now they cant cause they died and now I have no one and you wont even try to
All right! All right! You insufferable pest! Ill tell you a story if itll shut you up!
Ahem, once upon a time
Oh, will there be demons and princesses and samurai and
And do you want to hear this or not?
Yeah, sorry, go.
Ahh once upon a
Why do they always start that way? Stories, I mean. Why do they always start with once upon a time? Whats that mean?
It means it happened a long time ago.
Why? Why does it have to happen a long time ago? Why cant it happen now?
I dont know!
LOL at that Limerick ContestLOL at that Limerick Contest6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Christian Bale viewed his reflection with a grin
He was covered from big toe to chin
Halloween was his fave
And sweets he did crave
Yup, the 'Dark Knight' would soon ride again
With pumpkin-bucket, he stood at the door
He had rung this doorbell twice before
His Batman costume was a hit
But a rather tight fit
He'd already eaten candies galore
The little kids were all up in a riot
The big kid in the Bat-suit was a pirate
He was collecting every treat
Down their little street
It was time for the Bat-dude to 'buy-it'
Christian heard an internal alarm bell
And finally the other shoe fell
Little monsters converged
Their sugarless rage having surged
So he fled like a bat-outta-hell
Dear VictorI will not apologize because I knew youDear Victor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when your own ghosts turned their backs to your weeping
or because I thought I could love the bird-shaped organ
calling from inside your chest
I clipped its stubborn wings
when I realized I had been wrong.
I am not sorry for it.
But listen, Victor:
I'm sorry I remember a time
when we were beautiful, our bodies
made luminous by the bitter light collected in our lungs
the atmosphere shaking violently as it
into our displaced skeletons.
We could not recall
our own skin.
I'm sorry I called out for you
in the dark
when no one else was there to hear,
each shaken syllable making a latticework of stars
to gate the fraying night. I stayed up until dawn
renaming the constellations after you.
The bright-eyed moon watched me
as a mad fever rattled her bones.
And Victor, I'm sorry that I could not stand
the fire keening in my throat,
sorry that I exhaled the shells of empty suns
and saw their edges perforate the thick sh
ParadoxIf I wasn't such a man I'd be closer to being one right now.Paradox4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Twilight-Uncensored Ch.6ReviewTwilight-Uncensored Ch.6Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Review of Chapter Six
By Stephenie Meyer
So after many long days of keeping this thing as far from my physical person as possible, I must return to complete my duty. What is my duty you ask? Killing myself very slowly in the worst possible way ever. So, in order to do this task, I grab Sheepie and the copy of Twilight I borrowed from the bookstore with no intention of returning. [No, I'm dead serious, I may have apprehended that book without legal rights to do so.]
For a brief [and we mean brief] recap:
Bella Swan moves to Forks.
Meets Edward Sexy Pants.
Nothing of importance happens.
There. You're caught up.
I mean, I could delve into unnecessary detail about what happened in the five previous torture sessions I've put myself through for your sick entertainment, but then you'd just be lazy assholes. Go read the previous five chapters, you bastards.
I'm just kidding, I love you...somewhat.
So, I begin this chapter with Princess Bella reading Macbeth like the
Gottah Secret -Literature-Gottah Secret -Literature-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arina turned slowly, to face the man who she had been walking beside, the man she gave her heart to; the man she loved.
"Got a secret...can you keep it?"
Ash stopped, and turned all the same, to face the much smaller hunter. "Well-"
"Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it, in your pocket..." Arina looked down, her hair covering over her eyes. Ash watched, confused, but listening to the words that were being handed to him.
Arina immediately looked back up, and into his eyes-
"Taking this one to the grave...If I show you, then I know you, wont tell what I said..."
Ash held his breath.
Arina smirked, "Cause two can keep a secret. If one of them is dead." she let one of her hands grab Ash's. Ash flinched, let out a nervous chuckle, nodded his head and they continued on their walk.
"Y-you can tell me..."
Aldous grinned, the smile plastered across his face crookedly. He flicked his eyes around the room, then blinked and looked to Arina, who had her eyes narrowed at him darkly.
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 2The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: Sesshomaru's Choice
As you can imagine, Sesshomaru didn't have anyone he might call a friend (aside from Rin, who adored him, and Jaken, who worshipped him). Current or former slaves, casual acquaintances, or allies of convenience who had survived their mutual adventures: he treated everyone with equal disdain. Those few who had crossed swords with him and lived to tell about it loathed him beyond measure. One day, there came a gathering of Sesshomaru's old enemies: panther demons who still held a grudge against the Inu no Taisho, Sesshomaru's father, and hated Sesshomaru doubly for having crushed their hopes of resurrecting their own leader; ogres whom Sesshomaru had first enslaved, then tossed aside when he tired of them; and many other vile creatures who had run afoul of Sesshomaru and wanted revenge.
Their gathering began with much boasting and many glasses raised to a glorious victory over their hated enemy, but soon they wer
My Cry For HelpI'd kill for you to breathe for meMy Cry For Help11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take me in your arms
Take me to the stars
Set my heart on fire,
Melt the shards of ice
Wrap the wounds I've caused myself
Steal my needles, hide my knives
This is my cry for help
I'm broken, broken, from all the pain
Drowning in tears,
Choking on blood
Watch me as I claw myself
Fingernails deep in porcelain skin
My flesh is crawling
I feel diseased
You reach to wipe away my tear
And watch my face
As it crumbles
Dust to dust,
Sealed with a tear,
Into the palm of your hand.
Ciao. Qua la mano, fratelloCiao!Ciao. Qua la mano, fratello4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Qua la mano, fratello,
che vieni dalle onde,
con il tuo bagaglio di stracci e
con la disperazione stampata
Sai, anch'io come te
ho fatto un sogno,
ero libero, ero felice e
sentivo che mi apparteneva
tutto il mondo.
vedevo sorrisi e braccia aperte,
non avevo paura
né delle onde del mare
né della morte.
E c'è n'era per tutti,
di vita serena e
di bocche sfamate,
non solo per quelli
che raccontano storie
come fanno le fate.
Mi sono svegliato,
non ero da solo, ma
non ero felice.
Il sole non c'era e
delle nuvole nere
oscuravano la luce.
Ti ho visto arrivare,
su di una barca rottame
piena di vite al suo interno.
Son venuto a salutarti,
dicendoti ciao fratello,