DunkelheitIm dunkelsten Gemäuer verstecktDunkelheit5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Liegt mein pochend rotes Herz
Des Krieges Schreie hat es verdreckt
Geblieben ist mir nur der Schmerz
Drum lebe ich im Dunkeln
Wie des Abgrunds Tiefe
Bleibt verborgen mir des Lichtes Funkeln
So als wenn Gott bereits schliefe
Engel bespucken meinen Körper
Lachen, machen mich verrückt
Fest eingesperrt im eigenen Kerker
Einsamkeit die mich hier bedrückt
Der Glaube ist hier vergangen
Habe ihn im Dunkeln verloren
Bin in mir selbst gefangen
Schließlich hinab zur Hölle geboren
by T.j Kitsuné
Begby, Short StoryBegby, Short Story8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Begby Boulderbuster always knew he was different. He could tell at the grocer when he and his mother went through the line as a toddler, the hidden line of distaste and the smell of fear from the checkout girl.
His first day at school was a day to remember, he was head and shoulders taller than anyone in his class, and they had to get him a larger desk. Hed sit alone during recess, watching the other children play; they wouldnt really even talk to him, much less play with him. The name calling and mean-spirited kids took their toll on his self esteem. He grew to have little respect for authority. The adult humans did nothing to protect him from the childrens jeers and provocations; they seemed to delight in it, some teachers at times would even laugh with the children. No matter what he raised his hand for, he was seldom called upon to answer anything.
Begby received his Ork traits from a virus hed been told
Astrid's StoryHe left.Astrid's Story2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Astrid Hofferson was in a bad place when she last saw Hiccup, if we can remember. It was bad enough she lost the attention of her peers and village, but she lost her place as the Most Valuable Trainee. By this point in the story, Astrid was driven into such anger and such suspicion that she had knocked down Hiccup, stepped on him, and hit him with the butt of her axe.
She’d be lying if she said that didn’t relieve a little bit of her stress.
So, yes, Astrid was not in a very stable condition when she last saw Hiccup, and that stability took a further turn by the reaction of the village to her revelation of Hiccup's secret. She told them, plainly, that Hiccup was harboring a Night Fury, catering to it like a dear pet. They laughed at her.
Bear in mind, Astrid was proven right. Hiccup was up to no good. Not only did he cheat to defeat all those dragons, but he was also consorting with their generation-old enemy. He was riding on the back of
Building a Consensus, UpdatedYeoman Kelly Chambers stood idly at her station up on the main deck of the Normandy, located next to the galaxy map, considering things. Her bare arms crossed one another out of habit, and a slender finger touched at her lower lip.Building a Consensus, Updated5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Commander Shepard wasn't present on the deck. Amidst the beeps of technicians typing at their stations, Kelly had the wry idea that he was down in Engineering spending time with a certain Quarian.
I'm glad they got together, they're both such wonderful people, She thought to herself glancing over at his Console. They're so cute.
Her thoughts at that moment turned to the ships newest... "Crew Member", and what was to be done in regards to it.
I mean... I trust Shepard, he knows exactly what he's doing... but a Geth? Activating a Geth on the ship?
Kelly had examined the psychology of all the Crew carefully. Jack, Grunt and Zaeed had made her uneasy with their presence, but she could understand them a to a certain degree.
PatF - Frog LegsFrog LegsPatF - Frog Legs5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Disclaimer: Princess and the Frog and all related characters are property of Disney.)
When I am in trouble, Tiana makes frog legs for dinner.
As a man, I consider it just my luck to never see it coming, but as soon as I sit down at that dinner table, and the plate of fried legs is thrust before me, I know I have done some sort of wrong at some point during the day. I cannot pretend to have forgotten about dinner, since I am already in my seat, and yet at the same time I cannot touch the things.
