The Travellers-ChopinXLisztThe Travellers (or: A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody) A short story.The Travellers-ChopinXLiszt6 years ago in Historical More Like This
By V.K. Violette
WARNING: I dont own historical characters, and although I want to be, I am not George Sand. Everything in this story never happened. Also, this fic will contain love between individuals of the same gender. Just deal with it and move on.
A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody
By: George Sand
Where should I start but here? I sit here alone, at Frederyks old piano which faces the window. I will not touch the keys and butcher their musicality with my non-ability to harmonize, or play music in general. Right now, there are tears running down my face, and words dying on my lips. However, these words shall live on paper. This short story is meant only for one pair of eyes: mine. But I should start with the background.
Chopin was my friend, and I did love him, more than I have ever loved a man- yet I had basically thrust him into the arms of another with my big mouth and my in
Collector's ItemHe had once been a promising member of the black dragonflight. They said he was destined for greatness, that even the great Deathwing would be impressed by his talents. He had helped to raze cities to the ground, had assisted in the deaths of near thousands, and what was he reduced to?Collector's Item3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A mount. Nothing more than some vanity item for some idiotic human mage. She had screeched when she had recieved him, unknowingly taking away his life and his ambitions. As soon as they had fastened the saddle on his back and the reigns on his maw, he knew that his once-admirerers would be howling with laughter at his plight. It wasn't made any better by the fact that the saddle hurt when they put it on, causing him to let out a low groan of pain. The humans had laughed at him, of course - black dragons were never any mortal's favorite, and to put one through such agony was like giving a child candy.
"Oh!" Her face had literally lit up when she saw him bound with leather reigns and leashes,
Chapter 1: Appearances Part I of IIOrgrimmar was hot. Well, it was always rather warm, even in the winter. Something about this day, however, was especially stifling. Perhaps it was this assignment to track down and investigate a pair who had supposedly been practicing an outlawed sort of voodoo. Apparently it involved using blood. Every source, however, had been an Alliance corpse. Koshei could see nothing objectionable about this. A dead Ally was lucky it wasn't torn apart by wild boars. What did they care what the bodies were used for?Chapter 1: Appearances Part I of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 'mission,' however, was not the largest thorn in the elf's side. Slowly, Koshei glanced over at the paladin standing next to him. Leander.
"Looks like they finally split up. She's heading down the drag probably towards the Valley of Wisdom," Leander observed, shielding his eyes with a hand. "Unless you'd rather go after that monster of a troll."
The paladin grinned, elbowing him in the side. Koshei struggled to keep from rolling his eyes. Leander was his superior by tw
Conversations...---Conversations...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. It could be that were done, bundled
ungracefully and tied with bits of black lace and heartstrings. My
life ends with yours, you said,
and all your gold-dusted eyes.
Ive only two, I laughed.
Yes. But they go on forever.
ii. Softly, oh
slowly. Your voice is my favourite
shade of red, you whispered. Off-key looks good on you.
I would hit you if you werent kissing me.
iii. I painted my toenails
yesterday, and I laughed today because you noticed.
Almost, you confess, I almost didnt. But
the colour reflected off your eyelashes, and I
XS: MSNJack pursed his lips as he stared at the emoticon that had just popped up on his msn page, it was a sheep entitled "You ". It was one of those lazy sunday afternoons and Jack had just spent hours sending back and forth stupid emoticons on the msn.XS: MSN4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Evil Emperor of Darkness Says: (2:34 pm)
Omi's Leader Says: (2:35 pm)
Evil Emperor of Darkness Says: (2:38 pm)
IT IS NOT A COMPLAMINT!! IT IS AN INSULT!! BE INSULTD RAYMUNDO!! >:C
Omi's Leader Says: (2:40 pm)
lol what's a compla mint? it sounds like you'd rly need it.
Evil Emperor of Darkness Says: (2:41 pm)
i meant compliment! you know i did!!!
Omi's Leader Says: (2:43 pm)
you are too easy to mess with XD btw the name's Raimundo not Raymundo
Somehow all this mindless chit chat was the highlight of Jack Spicer's day, it wasn't exactly the topic of their conversations that interested it was probably the fact that Raimundo had a new DP every half hour, and all of them were pretty entertaining t
Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 1WARNING: Contains contents which some may find offensive; if you do not believe love between two individuals of the same gender is acceptable then please turn away now. : )Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 16 years ago in Historical More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these historical figures.
