Wolf HuntWind buffed the strong creature's coat. His nose lifted to the sky, wiggling back and forth ever so slightly as he tested the breeze. Elk. He smelled elk for sure.Wolf Hunt4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rallying his pack mates with a quick howl, the leader conveyed his excitement. Now would be the time for a hunt, he would tell them if he could speak. Then they were off. Their narrow chests braved the snow with little problem, their tracks falling in to one another's. The snow was their element. And today, they would dine on elk, he just knew it!
The pack finally spotted the elk, and stopped to put their noses to good use again. Too strong, healthy bull, too far wait! There, her, she was perfect! One of the closer elk, pushing through snow to reach what little remained of the grass, completely oblivious to the danger she was now in. The wolves could smell her now; a middle aged female, but heavy with calf. Their mouths watered at the thought of such a delicacy. Tender meat, full of flavors they had only once have tried
See Poem For Title IIA Poem Written For The Sole Purpose Of Pleasing Myself, And, Perhaps, Warning You.See Poem For Title II7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To those who preach how great I am,
I truly could not give a damn.
For all the compliments I get, you see,
Just reveal how little you know of me.
Perhpas you see this written verse,
And think it describes you at first,
But you really shouldn't be so vain;
This calls out to more than just one name.
And this, these words put down in ink,
Is just me saying to them what I think;
A poem phrasing everything bluntly,
A poem written just for me.
This does not teach, nor subtly tell my thoughts,
And if you look for some hidden moral, you'll find nought.
This just states my disgust and little else.
This is a poem written for myself.
Though I suppose it could be a warning too,
To say what bugs me about you;
About how there is so much of me
That you could never think to see.
I am not talented, nor fair of face,
In most situations, I lack all grace.
I am not kind, I am not pretty,
I am, at most stubborn an
Confronting The Magic MirrorConfronting The Magic MirrorConfronting The Magic Mirror7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
I've got a question for you,
And it's not about the "Fairest Of Them All",
It's quite simply: What'd I do to you!?
Do I really look this way?
You're cruel reality is most unkind,
And if I, threatened to toss you away,
Would you change your mind?
Perhaps a threat was a little crass...
I do not wish you dead.
But since when should I such crap
From a mirror with a floating head?!
Again, I spoke out of turn,
But please just let me say,
Sir Mirror, you really need to learn,
That some girls don't want to look this way.
Sure, I know it isn't right,
To place on you all the blame.
I'll never be the lovely Snow White;
I lack the face and body-frame.
But you know, you're the worst enemy
I think I've ever had.
I mean, everyday, you make girls like me,
Hate themselves, and feel so sad.
Who decides beauty, anyway?
Some style-god, or fashion-führer?
Is it them who has the final say,
Or is it you, the mirror?
To any and all girls,
My Xmas Gift To Y'all...The Night Before Christmas...Revamped.My Xmas Gift To Y'all...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
T'was the night before Christmas, when Dani remembered,
"Shit! Christmas is the twenty-fifth of December!
And because I've been piled with work
By teachers like Moloney (that endearing jerk)
I'm totally late in celebrating this year,
And, by great Ville Valo, it's almost here!"
So wracking her brain, most tired out and weak,
She thought, "I'll rewrite that Christmas poem...that'd be freaking sweet!"
So grabbing a notebook and trusty pen,
She was just about to start, but then,
Out of her window, she heard a loud SMASH!
She jumped a foot in the air, then summarily dashed
Over to the window, where unless her eyes and ears failed her,
Sat Saint Nick, injured, and cursing like a sailor.
Bewildered, she queried what was the matter?
Santa replied: "The Easter Bunny shot me down, the crazy bastard!
And now I'm hurt and can't deliver toys,
There'll be so many disappointed girls and boys!
...Unless, my dear girl, you'd be so kind
As to give me a hand
Circus Of The DamnedCircus Of The DamnedCircus Of The Damned8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come one, come all; step on in!
A good time for everyone's about to begin.
You already bought a ticket, have a seat
And gaze in awe upon our feats.
And for one mystical night,
Escape the trials of mundane life.
You'll be sad to see it end,
But it doesn't have to stop my friend.
Why not decide to take a stand,
And join the circus of the damned?
The finest wonders we could hope to retrieve....
The only catch is, once you join, you never leave.
There's a woman who walks up on the high wire.
You think that's good? Wait 'til we set the net on fire!
Then it's all up to Fate's call,
As the crowd waits excitedly for her fall.
She's a kind girl who never has a frown,
A minor problem that she's committed arson in three towns.
Full of thieves and murderous brigands,
Is the lively circus of the damned.
If you want, by all means you can
Share a dressing room with the strong man.
He's a great friendly guy, and I bet he'd love you!
Just ignore the fact that he's injured three and
Suuuure, wolves are majestic.A large male wolf trotted along the forests edge, looking for prey. His pack was somewhere behind him, then he heard the soft thudding of hooves.Suuuure, wolves are majestic.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of his pack members was going for an elk! The male shot out of his hiding spot and bit at the creatures legs. Other pack members tore at his flesh, trying to drag him down.
After a while the elk let out a low cry and fell to the ground. While the prey was lying limp on the earth, one female stepped up and bit onto the throught, puncturing the windpipe and killing the animal.
Now, you're going to expect the wolves to eat all neatly, correct? WRONG!
Instantly the male dove for the stomach, and the rip of flesh split the air. The wolf had torn the stomach open! Yummy! Then the male, and a few others, shoved their heads inside, chowing down on anything they could grab.
Now the ripping and tearing of the elk was erupting from all angles. All the canines tore savagely at their meal, staining the snow bright red.
After a while of eating, low thu
Read MeHere is the paper sitting before me, displayed upon the screen, glowing in the half darkness. I stare for awhile, hoping that the words would find themselves on the document, but they never do. That poetic idea of 'the words just came to me' is so close to being a lie it might as well be truth. I don't even know what that means.Read Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But yes, here's the paper, but it's not really paper as it is a document, digitally displayed and trapped within the monitor. My fingers lay listlessly on the keys, spread out like branching spiders, ready to dance if only they had the motivation. I sip some tea and stare at the blinking cursor, mocking me as it lingers on the first line, never moving never leaving.
I sip from my tea, black, but not the cheap brand that smells like fish, no this was the loose leaf stuff that had a stronger taste but requires some skill brewing or you'll overstep it and make it bitter. And nothing is worse than bitter tea after endeavoring to make a perfect cup but having been d
See poem for titleMiss Marionette and The Porcelain PrincessSee poem for title8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Miss Marionette and The Porcelain Princess,
Sitting on a toy store's shelf.
The latter flirts with all the boys;
She's the prettiest of all the toys...
Miss Marionette stays by herself.
But they're always seen together
When The Princess's fun ends.
For though different as day and night,
In spite of the occasional fight,
They could not be better friends.
The Porcelain Princess
Seemed born without flaws.
Her face pale and sweet,
Body shapely and petite,
She, the prettiest-made of dolls.
Lacked her friend's beauty and luck.
She was lanky and awkward
Sometimes too blunt and forward,
And the epitome of a klutz.
The only thing Miss Marionette
Could truly do was talk.
Her words were well chosen;
Could be tender or frozen.
But with her troublesome strings, she couldn't walk.
But The Porcelain Princess never tripped.
So while Miss Marionette would try to walk again,
The Princess could prance
Around and giddily dance,
Not knowing the pai
Christian Struggle. Faith pt.1FAITH pt.1Christian Struggle. Faith pt.15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was in this small town. To my right was a road that led to the city and to my left was a forest. To be a small town it was full of people, walking up and down the streets. It was odd to see such small towns crowded like this. I looked up to the sky and noticed that it was cloudy. I didn't remember where I was goingit happened to me often I just knew I had to keep walking, so I did. I stopped a few times and fought the urge to turn around and walk away. Everyone was walking in an opposite direction than me. I also noticed that there were no kids around, that was strange. Then I noticed, everyone seemed to be lost. There was something that bothered me in their expressions. They were desperate though they did not dare to run. I started to feel uneasy. What was going on in the other side that they were walking away with such fear in their eyes? I began to turn around to leave and it was then that I saw it. They were everywhere! Strangebut han
November AnymoreNovember AnymoreNovember Anymore7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to have a love for the beauteous fall,
But it's bleaker now, and I'm not sure I like it much at all.
