mortalityIt was all happening in slow motion, he didn't have time to think, just to stand there. All he could hear was rushing noise, and bright lights in his eyes, making it hard to see anything else. He couldn't understand what was happening, why things had slowed down. He turned his head to the side to look at Logan, but he couldn't see anything but white light, that's when the terror hit and reality kicked back in, but he still couldn't move.mortality6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sho felt a small scream catch at the back of his throat as the truck blared its horn, it was suddenly rushing at him faster than it was before. He didn't have time to move, not that his legs were obeying him anyway. He felt rooted to the spot, by some unearthly force, but it was the fact that he couldn't see Logan which was more terrifying than the truck rushing at him.
He hadn't told him he loved him, or got to say good bye. He hadn't even met Sakurai-sama, and he was going to die. Sho glanced around again but still couldn't see Logan. Finally he was
Umbra - Ch1. Mirror LakeIn the Umbra, there is an endless lake. Endless in distance and depth, the Mirror Lake brings an unnerving truth to morbid legend of a torturous underworld. Those who bring themselves to look against the surface of the lake are said to entrap their living souls beneath it, eternally.Umbra - Ch1. Mirror Lake7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Breaking the mirrors surface, he erupted from the calmness. Water shattered in waves all around him and his arms flailed for something, anything. Breathless and panicking, he found a hanging rope. Or was it thrown to him?
The rope was icy and fraying, and it stung his fingertips. His body ached. His muscles were cold and wrenching as they struggled to give him the strength to crawl from the water. As it dripped from his body, it felt thick and heavy and it stuck to him like blood. He screamed, vulnerable and dying again. Dying all over again, freezing.
Kneeling on the snowy, wooden pier, he was alone. It was quiet and there was nothing.
He was beyond the water. He was above the surface.
Looking back into
Lisette de Beaumanoir 1939-451939 Paris, FranceLisette de Beaumanoir 1939-456 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The hot water stung her legs as Lisette slipped her body slowly into the steaming bath. As the immediate pain subsided she finally began to relax, her back freeing itself of knots she hadnt even realised were there. It had been a long day, the new shipments had come in, the petty thieves had brought home respectable hauls, and here she sat, at the top of her own little empire, an underworld queen in ways that most of her employees would never even imagine.
She lit her fat newly-smuggled cigar and smiled. The smoke danced slowly around her fingertips.
Life was good.
It hadnt always been this way though. Lisette shuddered despite the hot water as she recalled the years she had spent living in the depths of the catacombs.
It hadnt really been that bad though, before long many of the clanless vampire rejects had taken up residence alongside her. In time she had chiselled out quite a respectable niche for herself down there, taking up a pos
Business with a Vampire IICire slowly stepped out of the marble bathroom of his luxury suite surrounded by a cloud of steam, slowly toweling his damp hair. His emerald eyes flickered up as Soren approached him, scowling at the interruption. He had just arrived to Paris and he was hoping for at least this one quiet first night.Business with a Vampire II5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Please excuse the intrusion" Soren nodded as he strided up to stand in front of Cire. "It seems you've been left a gift. Someone wants a meeting with you. I've read the note and it traces to a certain vampire woman. The one Amanita encountered before."
"Gift?" Cire asked, as he continued to towel his hair while wondering what this was all about.
Soren tilted his head toward the doorway of Cire's suite and barked "bring him."
Two guards carried in a naked young man, his eyes blindfolded, his mouth gagged and his arms tied in front of him. He wore a collar around his neck with a dangling ribbon. He trembled as the guards gently set him down and stood on either side of him, each one firmly
Cadeyrn - Fateful MeetingSomething about the boy intrigued him, an air to his demeanour perhaps, or a quirk in his cocky grin? The crow shifted uneasily from one foot to the other as he pondered. Was there something in his blood that made him special? He did appear to be half-demon after all, but that couldn't be it, he had taken many full blooded demons that had not even piqued his interest. He was inexplicably drawn to him, he couldn't explain it, didn't even understand it, but against all logic, being in the presence of this boy brought him... joy.Cadeyrn - Fateful Meeting5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Yes, today it was time, he didn't know if this would bring the answers he wanted, but he could no longer sit back and simply wait for them to appear.
Cadeyrn swung his sword fiercely, slicing through the air and turning his body to divert an imagined attack. He was fourteen years old and already able to best many of the warriors in his father's employ.
Wearing light armour which protected his sword arm and shins he swivelled and launched at his imaginary foe. His
It doesn't mean...Being a Christian...It doesn't mean...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
...doesn't mean I will shove my faith down your throats.
...doesn't mean I wear a suit to church.
...doesn't mean I regularly go to church.
...doesn't mean I won't get tattoos or piercings.
...doesn't mean I can't use curse words.
...doesn't mean I care about every little tragedy.
...doesn't mean I hate you for being gay.
...doesn't mean I'm boring.
...doesn't mean that I protest abortion clinics.
...doesn't mean I can't eat until I pray.
...doesn't mean I don't like Santa Claus.
...doesn't mean that I know everything there is to know about the Bible.
