Duke and Then?As Gilbert walked the lonely halls of his manor pieces of memories that he had long since forgotten surfaced. His younger brother running through the halls, angry maids chasing after him after he made another mess with some stuffed animals; his foster mother stepping lightly as to not disturb her exhausted husband who had fallen asleep; said husband telling Gilbert of his duties as a member of the Nightray household; and Elliot, curled up beside him and Vincent as he read allowed his master's favourite story.Duke and Then?4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Elliot always liked it when I read allowed to him..." Gilbert said as his fingers travelled along the spines of his families books. No warmth cascaded from the fireplace as it usually did at this time, his family so keen on knowledge of any sort be they fiction or fact.
"A mountain of stories will always hold some truth." He quoted from his late father who explained to him that his reading must become much stronger and that it was pathetic that he could only read middle-class boo
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 104 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
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 IV3 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
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IIIThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds III3 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
The Real Deal - Bade"I'm suprised at how many times I've recently had to say 'What the fuck?' through out this week, Becklyn, but seriously, this time I cannot even BELIEVE you would even THINK of this, where the HELL is your brain?" Jade kept rambling as Beck sighed.The Real Deal - Bade5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was laying on his bed in their RV, he was sitting on the floor with two DVD boxes in hand...the reason Jade was so pissed and ready to rip his head off was the choice of movie he decided to rent and watch.
"I am not going to watch a pathetic no-personality girl fall in love with a sparkling douche-bag, ridiciolous excuse for a vampire." She kept ranting. "Dracula would be ashamed." Beck sighed once again as he got on his knees and stared at his girlfriend.
"I thought you would like this." He said as he took them away, he tried to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
It seemed to work. "They are NOT even vampires...there fairies."
Beck laughed. "I know you hate these." He said as he tossed them away. "I'm just borrowed them from my n
Reunion english translationReunion english translation4 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.
Untitled - BadeI'm mean and scary and not many people like me.Untitled - Bade5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You're fun, your creative a lot of people like you.
Some say I'm one of the scariest girls and they hardly look at me twice.
Some say you are one of the most sociable guys that they always invite.
It's always you&me, or me&you (never me alone) Sometimes it's you alone, because a lot of people like you (and not many people like me)
You are mine, as I am yours. Never forget me (Because I'll never forget you.)
You are what completes me. (My nicer, softer side.) I am what completes you. (Your angrier, darker side.) We are the Ying&Yang, as different yet similar as stars and moon.
Never forget me, Beck Oliver. (Because I'll n e v e r forget you.)
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I4 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
Love And HateLove And Hate4 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.
I miss youI miss you.I miss you8 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.
i dream as a lion.i used to dream about sinking into the ocean. i used to dream about going up in flames and finding redemption in the way that the ash fell from my hands. now, when i dream, i think about the way that passion used to light my veins. i think about the pain that pinched my limbs and the cramps that woke me screaming in the middle of the night. i dream about the agony - the way i would stare at the sun and call it living. the way that i called each bleeding wound life and each burned palm passion.i dream as a lion.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i was the girl that swallowed the world and spit up the ocean. i remember the way that the mountains scraped my throat and the slaughter of the world settling into the pit of my belly. i remember the bitterness hitting the back of my throat and the way that even when i doubled over, even when i screamed out, even when i hit my knees that i was crying hallelujah. the way that the world was brighter for the pain and the way that i believed the only way i could see was when i was saltwate
A Race Against TimeThe clock was ticking. Every second that passed by seemed like a death sentence. Time was short, I had to get my paper done on time. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.A Race Against Time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All that existed in the world at the moment was me and the question paper on my desk. I was completely disconnected from everything around me. I had a race to win; the race against time.
I tightly gripped my pen and began writing as if my life depended on it. My arm moved back and forth like the rain-wipers in a car, as I frantically filled every line with words. All the nights that I had spent cramming for this exam would finally pay off..if only I could remember what I had studied. I froze. My mind went blank. I couldn't find the words to answer all those frightening questions.
I had spent the whole night before the exam preparing and desperately cramming everything I could from the gigantic course. I had an unlimited supply of
Advent Calendar - 5Advent Calendar - 54 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
Still a better love story- RomaniaxReaderStill a better love story- RomaniaxReader3 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
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 Again4 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
My Dream WorldMy Dream WorldMy Dream World5 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
The CrazedThe Crazed4 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 .
I'm No PrincessWhat if Cinderella threw the slipper,I'm No Princess5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snow White said "Gimmie one more bite"-
And Sleeping Beauty went back to sleep?
What if Rapunzel cut her hair,
Mulan never got found out,
And the princess couldn't feel the pea?
What if Belle ran away,
Ariel decided to not to stay-
And there was no 'Happily Ever After'?
What if they all said no
Just wandered on Home
Left their princes on their knees?
I'm no princess- I have to earn my happily ever after.
There aren't any princes lined up at my door-
I'm not what they call "beautiful".
I'm just me- and that's all I'll ever be.
As a LeoAs a Leo11 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