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An Unlikely LoveAn Unlikely LoveAn Unlikely Love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every fangirl dreams of meeting her favorite idol
Having the chance to win their heart over
For many the dream remains a fantasy
But for one girl her dream is a reality
After a strange and bizzare turn of events
She now lives among a legion of dark entities
The life she once knew was now a mere memory
And a new chapter in her life has begun
Taking a deep risk and going out on a limb
She finlaly comes face to face with her idol
Their first meeting was awkward but exciting
Maybe the hero and his fan will get along?
After much time has passed and many tries later
His love for him has grown to new heig
Trade:Trio of HeroesA Trio of HeroesTrade:Trio of Heroes9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our team may not be glamorous
Nor is it infamous or legendary
But we each have something special inside
That sets us apart from all other teams
Our team is guided by a fox of speed and skill
His big heart and determination fuels his soul
His speed and agility help us out of every jam
No one can stop him or tame his free spirit
Flying high is her skill and speciality
Her skills are unmatched and no one can top her
She may be silent and scary to her enemies
But deep inside beats the heart of a great fighter
I may look weak but I am is far from helpless
My strength lies within my strong spirit and mind
When thing
fictional love.People always ask how I can love someone I’ve never met.fictional love.5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But I visit them in my dreams with every chance I get.
It seems everyone else I’ve come to love
Has abandoned me when they were needed most,
When I told them to look after my heart they left their post.
So it makes sense to leave my heart in the hands of a person who
Couldn’t possibly break it, to be in a relationship
In which I’d never have to truly commit.
They are there for you when others are not.
They help you forget those stupid lies you’d bought.
It’s so easy to fall in love when you don’t have to fear rejection.
You never have to w
Sea Salt Ice CreamIngredients:Sea Salt Ice Cream3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2 cups milk
2 eggs
1/3 cup sugar
Sea salt
1 cup cream
1 tsp vanilla
Blue food coloring
Popsicle molds
Directions:
Boil the milk over medium heat.
In two bowls, separate the egg whites & the yolks.
Break up the yolks & add sugar. Mix until smooth.
Add yolk & sugar mixture to the milk & cook on medium heat until thick. Do not boil!
Blend egg whites until firm & add the milk/yolk/sugar mixture. Mix.
Add sea salt to desired taste. Mix.
Refrigerate until cool.
Add cream & vanilla. Mix.
Add the food coloring until sky blue. Mix.
Put in popsicle molds & let freeze.
Living the LieLiving the Lie9 years ago in Open More Like This
Lies,
barriers we use to protect us,
the real us.
For we are fragile,
harmless things,
under the clothes and masks,
we put on everyday.
But some,
rely to heavily on these lies,
and it takes them,
and controls their thoughts,
lives,
and everything else.
Do you live the lie,
or has it taken you as well?
Rp with The Crimson AlchemistRp with The Crimson Alchemist3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Skye strolled into the trainstation. She was a little excited but nervous all the same. She had been asked by the furher to do a mission, before she was even state certafied. She had read the file and understood the mission fairly well. Capture the leader and the bomb specialist, kill the crazy dude, steal his blade. Gain control over leaders troupes. Seemed easy enough. Then turning the troups positive towards the state might be a problem though. She had been told she would have a 'special' companion on this mission. He or she would grade and or help her to complete it. She wondered who they would send, probably a state certafie
ShunnedThe sun beats down on me from the heavens, welcoming others into its warm embrace.Shunned7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It shuns me.
The laughter of children filter all around me as they prance along and play.
Not one aknowledges me.
In fact, they shun me as well.
The sun ceases to shed light on us, and is replaced with rain.
The other children run inside.
The water shuns them.
But not me.
The rain pulls me into a comforting embrace as I fall asleep, right there on the sidewalk.
I was sure the rain would protect me.
I do not awaken.
I think back on this moment, nearly thirty years later, about the time I fell into a coma.
They say children threw rocks at me as I sle
FF7: Worth ItWORTH ITFF7: Worth It3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Final Fantasy VII fanfiction
Written by Shadow-Mage-Evelyn 2010
A.N.-Wrote this after watching Crisis Core cutscenes for the umpteenth time. I love Zack and Cloud's bromance.
After awhile, Zack got really good at reading Cloud's moods.
