Secret LoverSecret Lover4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I shouldn't love her; she's supposed to be my enemy. But then I see that smile grace her beautiful pixie face and my heart pounds with admiration and love.
My head screams at me 'She's in league with Morgana, she must be evil' but then, when we're alone together my heart aches with the longing to stay with her forever.
If anyone from Camelot found out about our love; we would be burnt at the stake. But even that price I would gladly pay. She's not like Freya, completely different. She's a fighter; I bet that she could take on Arthur in a fight and win. She's fearless and bold and she'll fight for what's right.
Did I mention she has magic? She's so powerful and since I've become her mentor, her magic has grown; like a seed blooming into a sweet, intoxicating flower.
I can imagine a life with her; I've seen it so many times and cannot wait for the chance for my wish to be fulfilled, me and her, with the cutest infant you will ever see; cradled in her mother's
Emily LennonEmily Lennon4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a Saturday night and Emily, was of course, sitting in front of the TV. Her favorite program was on, Saturday Night Live. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized it was another lonely night, without John. The lads had been on tour. She missed her silly mop topped man. She grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. It seems as though the usually hilarious show wasn't working at all. Tears started to roll and she wondered how many more nights John was going to be away. The tour was supposed to be over two weeks ago. But you know, weather, fans, things just happen.
The next thing Emily knew was that it was 3:00 in the morning, and she had fallen asleep on the couch. She got up and turned off the TV and headed into her bedroom, crawling into bed. Despite her recent sleepiness, She just couldn't fall asleep. She thought about John calling her Em. He always called her Em. Then she thought of his laugh. She just couldn't sleep. Emily gave up. She crawled out of bed and went into the
Missing the BrokenMissing the Broken3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I miss you.
I miss the way you put your arm around me. It annoyed me a bit but I soon accepted it .
I miss your warmth that you kept at my side...now it is just bitterly cold.
You didn't want try this far away relationship. So you lost hope.
When I learned this I broke down crying. Clenching on to my friend.
She brought as much comfort as possible but it wasn't enough.
Now I have found out you have an other lover, Who you sound to love more than ever.
Now I am pretending like it doesn't matter..but you will never know how much you mean to me.
You never will see me cry that way again...I hope your happy with her.
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
Your last steps seemed to echo
While I watched you walk away
You're leaving me in our love's shadow
And all I can feel is a piece of me break away
The shock starts to sink in
Every pore is conquered
A fissure begins within
I'm torn asunder
Liquid memories drip from my face
My heart will always remember this kind of pain
The love that was shown on this day will remain in vain
I didn't know how much passion could weigh
Or the damage it could do when it betrays
Fused with the words that I never even wanted to say
Compassionless by nature / A lonesome torture
Unloved by liars / Sought by manipulators
Breathing in shards / Tearing out hearts
Caught off-guard / Soul is scarred
The regrets won't let me breathe
The thick tears protect me from what I don't want to see
This fresh wound over my chest is where your place used to be
Pathetically rooted by my knees
I reach for you through the debris
Even though there's no one who can salvage me
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
An Emergence 7: MachinationAn Emergence 7: Machination8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from "An Emergence 6 : Parting"
Shirakume is Sesshoumaru's mother's name that I use in this story.
Meidouseki: is the stone entrusted to Sessmom by Inupop for Meidouzangetsuha's improvement (and a challenge for Sesshoumaru) Reference: Inuyasha Manga Chapter 467-471 (Meikai arc) I have included this element into my story.
An Emergence 7: "Machination"
It was near daybreak.
The blue torch flames that lit up Shirakume's palace faded as the darkness of the night began to yield to the approaching light.
Two of Kureha's apparitions were moving through the palace, carrying large caskets belonging to their mistress.
They glided through the long outdoor passageway between the wings of the palace, then entered into the dimly lit hallway of the next building.
Suddenly, they both halted.
Sesshoumaru stood in their way. &
Character Survey: SywynCharacter Survey: Sywyn4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Sywyn Nym'el [sai-ween neem-el], originally Sywynel Nym [sai-ween-el neem]. No surname known.
MEANING: Sywyn = The-one-who-walks/walker, El = under, Nym = Sun-and-Moons/sky.
NICKNAME: got many of them during his life, but the one which stuck on him the most is Vor'Ard'Ves, literally "the one who can ride the wind"... he got this nickname during the wars in the Westland, from the people of the desert; now almost everyone knows him with this nickname, the Windrider.
ACTUAL AGE: no one knows his real age as he never answered to this question, but just the fact that he took part to the wars in the Westlands makes him older than 400 years for sure.
RESIDENCE: no one, he's mostly an outcast.
AGE APPEARANCE: late 20/early 30
SPECIES: Edhel'nar, (light elf)
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: straight
MARITAL STATUS: single
KIDS: some around the world, he only knows for sure about a couple of them (one of which is also dead)
OCCUPATION: freelance worker (read = mercenary)
An Emergence 1An Emergence 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Following is a short list of ideas and premise used in this story. Please read it before starting on the story. It will make more sense.
Sesshoumaru and Kureha had studied together since they were children.
