The Lightning TreeThe Lightning Tree2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Lightning Tree
Fist of thunder, shining claws
Tore the needle island's boughs,
Child of lightning, child of leaf,
Where's your fire, little thief?
Where's flame within your bitter heart?
Wrested out and pulled apart,
So lie and guard it close to you,
Tell yourself the woe's not true.
So days and years, I saw them pass,
I watched them from my shell of glass,
I wove a mask and kept it on,
I wore the words I've told so long.
The crooked creature of your dreams,
Mouth stitched in a silent scream,
I'm rarely who I seem.
Those silver lies I swear to be,
They never have been me.
What splintered sky of black and white
Would give you life and send you spite?
Child of lightning, child of leaf,
The grey of ash you hide beneath.
For all your foresight can't you see
The taunts and stones they've thrown at me?
Now for the longest time I've known
I've always been alone.
My cloak of leaves has kept you near,
In the branches far from fear,
So in the shadows on your
She Searches For YouGather 'round, my friends. I have a story to tell, and every word of it is true. It's the story of how I came to this Path, so different from anything I'd known as a child and yet, when I accepted it, it was like I'd been Heathen all along. Which, perhaps I was. They say a Witch is born, not made why can't it be the same with a Viking, even one born some 2,000 years too late?She Searches For You2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I won't explore the ten years I spent as a Christian too deeply now is not the time or the place. But I will tell you a little about what brought me to that Path, and how I completely missed the memo from a certain hammer-carrying, shape-changing duo of Norse gods. Like destiny, hindsight can be a fickle wench. It started in 2001 with a summer afternoon thunderstorm, one of the most intense storms I'd ever experienced. I was away at a local, week-long Christian camp at the time; it was during one of our
A first time: PrologueA first time: Prologue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
There's a first time for everything, right?
No matter how many times you continue to do something, you obviously did it a first time, too.
Eating, breathing and even turning on a radio.
There's a first time for everything.
You should keep this in mind as we introduce you to the protagonist of this story; well, antagonist really.
Kitten Cutsalot. You may think she was given her name due to her bloodthirsty nature, but if you presumed such a thing I would have to tell you that you were wrong. She was merely unlucky enough to be born with such an outlandish name.
On the contrary, Kitten's home life was rather normal, which might surprise you at first, as we all know far too well that Kitten has a knack for killing things.
However, like I stated earlier on, there is a first time for everything, therefore, there must have been a first time that Kitten took the life of another, that is the story I am about to lay before you.
So make sure you lock your doors, close your windows and just for a
My handwriting sucksMy handwriting sucks2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My handwriting sucks big time
but right now I gotta pee
or my bladder will explode.
As I'm no mermaid at sea.
I swear I will find a rhyme
if I do it near a tree
or while squatting on the road.
Ode to a lavatory.
The Silhouette: PrologueEveryone is scared of something, even if they say they don't. They all have one main fear...and that is seeing the person that brings them their sudden end. Tons of deaths have been occurring around Tokyo, Japan; all of them were murders, bloody murders. How do I know this? Well...that murderer is my split personality. Her name is Silhouette, she was named by the police because people always see her shadow running away from the crime. I never knew that Silhouette was me until I was five when she murder our parents; when we were at our grandparents when they were both near death, oddly Silhouette didn't kill both of them. Well I was asleep when Silhouette was murdering our parents at night. When Silhouette was in the middle of the killing I woke up to see my parents dead bloody body...The Silhouette: Prologue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Rin, and I am not a murderer. I'm just a normal fifteen year old girl that is the top of her classes in Middle School, a black haired yellow eyed girl and a bit chubby; people never thought
Lament of the TwilightPrincessFor this realm I have struggled,Lament of the TwilightPrincess5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For this throne I have fought.
For the people of Twilight,
This life have I bought.
Did I buy it myself?
No, it was bought for me.
The one who paid the price
I no longer can see.
When I first met him,
Yes, my help I gave,
But for his freedom,
I made him my slave.
Constantly, always for me,
He ran, jumped, and attacked.
Save for a bit of magic,
I just rode on his back.
Braving all kinds of danger,
He gave all, everything.
What would I have given him?
Not one single thing.
Once I had the Fused Shadows,
I would have just left.
How could I have known
Id almost see my death.
Though Link was now cursed,
His one and only thought,
Was to try to save me.