NOTE: This story will be written in Script format with narration done by one of the characters. And PLEASE do not expect absolute historical accuracies in my story; I like to make things up here and there. Thank you, and happy reading.
(Rutkowski is entirely made up for the convenience of the story because I could not find out who it was that introduced Chopin to Liszt. If anyone knows, please leave a comment and let me know. Thanks!)
Delacroix Narration: Chopin arrived in Paris as a homesick young man looking for a place in the big city. With the help of a fellow Polish businessman, who frequented the artistic circles, managed to get an appointment with an already famous pianist.
(Scene shows Chopin walking and checking his pocke
Legacy of The SeekerLegacy of The Seeker3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was morning in Dragonblight. The sun began to peak above the mountaintops. The snow sparkled like pure diamonds. Animal life began to stir from their protected homes. The powerful storm yesterday brought had vanished as quick as it appeared. It was safe once again to roam the arctic lands of Dragonblight.
The Ruby Dragonshrine stood silent. The chilling winds of Northrend brushed against the crimson leaves of the majestic tree in the middle. However, the silence was not broken by this, nor was it broken by all of the people slowly entering the sacred ground. The sun shined down on the dragonshrine, saturating it in a full spectrum of colors and hues.
They all were adorned in black formal clothing and not one soul bore a smile on their face. There had to be hundreds of them. There were leaders of the Horde, Alliance, and the Wyrmrest Accord. They all surrounded the great tree. Among them stood Varian Wrynn, Jaina Proudmoore, Alexstrasza, Korialstrasz, Garrosh He
Ragnarok - Chapter TwoRagnarok - Chapter Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The glow from the grand hall was visible all the way across town, gleaming against the black backdrop of the lake's dark waters, fires sending shards of arcing, orange reflections across its rippling surface. The festivities were already in full swing by the time I arrived, the party breaking out from confines of the grand hall to spill out onto the grounds in front. Impromptu bonfires roared around the stone steps, accompanied by heaps of folks drinking, dancing, and laughing. A chorus of disjointed instruments struck up a chaotic tune, fiddles, lutes, and Jotun-style drums beating at the night without a semblance of harmony.
Along with the regular crowd, I noticed a plethora of more faces I was unfamiliar with, probably more from the caravan. A few were sharing animated stories with some elven hunters around a fire while another group was giddily spinning in a drunken circle with some of t
Joel's Balloon ShopJoels Balloon Shop ( Inspired by a Story by BalloonFan called Sandra's Balloon Shop)Joel's Balloon Shop7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Joel basically knew it the moment the guy entered his store. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him, typical guy around college age maybe a bit older. It didnt matter what they looked like young - old; fat thin, Joel could pick them out the minute they came through the door. They all were more or less the same. First, they looked around a bit shyly, looking at all the different balloons with that certain look of excitement in their eyes. They always hung back and avoided eye contact. He knew the fascination so well because he felt the same about balloons and he had realized a life-long dream by opening this balloon-shop. The customer looked to be in his twenties, thin, shaggy blond hair. He had some whiskers under his thick bottom lip. He was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and loose wind pants like he might have had just finished a work out.
The Buff-Buff FruitThe Merry Go had taken a short rest stop on a small island in the middle of the vast Grand Line sea on what could possibly have been the perfect day. The sun was shining, there were just enough clouds to provide the perfect amount of shade, and there was a wonderful breeze blowing through the palm trees. Luffy and the crew were peacefully sleeping in the sun and shade as the clouds slowly drifted by. Everything was peaceful. Peaceful at least until Luffy was awoken by a soft whistling sound that was closely followed by the searing pain in his head as a large fruit collided with his skull.The Buff-Buff Fruit5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, who threw that," Luffy yelled quickly jumping to his feet.
"What the hell are you talking about," Zolo mumbled still half asleep, "We're all asleep."
Luffy just stuck out his tongue and began to look around the clearing. As he scanned the dense line of trees a large shadow vanished back into the forest. Luffy merely shrugged and figured the tree he had been sleeping under had simply lost a piece
Unexpected Growth Spurt 3Naruto, knowing that he could no longer hide himself, walked to Sakura's house as he usually would. He didn't care about waiting for his training to cease anymore, which he had already forgotten. The only thing that he cared about at this point was that he was growing at a unbelievable rate, and that he hoped it would never end.Unexpected Growth Spurt 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Naruto walked to Sakura's house, people couldn't help but notice him, a 9 foot tall, muscular boy, with clothes now looking like they were slightly to small. Some stared, others walked away, being frightened by the young fox ninja's new, and still growing stature. This of course, made him feel like he could take on anything. But, among them, were a few admiring Naruto's new found height and muscle, and this by itself made him once again smile in delight. Soon, he reached Sakura's house, ready to show her that there was now more of him to love.
