The Demise of Edward CullenThe Demise of Edward CullenThe Demise of Edward Cullen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was walking through a forest in Washington one day
When something caught my eye
It was a person sparkling in the sunlight
I think it was a guy
He sent me a smile
So charming and fair
That I felt a spark or excitement
Floating in the air
And then I grabbed my gun
And shot him through the chest
For of all the vampire hunters in the world
I am the very best
The stench of his burning flesh was distracting
But I still designed my plan
To find the place where he lived
And take down the rest of his disgusting clan
Ed and Tamaki Meeting Vic (Secret Ranger Gift)Edward Elric cautiously walked through the halls of an unknown building. His objective: To get some answers...and food. He didn't know where he was or why. When he tried to ask someone, they would only pull out a mysterious device. After the device flached they would often say "Thanks" or "Great cosplay" or even "Where'd you get that arm?"Ed and Tamaki Meeting Vic (Secret Ranger Gift)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the other hand, Tamaki Suoh was having the time of his life. This was obviously a festival for commoners, right? He only wished Haruhi and the other club members were with him. Where were they anyway? All thoughts of the host club left his mind when he saw a group of people in Ouran Academy's uniforms. I've never seen them before, he thought. They must be in a different class. Someone with a camera noticed Tamaki standing there and motioned at him to join the group. Now he understood: They were posing for pictures!
"We'll start taking requests now," someone called.
"Tamaki and Haruhi," another said.
Haruhi's here? Where? T
.:How I Met You:.: Chapter 1 "Agh! Stop it! Please! Ow!", cried a young little girl. "Yeah! Take that, crazy witch!", one of the boys pelting rocks insulted. "That's what you get for messin' with us!", one of the other boys said. "AH!", the little girl cried. Tears mixed in with blood shone in the sunlight while it came streaming down the child's poor face. A few other kids did not pay any attention to the disaster and simply continued playing soccer. "OW! PLEASE, STOP! PLEASE! HELP, ANYONE!?" One of the kids, along with his younger brother, heard the cries of help coming from the girl and stopped playing to see what was happening. "Hey! What are you doing?!", the older sibling demanded. "None of you're business, blondie!" "None of my business? You guys are hurting a little girl!", the older brother yelled, getting angrier. "Yeah, so? It's not like we care. She looks weird with grey eyes anyway." The older sibling's eyes widened. Grey eyes? That is a weird eye color, th.:How I Met You:.: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pain haikuStrings of shadows pulled.Pain haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Death dance of crazed violin;
Haunting screams of pain.
Death AngelsWingless seraphs in creased white uniformsDeath Angels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drift through the hallways like living dreams
They steal away with souls like thieves
Delivering sterilized mercy
Booster shots to raise your immunity
Or heighten your mortality
A bedside manner to die for
A vortex that always wants more
It is never enough
That sense of power it gives
Is intense but fleeting
Like a film
You leave the theater eventually
No second opinion, it's not an option
Clean-cut monstrosities skulk, well-revealed
Bringing you oblivion inside a syringe
Or slashing away with obsidian scalpels
Your red against their white
Lost ribbons in the snow
Voices fade and diseases grow
No one will ever have to know
So attentive, so gentle
So depraved, so hungry
Experimenting with anatomy
No textbooks or drab dissection
Your flesh is their canvas
Your pain their ambrosia
Your screams their catharsis
This won't hurt the slightest bit
How did it come to
Hetalia- Nap A few clouds blocked the sun momentarily as Japan walked down the dirt road heading towards Greece’s house. He still wore his business suit but had the white coat unbuttoned. In his hands he carried a suitcase that he didn’t have time to take back home. When the sun came back out he squinted.Hetalia- Nap3 years ago in Humor More Like This
I can’t believe there were no other buses to get there, he thought. I’m going to have to ask Greece for some water and a change of clothes when I get there. I feel so gross.
After some time he did manage to cross the border into the city limits of Athens. Now he could see the ruins and homes of the civilians. Before he got too much farther he let out a big yawn.