Fried, mentally slimy (err, mucous-covered actually), frog legs. I cannot eat them. I who have experienced life on the legs of a frog could never touch them.
but that's the point, really. She does it on purpose, I know she does. She sits down at the other end of the table and keeps her gaze locked onto me the entire time, never looking at her meal and yet still managing to eat so politely. I don't believe her frog legs are actual. They very well may be imitation, a food she whip
Name YourselfAt first, Jet thinks it's a boy. The scruffy figure he catches with a hand halfway down his pocket has short hair, bony wrists and a torso all straight lines and sharp angles.Name Yourself5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Maybe it's her posture that gives it away. Maybe the fuller lips or the bigger eyes. Or maybe he's just that good at sensing these things. Either way, at the second look, he knows.
The street is crowded. It's noon, and every shop is open, every shop owner on their doorstep, fishing for customers in the human stream of shifting green robes floating by. The weather is warm, drawing the townspeople outside. A perfect day for business - of many kinds.
Jet's on a mission. They all are; him and Sneers and the two new guys. A day like this, it's easy to pass unnoticed. They've all mastered the art of blending into their surroundings.
The girl fights to get out of his grip, digging her heels into the dirt and scratching at his fingers. She's frantic, her face a grimace of exertion and anger. Jet is equally annoyed. This
Cause And Effect - Chapter 3Katie looked at John after Dyson had walked out of sight, finding him watching a firetruck screaming up the road to try and extinguish the property fire across the street.Cause And Effect - Chapter 35 years ago in Settings More Like This
The firefighters rolled hoses off the truck after it had screamed to a halt; two firefighters rolled a hose out to the hydrant at the corner as three others hooked theirs to the truck and started the water. The Chief on duty saw that his men had the job taken care of---due to superb training in the town. The fires were slowly dimming as it was, John couldn't feel the heat from it anymore. It would be over soon.
The Chief looked up at John's house and instantly shook his head, spotting the man on the porch, watching the whole choreographed ballet unfold.
"Well, Johnny Harold," The Chief sounded a lot like that drunk from the movie Tombstone. "I do believe FEMA issued a 'Pack Your Shit and Leave' notice around this area."
"They did, Chief Evans," John smiled, shouting at the Chief over the water hoses. "They only got t
WiccaDont believeWicca7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lies you have heard
For Wiccans do not dabble
In black magick
All magick we do
In perfect love and perfect trust
Is performed in only positive energies
It harms none
We cast our spells
With peace and love in our souls
With calm and harmony in our hearts
We practice our religion with true
So dont believe everything you hear
We are not evil ones who worship Satan
We worship the God and Goddess of our earth
The mother and father of this planet
So merry meet and merry part
Until merry meet again
And so it harm none, do as ye will
And go with my blessing
Jinko: TR2 - Bedtime StoriesChapter 2: Bedtime StoriesJinko: TR2 - Bedtime Stories7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lee! I cant believe its really you! Jin ran up to Zuko and threw her arms around his neck; giving him the biggest hug shed ever given anyone.
Zuko wrapped his arms around her waist and returned the hug. He normally felt uncomfortable during hugs, but for some reason, he just felt happy. They just stood there for a few moments, not moving an inch.
The Earth peasant drew away from Zuko, but still held him. Oh Lee but how? What happened to your scar? And what are you doing in Fire Nation clothes? And what
Zuko held up his hands, Whoa! Slow down! Its a long story can I come in?
Of course! Come on in, Ill make some tea. She let him go and turned toward her cottage, taking her keys out of her apron pocket. She opened the door
Thirteen SpellsI - WishThirteen Spells7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By might of all and might of none
And blazing fury of the sun,
By right of magic now begun
As I do will, it shall be done!
II - Summoning
By virgin's blood and words arcane
By angel's tears and dead man's pain,
With fires straight from Hell's domain,
To earth the demons come again!
III - Baleful Polymorph
By tongue of bat and poor man's boot
And mystic might of mandrake root,
By swampland's murk and fairy's flute,
I turn thee now into - a newt!
