Amy's MittensAmy has colorful mittensAmy's Mittens7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I had Amy's colorful mittens
If I had those colorful mittens
I could be free
But I'm not colorful
I'm not free
I'm only me
And my mittens are green
But I like my mittens
And I like me
But I sure like Amy's mittens
But I can be happy with my own
My green mittens
Amy flaunts her happy mittens
Amy is so free.
ChampionsThere are four classes of Champions. The general, the ones everyone knows about, the focused, like the Champions of Fire, Ice, or Death, they control one aspect of the world, but the control it absolutely. They are often thought of as the spear heads, pointed and as sharp as they are numerous. Then there are the so called 'Back Room' Champions, like the Champions of Sight or Knowledge. These have no power to fight, but have incredible perception. Sight can 'see' anything no matter where it is or where she is. Knowledge knows everything, but knowing the ultimate end of everything broke his mind, and he retreated into darkness never to be seenChampions6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Bloody SevenTen years ago someone summoned the prince of hell. No one really knows who did it, or why. Everyone seems to blame each other. Christians blame Satanists, Muslims blame Jewish, and governments blame each other. The one thing that everyone seems to agree on, is that he has to be stopped.The Bloody Seven6 years ago in Horror More Like This
He took power swiftly, the first thing he did was summon himself twelve lieutenants, or apostles. Each of a different demon race, each as terrible as the next, together they tore a bloody path through the world. The prince was summoned in America, or at least that was where he started. He and his apostles announced themselves to the world in time square. Th
The Light of VengeanceThe Light of Vengeance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Light of Vengeance
The sun comes out,
But it's still dark.
But I'm still cold.
Alone in the darkness,
In the cold emptiness of my soul
There shines but one light;
The light of vengeance.
With each step,
This light grows stronger.
I bruise and bleed
But feel naught.
I pull my blade from its sheath.
A protection I never had.
It slices through the air
And through his skin.
I am surrounded by light
It envelopes me in warmth,
As does the blood that cloaks me.
The sun has come out, and I welcome its radiance.
Enter VincentVincentEnter Vincent7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He just kept crying,
He hid it from her--
Because it let her keep smiling.
Together through death,
The ring was more than money,
She died tonight for love.
She wanted him to join--
Not the other side of him...
... Not the other side.
One left with her;
but it was neither of the two.
They both lost
And it tore them apart.
Her dreams blessed her
With the echo
Of his voice forever
And eternally wherever.
He's left and lost
He feels its his fault
For the gun in his top lock
It's not worth living--
But he can't touch a weapon
Except his hands.
When the other side reacts:
He feels bad..
He feels b
Sleeping BeautySleeping Beauty9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There once was a Queen and King,
Who had everything and they wound up in a mess,
The one thing that could make them happy,
Was to have a daughter they could make princess.
They always tried to have a child,
And they wished so often and so hard,
That there wish was heard by one,
Who could make it come true of see it barred.
Finally the child did come to them,
And they quickly prepared a grand feast,
And invited everybody from the kingdom,
Except for the one they adored the least.
The one wise woman was shut out,
But still she had no reason to sit still,
She wanted revenge on the King and Queen,
And so she had a plan she needed t
Chapter I: PenanceChapter I: Penance9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I was dead. However, my head throbbed maliciously. This must be what penance is, I thought bitterly. Living the last few moments of my life over again, and giving me time to think of my past sins before I departed for judgement. I could almost still feel the tears of the mourning skies pattering softly on my face, my hair matted to my forehead; I could almost still hear the clear whistle of the wind through the trees high above me, as gentle as the cool evening breeze. The rest of my body lay numb and confused. Where I could feel, I only felt the trickling warmth of my life's blood, escaping back to the merciless earth from whence it came.
Bait and GameBait and Game2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young priestess sighed whistfully at the iron kettle on the fire as she absently twirled a lock of her raven hair around her finger. She tried her best to look tranquil and innocent as the two horses shifted uneasily beside her; but inside her mind was anything but still. She was cursing the Ranger who had happened to find the expensive animals and who had also decided to simply walk off in the darkening twilight to leave D'anna sitting alone with them in their excessively well-lit camp. It was a situation she had seen many times already in the few short months the two had been travelling together so she understood it well enough even tho
MockingbirdThere once was a bird who could be heardMockingbird8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Singing every morning.
But for this fate, he was too late
To sing his sad, sad story.
