For Samantha VoorheesLet me weave you a tale about a young girl, who later met the love of her life, a true and famous horror legend.For Samantha Voorhees5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Samantha, a fifteen year old teenage girl, was sitting close to the camp fire. She wears a black short sleeved shirt under a light green jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. Her brown eyes are the same color as her long hair, a purple and green bow is tucked behind her right ear. Samantha lets out a long sigh, and continues to stare at the fire. The others are sound asleep, she is alone with her thoughts.
Samantha then turns and glares at the dark corners of the woods, as a sudden sound of rustling terrifies her.
"Who's out there?" Samantha whispers, not wanting to wake the others.
She heard nothing, save the rustling.
Samantha jumps to her feet. "Who's out there?!"
Suddenly, a strong breeze blows up from the ground. The fire goes out, everything is dark. Samantha's heart slowly begins to race as the cold chills of fear paralyze her. Sudden screams of horror fill the very air S
Shane-Vengeance BioFull Name: Shane Alan Poe (named himself that)Shane-Vengeance Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nick Name(s): Vengeance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Family: Abusive Father, Mother, and unmet older sister, all deceased
Weapon(s): Iron staff, capable off breaking a human skull on impact (If necessary) And an iron chain, with a length of ten feet. Both custom made, out of the toughest iron
Info: From the beginning, Shane's father always resented him for practically being the cause of the mother's passing after his birth. With no forgiveness in his heart, Shane's father abused him and denied him the comfort of a loving father. Many years later, after seeing the cruelty of society, Shane became his own persona to face against the corruption, Vengeance. Now in order to protect his newly beloved, Shane must face against the forces of which he's never seen before. No matter what happens to him, his love for Alyson will give him the will to keep figh
BrieflyBeauty, brought forth by emotionBriefly10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the mind's eye.
Eyes meet quickly
But I cannot tell if our
Mind's eyes did.
I think I may have seen
Only she can know
She'll hardly want to tell me
At least my mind's eye
When my true eyes
See a person, likely thinking
About me? Perhaps
But I wonder about her.
And what did she see?
A boy with blue eyes
Or someone wishing
Either and both have truth
But could she see
How I wanted to speak
But my tongue bore the weight
Of our seemingly indestructible barrier
And couldn't move.
Then my mind races
Hoping logic will say
She suffered from the same barrier
And had similar intentions
But my mind has no answers
My heart wants answers.
Yet still, we remain silent
Save a few passing words
Which taunt me, though they ease me
As I know I could say
All I must
That is just my mind
My heart, wondering
She might wish to speak also
She wishes to carry on with her day
Eyes meet briefly
1st PoemThere is darkness all around me1st Poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep piercing black that I cannot breath
My life has been torn apart
The pain is everlasting
Seeing the world so cruel
Makes me want to gouge my eyes out
My soul is darker than the sky at night
My thirst is greater than a vampire locked away for eternity
And my hatred for my foes is hotter than the flames of hell
Standing within the sunlight, I feel no warmth
Standing within a blizzard, I feel no chills
But with a rusty pair of scissors, I feel the stings of agony
My Father is nothing but a mystery to me
My Mother is nothing but a void walker to me
As for myself, I am nothing but a shadow in the mist
Forever, I shall remain a victim to this world of corruption
Never again shall I endure happiness
Only pain.....misery.....and sadness
ChaosChaos4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
Fang BioFull Name: UnknownFang Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: Over 2,000 years
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black with Ruby Red Pupils
Family: No longer has one
Species: Undead, Vampire
Power(s): Affliction, Teleportation, Regeneration
Abilities: Speed, Strength, Defense
Weapon(s): 9 inched Hunting Knives
Info: Long ago when he was human, he was bitten by a vampire, and was later held against his will by the Jagers after they appeared, and killed the vampire for his crimes of taking many lives. Fang later attempted to escape from the Jagers, but failed, and lost his life, he bears the giant scar on his chest to prove it. After the Jagers disposed of his body, many years past, and his body was eventually recovered by the Muertos clan leader, The Black Pumpkin. Fang now serves the Black Pumpkin for bringing him back to the living, and hopes to take his vengeance on the Jagers. Despite knowing that she's a relative of a Jager, he bears a deep passion for Rebecca-Clare Akano
Creation by DestructionToday I littered my aspirations into a wicker basket.Creation by Destruction4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gathered a blanket and some twine, wrapped it tight.
I set fire to the basket with the coming of the moon.
the embers danced in unison as my dreams faded away.
I will awake in the sun and create a new world,
a crystalline portrayal of insight and renewal.
castles made of quartz, roads of marble,
connecting the byways of my life and my needs.
I will live there happily forever,
underneath an endless diamond sky.
Everything will turn out well in the end,
life is what you make it.
Your body, your home, your vessel.
The cathedrals and vaults of your sub-concious
are all immaterial and faceless.
Make your own sky,
look into it.
TSS Part 4: The FavorClouds within the sky began to change from white to the absence of color. The blackened clouds evolved as they covered the sun, shading the Pacific Coast in darkness. Drops of wet moisture in the form of tears began to form and fall upon the Saturday Home. And within the Saturday home laid the dying creature, FiskertonTSS Part 4: The Favor5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The poor cryptid held tightly to the sheets of his medical bed as his body ached with incredibly agonizing pain. Moans and groans escaped from his mouth in a sad tone. Muscles within his body tightened, trying to overcome the pain. The sound of the room door slowly opening and an echo of footsteps got the creature's attention as he faced the sounds.
