Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
on skeletonsthey're all here, buriedon skeletons3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in slightly shallow graves to plague me
when i'm just waking
i thought i crushed them inside my
trash-compactor chest, dear, but you know
i've been lingering and they've been rotting
away inside me, just eating,
the greedy little bastards, and you know
it will never stop
this cycle of bones, walking talking skeletons;
and matthew i will tell you that you are the only one
but there are always more--
matthew, you are the only one;
i suffered through your wordless accusations in silence,
dozens of them, and i will suffer through dozens more,
i promise you, before these years are over
but there is a gap between my memories
and there is a gap between the colored version of you
that i look at every day without seeing and the
rusty, rotting statue that comes out at night to throttle me
matthew, it was always ever you but now there are too many skeletons,
and i can hardly tell which ones are real and which ones are not
The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is nothing wrong with inserting yourself into a story. Like anything, it can be well done or... not so well done. The fact is, the majority of people who tend to write about self inserts happen to be beginners. Naturally, that causes there to be a pattern of certain, specific mistakes that are frequently found whilst reading anything on the internet. The purpose of this deviation isn't to say that self inserts are bad. I'm simply going to point out the most common mistakes that we usually encounter.
1. Making ourselves better than we really are.
Don't be fooled by the word "better." This can be replaced with mysterious, deep, dark, tragic, romantic, lovable... anything we want. Maybe a mix of a few of those things. The point is, the version of ourselves will be biased.
2. Not making anything bad happen to yourself
Let's talk about the word "bad." Does this mean something, perhaps, like... getting a disease? No. It means anything that interferes with
GoodbyeGoodbye3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Live a little longer
The stars are shining brighter,
They're shining for you
Come with me,
And dance in the moonlight
It can only get better from here
Because I say I love you
Tonight I swore I'd only speak the truth
Please, baby promise me
You'll stay to watch another sunset with me
Just wait a little longer
You'll be alright
The stars will shine oh-so-right
Lay back into the grass
Just watch the clouds and your problems pass
Into the mystery of the stars
Because I tell you I love you
Tonight I swore I'd only speak the truth
Please, baby promise me
You'll stay to watch another sunrise with me
But where have you gone,
Your passion for life, it's disappeared
To see you lie there in peaceful slumber
Don't make me say goodbye
Because I told you I loved you
That night I swore I'd only speak the truth
Please, baby I promise you
I'll watch another sunset with you
In my heart
Roman HolidayRoman Holiday12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The gypsies pick my pockets, pick my purse
Their clever fingers deftly, softly pressed
Against my skirted hip, my sweaty breasts;
On swelt'ring, crowded buses, tourists curse
And slap the hands of gypsies; none the worse
Are they for failed attempts to cheat their guests
They disappear like ghosts into the rest
Of those who guard their pockets, guard their purse
'Gainst thieves on such a hot, unpleasant ride
'Til I, a naïve trav'ler, turn my head
Then gypsies press up closer to my side;
Pretending not to notice hands that tread
Across my body; I will let them roam
For through their gestures, I am part of Rome.
Commonn Fanfiction Mistakes - FormattingCommonn Fanfiction Mistakes - Formatting1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before we can even begin to talk about other areas inside of writing, we need to talk formatting. I'm very nitpick-y on this, and I know for a fact that it's a huge turn off for other people as well. A story with odd formatting makes it hard to read, and the reader's experience with the story is already subconsciously turning negative. You could have a great story, but with too many "cutesy" things you throw in, it becomes distracting and results in your reader hitting the back button.
Examples of bad formatting:
"**~~Flash Back to the Day Before brought to you by Sawney and Bean~~**"
"I was wearing a Gothic dress to school to show up all the preps! (it looked like this: insert image link here )"
"She was so ready to drop out of middle school (A/N: UUUUUUUGHHHHHH ME TOO!!! I'm so done!)"
"Zomg! Don't even talk to me after you cheated on me Nile! > : ("
"And look here I'm j
The Five Hundred Worlds of UltramarFive Hundred Worlds of UltramarThe Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macragge Konor Prandium Calth Espandor
Iax Quintarn Tarentus Masali Talassar
Parmenio Firestorm Gathis II Newfound Lorin Alpha
Mancora Ithaka Vilamus Honourum Orpheus Prime
Cyclades Epsilon Cyclades Kappa Armato Sabatin
The EndWarI remember how the EndWar began.The EndWar6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It all began with the nuclear war in the Middle East. Israel, Iran, Saudi Arabia and a whole bunch of other countries got nuked; I forget what it was about. It was the worst thing since 9/11. You'd see pictures on the news about how cities were wiped off the face of the map. How nuclear autumn ravaged the land. How millions died over the course of a weekend.
Everyone was horrified. The pictures of the warped survivors, the statues of ash that used to be people and the horror of people that even the great city of Mecca was just... gone. No-one's sure on who fired the first shot, and to be frank, it probably didn't matter. The Middle East had become a land of ghosts. Everyone was horrified, and everyone prayed that such things never happened again. I volunteered for aid work there.
That's why the Missile Shield went up. The S.L.A.M. Shield. The Sea, Land, Air, Missile Shield. A bunch of scientists from both the U.S and a few Euro countries got together an
Zombie Country. Chapter 2.Zombie Country. Chapter 2.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Should we all go?" Splash asked.
"No, that'd be too dangerous." Vex sighed, he looked at Arya and then her body, Arya gave him a look and Vex caught it.
"No, no, maybe you should go because you're smaller." Vex suggested and Splash scoffed.
"But she's a female!"
"That doesn't matter. She's smaller so she has less a chance of being seen and-," Vex started but Splash cut him off.
"I don't care if she's smaller! I'm smarter!" Splash hissed.
"If zombies go after her, she probably has a chance of slipping between small spaces and getting away. Or even hiding." Vex hissed and Splash folded his arms.
Arya opened the back of the truck, the streets were deserted and a few of the shops windows had been smashed open. Vex handed her a large bag, "Just incase you find anything. Just get things that you think we'd need."
She slipped out of the truck with her bow in hand and the bag strapped to her back. Vex and Splash watched her as she pushed open the stores door gently and slid inside.
Concerning my friend with OCDI'll never wake up the way you do,Concerning my friend with OCD10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
whether in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning,
curling up in bed to hold your head because the thoughts are already twisting your mind like a hurricane
(Is the day going to make it worse?)
I'll never brood over the things you do,
your mind latching onto the very scenes that lacerate your skin and bleed you dry,
no matter how loudly you scream against it
(Shh, it just gets worse when you do that.)
I'll never dislike daydreaming the way you do,
because my dreams consist of gentle rocking seas,
while yours are filled with a constant struggle to escape the wave that's bound to paralyze your body
(What outlet will you choose this time?)
I'll never fully understand your illness,
No matter how many ways you explain it,
Or how hard you fight against it
(But I know you do, every day.)
I'll never know what you're going through,
but I'll smile the way you used to,
just in case you forgot.
Learn to loveLearn to love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her head resting in the hollow below his shoulder. Her legs bent, lifted from the bed as she sighed. His arm wrapped around her, holding her safely against him. She smiled, looking up at him as he spoke, his hold tightening occasionally as they lay together. She'd always loved when they could do this. Lay on his bed together and forget the world while they shared their problems.
They understood each other; their words, their actions. It all made sense in a way neither could comprehend and neither would give up. She rolled, curling into his body as they continued to talk, relaying their days, as was usual for the two. Not able to help herself, she smiled and kissed his cheek gently before nuzzling into his neck.
He chuckled but leaned into the touch, resting his lips against her hair as she stayed curled into his body. They continued to lay in silence after they'd finished purging their emotions, content to lay in silence, the last words they'd spo
Utau Text TutorialUtau Tutorial 7/14/2009Utau Text Tutorial7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Welcome to Krissy's Utau tutorial! By the time it get finished, the English version might be out. So read while you can!
1) The first thing you do is download Utau, you can do this here http://utau2008.xrea.jp/index.html.
Click the very first link under 'Download' and install it. Don't worry, there are no spyware or viruses.
2) Once you loaded it and checked out the program, you'l
Your Phantom is Here!Are you lonely? Are you a hopeless romantic? Do you like music? Are you a girl or just an extremely feminine guy? If you answered at least 3 of those questions, then this is for you!Your Phantom is Here!4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Tired of those guys that "just want one thing"? Are you the obsessive type? Are you turned on by death? The Phantom of the Opera is here to Take You Away!