Before knocking, Naruto crouched a bit, so Sakura would be able to see his face. He then knocked a few times, and wa
Alex in Muscleland Ch. 2Chapter Two: The Pool of Sweat and a Caucus RaceAlex in Muscleland Ch. 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
With the consumption of all those pills, Alex soon started feeling the effects. His body felt warm all over, making his head swim as he stumbled slightly the floor feeling like it was shifting. Alex then suddenly heard a strange rushing sound coming from somewhere. He looked around dizzily trying to see where the sound was coming from. Suddenly he felt a strange sensation over his body, like tiny hoses were pushing out of his skin. He looked at himself and saw that his veins were slowly rising from under his skin, the rushing sound his own blood flowing through those engorging veins, feeding his muscles as they started to expand. In his somewhat drugged haze, Alex was aware of his body changing, but not to what extent. He groggily looked down his arms as the biceps swelled up past his anything his modest skinny arms had ever had, his triceps pushing out in concert with his forearms as they thickened, his hands broadening. A ripping sound
NecromancerFollow my sleek fingers to a life you know nothing of.Necromancer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life that extends it's hand to you from underneath
The moving earth.
Forge strength reborn within the passion-burning
Core of my eyes. Relinquish your thirst, re-mend
Your broken rotten skin. Breathe without taking a breath.
I am one with your kind.
Harnessing abilities requiring not the edge of a sword. Only the whimsical,
Deadly depths of a wooden stick enchanted by magical stones. Those very
Gems, shining with life-giving serum. The boding miracle
For I am a necromancer. A true friend of the undead. I can bless
With the fiercest heart, with the most cunning of poises. Drooling
With the high-climbing intentions of dominating the dead.
Become my army, become my children of the dark.
Become my valued servants. Become my strength.
PlagueDoctor, doctor. Do you remember me? Doctor, do you remember what you told me? Do you remember that voice of dread when you said it? Doctor, I trusted you. I put my life in your hands and then you insulted it. Doctor, why did you wear such scary things? That scary mask, Doctor, why did you wear it? Why did you fill it with hearbs? Do they smell nice? Doctor, you looked like a bird, through all the pain I wanted to smile, but everything was blurry and dark. Doctor, did you do this to make me happy? Thank you, doctor. Doctor, that island, why did you take me to that island? People were being hurt. People were screaming. The people threw me in, and then everything stung. Doctor, why did you let my body sting? Doctor, I was screaming too. I'm sorry if I did something to make you angry with me doctor. I'm sorry if I deserved to sting. Doctor, the people on the island, they threw me in a pile of glow flies. The glow flies stung me. The glow flies turned my skin black. Doctor, I don't think thPlague4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sheogorath Stops ByPrize for LadyRedDarknessSheogorath Stops By3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The sun was drawing closer to the horizon, sending a mist over the small group and casting a chill down their spines.
"We should not be here," peeped Merrill from under her hood.
Hawke looked down at her, silently agreeing. Varric walked just ahead with Bianca before him. They had stumbled upon the ancient ruins as they explored Sundermount. Hawke had become intrigued because he had never seen something so ancient as the stone walls that now surrounded them. There were symbols etched into the walls that Merrill didn't recognise, and the chance to explore had overpowered him.
He was curious by nature, but now he wished he had gone and come back. They had wondered way too far into the ruins and now the light above the broken ceiling was breaking, which would mean if they couldn't find their way out then they would have to camp there. But the twilight was brining an unnerving feeling over the three of them, and Hawke was starting to curse his curiosity.
The Last Stand_Part 4The Last Stand_Part 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: The last Stand: Part Four - Reminders of the Past
Summery: Faced with a fate worse then death one Blood Elf is determined to face his end with dignity, but what twists does fate have in store for him?
* Important Notes: For additional notes see the first chapter.
Bleh writer's block! Has it really been over a year since I updated this?! My god...where does the time go?!
The events detailed in this fic are based around in game RP between my main Jaideng Dawnspark and other players during the WOTLK prelaunch and Death Knight introduction.
This chapter introduces Niakel Brimstalk who belongs to my favorite RP partner on WoW and who I use with full permission here.