So tired, I shouldn
Blade in the Snow, Ch. 1Chapter 1: The Web of PromisesBlade in the Snow, Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the winter of 1867, Japan was about to enter a culture war that would determine who would control power in the country: the young emperor who spoke of modernizing the nation to meet the same standards set by the Western world, or the long-reigning Tokugawa Shogunate who hoped to cling onto what power it still had.
This is the tale of two star-crossed lovers who met during this volatile time, each on opposing sides of the opposition. It is the tale of relics of the past being opposed by the innovations of the future. It is the tale of a young man's path to adulthood, and a young woman's struggle for independence.
It is the tale of a man's blade cutting through evil so that he can create a bright future for his lady of the snow…
"Lord Miyamoto…he has returned."
Nodding his head quietly, Naofumi slowly stood up and slid open the door to his room to step outside. There was a part of him that had been concern
Failed.Error.Failed.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I failed to be a friend.
I don't deserve you.
But I don't want this to end.
It's all my fault.
The only thing I can do is hang on.
And pray that you don't move along.
The EntomologistHe keeps them all in little glass jarsThe Entomologist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In stagnant lakes of formaldehyde
Or pinned proudly to wooden frames
Neat print spelling their strange names
But many are alive, more delightful in motion
(Scolopendra gigantea, my deadly lady)
Ever so slightly off, these angles
Asymmetrical and nonsensical
Grasping details he didn't notice before
But awareness only blooms in the basement
(something's not right here)
Microscopes and blinding beams
Slender hands prod, a playful grin gleams
Chloroform and miniature surgeries
Finding the sublime behind compound eyes
Others shiver, avoid their touch
But his attention is glued to
Sleek shells and bristling legs and wings like
Dirty stained glass windows
Color bleached by a downpour that never ends
(something's gone wrong inside me)
He'll take them apart tenderly
Like the patients in his office
(don't go into the monster's den)
Whose psychosis is as old and ugly
As anything in the doctor's collection
Oh, yes, they'll squirm a
how lilies weepobstacleshow lilies weep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are a kind of faith,
as if through some
a bruised clock
veins and cloaked
timed to burst.
i am nothing
if i am not a dream
of yours, waking
from the geometric light
of my window
into a shimmering cup,
poured full of your words
my hips dripping
their tiny mechanisms,
swirling in incense,
growing new teeth,
to bleed through.
i drip and cough
and sleep and bleed
that i am strong enough
for someone like you.
i am taped
and covered up
but you can still see
the endless flaws.
i watch the trees break,
the elastic stretch between moments as
one thing lives and another dies,
as each day i create my chances,
i hold my deck of cards and slice two in half,
i eat one, i rip another,
and i still win the game.
you are the card i never play,
the one i hold on to,
the lucky coin
JarsMy childhood home, a gray, old farm house, sat nestled near the small town of McKean Pennsylvania. My father moved us there from Pittsburgh in 1954 when I was no taller than a limp potato sack. I was their only child at the time. He said the city was no place to raise a family. We needed room to run and explore and my mother needed a quiet place to work on her writing. However, in three years of living there she gave birth to four of my brothers. So much for peace and quiet. There must have been something in the water.Jars4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Folks in town liked to whisper about that house like it was some kind of architectural Jezebel. By the time I could spell my own name I had heard dozens of rumors and stories surrounding our home. There were certainly enough to keep my young mind racing through many sleepless nights. Some of the more elaborate stories suggest a mass murder of the previous occupants by their deranged
the house of crimethe farm is abandonedthe house of crime3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is an ideal place
to hide themselves
to exit this spiral
Witnessed a crime
She has Fled the house
or she was living
the man with the saber
a mercenary paid by her husband
to eliminate its opponents
in the business world
has noticed a shadow
he saw that she was gazing
This cruel execution
she is a fugitive
chased by a killer
She has confidence in anyone
she wanders in the wild
for not returning
in the house of his past
or her husband waits her return
to be able to bury her alive
04. DarkWhen I tried to hide,04. Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to think:
It's scariest when
The light goes out.