With any voice, any race and any language, the angles of music are here to suit YOUR needs!
If you are depressed, he will sing for you!
If someone pissed you off, he will "take care of them"!
If you need to get away from everyday problems, because you are a poor unfortunate soul that just can't take it because everyone loves you too much, he will TAKE YOU AWAY!
If you want to settle down, he has already taken the liberty of sneaking into your room at night to get your ring size, and has stolen the measures of your bodice from the dress maker! Your ring and dress are ready!
If you lost your father, he will BE YO DADDEH!
Get your angel of music, today! Try
So Much For A Boring Camp"Man this is so boring! So much for camp activities…we've done nothing all day except sit by the lake and watch people swim," whined Jeffrey Carlson. Jeff had short black hair, dark brown eyes and wore dark blue shorts and a beige t-shirt.So Much For A Boring Camp9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Dude I'm dying for a swim…there's so many people in the lake that it wouldn't be worth it though," sighed Kai Highwind, shaking his head. Kai had unruly brown hair of medium length and crystal blue eyes. He wore baggy grey-blue cargo pants and a thin black hoodie.
"Where else is there to swim? Camp Starshine only has one lake here and the indoor pool, both of which are full of people…," stated Takato throwing a rock into the water.
"Two lakes," said Rika in a correcting voice as she sat up and smiled at the three boys.
"Rika there's only one lake and it's this one," laughed Jeffrey as if she was making a joke.
"Two lakes…one here that everyone knows about…the other hidden and no one dares go through the forest to get to it…"
"What are you talking ab
TESTIMONY TIME!!! - Missionaries at Maplewood MallTESTIMONY TIME!!! - Missionaries at Maplewood Mall3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So my Urban Missions Training Program does something called a Treasure Hunt every Tuesday, where we pray for prophetic clues to find Gods treasure, aka the people He wants us to pray for. This time, we felt called to the Maplewood Mall. My friend Kristin was my partner today. While we were praying, I got a bunch of crazy random things, including a shield, Fin from the show "Adventure Time", plants, a finger, and a big curly hairdo. Kristin got a hat, a broken heart, and curly hair as well. After we split up into our buddy system, Kristin and I found a stand for Invisible Shield (the thing you put over your phone to protect the screen) and saw the shield on the logo, so we waited for someone to come by. The owner happened to walk over, so we asked if we could pray for her. She accepted prayer for her business and her family, as well as hugs. :3
Afterwards, Kristin and I decided to go into Spencer's, since I overheard our friend Christian talking about how he thought he was
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 23 years ago in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
BitterweedBitterweed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crows have taken their pound of flesh and eaten it raw,
dragging their voices down the chalkboard sky.
medicated, i watch them feed with empty Auschwitz eyes,
every day is the same claustrophobic affair over again.
i miss the taste of axenic fear in my throat,
but my new world is monochrome and i am forced to swallow their synthetic ambrosia.
twisted into my fetal pose, i mark the walls misted from my metric breath,
they say those in glass houses.. but i have no stones to throw
or i would waste this crystal mausoleum from the inside.
they nailed my wings to the floor,
they keep me tranquilized and tell me this is home.
the shower drains are clotted with famous last words,
this is where savages and wandering savants come to die.
i am the leaden albatross around my own neck,
my metamorphosis brought me here.
Dog TagsI am always by his side,Dog Tags3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the man's, whose name I bear.
I am the first thing he touches
when he wakes up,
and the last before he falls asleep.
I can always hear his heartbeat
drumming away beneath his skin.
so hot and fiery from adrenaline,
so tan and warm from the sun.
He clutches me tightly as the bullets fall around us
and prays to God.
But I know he is praying to me.
He kisses me tightly for good luck,
as he has always done before a charge.
Blood splatters against me
and he carefully wipes it away the moment he finds cover.
His fingertips are cool against my face,
his blue eyes probing as he searches for the last droplet of foreign life
marring the etches of my cool form.
I see his comrades fall around him.
But he is untouched.
Perhaps God has listened after all.
Or perhaps it was my doing.
His guardian angel, keeping him from harm.
But perhaps I am exaggerating.
Or perhaps not.
Medals will try to take my place,
gold and silver and shimmery on the outside of his uniform.