It happened that the neighbor man
Was a crazed and dazed old loony
He took a sling-shot and with a grin shot
The bird while it was crooning.
For that night's supper it was no other
Than the morning's feathered friend
He swallowed it down without a sound
And then he went to bed.
But soon he felt a clawing, a gnawing,
That left his ears ringing
For if it was dead, as he had said,
Why was the bird still singing?
There once was a bird who could be heard
Singing every morning
And to this day they still sa
Sunchase - a raptor storySunchase - a raptor story8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Akilik! Kil, wake up!"
Akilik rolled on his stomach and pulled the pillow over his head with a groan. He would've kicked his brat of a little brother out of his room if it hadn't required getting up.
"Go away, Az. Too early."
"Nuh-uh. Mom says up."
The bed shifted slightly, and then a weight landed on the small of his back, nearly knocking the air out of his lungs. Two small hands reached up and snatched the pillow he was shielding his head with.
"No. Get off."
The newly commandeered pillow hit the back of his head with a muffled 'thump'.
"Have you forgotten what happens today?"
Akilik actually had to think ab
BoL Round 2 PrologueBoL Round 2 Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Best Friends Forever
"Typical," said Marcella. "Just fucking typical."
"Two pairs." Boady laid down her cards, not looking up.
"Full house," said Huck. Boady slid him a pile of chips with the tip of her tail, muttering to herself.
"I'm out there two hours busting my amazing ass for this stupid tournament even though I don't give a crispy crocodog crap and there is definitely a surplus of those around here, Caprice - and you assholes are playing cards."
"Hi, Miss Marcella!" said Caprice. "We're playing Texas!"
Marcella shoved her onto the floor and took her seat. "Go see what Kroon wants or something." She turned to Boady. "Deal m
First love, Only love Take me for a walk and pray for rainFirst love, Only love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pray that heavens' tears soak the earth with their beauty.
Let's get caught in the rain; stuck in a moment of glistening hapiness.
Let's kiss in the rain; showered under liquid diamonds.
Our lips will part, only to leave dampened smiles upon our faces.
The stars reflected in our eyes, even though days light still shines.
I'll close my eyes when you whisper in my ear , & quiver when you smooth the dew drops from my lashes with your lips.
A memory to hold tight; to clutch to my heart forever.
When you kiss me in the rain, and we fall in love all over again.
Dr. Wilber KravenDr. Wilber Kraven Dr. Wilber Kraven6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Actually its professor now I havent actually gone to any more schooling, they just gave it to me honorary. For the S.O.R.E.S.
Why did you build them?...
Why did I build what?
The S.O.R.E.S. do you know how many people would still be alive if you didnt
Do you know how many people would be dead?
What? You built a new weapon! Something that kills people! How would more people be dead if you had never built those abominations?!
The true purpose of a weapon is not really to kill It is
The Murderers and I Here I am, prisoned in this dark place, still shocked after seeing my wife's death.The Murderers and I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, I saw all of it: The knife on her neck, their laughters, her cries, the blood.
Oh God, the blood! I didn't even try to save her because I was too afraid.
I'm the worst husband in the world!
So, here I am, crying, crying, crying. Mourning for the loss that I could never get back.
What have we done to them for us to deserve this? Was this l
Grim -1-Chapter 1Grim -1-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My grandmother once told me about a place called Grim, a town she described with such detail, such daunting passion, that it chilled me down to the very core, even after my Grandmother had died. At the end of her story, as I sat in my bed huddled in blankets, my jade eyes wide with wonder and terror, a stifled laugh escaped her weak throat, "It's only a story, Cadence," she promised me as she tucked me into bed.
I trusted her with my entire heart, but I still had nightmares of skeletal animals drinking from slow-oozing rivers of grey sludge, the frightening hags, and worst of all, Crookshank, the ruler of Grim. As a child I had a
Feverland PrologueI sleep in a wardrobe.Feverland Prologue4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It's not as odd as it sounds. Ever since the Swift Deaths and the Great Roaring, most people sleep in odd places. Or what was once presumed to be odd. There is nothing odd anymore. To have the thick wooden door between me and what the world has become when I am most vulnerable is a great comfort, although I do not sleep well any more. In fact, sleep has never come easy to me. Or so my mother had once told me. She's dead now.
