Elle and Mias Chapter 10The days drifted one into another, each passing without much fanfare or pause. She lived with the ghoul, underground in a cave-like dwelling. They shared stories and discussed books they had readLeadbury was surprisingly well read knowing more about Aristotle and Plato than she. He never pried into her past and occasionally she gave him vague details of what had transpired in the lonely depths of the Ágend family castle. That part of her life was past her and she refused to be a victim of circumstance. She recognized that she had made several keys decisions that lead to her misfortune. How could one night of carelessness lead to such tragedy? Never again would she act without reason or out of her better judgment. Never again would she act out of loneliness or from an attempt to fit in. All the philosophers she had ever admired advised against the exact lifestyle she had tried to pursue.Elle and Mias Chapter 103 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Living in the forest with Leadbury had been a great healing to her broken soul. She had b
Love And HateLove And Hate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love and hate
are two emotions that you can't separate
They're both strong emotions
that causes a lot of commotions
But your mind is thinking
slower than you are blinking
Listen to me
'cause I am the key
to your understanding of the two words:
Love and hate
So next time you see a group of people,
Haters over there
And lovers over here.
Advent Calendar - 5Advent Calendar - 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elle s'était abritée entre les énormes pattes d'un lion de pierre, et les bras jetés autour de ses genoux, attendait là qu'on vienne la quérir. Dans le cur du palais, on ne voyait jamais le soleil et le jour, si bien que les journées s'étiraient dans une même langueur sans fin qui ne se troublait que par la marche régulière des gardes, et du renouvellement des braseros. Leur lueur zébrait le dallage lisse et les murs de reflets, qui lui donnait l'impression perpétuelle depuis toute petite que tout l'édifice était fait d'or, au même titre que les lourds médaillons qui lui pendaient en ceinture à la taille. L'atmosphère était ici toujours lourde de senteurs, d'odeurs âpres et piquantes qui prenaient la gorge et la poitrine dans un même étau épaissit par la chaleur des couloirs clos. Elle serra la peau moite de ses bras. Au fond d'elle, elle désapprouvait le c
Reunion english translationReunion english translation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!
Once again, a well done job!
A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayish taste of daily life.
It also enables me to keep a permanent link with my characters, to create new ones and to give them a 'real' life without having to draw a comic.
I like the interactions created when role playing, and when the characters interact well that is all the inspiration I need to take a pen and start drawing non-stop.
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IIIThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds III2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a change in the wind, a shift in the grass. The sun became harsh and the ground grew cold. Silence and stillness saturated all space and time.
"Persephone!" She called. The wind carried her voice across the expanse of her garden. The wind did not return. No giggling or rustling, no whispering or dancing. She called out once again, "Persephone!" Yet still, her call remained unanswered.
The nymphs lost track of her in the meadow. Persephone was fond of disappearing into the forests and streams—or wherever the nymphs did not follow. The flowers and trees called to her. Demeter knew that her child was independent in nature and enjoyed her counsel with the flowers. Persephone distrusted the nymphs, knowing that their loyalty was first to her and not Persephone. However, Persephone maintained the loyalty of the life in the garden, something Demeter never tried to compromise.
Regardless of Persephone's want of freedom and independence, she always returned home. She never strayed bey
My Dream WorldMy Dream WorldMy Dream World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Written By : Lobo Di Noccento
Written ON : 1/23/2011
The Day My Poem was written
Sunday Morning at 3am
Daytime sky is of a Soft and Gentle
Vanilla and A Sun of Dark Azure.
Not expectant of what we know...
at least what we know for sure.
The Oceanic Waters are of a Crimson Hue;
with Foam of a Deep Amathyst Imbue.
The Tides Crash upon windswept shores
of a silvering white and a ambering gold
and every piece of silicon and sand
has within it a new dream that someone
shall unfold and behold.
Within this water is aquatic life
that is unlike our own as it reinforces
every joint,muscle fiber,tissue,cartilidge and bone.
The water here is really great for our human blood;
As it revitalizes and enriches it with all that
we get depleated of.
All of The Tree's Bark and Roots are of
a Dark Earthy Brown with a Slight Hue of Gray;
The Leaves are of Mamalade Orange
and Laced with fine lines of Magenta for display.