IV - Slay Living
By demon's blood and gorgon's head
I utter now these words of dread:
By onyx black and ruby red
May those who've wronged me now drop dead!
V - TG: MtF
By maiden's hair and chocolate cake
And power that I now awake,
By pale moon's glow thy form forsake,
A woman's guise thou now shall take!
VI - TG: FtM
By strength of wind and rose's bloom
And shattered wheel of broken loom,
By sundered blade and ancient tomb,
The shape of man you shall assume!
VII - Fireball
To hellbound ones, I now proclaim
That death and fire is my aim
Cause And Effect - Chapter 7D-Day Plus 13Cause And Effect - Chapter 75 years ago in Settings More Like This
John floated around the small swimming hole all day long. Almost two weeks past, two-hundred downed trees removed and he could finally take some real time off. Even though he was practically harassed by Katie with questions he was happy. John chuckled. Katie wasn't harassing him at all. She did have questions about his work and life, but that was fine. He answered only on what he wanted and he answered fully and truthfully. But, John never dipped into her background.
It was both rude and respective at the same time, but either way it wasn't John's business to be asking about Katie's past. Call it rude, as a two-way street, on her part for asking it really didn't matter to John. Curiosity didn't always kill the cat, after all.
Plus, who's around to actually give a shit, but not only that, it's none of their business as it is.
The water was nice today, if only he had been able to come down two-days prior, it had been his birthday, D-Plus 11. That would've been
Eternally YoursAt times it seems as ifEternally Yours6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it were only yesterday we met.
The time has passed so quickly,
days, months, even years, becoming
a blur of a shared reality.
Others dream of a love like ours.
Timeless, perfect, true.
Never was there a doubt,
we were meant for one another.
There can be no others,
not for us.
Our hearts, our souls,
so deeply entwined
one about the other,
it would be impossible to know
where one begins,
where the other ends.
All around us, others age,
their love, their beauty
fades, withers and dies
like the roses in winter.
But we do not,
ours is a love to outlast time,
and I will always be...
How to RememberYour name is William Porter. You are seventy-four years old. You live at 140 Springrose Avenue, apartment three, at the Renaissance Elderly Home. Your wife's name is Eleanor. You have two children. This is your map, your life drawn out on stationary paper, ink fading where the creases rub your jacket pocket. Check your map every morning.How to Remember3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Take your pills. They're on the counter in the bathroom. The nurse separates them into containers labeled for days of the week. Today is Wednesday, because Wednesday's pills are in front.
The note on your refrigerator says you have plans to go out with your children. Be ready by ten o'clock. Wear something nice. Wear your best hat and favorite tie, the one with the old compasses.
Get ready early. Spend fifteen minutes with the photos on the coffee table. That's your wife with the blonde curls.
How To Train Your Dragon Fic Just One of Those DaysHow To Train Your Dragon Fic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hiccup groaned slightly as he ran a lazy hand through his brown locks and hobbled to the hole that lead to his favorite place to hang out after dragon training. It was one of those days where it seemed everything went wrong. The weak boy ended up falling down the stairs of his home in his rush to get out the door, and during dragon training his arm caught a wisp of fire from an upset dragon, causing it to burn slightly, and then on his way here he ended up stumbling again and slamming multiple limbs against rocks and branches.
He was sore, very sore. Luckily he wasn't bleeding, but the arm that was burned was hurting and he was bruised pretty badly, but he forced himself to go to his place, because it was the only place he could re
Death's MessengerThe Grim Reaper?Death's Messenger5 years ago in Settings More Like This
You want to know a little something about the Reaper, something about his job? Alright, I'll tell you about him.
The Grim Reaper is a Marine sniper team's third man, watching over the men that are supposed to live while they help Grim punch the tickets of the targets. He rests by the scout-sniper's spotter, using a spotting scope to watch the carnage, helping the spotter pick the most essential targets for the sniper to remove from the Earth.
