Memories."That scent..." The blood elves nostrils flared as his head turned to the side, sniffing at the air in hopes his nose will guide him to the source of the aroma as he carefully pushes his "human" friend gently to the side, "I recognise that scent, Nathyn."Memories.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Of course you would, Sunbane. Those are peacebloom, a common plant that you mortals like to use in common professions." The human's deep voice softly echoed through the silent trees as he pursued the dark haired elf.
"I know what peacebloom's are, Nathyn. I just, I haven't seen one in so long." The blind elf huffed and stopped in his tracks, lowering his head and sniffing again, ears twitching lightly at the sound of grass crunching behind him, then suddenly a gentle tug at his arm took him by surprise, causing him to jump a little.
"They're right here, Vekusen. Crouch down."
The elf did as he was told, and slowly crouched down, reaching a hand out blindly to grasp at where he was hoping the plant would be, and a small sigh seemed to
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
ArrowSomething unexpected happened today.Arrow3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One of my arrows missed.
I knew this day was coming. I am not as young as I once was, and the last few years especially have worn me down. My right shoulder is a chronic source of pain, even when it is not in use. It was only a matter of time before my aim started to suffer. But it has long decades since I missed a stationary target. I did not realize how badly it would shake my confidence.
What good is an archer whose aim is less than true?
I have honed this skill my entire life, and protected my people with it for nearly two centuries now. The Sin'dorei need every bow left to us to hold off those who would destroy us without a thought. Even now, almost half of our last city still lies in ruins.
But, if I lose my aim, I will be worse than useless. I will be a liability.
I have never forgotten how I felt when I was a child. Before the Farstriders, before arrows that never missed. I remember how it felt then, to be without talent, or a way
DeploymentI stood before them, the harsh dry winds of Orgrimmar tugging at my hair, and the occasional sting of sand in my face. The men and women who had assembled before me were an impressive sight. Most were not young, and few were unscarred.Deployment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were veteran soldiers, and though I could see the curiosity in their eyes, they merely waited quietly for me to collect my thoughts before I addressed them.
I cleared my throat, and took a deep breath. The news I had for them was not something I wanted to share. But it was information they needed to know, and it was my duty to give it to them.
Men and Women of the Corvidae Battalion,
I know many of you are curious as to why I have asked you to meet me here, after such a brief period of peace. Especially when that peace was fought so hard for, and bled for.
I would like nothing better than to reassure you all that there is indeed time to rest, to enjoy your families, to repair your homes.
But sadly, that is not the case. I asked you here to inform
Symphony of Fire and Ice -EDIT[Arthas, spoken:]Symphony of Fire and Ice -EDIT10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"This moment has come.
Finally, the battle shall end.
Go now, my warriors, the throne awaits!
The throne of heavens and glory for ever!"
By the rising sun
on two sides they stand,
on each of them
are hearts aflamed.
The warriors strike,
blood is all around.
between the light.
Steel cutting air here and there,
bodies falling down one by one.
Shouts and battlecries echoing
on the stony walls all around.
Fire, the warmth of willing hearts,
the song of night and of hope.
Ice, the chilling souls from the grave,
melody of death and of pain.
Their echos a concerto
of ages and of blood,
the eternal symphony of fire and ice.
Sounds all around the battlefield,
the throne of ice singing to
the warriors dead.
The enchanted blades and cursed sword,
silver armour against magical runes,
dance in circles all around,
dances the fire, dances the ice.
"This sword of destruction shall drink your blood.
Hasten your doom and come to me!
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 Item4 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,
-Warcraft Poem- RequiemBoy with hair of snow-white silk-Warcraft Poem- Requiem9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With skin like the finest porcelain
With eyes of deep emerald and jade
Your soul is crying in pain.
Bury it; under sorrows and fears
Don't let it be heard ever again
Feed it to rage and drown it in blood
And let it cry in vain
Let it sleep now, sleep. Lie it down to rest
and dream in an eternal sleep.