When I tried to see,
I used to think:
It's hopeless when
The light goes out.
When I tried to love,
I used to think:
It's worthless when
The light goes out.
When I tried to live,
I used to think:
It's pointless when
The light goes out.
When I look at the world,
If you can get past the
A Story To Tell introSome say there is no life after death. Some say there is a Heaven and a Hell. Well whatever there is, I didn't make it there. I'm stuck somewhere else, yet I'm stuck in life. Does that make sense? Haha, I suppose it doesn't, but it's the best way I can explain what has happened to me. Maybe I should start by telling you exactly what happened to me. Ah, the memory is still so clear. Like it was yesterday. Then again, I suppose a person will always remember their death like it was yesterday. After all, it is the last thing you experience.A Story To Tell intro3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was at a club with my friends. I loved to party, but no one was throwing one that weekend so I settled for the club. Anyways, I was working on getting drunk, like usual, making sure to put on a show for all the guys around me. It was fun to watch them drool over themselves. My friends envied me and I knew it. I had a perfect body. Perfect curves, a perfect complextion, perfect hair, perfect features, perfect everything. And I always got the
Day for a DepressiveDragging along is a simple thingDay for a Depressive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here there is no pleasure;
Walking numb without a course
Consejos vs el estancamientoConsejos vs el estancamiento6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Consejos para evitar el estancamiento artístico
He visto ultimamente como personas se han quedado estancadas , y en verdad , me da mucha lástima. He notado que estas personas tienen algunas características en común , puedo mencionar:
*Miedo al cambio
*No aceptan que estan estancados
*Siempre hacen las cosas de igual manera
*Jamás experimentan algo nuevo.
Recuerdo que , hace algunos años atrás, personas dibujaban a mi mismo nivel y luego yo los sobrepase , y estas personas, no echaron ni para atrás ni para adelante. También , hay personas que me superaron bastante y las admiro por eso , y , siempre , los apoyo para que se adelanten más que yo. Por eso , decidí darles algunos consejos para personas que estan "estacandas artisticamente".
Si te sientes "estancado artisticamente" , bien por ti. Estás en el primer paso del cambio , porque
Too Much!!!"Roses are RedToo Much!!!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are Blue"
Love is a disaster.
My heart is torn in two.
Silent as I smile.
I need to speak.
I love to talk.
Though I am silent and weak.
Talk too much.
No need to tell me twice.
Can't watch as the tears flow.
Everythings a lie.
Because inside I cry and cry.
Part of me.
Somethings wrong, can you not see?
"Roses are black.
Violets are dead."
There is no going back.
No taking back what you said.
What is done is done.
Silent I sit and stare.
And begin to wonder if anyone cares.
It is what I do.
My happiness for others.
Including all of you.
I scream inside of my head.
I smile and let it pass.
My heart like shattered glass.
"I like you."
I hear you say.
I do not like you now,
There is now way.
"Roses are red,
Violets are Blue.
I had to change myself.
SO FORGET YOU!!!"
I turn and walk away.
Proud that I finally said what I had to say.
No more crying and hiding my tears.
No more running fr
March the Secondmy sweet little cycloneMarch the Second3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
ripping through the valley
what have you got for me today?
you've got fire in your fingers
it's whipping through my hair
i'm dancing in your tears
under a thundering stare
what have you got for me today?
and i'm sure destruction lays before
a wilted path, i'm headed for
i see the calm before your storm
tell Talula I can't wait no more
6061 - Chapter 1 - A Day To Remember6061 - Chapter 1 - A Day To Remember3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 A Day To Remember
I gaze at the sky as I feel the cold rain begin to fall in fat, gorged drops on the top of my head; taking cover under a nearby alcove over a door. It's still a long walk home and I see no signs of any approaching breaks in the clouds that would allow for a reprieve from the onslaught.
"It's almost as if the heavens above know what today is, and they are weeping for me. They must know that I no longer have the ability to do so for myself," I mutter.