Kureha's mother and Inu no Taishou had an alliance against a foreign youkai invasion, and since then their kin kept their alliance.
Kureha was entrusted to Sesshoumaru's mother while she received lessons from sages gathered at Sesshoumaru's mother's palace.
They met every few years, and Kureha stayed about half a year each time.
Kureha's Orochi (Great Serpent) clan and Sesshoumaru's Inu Daiyoukai have different customs and social structure.
Youkai do not have convention of marriage.
In my universe, Inupop was an absent father. He did not live with Sessmom, and he visited Sessmom and Sesshoumaru from time to time, occasionally giving Sesshoumaru lessons when he was around. (as seen in Y
An Emergence 10: ConnectionAn Emergence 10: Connection7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 9: Waiting
An Emergence 10: Connection
Hakage sat in front of Sesshoumaru with her back as straight and rigid as one of stone pillars.
"...You...require my assistance?" She did not hide her astonishment.
"You understand what that means." Sesshoumaru watched her intently.
"I cannot let you inside of the Matriarch's chamber. You must stay at the guest's palace this evening." Hakage answered decisively.
She was afraid to anger him, however, it was not something she could allow herself to do. Even if they tried, Kuchinagimaru's presence would surely escalate such attempt into a disastrous situation. She was not confident about escaping the astute Lord of the Orochi's notice, even with Sesshoumaru's effort. Still, she felt sympathetic to his wish.
Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of my bicep. I hate my life. So fucking much. Why didn't he just get it over with and kill me? No. Instead, he makes me suffer. That stupid lying bitch makes me suffer like... Like... Like a kicked kitten.
Actually, I was kicked. Not a kitten, but I was kicked. My right side actually was pulsing and cringing itself with pain, along my ribcage. How did I not
Ode to Verlaine.Drop by dropOde to Verlaine.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly starts a flood,
Tear by tear
Washes out the blood.
Somewhere near by,
There's a blossom growing,
Fragile and tiny,
And yet the whole world
At its feet is bowing,
A child's toy
At the moment, bringing us joy,
All red and shiny.
The warmth of a flame,
Or a soul filled with blame
A bitter taste is what then scatters
It's not the colour, but the hue that matters.
Kaplja za kapljo
Dol z roba polzi,
Solza za solzo
Izpira barvo rdečo kot kri.
Nedaleč proč nekje raste cvet,
Droben in neen,
A večji kot svet,
Se sveti rdeče,
Prinaa nam sreče,
Četudi občutek je le been.
Ogenj, ob katerem je vedno toplina,
Ali pa dua, kjer je samo praznina,
Za sabo puča le okus nam grenek.
Ne barva, vaen je odtenek.
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru: Ch. 5The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru: Ch. 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One evening, not too long after she began her journeys as her own mistress, Rin came over a small rise to discover the remains of a small village, its humble homes nothing but burning embers.
"Rin-sama," Jaken said hastily, "This is of no concern to you. There is nothing to be done here. We will find another road. Let us leave this sadness behind us."
Rin did not move an inch; she stood still as a stone, her face slowly growing pale. "It was just like this in my own village... the day my parents were killed." Her left hand sought out the hilt of Bakusaiga, and she grasped it so hard that her knuckles turned white. "Bandits," she said through clenched teeth. "I hate them. I hate them more than anything else."
"Rin." Sesshomaru's voice entered her thoughts; he could sense her anger, and his words came gently. "I hear only the weeping of children, and I smell only blood and death."
Without really looking where she was going, Rin ha
Gottah Secret -Literature-Gottah Secret -Literature-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arina turned slowly, to face the man who she had been walking beside, the man she gave her heart to; the man she loved.
"Got a secret...can you keep it?"
Ash stopped, and turned all the same, to face the much smaller hunter. "Well-"
"Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it, in your pocket..." Arina looked down, her hair covering over her eyes. Ash watched, confused, but listening to the words that were being handed to him.
Arina immediately looked back up, and into his eyes-
"Taking this one to the grave...If I show you, then I know you, wont tell what I said..."
Ash held his breath.
Arina smirked, "Cause two can keep a secret. If one of them is dead." she let one of her hands grab Ash's. Ash flinched, let out a nervous chuckle, nodded his head and they continued on their walk.
"Y-you can tell me..."
Aldous grinned, the smile plastered across his face crookedly. He flicked his eyes around the room, then blinked and looked to Arina, who had her eyes narrowed at him darkly.
Sesshomaru Loves RinRin, Lord Sesshomaru whispered as his crafty golden eyes fondly observed his ward repeatedly stab her short pike into the gentle river current for defenseless fish. Ah-Un, the two-headed dragon steed, tagged alongside her like a loyal watchdog. It was early spring and the cherry blossoms were already carelessly twirling in the cool breeze, their sweet fragrance intoxicating. Secretly, he loved spring above all seasons because it was a time of new beginnings and rebirth.Sesshomaru Loves Rin8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nowadays with the fall of Naraku, the dog demon had developed several secrets and appreciation for the world itself. He claimed he journeyed with his small posse in a search for the few remaining Shikon Jewel shards scattered across Japan, but truthfully he enjoyed just adventuring with his companions, Jaken, Kohaku, and especially Rin. Earlier this morning, before sunrise, Jaken and Kohaku had ventured ahead to forerun Sesshomarus arrival to the Fujioka domain where Inuyasha presided as the daimyo.