Just the Mirrors location
I asked Zelda to give.
Yet she sacrificed herself
So that I could live.
Though she did not truly die,
She gave all that she could.
I now was convicted:
I would live for the good.
I wish that I could have
Helped Link far, far more.
He seemed so
I hate --I hate --3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -internet- so seriously.
I hate that there will be those few select people who take these lists seriously.
I hate how out of those people, a few of them will pretend to take it seriously, but they really don't, and are just arguing for the lulz.
I hate how much I love reading do it for the lulz's stuff.
I hate yaoi.
I hate yaoi's incredibly scary fan base.
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
Short Story 1 Part 2 :Fiction:--Short Story 1 Part 2 :Fiction:4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I couldn't believe what I saw in there... I'll never forget it.
I looked in and there was a sight. I don't get grossed out by many things, but this was a major grosser...
It was apparently Kyle's parents... They were butt-naked sleeping on the floor... I was staring right at the bottom halves of their body... So I got quite a view.
"Gross..." I mumbled and covered them with a blanket then walked downstairs.
"I'm going to sleep outside. Your parents are butt naked upstairs in your room... I think they were doing it..." I said as I walked outside and got in the car, then fell asleep.
7 Hours Later
The next morning, I woke up and stretched and noticed something odd. Looking out the window, I wasn't even near Kyle's house. In fact, I didn't see his house at all. Or any other houses.
"What... Where am I?" I said, still half asleep.
I got out of the car and looked around. I was surrounded by several trees and a nice quiet river. There were little bunnies and such eve
Warriors- Runningwind AnalysisRunningwindWarriors- Runningwind Analysis4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Former names: Runningkit, Runningpaw
Father: Halftail (Sparrowpelt)
Mother: One-eye (White-eye)
Description: swift tabby tom
Other: loyal, never important really, normal warrior
Clan Position: warrior
Death: killed by Tigerclaw(star) and his rouges by the Thunderpath
SmileSmile2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Atsushi Ohkubo owns Soul Eater. I don't. I don't And I also don't own Avril Lavigne or the lyrics to her song.
Bleh. It was going to be one of those unusually long days, I could already tell. I woke up feeling like the worst piece of garbage that couldn't even make it in the can. And I'm almost positive I have bags under my eyes but I'm too tired to even check. It was just going to be that kind of day.
When I woke up I noticed there was a white patch all taped up on the inside of my right shin. I can't really remember what happened last night but I'm going to take a wild guess that it didn't go exactly as I planned. In case it was that bad I wasn't about to check it, I'll just ask the Doc. when we get to school. If I go to school today. This headache is just killing me. And to make things worse, I just saw Soul mixing in a few things you wouldn't usually see in a cup of coffee.
He came over to the little table made for four I was sitting at and placed a cup down
Cross-Genre Character Profile1.Physical Description / Basics Human:Cross-Genre Character Profile5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Facial details / structure:
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Accessories / makeup:
Unusual features: (freckles, scars, tattoos, birthmarks ect.)
Voice and speech:
Minutia: optional (anything you want to include to give a clearer picture of what your character looks like, i.e. physical mannerisms like paces when thinking, tendency to talk with their hands ect or physical details not covered in the other sections.):
1.Physical Description / Basics ? Non-Human:
- Body material:
1.Organic living tissue. Additional info: warm or cold blooded? Color of blood?
2.Organic nonliving tissue. Additional info: source of animating power?
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Structure: (general body organization, i.e. biped, quadruped, serpentine, amorphous ect. - if your chara
Luke's TG episode 8Luke's TG episode 83 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luke's TG episode 8:- the Atsuta festival
4 days after our shopping spree me and Trixie decided on what to wear for this festival, we both agreed a casual look would be best just that we were too tired to go shopping for yukata's and we had left it to the last minute, I went to my room to find something nice when I looked in my cupboard I noticed something. Roslie had went out and bought me a Yukata, it was really pretty it had a sunset orange to it and some type of flower's all over it, I smiled when saw the note reading, "to Luke I hope you like this I got u a Trixie one when you were in the spa when I saw your interest in the Atsuta festival, love Roslie".
I couldn't help but try it on I went to my computer and googled how to wear a Yukata and clicked the most popular result which gave me good enough details, after many attempts I finally got it on right it was so pretty, when I heard myself thinking how cute I looked in the Yukata I knew I was losing my old mind, every day I though
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar