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
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
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
.: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
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
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
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
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
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
Pain haikuStrings of shadows pulled.Pain haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Death dance of crazed violin;
Haunting screams of pain.
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
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
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.
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.Jars3 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
Sweet EmbersSweet Embers3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A scattering wind
A horror before her
Than lashing within
A silence so violent
It took me away
The angel that hates
Yet refuses to pray
It's burning, my child
Sweet embers to taste
I'm damned to my silence
A sinful disgrace
A seraphic voice
A Siren that's lying
I've no other choice
A chanting that's ranting
Inside my sick head
It's never been better
But that's what I dread
They're singing, my child
Their mouths black as hell
I'm damned to my silence
A grave's where I fell
A sweltering storm
The thunder is wonder
As lightning is born
A sinner that wins her
Than throws her away
Please leave me; believe me
I will always pay
They're burning, my child
They'll find you in sleep
We're damned to our embers
Disgrace is our keep
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
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
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
20 Preguntas para tus clientes20 Preguntas para tus clientes6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Antes de iniciar cualquier proyecto es esencial obtener información preliminar de sus clientes. Esto ayudará a allanar el camino para el éxito del proyecto y ayudar a la visión del cliente.
Muchas de las preguntas que figuran a continuación también pueden ayudar en la elaboración de un presupuesto para su cliente. Cosas como los plazos, utilización, etc deberían tenerse en cuenta en los precios.
Desde mi punto de vista principalmente en el diseño de logotipos es, conseguir información preliminar para construir satisfactoriamente el nuevo proyecto. Asimismo, muchas de estas preguntas se pueden aplicar a otras formas de diseño, así que siéntete libre de integrarla en tus preguntas para diversas ramas del diseño.
* CUESTIONES RELACIONADAS CON LA EMPRESA *
1 - ¿Cómo describiría sus servicios y / o productos?
2 - ¿Cuáles son las metas a largo p
El arte de la autopromocionEl arte de la autopromocion4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hace poco compré un libro llamado " I had be rather in the studio" (Prefiero quedarme en el estudio) de la autora Alyson Stanfield. Lo compré porque me llamó la atención su slogan "la guía para artistas: no más excusas para la autopromoción" .
Todos los artistas tenemos excusas para no "auto promocionarnos" , algunas de las más frecuentes excusas son : "no tengo tiempo" , "no sé por dónde empezar" , "soy muy introvertido/tímido" , "no tengo dinero" , pero la excusa más frecuente para no salir al mundo es "prefiero quedarme en el estudio / prefiero quedarme en mi casa".
Para que nuestro arte sea conocido tenemos que auto-promocionarnos. Es vital , es fundamental. Y más si quieres sacar dinero de tu arte.
¿Sabe tu vecino que dibujas? Si no , necesitas autopromoción de urgencia. Las primeras personas que necesitas enseñarle que dibujas es tu fam
Tips para un desing exitosoTips para un desing exitoso6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Diez consejos para que tu diseño tenga éxito.
1-El buen diseño es innovador.
Las cosas claramente diferentes se recuerdan mejor que las comunes. Lo innovador llama la atención.
Haciendo lo que todos los demás hacen, es cierto que no fracasarías, pero ¿triunfarás así alguna vez?
No transites los senderos trillados. Innova.
La esencia de la innovación debe verse claramente en todas las funciones de un producto.
El desarrollo tecnológico sigue ofreciendo nuevas oportunidades para soluciones innovadoras.
Las innovaciones no se agotan.
2-El buen diseño hace que un producto sea útil.
El producto que se compra con el fin de ser utilizados. Debe servir a un propósito definido - tanto primariamente como en las funciones secundarias.
La tarea más importante del diseño es optimizar la utilidad de un producto.
3-El buen diseño es estético.
La calidad estética de un p