The sun rode just above the horizon, turning the sky into ribbons of fire. The light skipped across the surface of the bay's clear blue green depths, leaving trails of glittering diamonds as it went.
The old blood elf smiled as he watched the sun sink lower. Nothing would ever matc
The Abusive LoverThe Abusive Lover2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Crash! It was happening again. His lover was home drunk, throwing things this way and that. "Where the hell is it? I know it's here!" He screamed loud enough it could wake the dead.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Taishiro! Please, calm down and tell me!" He cried out, his cat ears were bent back in fear.
"Stupid little demon! What did you do with it?" Taishiro growls as he turned to him.
Kai blinked as he kept his hands near his mouth, staring at him with beautiful eyes. It was just then that he grabbed him and tossed him on to their bed, ripping his clothes off as Taishiro began his assault.
"T-Taishiro! P-please....stop! No more!" Kai cried out in fear.
"Shut up you little bastard! I will find what I want if it means killing you!" Taishiro growled viciously, as he unbuckled his own pants, letting his hard cock out to push it hard into Kai's small ass.
Kai cried out as tears ran down his face. Why? He thought. Why is this happening to me every night? I thought he loved me. H
Ode for SheogorathOde for SheogorathOde for Sheogorath6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Come swim with the Birds and the Bees
And Gods flying in their threes
And logical Minded monkeys in the trees
Thank you but no Please!
You try to Halt and put it all on freeze
Here is the Daedric Prince, on your Knees
But youve been touched by the Madness
Just Embrace it with total Gladness
For Madness creates Art
A stage for actors to play the Part
Let it find a place in the Heart
Or, face the Retribution and Wrath
Of our rightful Lord Sheogorath
So come dance to the very merry jig
Offer up the yarn, gem and lettuce fig
The cats out of the bag, that dull hag
Laugh at boring old Jyggalag.
The 13 Blessings of SheogorathFor Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting.The 13 Blessings of Sheogorath7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge.
Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm.
Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear.
Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs.
Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque.
Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm.
Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real.
Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul.
Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming.
Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies.
Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be.
Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger.
Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us
The NecromancerThe time has come to call to rise,The Necromancer9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My faithful servants tombs I reign,
The fallen ones whom you despise,
Shall now return your rightful pain.
Oh, yes! My dear necropolis,
Bestow on me an army grand,
Forgotten leagues of Lazarus,
Who sleep so firm in grasp of land.
Forsaken troops and paladins,
You rotten spawn of Satans barge,
Release a wave of plague and sins,
With specter horse, I mount the charge.
With onyx robes and ivory stoles,
The mages float on vapors green,
And sound that bell for you it tolls,
To wipe your slates of spirit clean.
The war now done, return our calm,
My loyal subjects rest each bone,
With carbon scepter in my palm,
I judge upon my midnight throne.
Gettting Pumped up for the fooPumped Up for the Football GameGettting Pumped up for the foo7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alex was heading to the locker room all by himself. It was the night before the first game of the season and he had just finished football practice. He had hung back on the field after his teammates, flirting with a group of cheerleaders. When he finally headed to the showers the rest of the team had changed and left for home.
Alex was no doubt the top jock on the squad. Short in stature, a deficiency that he more than compensated for by his big muscles, the jock liked to say there was no way he was going to make himself taller so he bout as well be wider. Captain of the team, Alex and his crew ruled the school and everyone in it. If Alex liked you life could be good but if Alex didnt, he could make your life hell.
The team manager and water boy was a tall skinny freshman named Derek; the stud wouldn't give the time of day to. Derek envied any guy who got close to him.
Myths of SheogorathSheogorath Invents MusicMyths of Sheogorath7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the earliest of days, in a time when the world was still raw, Sheogorath decided to walk amongst the mortals. He donned his guise of Gentleman With a Cane, and moved from place to place without being recognized. After eleven days and eleven nights, Sheogorath decided that life among mortals was even more boring than his otherworldly existence.
"What can I do to make their lives more interesting?" he said to himself. At that same moment, a young woman nearby commented wistfully to herself, "The sounds of the birds are so beautiful."
Sheogorath silently agreed with her. Mortals could not make the beautiful and inspired calls of birds. Their voices were wretched and mundane. He could not change the nature of mortals, for that was the purview of other Daedric Princes. However, he could give them tools to make beautiful sounds.
Sheogorath took hold of the petulant woman and ripped her asunder. From her tendons he made lutes. From her skull and arm bones he made a