I was but a small child when the first Swift Death swept through the United Kingdom. It was reminiscent of the plague that had raged through Europe almost a thousand years before, except for the s
Quest of the Hero -Chapter 20The Fire Lord stood there. his glowing red eyes seemed to put fear into ones heart.Quest of the Hero -Chapter 206 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"ATTACK!" yelled Kratos.
Kratos ran at him slashed up and down all wile casting a spell w/ his left hand. Then he put his hand on the Fire Lord. A bright light the shimmered from his hand and the beast fell back. Azulen the ran up with her sword and slashed, as Nina was casting defensive spells. Kira the casted Intaglment but the Fire Lord burned away th vines.
"Wh-what?" asked Kira.
The Fire Lord used his dubble bladed sickle to shoot out a blast of fire at Kira. As Kira fell she grabbed the closest thing to her..... Sukasa. her arms were around him. Her
Quest of the Hero -Chapter 4Sukasa couldn't believe it! He was the Hero! He was the person who would save the world!Quest of the Hero -Chapter 46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Sukasa this is amazing!" said Lyda.
Sukasa didn't know what to say. He was so amazed and overjoyed. then He heard something. He noticed that the lylights heard it to. It was the sound of movement. It wasn't the villagers they wouldn't be back for a long time. Also if it were the villagers there would be loud talking, but this sound was alomost as if whatever was out there was trying to sneak in.
"Hehehe" chuckled one of the lylights. He had red hair that covered his eyes. His armor was different fro the other lylights. His armor was darker and unlike
Quest of the Hero -Chapter 1As Sukasa woke up he looked to the left side of his room were his brother, Kairo, slept. he saw that his brother was already up and out of bed. "he must be training with Kratos." mumbled Sukasa. Sukasa was a 12 year old boy with short white hair his. He had big Blue eyes. Sukasa reached for his brown hat. He always had his Hat with him. as sukasa ran down the simple wooden stairs, he was hopping his mother had some breakfast for him. As he looked in his kitchen he saw nothing. "aww man i always miss breakfast....... well i might as well go to Rai's house they always eat late" So Sukasa went out side. There he saw Kairo and Kratos training. "HQuest of the Hero -Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
goodbye...goodbye...8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
GOODBYE IS A PAINFUL THING TO SAY
he looked down at his shoes. they're dirty. the right one was untied. should he bend down to tie it? maybe he should, he tried to reason with himself; what if it tripped him in front of every single living thing in the airport and made him look stupid? stupid like a fox, heh. thanks homer.
he lifted his head and looked around. oh, the airport, he thought to himself. people walked to and fro, not caring about what's around them, almost as if they've lost their peripheral vision, but everything was clear to him, he can see every gesture, every move, hear every whisper, every noise, every shout of joy,
Marel FairhavenThe BasicsMarel Fairhaven2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name (& pronunciation): Marel Fairhaven (mɑɹEl)
Height: 6'7" (For size to mouse comparison)
Weight: 280 pounds last time he decided to weigh himself
Detailed Physical Description: Marel is a tank. Tall, large, and all muscle. Being former Military Marel has kept quite in shape over the years. His size, and natural armor make him quite the intimidating sight, as he towers over most others in the room, in both height and sheer bulk.
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Given Marel's size clothes are hard to come by in his size, especi
RefreshingWarm and invitingRefreshing6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A shower like no other
Try not to swallow
Prompt (Photo): Light RidersPrompt (Photo): Light Riders5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked down at the glittering network below and shifted on my board a little.
I looked sideways to see Fleka grinning at me, smile sharp as the night air. No, I wanted to say. No, I'm not ready. Please let me down. But I didn't want to seem scared in front of him, he who had brought me up here and bought me a board and was so eager to share this world with me. So I shrugged.
He rolled over to the edge of the platform, peering down at the distant lights. "A bit high up, I guess. But what's better for a first ride?"
A starting point closer to the ground, I wanted to say, but Fleka was giving me that crazy grin again, all teeth an
Prompt (Photo): GlassPrompt (Photo): Glass10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My back slammed into a hard, uneven surface. For a moment I braced myself against it, taking deep breaths, trying to orient myself. After a few moments I dared to open my eyes. Darkness met them.
That's okay, I told myself. They told you they didn't know the situation you'd be in. They told you they didn't know where you'd come out. And now that you're here, what do you do...?
Tentatively I stretched out my hands to either side of me. Almost immediately they encountered a smooth, cool surface. I pressed against it and it refused to give. Hard. Tentatively I rapped a knuckle against it. It made a short knocking noise. Still hard. Not like wo