Slender Man ComesSlender Man ComesSlender Man Comes5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You hear the whispers of his name
Like something secret and profane
The stories of him told to young
Of those unfortunate to have met him
When he comes
He comes out from amongst the trees
Bringing horror to those that see
A man, yet strange and grotesquely tall
A kind of man who shouldn't exist at all
Arms and legs long and limber
To leave your body, high in the timber
A face devoid of any features
Simple yet horrifying is this creature
No one knows from where came
Or where he will appear again
His stride is quick so you can run
But chances are your life is done
His coming is heralded by a fog
Children laughing, barking dogs
He comes to only those whom believe
So for your sake, you best not give heed
Some say he's existed, since time began
Others say, he's the ghost of a murderous man
Some say he came from the stars
Others from a dimension that is not ours
No one knows and no one cares
All they know is that he's there
His name is simple and so plain
But, his presence
Un nuevo amanecerUn nuevo amanecer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Escapar de aquello a lo que tenemos miedo...
¿Es la única solución de todo?
Dejar todo lo que conseguimos para avanzar...
¿Acaso abandonar los logros pasados es avance en el presente?
Ya no se puede distinguir la mentira y la maldad de la propia realidad.
¿Aún nos asustamos de no ser aceptados por la sociedad?
¿Vamos a ganar algo bueno con ellas?
Reflexiones con respuestas obvias y difusas a la vez.
Pisando firmamente el suelo elevo la cabeza:
siento cómo el aire ondea mis cabellos
y alzo las manos al cielo.
Elevo los talones y extiendo los brazos:
lo noto, el corazón palpita...
Tiene hambre de verdad.
Me preguntaste si seguirles era lo mejor,
me suplicaste consejo ante el alúd de malas críticas.
Te pregunté si querías mirar las cosas de otra manera,
te supliqué tu permanencia.
¡Basta ya de chantajes, somos almas libres!
Lucharemos por lo que es nuestro,
ningún paso en vano, sin mirar
Sesshomaru's TearsI do not dream nor sleep; I only lay beside her... protection is what I give to her fragile tiny body. The thought of the warmth she brings to my innards disappearing, renders me motionless.Sesshomaru's Tears8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She sleeps upon my mane, now as I tend to the fire. The cold brisk winds that seem to pass right through me, bring the feelings of loneliness... I put out the fire for the night as it is a warm summer one.
The girl sighs in her sleep as her back bobs up and down in breathe. The imp sleeps against a near by tree, Jintojo resting against his shoulder. The mighty Lord stands watch, he gazes across the open field, and as he makes his way to the girl he stops. The warmth of her scent carried by the breeze reaches him in an instant, softly caressing him. Twisted memories circle his mind as he gazes upon the sleeping child. His arm prickles as the hair begins to stand up. The back of his scalp tingles as he looks down upon on her. He takes in a deep breathe as he lets out a small s
Grow UpSo what, she's gayGrow Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just leave her alone
She is human
Like you and me
She is still the same person
You knew and spoke to before
She just told you a secret
She thought a friend should know
She trusted you
Well not anymore
When she got the courage to tell you
You let her down
And treat her as if she's nobody anymore
Why can't you just understand?
It's perfectly normal
And okay to be gay
It's not a disease
It's just a part of life
I hope she knows
I'm still by her side
And like her for who she is
She is my sister
That is all that matters
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 6The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 68 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rin's adventures were many, and what few of them are known are told elsewhere. Her name was not spoken often, but when it was spoken, it was with reverence. She did many mighty deeds, but asked nothing for them in return, not even thanks. There was the time that she obliterated an entire youkai army, single-handedly, in just one night. And then there was the time that she saved a large coastal settlement from an onrushing tsunami...
It was a terrible and beautiful sight: A slender woman standing alone on a high promontory over the seacoast, her hair blowing in the wind, a naked sword outstretched in each hand. Bakusaiga, the soul-sword of Sesshomaru, blazing with red and green tongues of supernal fire; Tenseiga, the sword of life, its mystical lighting cleaving the heavens and dancing along its blade; and above her head, a great whirling vortex of human and youkai energy, as her spirit and her guardian's danced and sparked toget
Sesshomaru's Feudal FairytaleSesshomarus Feudal FairytaleSesshomaru's Feudal Fairytale7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Go. To. Sleep.
No, Master Jaken! Tell me a story! Every night one of my parents used to tell me a bedtime story, but now they cant cause they died and now I have no one and you wont even try to
All right! All right! You insufferable pest! Ill tell you a story if itll shut you up!
Ahem, once upon a time
Oh, will there be demons and princesses and samurai and
And do you want to hear this or not?
Yeah, sorry, go.
Ahh once upon a
Why do they always start that way? Stories, I mean. Why do they always start with once upon a time? Whats that mean?
It means it happened a long time ago.
Why? Why does it have to happen a long time ago? Why cant it happen now?
I dont know!