The Morning FrostThe Morning Frost3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Morning Frost
Men have often come to fear and believe in what they cannot see. This invisible omnipotent force is a driving factor within the existence of man. This ideal motivates man; it creates a feeling of duty and belonging. This ideal can cause great justice, or can blind a man into a blunt instrument.
The Great War had ended in 1918, yet it lingered within my mind. Night after night, I would terrifyingly reminiscence men being shot and their blood being splattered. The scarlet drenched ground in Johannesburg flashed through my subconscious during slumber. The mighty and destructive trenches and the men I had attempted to save. For each man I failed to save, my hair would turn a silvery white hue. Until my head was as silver as the metal itself.
I fell into a great heap of depression and began drinking. The liters of whiskey washed away my sorrow for an hour. The crestfallen pain would damper my disposition for the remaining twenty three and even the omnipotence of alcohol co
the god that was never therethe god that was never there4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i watched a man speak once. he told of the stars, planets, and people- and how they all came to being. some people say a picture is worth a thousand words, but no one ever gives the worth of words that create images. he created images of blackness- of a non-existent identity.
he told me about the birth and made very clear that it was the only beginning that ever really existed. he said, "the creation of something is the start- and nothing happens before the start. there is no god to shoot a gun or shout, 'go'". there was no time- and time is really the only living thing to this very day.
my head collapses inwards- my eyes explode with small white lights and swirling colors.
i have seen people wearing beige sweaters and carrying meaningless charts, and they always seem to win at life. i see you become one of these people- your dreams are rotten, and your hope is only there as a survival tactic. i used to think that i knew you, and you told me what you thought right.
you spoke about life
Our Beloved Alan RickmanOur Beloved Alan Rickman11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes us love such a man as he?
Why do our hearts flutter at his smile?
How our knees waver at his voice!
See what his hazel stare can do!
Maybe it is because there is none other like him
For he is the perfect man, a shining star
Such a jewel, rare treasure indeed
He can easily steal our hearts and mystify our minds
How we swoon at him in billowing capes
Deafening gasps at dramatic performances
So noble when clutching a sword
And heroic appearing through a storm
O, nothing can break our undying devotion!
Dedicating ourselves is our number one notion!
LuciferLucifer9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A misunderstood angel,
Thrown from his home of heavens beyond,
People bow before you faithfully.
Some slit wrists hoping to glance you as they die.
Some cry bloodied tears and curse your name,
As they watch friends die
In sickness, starvation and war.
To some you're a myth,
You are a legend, not even close,
To being real.
But here lies the truth
Under old marble walls
Hidden from all humans
Not to be discovered till death.
Why does the bible not say words?
The truths about him and his four.
The Four brothers that live and reign.
Over all of Hell.
God does not move to save his children,
I used to love him.
But even Lucifer would not be this cruel.
Lucifer has better sense even then God.
Since he knows suffering as we do.
And God knows nothing of our pain.
Princess CharmingClosing the book on her own storyPrincess Charming8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heart full of longing remains,
longing for another sort of venture
one that instead involves healing his pain.
She doesn't want to just stand by
as he faces his demons all alone
she wants to fight along side him
returning the care and dedication he's always shown.
She has no need of pumpkin carriages
or hair that extends for yards,
she stays away from poisoned apples
spindles, thorns, and even broken glass shards.
She's isn't Cinderella
delicate like her slipper made of glass,
she isn't even like trapped Rapunzel,
she's really a more fiery kind of lass.
Thanks to him, she's safe,
therefore her tale has ended,
now's the time to rescue him
for its his heart that needs to be defended.
Its her turn to be Princess Charming,
to fight through every witch's locked door,
breaking the spells of his imprisonment
is her new sort of fairy tale lore.
Say SomethingSay something.Say Something10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Allow the words to form as a hurricane
Amongst the tip of your tongue.
Force the voice within you outwards from your chest,
And cause the echo to slam against the walls,
You are broken,
And darling, you must beg
Have you not witnessed the crime of
The crime of
Into the fog of our own predicaments?
We are taught to fill our minds
With the hatred we have for them
And curve the bullet of cruelty
In order to penetrate our own
You are hurt,
Left here in an endless abyss
Of suffering and emotional destruction.
Wishing, dreaming, hoping,
Perhaps even craving
A gust of wind filled with realization
To lift us, carry us,
Upwards into reality.
Darling, you’re breaking.