My AngelMy Angel11 years ago in Teen More Like This
"watching me wanting me
i can feel you pull me down
saving me raping me
5:30 the alarm sounds..
Friday, time to get up and go off to school.
"meh… hmmph" he mumbles as he slowly rolls out of bed. Untangling the sheets from his body, he slowly stumbles toward the doorframe. Gripping for the doorknob his mind slow reboots. Realizing his hand has yet to grip anything he looks down only to realize and remember that he has no door, it is still laying in the garage alongside all the other personal affects of his. He stumbles into the hallway shuffling along until he bumps the bathroom door. He draws his breath in slowly as he turns on the lights and slowly raises his head to look at himself in the mirror. Standing only 5'9" in a lanky figure with untamed hair the boy studies himself, turning his head slowly from one side to the other he decides that he is in dire need of a shave but who will care if he just skips that and goes straight
Vampire VS Alchemist- chapter1 This is a Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic, and it's AU, but it may contain spoilers, so watch out. sorry for any OOCness as well.Vampire VS Alchemist- chapter17 years ago in Teen More Like This
I smiled up at the sky, hands in my pockets, with my short red and white jacket slung over my right shoulder, a small brown leather suitcase over my other. A weak, yet warm summer breeze caught my golden hair and blew it across my face. My smile faded a little in annoyance as I brushed it back. I rolled my shoulders gently, wincing as the automail port on my right shoulder rubbed against my skin; I needed to get it checked out urgently, so I was on my way to the Rockbells Automail surgery. I was looking forward to seeing Winry and Pinako; I hadnt seen either in a few months. And knowing my brother, hed be hanging around there too. God how I missed him, it almost hurt. I smiled as I came to the Rockbells gate, pushing it open with my foot. I looked down at the footpath, which was neat and tidy, considering a lot of people walked dow
They Traveled...They Traveled...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
93 Million Miles
To Dance for my Delight
In the Morning Mist...
Tonight, We Will Be TogetherEach day, I tend the sacred flames;Tonight, We Will Be Together9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the ritual no longer holds much meaning for me.
I burn only for him;
think only of him.
(my beloved Leander)
I whisper his name in smoke,
an incantation of longing and desire;
offering my blood in hopes that Aphrodite
will smile upon our secret; protect our fragile love.
Our eyes meet in the temple-
silent promises passing between us.
Furtively we touch fingers,
'Tonight' he whispers,
and my heart fills with a quiet joy,
my mind racing with anticipation.
My lover swims in the darkness,
across the vast Hellespont.
(muscles rippling powerfully,
I blush to think of what lies ahead)
I stand at the top of my tower,
my lamp his beacon.
I watch for him,
filled with a longing so deep;
I feel it must consume me.
When he climbs onto shore,
I race down to meet him,
and we fall together onto the sand...
The gentle winds move restlessly over us,
as we love each other
under the watchful skies;
whispering words of devotion.