With false hope and broken dreams
November's colder than it seems.
For with every cold November breath,
I catch the scent of nearer death;
And I'm stuck with more problems than I've ever faced before.
With my back against the wall, I don't like November anymore.
The remaining foliage on the trees
No longer serves to bring me glee.
Instead it just reminds me of,
The fragility of life and love.
For though both appear so vast;
Like the leaves, they're gone so fast.
And I do believe Fate has something in store
For me and my friends, and I don't like November anymore.
If I may venture to be so bold,
I'd ask November as to why its cold;
What is it I've done or didn't say
To send your autumnal wrath my way?
And what of my companions too?
What have they ever done to you?
This autumn at misfortune's door
Leaving me to say that I don't like November anymore.
What is it tha
King of Kings and Lord of LordKing of Kings and Lord of Lords,King of Kings and Lord of Lord6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You heal me when I am sore.
Though many times I might have died,
You never did leave my side.
When in darkness demons came,
You, my God, chased them away.
When in darkness I did hide,
You were there, my map and guide.
When as an apple my heart did rot,
You gave me Your Son, the One You begot.
Now I thank You, My Lord and King.
Thank You, God, for everything.
Clan Ground - Chapter OneClan GroundClan Ground - Chapter One7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Clare Bell
The gathering was to take place in the older part of the meadow, about the flat-topped stone the herders called the sunning rock. Thakur, the herding teacher for the clan, arrived first. With a glance over the meadow to see if anyone else was coming, he bunched his hindquarters and leaped up on the gray stone, then stretched out to catch the suns last warmth. Insects droned about his ears and a rock lizard hissed at him for taking the best spot. He flicked his tail at the lizard once, then ignored it.
Thakur shifted himself in the slight hollow worn by the many who had lain there before him and felt the sun-gathered heat of the stone though the fur of his belly. He folded his forepaws beneath him and let a soft purr flutter in his throat as the evening breeze ruffled the fur on his back. Then the breeze died away and only the twilight stillness and the sce
Swiftstorm's StorySwiftstorm's Story4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pale colors rose as dawn spreading its warm wings across the starry night sky. It was cloudless; nothing marred the scene in the sky above. In the early morning hours, when brilliant colors of reds and pinks, oranges and purples streaked the sky new life was beginning. A yowl split the calm air of twittering birds. It came from a barn, just a small little thing that hadn't been cared for for years. An orange tabby cat paced nervously outside of the barn door, a worried expression on his face. He froze as another agonized yowl erupted from the barn doors, his face contorted in pain that he couldn't comfort the hurting cat inside that he loved, even more so that he knew that he had once again caused this great discomfort.
Past the unhinged barn doors, in a nest of soft moss, a she-cat lay, her mouth open in a soundless, screaming howl as a ripple crossed her pale brown body. Another she-cat, black as the night without stars, sat beside her, whispering soft words of comfort, staring frost
The Halloween BullyThe Halloween Bully1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, in a quiet American suburb, the holiday season that is Halloween was upon them. The evening was still young, but already children were busy gathering their annual horde of candy. Kids of all ages got involved with the festivity, dressed as ghouls, witches, vampires; just about anything their imagination could come up with. Doorbells were worked overtime, and the well known phrase of ‘Trick or Treat’ could be heard up and down the suburb street. It was a particularly fruitful year for the children, with tons of the sweet-stuff being handed out. There were Smarties, Starburst chews that make the mouth water just thinking about them, PopRocks, with their explosion-like reaction and tingling of the gums, Butterfingers, KitKats, Snickers, Candy Corns, and even the occasional toffee apple.