The Grass is of Hazel,Lavendar and White;
The Breeze smells of Jasmine an
Still a better love story- RomaniaxReaderStill a better love story- RomaniaxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Okay, just incase the pic and title didn't make this clear enough, this story contains some twilight bashing. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. GOT IT?!
On to the story!
"Come on, ________!" Your best friend (bff's name) begged for the umpteenth time. "Just give it a chance!"
"No!" You replied, for the umpteenth time.
"But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" She whined.
"The premise of the book is just asinine. Vampires are supposed to be feared, not made into the object of several horny teenage girls' - and a few moms'- affections!"
In case it wasn't apparent already, the subject of your current argument (the only argument you two were having lately) was the infamous Twilight series. Your friend wanted nothing more than for you to share in the joy of the series with her, but you were just not interested. It wasn't like you hated it or anything, it just didn't appeal to you.
" You're being so unfair, _______. How can you say you don't like it when you haven't even g
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IVBegrudgingly he closed Persephone’s door. He did not wish to part with her, but he knew it was too soon. He longed for the days when they would whisper sweet nothings to each other as their bodies entwined, their limbs inseparable and indistinguishable from each other. One day they would participate in such endeavors.The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IV2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hades, who is that girl?” Hecate approached him as he locked Persephone’s door, taking one last moment to linger in future memories yet to be made.
“Persephone, I brought her here to marry me.” She was just as he imagined: full of life and love. She was always dancing, joyously, with her multitude of flowers and trees bowing to her. The sunlight, all at once, radiated from her skin as she absorbed it. He could not picture a woman more suited to his tastes and desires than she. She would be his goddess. She would bring life to the Underworld. She would all at once rule over death and life—with him at her side. He would know
1: Mias and Elle Meet AgainElle glanced around the wide expanse of the ballroom, suppressing a yawn with the back of her hand. It was just after eleven o'clock and she was eager for the night to end so she could go home and crawl into bed. She wasn't normally one for these types of parties, but she had promised her friends that she would attend this illustrious costume ball that they had been planning for the past several weeks.1: Mias and Elle Meet Again3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She shifted from side to side, grateful that the long crimson skirt of her ball gown was long enough that she was at least able to wear her favorite pair of comfortable flats. Her friends had all opted for sexy high heels, but Elle knew that after an hour of that her feet would begin to feel like they were being twisted in a vice. The bodice of the gown, however, gave her nothing but trouble. It was so tight she could hardly breathe, with a neckline so low that she felt completely exposed. Her friends had assured her that she looked ravishing, but she felt ridiculous and more than a litt
I miss youI miss you.I miss you7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cant stop thinking about you.
Its like youre stuck in my head.
I think about you everyday.
You say you love me
And I know you mean it too.
But without you here Im just dead.
I walk alone in town and run when I see someone I know.
When I get to that one place where it all happened,
I just breakdown.
My heart isnt like it was before.
I always ask myself where are you? and when will you come back?
I always end up waiting for an answer to come.
Nothing came and it just crushed me inside.
When youre not here I feel like I should be dead.
When I see couples kissing in public and saying those words,
It hurts me, and I wish it was you and me.
I miss you like whoa, and this poem cant even explain how much.
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
Advent Calendar - 12Advent Calendar - 123 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Une trentaine d'hommes d'armes se réchauffait autour du feu, occupé à laper avidement la maigre bouillie qu'il restait de leurs vivres, et à observer d'un il goguenard leur capitaine installée plus loin. Lakiésis leur renvoyait des illades noires, à les voir se marrer et se bousculer à coup de coude, et elle serait probablement infecte de nouveau dès qu'elle aurait repris des forces, mais aucun ne s'en souciait, trop occupé à charrier leur chat sauvage de chef flanquée d'une Ombreuse. Les railleries à base de jeu de mot entre le corbeau épinglé à la poitrine de Raven et le tempérament de fauve de Lakiésis ne tarissait plus depuis déjà plus d'une heure malgré les aboiements acides de la jeune femme. Raven, lui, se marrait en continuant sa besogne.
"Tu devrais arrêter de leur brailler dessus comme une mère sur ses gamins, ça finira par les agacer de se faire
Love is WarLove is War3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La journée s'était envolée aussi rapidement qu'un oiseau effrayé, plongée en pleine effervescence et joyeux préparatifs. Les bonnes nouvelles du front avaient redonnées du coeur à la population. L'envie de s'occuper des préparatifs du rituel d'été ressurgissait, maintenant que Lliane était de retour au palais. Nombres de soldats profitaient d'un peu de repos pour jouer les héros et se trouver une amie d'un soir, avant que bientôt les hostilités ne reprennent, et que les hommes se battant encore sur le front Est ne reviennent pour se faire remplacer. Pour ceux qui reviendraient.