But instead of wallowing in my own misfortune, I step out from the shelter of the alcove to greet the storm as it approaches. I lift my face to the sky and feel the cold streams run down the creases in my face. The chill of the water as it glides across my skin is enough of a sensation to breathe some life back into me, bringing me back to my senses, if but only for a moment.
"Well this is surely going to be one of the last things that I feel for some time. At least it's an enjoyable feeling, I migh
OC Story: Letters Can Never Separate Us.OC Story: Letters Can Never Separate Us.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Five years." Silvanna sighed. "Don't worry, they'll be home soon! I hope Soren loves the stuff I picked out to wear for him!" Eliska, Silvanna's very close friend giggled. Their boys, Soren and Leon, were sent to the camps to fight the war. Soren voluntarily went into the military, Leon, not so much. Leon was sent there because of a heavy drug bust one night after a huge national football game. He used to play on the national team for Germany, you see.
Leon and Soren had written to their girls at home as much as possible, just as the girls did for them. The girls checked the mail as soon as it got there. 12:30 p.m. Right on time. Eliska handed Silvanna her envelope and she took hers. Quickly ripping hers open, she read it with a blush and cute giggles. She was so head over heals about this boy, it was just silly and precious at the same time. "Soren said they would be home within a month if everything goes smoothly!" Eliska squealed in happiness. Silvanna looked down at her
..+Perfect+..You're smile is so warm...+Perfect+..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're arms are so inviting.
You're hug is so firm.
When you're across the room, I catch myself staring.
At your looks? Maybe.
But, it's what's inside that I am seeing.
A warm heart.
A gentle spirit.
A love for life.
You are perfect.
As perfect as a human can get.
Few mistakes run through you.
To see the world through your eyes would be fantastic.
To feel the love you feel for every person would be extatic.
To be the person you are would be problematic.
After all, opposites attract.
You are perfect, I am not.
You are warm, I am cold.
For you I will change.
You won't know it's for you though.
You will never know that everything I do...
I do for you...
Father's DayEdward Elric drank down what was left of his coffee, then took a moment to aimlessly study the empty cup before setting it down. The café was less busy than usual, which was just fine as far as Ed was concerned. Aside from the equally silent person sitting next to him, the young alchemist really wasn’t in the mood for company right now. He would’ve turned even his own brother away were he there at the moment. Ed leaned back as far as the steel chair would allow, which unfortunately wasn’t saying much.Father's Day3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“So,” he said after blowing out a loud puff of air to get his violet eyed drinking buddy’s attention. “Today is Father’s Day.”
“Hmm,” Lelouch said, not looking up from the newspaper laid flat across the table. With his free hand, he drew an endless ring around his own, barely touched, cup. It made a tiny sound Ed could just barely hear, but somehow still managed to s
Prostituteshe struggles from the hardwood like a creamy stallionProstitute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drowning in a raging surf. her limbs
the appendages of a white crab spider sprawl bent,
slender supple bones. her eyes
caked on fingernails caked on like dried blood caked
onto her fleshy thighs. her eyes
are wooden chambers locked stone hollow, key swallowed,
dwindling human. Although
her fingertips are faultless pearls, beet hair stiffened curls,
vision whirls, she's still a girl. the atmosphere
folds in like an origami crane collapsing slowly, sharp
corners slicing mostly. Pelvis bony, snowy
shivers, scintillating silver rivers (stream) dampen her tinder.
a dream: lily petals dissolve into the hardwood like cream
kissing a ghostbend.kissing a ghost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a
inhaled a shooting
it was a falling
like kissing a ghost
in the parking
lot in the
you said darling i
won't be here
just long enough
to make you love
sunrise dim on
the horizon, blur
ring the li(n)es -
there is the present
and there is the
future but the
past is merely
and the sun
it is strong it
is bright it is
scorching my moon-
my lungs burning
like kissing a ghost
blazing fire blazing
soul, suspended in
m i d a i r
and you whisper
darling, i won't be
just long enough
to make you