Sure, the comatose young man didn't say anything, but he could tell when Cloud was in pain by the way the swirl of mako in his eyes whorled around violently and his breathing became ragged and harsh. When he was happy, his eyes glowed in a gently pulsating way and his breathing was calmer. Once in awhile the left corner of his mouth twitched-a laugh by Zack's estimation. Whenever Zack made a c
LOVELESS - Combined VersionLOVELESS - Combined Version4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
LOVELESS
The Prologue:
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end,
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar,
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting...
Act I:
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky.
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.
The Infinite mystery
The gift of the goddess is what the three men seek
But their fates are scattered by war
One becomes a hero, one wanders the land
And the last is taken prisoner
But the three are still bound by a solemn oath
To seek the answer together, once again
Act
Skye's History: prt 1Skye's History: prt 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bolded words are where his history picks up
A clean cut man made his way through the heavy doors of the tavern, standing out greatly from the rough crowd in its walls. He was tall, strong built, with auburn hair and bright green eyes. His ears held a slight pointed edge to them, and along with the light leather armor he wore, he would have stood out greatly amongst a crowd of beings such as yourself. No, the situation was quite the opposite, he was the most normal.
Around him demons brawled, some with bizarre, fantastic bright colored hair and eyes, others completely black and white from their skin to their eyes. They were either brawli
AxelA Warm SoulAxel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Gentle Touch
A Firey Glare To Break The Core Of Others
Inside Lost Emotions Burn
And Old Memories Trying To Fight Thier Way Through Your Fury
"Does The Past Mean Anything To You Anymore?"
Without HeartWithout Heart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Im standing here and cooking,
And out my window looking.
My cooking is an art,
But nothing without heart.
Cause that one thing that I look for,
Ive never had before.
Its very hard to find,
And puts me in a bind.
I just wish to enjoy my meal,
I just wish that i could feel.
Until I get it, it shall forever haunt,
Because a heart is all i want.
plss dun forget me.soon you'll leave,plss dun forget me.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i know you'll forget me.
dhat is dhe future, i believe,
but i'll have to wait and see.
i walk in your shadow,
crying tears in your footsteps,
filling dhe prints with my sorrow,
tears telling of how bad i'll miss you.
summer is like a temporary view,
of what it'll be like without you,
i miss seeing you and dhe sound of your voice,
dhis is my life, chosen not of my choice.
i'll love you always,
even when you're far way from me.
i hope i'll still hear from you,
but i'll probably become a forgotten memory.
My Destiny Is You . . .Fate has led me to your heartMy Destiny Is You . . .9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And fate will see us through.
Some things are written in the stars:
My destiny is you . . .
Your picture spoke a thousand words
And the moment I saw it I knew,
The way your eyes stared back at me,
My destiny is you . . .
The heat of your touch, the feel of your skin;
My heart grew wings and flew.
But it landed safe – right in your hands.
My destiny is you . . .
Our hearts have grown together
As so few ever do.
My hand was made to fit in yours,
My destiny is you . . .
I've always dreamed of Fairy Tales
But this one has come true.
You've granted every wish I've made.
My destiny is you . . .
Toge
-Drew Coni che-Name: Drew Coni'che-Drew Coni che-5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Age: 56,722
Status: Single
Family: ???
Race: Demon
Allignment: Darkness
Weapon: Claws
Demon race: The demon race is probably one of the more commonly known of the
creature races. Most likely this is due to their tendancy towards showing off
and causing great amounts of trouble. Unlike their angelic cousins, the demon race is often
up front and to the point, and prefer to go in and handle things themselves. (usually violent
or sometimes dumb, depending on which demon we talk about)
History: Well Drew doesnt talk much of her past, but she has only one thing she needs to
do, which is to gain once again the Sou
Yaoi OC - Christopher KingsleyYaoi OC - Christopher Kingsley2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Name: Christopher ("Chris") Kingsley
~Age: 17 years old
~Sex: Male
~Occupation: Highschool student by day/Male stripper by night
~Appearance: Just above shoulder length white-blond shaggy styled hair with black tips, bangs covering dark blue eyes; lean and muscular and around the height of 5'9 and a bit under 160 pounds.