It Has Come To ThisIt has come to thisIt Has Come To This9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Broken only by the reverberating
Beats of a dead
We used to spend hours
On the phone
And spend hours
Looking for a phone
When it wasn't available
We spend hours sitting back to back
Without uttering a single syllable
Isn't it ironic? Because I know
We both have alot to say
I'd give both arms and legs
Stand forever in the cold rain
With nothing but the skin on my bones
If it could bring me back to you
It has come to that
Spoken slowly by the exonerating
Distance that we've
We used to spend hours
Laying side by side
One under the other
Without a single word said
And yet in that silenc
Dwemeris, A Study (Elderscrolls Dwarvish)Hello, my fellow Elder Scrolls enthusiasts! For my next installment in language study series, I give you Dwemeris! The language of the reclusive, subterranean Dwemer!Dwemeris, A Study (Elderscrolls Dwarvish)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
The only usable source (only comprehensible source) of written text is the Calcelmo’s Stone in Markarth (Appears in Skyrim). The tablet is marvelous find! This is the tablet in English alphabets…
(If you are just here for the phrases I have made, scroll to the very bottom of the page)
ye sa sou meldi calne tarn va molagnensaliye trumbi nou bala
ilpen av sou meldi nagaiale as guntumnia spantelepelaelia arani morae
ye sou liebali racurane ye nu rautane sye ye nu hautalle nou buroi
gune sou gravuloi sa metane sye garlis frey as gondra doemera tarcel
lane sou agea silya nu hecta sou arcten rias nu nemalanta ge nu hecta sou epe
gandra rias ne nemelauta ge nu frey sepe sye arcta varlor denai
cullei noue sta
Let the Flames Begin prt.13*Ryan*Let the Flames Begin prt.137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A week and a half has passed since the press frenzy went about. The love of my life and I have been on dates, proper ones. Rhea has seen me practice with the band. She even practiced her fangirl side with us, which is so adorable. I saw her practice with Fall Out Boy too. It was fun, actually. I never got nervous in performing before, let alone our practices, since I've been doing it half of my life. I don't know how, but she makes me feel vulnerable. But I have to show her that I am strong to be her other half. Her on the other hand was flawless. She says as long as I'm there, she's trying to impress me. It worked. Now, I'm thinking of something special we'd share when we all start touring. It's in two days, the kick-off party. Rhea and FOB are gonna perform songs from An Evening Out With Your Girlfriend up to IOH. It amazes me that she can handle all that. Anyway something to share? I guess I could-
"Ryan! Get your bum outta here." Brendon shouted from our room. "
The Lios AlfarWe are the shining ones. Made by the goddess to be stars in the night, to make her first children less lonely.The Lios Alfar9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are the sun on the water, the song in the trees. We are the laughter in the meadows, the white sails on the sea.
We are the crystal bells on the saddles, the singing blades in the air. We are the glass hooves on the stones, the riders ever fair.
We are the dancers in moonlight, the harpists of gold. We are the flowers by the marshes, those without care.
We are the crossers of the ocean; souls ever searching, ever finding, guided by the Weaver's hand. We are the enemies of the hating dark, our name is that of Light.
We are the friends of children, ever beautiful are they. We are festive in the hills and the mountains, we are the maker of the circles.
We are the hunt, and the ride. We are the caretakers of the sword, friends to The Warrior.
We are the shining ones, The Lios Alfar.
~Inspired by them.
The Scientist and the QuincyWorld of the living; 7:48pmThe Scientist and the Quincy6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The hollow vanished as the blue arrow plunged into it. Another one down. There had been a lot more hollow than normal this evening. And no sign of a shinigami, not even Kurosaki Ichigo was around. He paused for a moment, his cape fluttering slightly in the breeze. He pushed his glasses up. The weather had been usually cold and windy recently. The streets were deserted; no one wanted to be out in the bitter wind. Uryuu mentally thank the gods he had his Quincy uniform on. It was warm, comfortable and made him look cool.
A hollow... More powerful than the others he had fought... East, most probably in the woods. He jumped up onto a building roof and used hirenkyaku, jumping from roof to roof faster than the humans could see. He reached the edge of the forest, realizing just how deep he would have to go to find the hollow. He landed silently and carefully on the hard earth approaching the first line of trees. T
.Scorned Angel....Help me....Scorned Angel.8 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm locked in this place. Tormented and alone. With my head lulling against the soft white fabric of the walls. I'm listening to the screaming coming from the other rooms. The sounds of anguish, hate and lunacy.
I don't want to stay here. Not in this place. Not with these people. They think I'm mad, crazy. But I know that's not true. They are the crazy one's here. Not me.
...Don't judge me...
Just set be free. I promise I'll be a good boy. No more killing, no more raping. No more death at my hands. But please, please. Get me out of here, let me go. I swear I'll change.
...Don't keep me here...
In this crazy place, with the needles. The injections, the pills and the happy, shiny blinding white lights. With the jackets that fit so snugly, and make you hug yourself forever..
..You can't bind me..