Calé contre le dossier de son siège, Will jouait avec son verre depuis un moment. Il regardait les allées et venues, les serveuses de l'établissement perchées sur des escabeaux pour accrocher fleurs et lampions, se faisant chahuter au passage par les clients et les soldats dans une bonne ambiance décomplex
The CrazedThe Crazed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The carrion birds are circling .
Here in this village underneath the blood-red sky,
We listen to the screams, which are our lullaby.
Another shall be sacrificed,
Another one shall die.
Stray murmurs flutter by. Don't spread the rumor
Or to the gallows you'll go.
Death to the one who has sinned.
The distorted crowd gathers for the midnight show.
The carrion birds are circling .
Here in this village where the moon doesn't shine,
We live in the gloom, surrounded by the night's embrace.
Don't cry. Hide those tears,
Unless you want to face your deepest fears.
We who inhabit this village, twisted and lonely,
Enjoy our little game.
Play with us?
The carrion birds are circling .
Down descends our maleficent angels.
The saviors have come. The raw flesh
Has begun to rot. It will make a fine meal
The carrion birds are feasting .
Apostrophes with Numbers, Letters, AbbreviationsRule: The plurals for capital letters and numbers used as nouns are not formed with apostrophes.Apostrophes with Numbers, Letters, Abbreviations3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Example: She consulted with three M.D.s.
Example: She went to three M.D.s' offices.
The apostrophe is needed here to show plural possessive.
Example: She learned her ABCs.
Example: the 1990s
Example: the '90s or the mid-'70s
the '90's or the mid-'70's
Example: She learned her times tables for 6s and 7s.
Exception: Use apostrophes with capital letters and numbers when the meaning would be unclear otherwise.
Example: Please dot your I's.
You don't mean Is.
Example: Ted could not distinguish between his 6's and 0's.
You don't mean Os.
As a LeoAs a Leo10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a Leo
It's my duty
To lead when in a time of need
As I Leo, I must be strong
To save those from doing wrong
The fire in my soul
Will never die
It shall burn for all of eternity, in another's body
After I die
All Leos, we never truly die
We pass along our fire to another
They use it
Each time it is passed, it gets bigger, stronger
The more fire, the more courage, the more of a fight for survival
It is my duty to protect those I love
Even if it means my life
I will protect my Pride from those trying to take it
Never will they take it
My kin will live, and grow
Do not underestimate me
I know my own strengths and weaknesses
I have my secrets like the rest
But I love as well
I know right from wrong, left from right
As a Leo, I have an anger that not many people can beat
Do not mess with me when I'm angry
I have been know to…
Bite people's heads off
I become angry
I feel hate
I can cower at the feet of a foe
I can be compassionate
And through it all
I am alive
I am Leo
Commas Before AND in a SeriesIn American English usage, a comma should precede and with three or more items in a series.Commas Before AND in a Series3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Example: I would like to order a salad, a sandwich, and dessert.
Newspapers and magazines do not generally use this rule, as print space is too valuable to use on what might be considered extraneous punctuation. However, print publications will use the final comma before and if it is needed to avoid confusion.
Example: Her $10 million estate was split among her husband, daughter, son, and nephew.
Omitting the comma after son would have led the reader to believe that the son and nephew had to split one-third of the estate (each receiving one-sixth), rather than understanding that each relative received one-fourth of the estate.
FishermenFishermen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
Two SidesTwo Sides3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm liked at school.
But I'm hated at home.
I am kind, caring and active.
But I am greedy, selfish, and lazy.
I stay quiet most of the time.
But I am loud, screaming for attention.
I stay on everybody's good side.
But I stay on their bad side.
I try to stay good.
But I stay bad.
I smile at everyone.
But I cry alone.
Everyone listens to me.
But no one listens to me.
I am happy most of the time.
But I am depressed most of the time.
I listen to everyone.
But I listen to no one.
I try not to make mistakes
But I make mistakes all the time.
I tell the truth most of the time.
But I tell lies most of the time.
Everyone believes me.
But no one believes me.
I am surrounded by people.
But I am alone.