The boy that once was, he ain't no more.
And for him nobody shall weep.
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
Intervention pt 1Intervention pt 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Intervention by sleepyoldvamp : sasaki haruka
swifty/zeph // nelf/belf
Mana; the bane and love of his life, a cruel mistress indeed. Zephiel Hyperion felt the burn of his manawell as it was siphoned of its last dregs, a hot sensation in his chest that signaled that his magical limits had been reached. It was a little worse than usual, though, as he had no more of the mana potions to refresh his most precious asset.
The fire elemental breathing down his neck wasn't helping at all. Waves of heat that he usually welcomed from his fire spells were singing his lungs as he desperately tried to escape a painful death. A few motes of fire just weren't worth it, especially after he had foolishly taken on the elementals one right after another and wore his magical endurance down.
Gaining back enough strength to pop a mana shield around himself and flee, Zephiel sucked in a surprise gasp as a figure of glistening steel and sheer brutality dashed by him. He barely missed being de
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
Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?So. Ahve been tinkin. Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?Do Blood Elves Lay Eggs?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come on, ya know dey do, ah know dey do.
Da points for? Well, one point is.. ah say dey do.
If ah say dey lay eggs, dey lay eggs, reet?!
An ahm pretteh sure ya will agree, dat is natural.
Elves. Must. Lay. Eggs.
Ya tellin me dey don need ta lay eggs?
eres some new fo ya.
If dey don lay eggs, dey will die out.
Oh, das wha ya mean.
reet. ave ya seen an elf givin birt?
Ugh, das disgustin.
The Darkfallen and Sanlayn guideThe Darkfallen and Sanlayn guide3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Darkfallen, San'layn.
Welcome to the Darkfallen, San'layn guide. Here you can find all the information currently known about the race and faction. Information will be added over time if anything new becomes available.
Before you decide to make a Darkfallen character.
Think for a moment. Reconsider, maybe. Playing a Darkfallen is considered difficult, if near impossible, to pull off.
First of all, they aren't vampires.
Second, they're undead. Not attractive and glitzy.
Third, they cannot create other Darkfallen.
Fourth, they're most likely Scourge loyal.
Racial name: Darkfallen.
'Faction name': San'layn, of the Scourge.
Previous race: Blood elf only.
Language(s): Thalassian, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldiers of the Scourge
Levi Character Analysis Levi Character AnalysisLevi Character Analysis 4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
So for the past few days I’ve been reading more Levi x OC/reader fanfiction and re-watching Attack on Titan. I plan to work on a new serious Levi x OC story soon, so I decided to do a character analysis on Levi to understand his character better. Please keep in mind while reading this; it is just my observations and opinions. I WANT people to rebuttal me and tell me what they think. So please do it! I plan to post my story on fanfiction.net, and for those who don’t know, the reviewers over there can get a little bit harsh. I just want to keep Levi in character as much as possible. A lot of readers complain that writers write Levi OOC, so I thought this would be a good chance as a community to share our opinions.
First, we all perceive Levi differently; therefore, we all have different ways we write his character. In the end, only Isayama can truly know how Levi would act in the situations we write him in. I think EVERY WRITER who writes Levi X
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
from the sidelinesfrom the sidelines10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over dusty shoulders I see
a world I'll never win, and I should be anywhere..
Anywhere but here..
Dirty chalk clouds slur through a city sky
until they drop off the stale earth,
and this is my story, and I shall follow them,
and I shall fall. Harsh and ugly.
We lived life like we were the only ones not broken.