This was all made possible in a peaceful, wealthy town where all of the parents knew each other; and the same was said for the kids. One, well-known, high school
Tea With CupidTea With CupidTea With Cupid8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sat Cupid down for tea;
And after telling him to be frank,
I simply asked him, point-blank,
What his problem was with me.
He sipped his tea as if to stall,
Shook his head, and said my name,
Then told me I was truly vain
To think I had it worst of all.
Now I could not take this quietly;
Never would I think to state
That all others had it great,
He had no clue about me.
He sighed, exasperation plain,
Massaged his head,
And then he said
He would allow me to explain.
Satisfied with this, I began,
By telling him first,
Though I did not have it worst,
My love life was not so grand.
He gave a condescending yawn,
To say it wasn't the first time
He'd heard a story such as mine,
But still, he told me to go on.
I said it was understandable,
To pick on cynical me,
Who had ridiculed he
Calling his art deplorable.
Something I never hoped to get...
It made people so fragile and weak;
I thought of love as something meek,
But love is quite the threat.
And this I learned quite fast,
How LeafxCrow Should've Ended This is the script for a Warriors spoof I made and put on youtube (with the help of some other youtubers). If you want to see the actual video, look in the description for the linkHow LeafxCrow Should've Ended4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This script is based off of the idea that Leafpool and Crowfeather, when they were running away, never met Midnight and never went back to the Clans. They had the same kits, who they trained in the ways Clan cats. Hollyleaf accidentally ran off a cliff and died. Jayfeather had a dream telling him and Lionblaze to travel to ThunderClan, because the Clans needed their help. The two toms arrive in ThunderClan, and this script takes place at the time of the Gathering when Firestar introduces his two grandsons to the other clans.
HEATHERTAIL: Hiiiiiiiiii, I'm Heathertail.
LIONBLAZE: I'm Lionblaze.
CINDERHEART: I knew that!
HEATHERTAIL: he wasn't talking to you
CINDERHEART: Get your paws off my Lion
Ratha's Creature, Ch1Ratha's Creature by Clare BellRatha's Creature, Ch17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ratha leaped over a fern thicket and dug her paws into the spongy ground as she dodged sharp horns. One prong sifted through her fur and she skittered away from the beast. She turned and stood her ground with hunched shoulders and twitching tail. Her quarry advanced. A two-pronged horn on the stag's nose joined the crown of points on the head and it lowered the entire array, charging at Ratha. She launched herself at the deer, both front paws spread. She landed on her rear paws and bounced sideways as the multi-horn pivoted heavily, trying to catch her on its spikes and pin her to the ground.
Each time the horns came near her, Ratha jumped sideways, forcing the stag to turn in a tight circle, unable to build up any speed or momentum. After several such circles, the beast's knees were trembling and Ratha smelled the sweat that was darkening the coarse, grey-tipped coat.
Ratha's IslandRatha's Island, a Twitter novelette by Clare Bell, author of the Ratha or Named series.Ratha's Island6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Prepared for Twitter by Sheila Ruth and Clare Bell. Inspiration by Sheila Ruth. Copyright 2009
The Twitter search tag or hashtag for the story posts is #rathafic. This archive file will be updated regularly.
Ratha, female leader of the Named cat clan, paused on the meadow trail, one forefoot raised.
To one side, the small three-toed horses that the Named called dapplebacks, huddled nervously.
On the other, the three-horned deer stamped and shook their heads.
The deer stabbed up with their forked nose-horns, as if at an invisible enemy only they could see.
Even the sky, choked with low clouds, seemed a threat. Ratha lifted her head, narrowing her eyes.
Just below the clouds two shapes circled.
Yes, they were birds, probably eagles, but she had never seen eagles this large.
Ratha knew the hawks and eagles that often sailed over clan ground, but she hadn't seen these birds before.
They seemed to fly mu
Way of the Wolf, Pride of the LionWay of the Wolf, Pride of the LionWay of the Wolf, Pride of the Lion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's never easy being a werewolf.