Don't you know who I am? You can't keep me here. Me, an Angel of heaven. With my soot black wings, and devilish charm. Ah, but you t
A Tragedy in a Single Act Ukitake knows he shouldn't drink--not from the good bottle, not in the dully silent hours past midnight, and most certainly not alone, for there will be no guiding hand to purvey sweet sanctuary from this ritual nightmare.A Tragedy in a Single Act6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inevitably, as the chokoi slips from his fingers, the night crumbles around him.
The familiar late-night candlelight flickering about the 13th Division office warps and blurs in his peripheral, edges inching and creeping, vision clouding until he is drowning in the lustered, velvet darkness that engulfs from all sides. And, quick as he can blink back the solitary, cautionary tear of ill-boding premonition, he is absorbed again, again--into that sad little moon-swept tableau from all those midnights ago.
As the world of a thousand dreams solidifies around him, so do the remnant physical sensations, tangible
A SkylightWhat do you call a skylightA Skylight6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep is hard work.
Read my dreams,
and youll know...
TearsChapter 1Tears7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Juushiro Ukitake sighed as he sat up from his bed. He really did not want to get up and face all the grim faces, especially Rukias. He felt awful, like he wanted to throw up. Had he not sent out Miyako Shiba both of them would be here still. Miyakos death would have been hard to deal with but Kaien's was even harder because of the way he died. Not by a Hollow but by another soul reaper. It had only been a few days after his death and he missed Kaien terribly. 'Probably not as much as Rukia though, he thought. Rukia must be horrified at what she had to do. I should go see how she is doing. He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. He put on his black shirt and pants and thought about the over shirt that bore the 13th squad symbol showing him as a captain. He decided not to wear it. His body felt heavy enough as it was anyways, he didnt want anything else weighing it down.
He walked outside into the gloomy morning and looked
Gift for Wolf-ReflectionsLay upon the grassGift for Wolf-Reflections10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look unto the sky
Let the air flow past
Feel it, cool and dry
Look upon the leaf
Blowing from the tree
Think not upon grief
But on being free
Soar above the earth
Soul upon the air
Think not of your worth
Or your load to bear
Be consumed with love
Ever perfect love
Think upon the chains
Broken from your wrists
Think not of the pains
They will not be missed
Dwell upon the peace
And upon the calm
All the strife that ceased
With life's healing balm
Let your voice be free
Up where you belong
Look above and see
Sing your wond'rous song
Be consumed with love
Ever perfect love
..:Unspoken:..Sometimes you will just have to speak what's on you mind,..:Unspoken:..8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Speak the words out loud,
So you won't left behind...
To know your goal and stand in life,
To know what you are,
So the feelings won't cut you like a knife....
The feelings unspoken,
The chains unbroken,
The emptyness inside,
The darkness were you can hide...
But all means nothing,
and will crush you slowly,
But if you desided to do something,
Your life will start and you won't be so lonely...
So when you deside to stand up,
Go with life and your thoughts,
If you reach to your goal,
To close your eyes just one more time,
So you could have piece with your soul.
Find My True SelfFind My True Self8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to be mad,
I don't want to be sad.
I just want to be me,
Were did she go?
when did she leave me?
Can you give me the answer,
Where can I find her?
I don't want to be this person anymore.
I just want to live,
Want to walk through that door,
and you will forgive,
and you will believe.
Will you trust me?
Becomming the girl I used to be?
It will be like it was,
Like is was before.
So don't you worry,
And just trust me a little more...
RealisationRealisation10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kuchiki Byakuya, being several thousand years old, spent a lot of his time thinking. After all, when one has centuries at one's disposal, one need not be hasty in one's decisions either. Therefore, it was in one of these concentrated meditation periods in which he was interrupted by the sound of someone choking. Opening his eyes and rising from his stone seat, Byakuya glanced around the peaceful garden.
Low bridges led from one area of the garden to another, leaving the plants untouched. Stepping up onto a ramp leading onto a particular bridge, the shinigami approached a certain taichou of the Gotei 13 who had moved on from choking, and seemed to be violently coughing over the side of the bridge whilst treating the rail to a strangling death grip. Without a word, the man shook his head slightly, and walked up behind Ukitake Juushiro. Pausing and surveying the other for a moment, he then raised his hands and neatly swept back the long hair out of the way.