"Who's there?" Fiskerton asked.
Fiskerton heard no response and listened to the footsteps coming toward him.
"I said who's there?!" Fiskerton yelled.
Still, Fiskerton received no response.
The speed and beating of the creature's heart began to quicken as the footsteps sounded as if they were getting closer. Fiskerton began to
TSS Part 3: The Promise"You found Fiskerton?! Are you sure?!" Zak cried, glaring down at his sisterTSS Part 3: The Promise5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yes, I'm sure! Go get Mom and Dad!" Lexi cried, glaring back up at her brother
"Get Mom and Dad, Why?! What's wrong?!"
"Just go and get them, now!!!"
Zak did what his sister told him to do and ran off back to the Saturday Home, to get Doc and Drew. As for Lexi, she run up to Fiskerton and tried to wake him, to see if he was still alive.
"Fiskerton, wake up!" Lexi cried, but he did not respond, "Wake up!" Lexi cried again, still no response
Lexi's eyes began to tear up as she held the poor bleeding creature within her arms.
"Please ..Wake up" Lexi tried one last time, and once more, Fiskerton did not respond
Lexi cried for her dear brother, held him tightly in her arms and rested her head against his chest, hiding her sad expression. But she suddenly stopped crying, for she felt a sudden beat in Fiskerton's chest quickly press against her. Lexi lifted her head, glared at Fiskerton and felt relieved, for F
LostAlone in silence I am tonightLost4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Leaning on some broken dreams
The world is spinning round in circles
And I am too weak to be still.
Are you there to see me falling
As I try to move away
Or is this just your iron shadow
Keeping me to be awake?
I am trapped now in the horizon
Blindly searching for the light
There's an echo in the distance
Destroying softly the narrow path.
Will you hear me lost in silence?
Will you try to stop my world?
Will you free me when you see me
Kept in darkness of your sleep?
For Every GirlFor every girl who was a ‘bitch’ ‘cause she said no to a boyFor Every Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every girl who was a ‘slut’ ‘cause she said yes
For every girl who was an object ‘cause she had tits
For every girl who couldn’t wear that ‘cause boys can’t control themselves
For every girl who was ‘asking for it’ ‘cause she wore a short skirt
For every girl who was a ‘prude’ ‘cause she wore a long one
For every girl who was a ‘challenge’ ‘cause she liked other girls
For every girl who was ‘easy’ ‘cause she liked both
For every girl who nobody heard ‘cause she didn’t have a dick (or maybe because she did)
For every girl who everyone ignored ‘cause she was ‘on her period’
For every girl who was ‘fat’ ‘cause she had dessert
For every girl who was ‘anorexic’ ‘cause she didn’t
For every girl who was ‘insecure’
Unfinished TormentShe hadn't wanted to wear the mask. It wasn't the sort of thing one just worenot because it was too flashy; it was by no means plain but people on the street wouldn't look more than three timesbut because losing the mask would be tantamount to losing her soul.Unfinished Torment3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She wore it anyway, though, because They told her to and defying Their orders would mean losing her soul anyway. At least this way she could try to keep track of the thing. Souls were surprisingly easy to hold onto when you were wearing them on your head.
Half her face was hidden behind the mask, but her mouth was left free, for which she was grateful because even with it just around her eyes she felt like suffocating. Her mindher imaginationher memory turned the smooth, cold metal (not yet warmed by her hot and sweat-less skin) into layers of a crumpled, scratchy burlap sack, and the chatter of people around her became three sets of heavy, raspy breathing. She didn't like having her vision o
Tale Of The ForefathersTale Of The ForefathersTale Of The Forefathers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun rises to shine over the green lands.
The warm light revives the sleeping plants.
All that is now sleeping starts to wake up.
The birds start to sing the morning songs of joy.
The forest animals start to come out of the dents.
The air is filled with the smell of fresh grass.
All starts to come to life as spring arrives.
The forest now is full of life.
Young ones now learn how to live in this world.
Parents guide them through the unknown.
Their footsteps are at first unsure but later they become full of life.
The voice of happiness of the young ones now echoes across the lands.
A father wolf shows his son the lands.
The young wolf gazes upon the endless green field.
All the animals run through the grass with grace.
The young ones follow their parents step by step.
Around the river all the forest animals are gathered.
They enjoy the fresh water of the mountains.
The youngsters are afraid of their reflection in the water.
A feast is happening around the rive
Sheba Blackheart BioFull Name: Sheba BlackheartSheba Blackheart Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nick Name(s): None
Age: 18 (at death) 27 (current)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light Grey, same as her skin
Family: Older Brother; deceased
Power(s): Energia Manipulation, Regeneration, & Transformation. More powers yet to be revealed
Abilities: Super Speed
Weapon(s): Muertos Spear, capable of extending to great lengths
Info: Sheba Blackheart, a teenage girl who sadly died too soon. Police found her murdered, along with her brother, pet dog, and a few henchmen that served under a crime lord. After being revived and given another chance at life, yet having no memory of her past, Sheba has agreed to serve her loyalty to her master, The Black Pumpkin. Most of the time when she's not carrying out orders or facing Jagers, she learns more about becoming a true Muertos from her master's teachings. Deep down within herself, she has feelings for her master, and whether she's of her own free will or not, she will stand by her maste