You people think Ol' Grim only is around the dead, or those that deserve to die, but you'd be wrong.
Ol' Grim is with you, as well, every minute of your little life. How? Why?
Everyone on the Earth has a 99-percent chance of dying everyday. You, your family, your friends, nobody is excluded. Nobody.
It's not something everyone knows either. They just go on about their lives.
A pedestrian in New York City walks out into the intersection on his green; he could have a garbage truck slam into him.
A bush pilot in Australia or Africa f
Different Eyes Chapter 15Different Eyes Chapter 152 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur found himself in the crowded streets of Camelot, the people milling around him in sweeps of skirts and rustles of tunic shirts. It was a normal day and he frowned in concentration, while he was aware – now – how unobservant he could be, he couldn't figure out what was so important about a regular day in the streets of Camelot.
People where buying produce and trinkets from street venders, dressed in their everyday clothes, dresses and tunics and hooded cloaks – wait, he turned his attention from the rest, zeroing in on the two cloaked figures, one smaller, clothed in a distinctive turquoise, Arthur watched, feeling his stomach sink.
Because this was the boy he'd rescued, this was the one he'd betrayed in the worst way, killing his love – despite it being necessary - knowing how it would feel if someone had killed his Guinevere, the gut deep revulsion such a thought brought.
He watched as they approached the stall and he watched as the man called the guards
Red MageDraw your swordRed Mage10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And face your foe
Cast the spells
So well you know
Bring up the stone
To block an attack
And enhance your sword
To fight back
The power of the elements
Are at your call
Earth, water, and windů
You have them all
Spikes surround you
Fire, ice, and shock
So when your hit
Strength it will knock
Fire will burn
And ice will freeze
Lightning will stun
With great ease
Once or twice
Ridding him of his magic
It is rather nice
So swing your sword
You are a fighter and a sage
Draw the enemies blood
For you, are a Red Mage
End of the World?"End of the world?" Richard looked up from his newspaper. "Bollocks! The world will always be here. What you really mean is it's the end of humanity!"End of the World?5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dumping the paper down on the curb next to him he got to his feet. "If the crazies with shotguns or the blasted zombies don't get us all, this waiting will! I say lets go out with a little style! What d'ya think, Mertle? Shotgun or chainsaw?"
Unfortunately for Richard, the voice he heard answer him was nothing beyond his own mind because Mertle was in fact, an old microwave sitting on the street, with a smile drawn on her glass face in bright red lipstick.
"You're right! Let's take both!"
Missing him.Missing him.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you comfort me so?
And never let me go?
Full of tears you hold me so
Youre gentle hands hold me close.
When all hell breaks out
When I feel like its going out of control.
Here I come running.
Full of tears and runs in your arms
Somehow, someway you save me.
Helping mefrom sadness and depression taking over me
You say Im innocent and perfect in your eyes.
Im really not, just a twisted, emotional girl.
You always tell me you dont want to see me in pain.
You cant take pain built for two
Ill take all the pain for you.
I really mean it; Ill do it just for you.
I want to help you
Ill always offer you my hand to you.
Ill help you up, Id go to hell and back with you.
I hope Im seen even when theres fangirls hoarding you.
Wanting you to be theres.
Our friendship, relationship is a thousand time deeper.
I love you so God damn much,
Thinking about you, wondering what are you up to.
Wondering if you miss me
Liar, LiarLiar, liar, heart on fireLiar, Liar10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hanging by the steeple spire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
Do you think you've had enough?
Liar, liar, flesh on fire
Crushed beneath a semi tire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
Tell us when you've had enough
Liar, liar, skull on fire
Killed with a piano wire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
We'll decide when you have had enough
Liar, liar, corpse on fire
Murdered by our vengeful ire
You lived a lie, we called your bluff
You're dead; I'd say you've had enough
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been