The other taichou did not seem
11 Tips for Writing Humor and Parody11 Tips for Writing Humor and Parody11 Tips for Writing Humor and Parody3 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Genres” – Section 9 “Humor and Parody”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Humor and Parody are of the most beloved in story genres, and yet are also two that are of the most difficult to accomplish. There are a number of factors—ranging from how a story is composed, to the many types of humor that exist, to the particularities of what people find funny—that make this such a difficult genre. Today, I'm going to give you some tips for making your humorous story a success. Please note that I will try to avoid the word “Comedy,” simply because I do not want it to become a source of confusion, as I have used it to describe the type of story that is opposite of Tragedy.
Tip 1: There must be a genuine story with genuine character
I'm More Than ThatI'm More Than That11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sick of being judged because of my past,
I'm sick of feeling like an outcast.
I wish people could like me for what I've become,
Instead of judging me by what I've done.
I wish they could just see,
The on going pain inside of me.
They act like I'm nothing in their eyes,
I can see behind their selfish lies.
Why can't they give me their trust,
I'm about to just self combust.
They act like they've never dealt with this before,
I'm so upset, I just can't take it any more.
Why can't you like me for who I am,
Instead of who I used to be.
I don't think you'll ever know,
I just wish you could see.
Dry BonesSometimes I replenish my whiskey bottles with waterDry Bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And swirl it around. I drink up
To make sure I didn’t miss a single drop of that alcohol.
Diluted or not, I ache for it.
But not as much as I ache for you.
I would rinse you out and sip all of your insides.
Then I would drag your skeleton out of your skin.
Help me. Worm your way free.
I would jumble our bones together. Mix us up.
Not so we would be two with replaced bones.
No, I want us to have four arms, four legs. I want,
I want us to have two heads and a long twisted spine
Of vertebrate upon vertebrate.
I want us to clank out hollow sounds
When we come rambling along.
Our ribcages would be split and spread.
No longer cages, but wings of rib bones.
Your hips would jut against mine
And our fingers would intertwine.
Our skin would not go to waste,
Instead, we would tear them to shreds
And weave them together.
We could nest on them.
With all our empty bottles.
The Master Chief FactsThe Master Chief Facts9 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Master Chief Facts
- The number 117 isn't just Master Chief's identification, it's the length of his penis... in yards.
- There is no energy shield. Projectiles just stop before hitting the Chief.
- Master Chief doesn't need weapons to kill things, the weapons need Master Chief
- The Spartan Mark V armor actually broke because it couldn't contain Master Chief's awesomeness.
- If the marines just stay out of his way, Master Chief can finish the entire Halo story before you can say 'Halo'.
- The Chief did scare some Elites. So much that even their armor colors turned white, that's why there are white armored Elites.
- Microsoft doesn't own Master Chief. On the contrary, the Master Chief owns Microsoft.
- Master Chief's voice has the power to give women orgasms. The helmet he wears merely keeps that from happening.
- There are no Hackers, Modders, Glitchers, and Cheaters. You losers were playing against the Master Chief and he's a better player than you.
- Gordon Freeman sleeps in Mas
Three-Act Outline Template6 Steps to Compiling Your Novel's Three-Act OutlineThree-Act Outline Template5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Creating a Plot” – Section 2 “Compiling a Three-Act Outline”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Part 2 of 2
Joseph Blake Parker's Very Original and Super Complex Three-Act Outline Template
(Not really—this is all standard and basic stuff with no original thought other than my self-indulgent title, and the explanations. I honestly only made this because I couldn't find one online to share with you peeps, and didn't want to mess up the structure of my article by adding it there. Obsessive Compulsive Personality moment, I guess. Please keep in mind that there are many theories as to a proper Three-Act Structure; this one is just a hybrid of all the things I thought most comprehensive.)
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