I've always been a loner, ever since I was bitten as a ten-year-old kid. No one in my family knew I was a werewolf, and I kept it hidden well. And once I was out of high school, I basically went on my own, living my own life, away from control-freak parents. I traveled a lot, visited a lot of places, but I tried to stay away from people, given my nature. I was in full control of my power, but still, I didn't want to risk an innocent person suffering the same thing I did.
Being a werewolf was nothing like what mythology said. A lot of what the books and modern fiction said was utter nonsense. First, I wasn't vulnerable to silver; I could touch it without being burned or poisoned. What I really had to avoid was a derivative compound of silver, called silver nitrate, which burned me on contact. Second, I didn't undergo an involuntary change at the full moon. Third, wolfs-bane actually served as a catalyst for healing fro
The Run.Pushing yourself just that much more,The Run.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beating the clock,
taking a deep breath,
stepping up the pace when you feel you can go no further.
The movement of your body as you race against yourself,
testing your strength and your willpower.
The regular pounding of your feet against the ground,
faster and faster,
until you feel you cannot find strength to go any further.
But you do.
the feeling the wind in your hair,
the sun on your arms.
The meditative state of mind as you continue on,
step by step.
The way all your worries vanish,
focusing all your attention on your body,
Faster, further, stronger.
Always trying harder.
Testing yourself to the limit.
Pushing yourself to the edge of your strength and will.
That's what living feels like.
The exhilaration. The rush.
The constant beat. The thrill.
Just One Bite-Ch.1-CutJust One Bite-Ch.1-Cut4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter One: Cut
Upon returning to our shared home, Sonics' eyes were fogged with sleepiness. I jogged up a little staircase to our bedroom, gently laying him down on the king size, Egyptian cotton-covered bed. Sonic raised the upper half of his body slowly almost immediately after being set down, scratching at his oceanic quills attached to his head. "Shadow?" he whispered. When I was going to leave the room, I rotated myself to face my lover.
"Yes?" Sonic gripped at his frayed jeans, head hung down, eyes pressed shut and a heavy pink tickling his muzzle. "D-Don't go " he rasped. My bloody eyes brightened; 'Perhaps I could show him now ' the thought that encircled my mind caused a smirk to form and my eyes to narrow lustfully.
I strode over to the plush bed, lying on top of Sonic, ebony hand cupping the right side of his muzzle. "Don't worry; I won't be leaving for a bit " I growled. Sonic would have grinned if I hadn't sealed his lips off. I picked up his eyes going wi
TFS Fighting for UsTFS Fighting for Us3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The morning sun shone in through the window as Robert bustled about in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finishes brewing. Shirley leaned in the doorway groggily watching him until he took notice of her. Picking up a full coffee cup he went over to her, "Morning hun."
She leaned into him, rubbing her face against the fur on his chest for a moment before taking the cup, "Mmmmm Thanks."
She slowly made her way across the kitchen and took a seat at their small table. Leaning heavily against it she rubbed her head, "Uhnnn What did I do last night?"
Robert smiled and picked up an empty bottle from the counter, "Well, you talked to your mom for a while. Then you drained this bottle of tequila."
Dropping her head onto the table she mumbled, "Oh Christ, that's right. We gotta pack tonight; we're leaving in the morning!"
Robert grimaced slightly but didn't say anything. Turning away, he went back to preparing their breakfast.
An Owner's PromiseWhen you get me as a puppy,An Owner's Promise4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Promise to be patient with me.
Teach me all I need to learn,
So that one day,
I will be the best companion you've ever seen!
As I grow up,
Promise you'll play with me.
My youth doesn't last long,
Enjoy these precious moments while they last!
When I'm finally a mature dog,
Promise to still keep me around.
I know I won't be that adorable pup,
But that doesn't change the fact,
That you're my first love!
As I start getting old,
Promise you'll wait for me.
I won't move as fast as I used to,
But trust me,
There's no place I'd rather be than at your side!
When my last day on earth comes,
Promise to be there with me.
I might be scared and need your support,
So before I close my eyes,
I want to see your face one last time.
As the days after my passing wear on,
Promise to remember me.
I'm still here watching over you,
So dry those eyes,
I promise we'll be together again!