Your heart was the fist matching my bruises,
we were misplaced children, collapsed from our worlds
We tugged our skin on the trees we climbed, trying to kidnap stars,
you tripped me up once or twice
and I stared at you
while you let your fingers
Snows of Novemberlike the snows of November,Snows of November7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(lightly, timid in askance)
you will return to me
in due time;
without failyou will return
and my hesitant heart
(retreating, retreating, retreating)
will be a far-off beacon at dusk
to your false ardor, a poetry of obdurate conceit
whose interval seems unceasing;
All darkness and brooding winds
You twine and spin in savage dance
(quickening, hastening some new spell)
But failing, failing failing
while this distance increases (curing
the suffering amid our pleading eyes (yours
of forgiveness, mine for freedom)
Our IssuesYour heart grew up in a black wooden boxOur Issues8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
hated by everything: pigeons swerved to on it
wasps went kamikaze on it, black widow spiders
s in its ear while it slept, wild
horses made love to its rear,
trees lashed it, roses
turned their scent away, woodpeckers
pecked at its
SloughIt starts with a metronomicSlough8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drip-splat, each drop a bastinado
blow on the feet of sleep.
Floundering from our half-
cold bed, I navigate the room
like a blind albatross until the bitch
of a stubbed toe stops me.
deep in the house. Rust runnels
down walls we painted ivory.
I find the sink choking,
the refrigerator dead, puddles
rising, like stigmata, on the lino.
The kettle boils itself.
It's been three weeks since you left
this house. I thought by now
it would have stopped grieving.
reali swear to Godreal9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
CompareLie with me beneath these sheets. Close your eyes, cover your head, and just pretend this is our world. Ignore the pounding on your door. Ignore the shouts in the hall. Just pay attention, if only for one moment… to me.Compare8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pay attention to every single detail. The curve of my hip, the softness of my skin, the play of your breath against my hair. Have you noticed the fingertip caressing your palm? The intertwined fingers? Please do.
Pay attention to the lips whispering broken thoughts into your ear. Listen to the words I speak. Lose yourself in this world I'm creating for you.
Now compare. Remember and compare. For everything you've given up to spend one moment in ecstasy, did you find this in her? In your moment of numbing bliss did your thoughts stray to me? Does she haunt your dreams as I will from this moment forth? How long will it be before you can forget, before you can escape your biggest mistake, your greatest flaw?
Pay attention. Focus. Notice the feeling, the realization that I'
Bedtime StorySome things, you never forget. One of the most memorable for me was the first time I held my son in my arms. Aedan was smaller than his twin sister, and far more fragile. For a brief period after his birth, we thought we were going to lose him.Bedtime Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the end, we did. But that was much later.
The evening of the Dedication was absolutely magical. The stars overhead had never seemed to shine so brightly to me. Calethar looked radiant in the lamplight of Silvermoon as we walked to his family's old estate, transformed now into something far more useful. For once, I did not feel awkward in the formal dress I was wearing. It had been given to me by Calethar, and I felt oddly beautiful in it. But that was probably more because of the way he was looking at me in it, than the dress itself.
We could hear the children before we arrived at the gates. They were out playing on the lawn of the manor, having discovered the puppies and kittens I had sent to the stables. Calethar had provided everyth
50 Ways to Freak People Out50 Ways to Freak People Out50 Ways to Freak People Out6 years ago in Humor More Like This
In an elevator
1. Hum the Batman theme incessantly for twenty minutes
2. Wait on the elevator with a big bucket of Skittles until there are a lot of people on there with you. When you get to a high floor or desired number of victims, wait till the door opens and then scream TASTE THE RAINBOW! at the top of your lungs, pour the Skittles all over the elevator, and run.
3. Go up to somebody of the same gender and lick them
4. Go up to somebody of the opposite gender and lick them
5. Go up to somebody of any gender and lick them. Then look disgusted and slap them for no reason whatsoever.
6. Drop a penny down the elevator shaft and then scream NO! MOMMY, COME BACK!
7. Stare at somebody and lick your lips. Then pull out your cell phone, pretend to dial, and say Ive found a likely candidate for our experiment.
8. Then glance at them.
9. Then start laughing maniacally.
10. Scream LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!