~Biography: Born into a middle-class family, Chris is the youngest of four children (three older sisters), his parents are almost always working (Except for on vacations, birthdays, and holidays) and he never sees them in the morning when he wakes up, which makes it easy for him since his parents don't have a clue about
C.A.R. Chapter 3 Chapter 3C.A.R. Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ed sharply banged his automail fist against the chestnut wood door belonging to the house of Colonel Roy Mustang, Edward's lover. After a moment, the door was opened by a very disheveled, lazy, looking Roy. Ed wondered how this man who barked orders all around Central during the week, could act so different during the weekends. Roy rubbed his eyes in surprise and smiled.
"Edward-Kun… to what do I owe the pleasure? Or was my little princess simply longing for some Roy?" Ed's face flushed at the comment and he clenched his fist in anger of being called "princess".
"Roy-Kun… is that
CamelonWater ran through my cupped hands and fell in swirls and arches back into the stream as I stood on the bank, feeling the water lapping at my bare feet. I sighed moving forward into the lake, the cold water instantly soaking the hem of my thin dress. Nobody ever came to this lake so I wasn 't worried about privacy so I had only come in my nightgown which shown an ethereal white in the moonlight filtered by the trees. It was dark anyway, no one would be out this late unless they were lost or bandits. I wasn 't worried about that either. The lake was hidden well enough by trees and thicket too thick to penetrate unless you knew where the hiddenCamelon3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Author Looking For MotivationHello all!Author Looking For Motivation3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I am a writer of Prose. No offense to you Poetry people, but I just don't get it. Sure, I can read a piece of poetry, and I might be able to draw something from it, but on the whole it usually just confuses and aggravates me. So...yeah, just prose, please.
I've been paired up with 2 writers already, but am always willing to lend myself out to more (though this may change if/when I get a job). ...Um, no, not lend that way... Just offering my thoughts and critique on pieces. Again, please no poetry, but fiction or non-fiction are both fine.
So, back to introductions. I'm Stormy or Vicki--either or is fine with me. I'm a 22-year-ol
.:WA:. Midnight Snack.:WA:. Midnight Snack1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wrapped in a blanket warm and sweet,
topped with tastes that are good to eat.
With qualities none could possibly beat,
mama's remedies for nightmares defeat.
Down nipping halls to warm atmosphere,
see rosy red cheeks and blossoming ears.
Share the treat and climb in for night's rest,
where bad dreams for princes do not nest.
WA: Once upon a timeOnce upon a time there were three little 'angels', who were somehow assigned by the almighty Seven to get a certain, mysterious black box.WA: Once upon a time2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their names are Evangeline, Ophelia and Yolanda.
Willingly, they left three days and three nights to search for this mysterious box. On a certain day, they finally found the box that Seven wanted and it was in the care of Yolanda. Then, it began to rain heavily. The three little 'angels' were so far away from the Academy and not to mention it is already night time; they have no choice but to each build their own little houses.
How? With no knowledge on building houses, not to mention no hammers, nails
Starting Over Would petrified be the word? No...probably not.Starting Over2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As fingers tapped anxiously against the side of her leg, the weary-eyed onlooker watched the white blob bouncing amongst the crowd. Adorned with a dark-colored hat, the previously mentioned white blob belonged to the young adult that had been raised to a－literally－godly level by the students of the academy. For the briefest moment the man turned around and she imagined that red had found gold, but the moment passed and she was left with nothing other than the correct impression that he had merely been glancing about the courtyard.
Here goes nothing, I guess.
KnowingI did not know where the memory had gone,Knowing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor the pen I had dropped between the seats of my mother's car,
or even the last cup of cereal that had been left in the box the night before.
I still do not know where that ring escaped to,
where the body of the baby bird we rescued was buried,
or where that pretty cloud shaped like a leaf drifted off to.
I will never know (while I'm alive, that is) where exactly our consciousness goes,
or if the tissue I blew my nose with last night will end up in San Pedro or China,
nor the exact words my grandmother thought before slipping away.
I do not know. And that's okay with me.
Manly Schizophrenic Ramblings"The Greatest Accomplishment"Manly Schizophrenic Ramblings2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have you ever accomplished something, and felt extremely proud of it? Well, get ready to be blown out of the water, because my greatest accomplishment made me half a million dollars.
It all started on a Saturday afternoon in late May of 2009. My entire family was bored, and we were all scratching our large Jew noses, attempting to sniff out a good deal. Suddenly, it occurred to me. Why hadn't I thought of it sooner? I should invest half of my life savings in the stock market.
I went forth onto the worldwide web (more commonly called the 'internet', or incorrectly 'the computer', because computers aren't automa
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