...doesn't mean I'm perfect.
...doesn't make me less of a human.
Being a Chrisian just means I believe in Jesus.
Get over yourselves.
You say YOU'RE Persecuted?In 52 countries, they can kill me.You say YOU'RE Persecuted?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you say you're persecuted.
HomophobiaIt is a knife in the back of honest people, baring all for you to only stare and scoff.Homophobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes, were they created to judge? Your hands, were they created to destroy? You voice, was it created to opress?
And, in this life, were you brought here to hate? Do your morals point you toward hostility and anger? For I have never once looked upon you with such disgust without valid reason from my coscience. For up until now, you had not harmed me.
As a human, I looked upon you with respect. As a person, I looked upon you with courtesy.
But as a lesbian, I should not have to look upon you with fear.
LipstickI keep having these weird dreams where Im stuck in a wooden box with a really really sharp knife, I say.Lipstick6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh, Rhiannon, I think all that lipstick is finally getting to your brain, says Sabine.
Leave me alone about the lipstick, I say.
The lipstick started during the divorce, and even though all is better now, the lipstick habit still remains. But seriously, it tastes good. Its not like I eat it when Im extra sad about the divorce or anything like that. It all comes down to the simple fact that I enjoy this stuff.
Have you tried the orange kind yet? Sabine asks me. Because Ive always wondered if it tastes like oranges.
I said, leave me alone about the lipstick. Sabine can really annoy the hell out of me sometimes. Im trying to tell you about this dream.
Okay, lets hear it. Youre in
Overtime Conclusion Georgie woke early, her body crying out for more sleep but her internal clock was telling her it was time to work. A quick glance at the digital clock by her bedside confirmed this and she stretched, her right hand coming into contact with the sleeping body beside her. She smiled and blushed as the previous nights events came back to her and made every nerve in her body tingle. Especially the ones between her legs.Overtime Conclusion4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Who knew the strict Senior Constable would be so wild and carefree? Who knew she would be here in Georgie's bed, sleeping deeply after a night of immensely pleasurable lovemaking? Her thoughts halted then as she reassessed her terminology. Lovemaking? Is that what it was for Charlie? Does she know how much I really feel for her?
She didn't have time to dwell on her questions and their possible answers for too long, because the woman she was thinking about began to stir and groan beneath the covers. Georgie smiled when a very tousled
Aaron's Bedtime StoryOnce upon a time, there was a man and a woman. They loved each other very much, and they got married. After lots of time had gone by, the man and woman really wanted a baby. So they sent a gilded letter to the stork, and within one week, the stork delivered them a little baby boy. He was perfectly small, with ten fingers and ten toes, a mushy little body and the voice of an angel. The man and the woman loved their child very, very much. The couple took good care of their baby, but the boy was missing something. So every night before he fell asleep, his mommy would sneak into his room and roll him in sugar to make him sweet. The boy became very, very sweet and kind and gentle, and his mommy liked that. But he had so much sugar that he didn't look right, So every night before he fell asleep, his mommy would sneak into his room and dip him in chocolate to make him dark. He became a sweet chocolatey color and his mommy liked that too, but he was still missing something. He was missing manyAaron's Bedtime Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Since You've ReturnedSince You've Returned3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I honestly didn't know what to do. In a single night, had lost my two best friends.
I pushed forward- I really did! But... I felt so scared.
You know I cared about you, didn't you? About both of you! How could I have known the girl I was so sure I loved would disappear? That my best friend would turn his back on me!?
I made more friends, and I traveled to so many worlds that I was overwhelmed! I was just a kid- so why did I have to save the worlds?
I didn't remember that man from when we were children until recently but... It makes sense now.
I learned so much, looking for you two. I was looking for both of you, you know! I wanted you both back... so badly... and when I found you...
There's like a whole year missing from my memory after that horrifying meeting!
I don't know how it happened. I don't understand completely, but I was asleep for so long...
Then it was like all my previous work of saving the worlds been meaningless! This 'Organization', this 'Kingdom Heart
Angel Hunt : Memories 07Angel Hunt : Memories 074 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Angel Hunt | Memories
Fanuel stood at the edge of his brother's bed, his arms crossed beneath his chest in quiet protest as he watched the older Angel's attentions trained on the dying creature alone. He didn't like this any of it. What could have possibly possessed his brother to bring this thing into his inner sanctum, to risk his very life and bring it into the Heavens themselves?
He looked down at the figure and frowned its breath was shallow, the subtle rise and fall of its chest the only indicator that it even still lived. Its skin had a blackish tint laced throughout and its stark white hair only pronounced the sickish coloring, thin tendrils of pitch tinted veins covered almost every inch of its flesh.
"What is it?" Fanuel finally asked, the distaste in his voice clear.
Fuan reached out and gently brushed white plaits from the Demon's eyes, his light silver gaze sweeping over the man's features for a few moments before he chose to answer.
I died for herShe danced with me,I died for her5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I danced with her.
She sang to me,
I sang with her.
She cared for me,
I cared for her.
She lived for me,
I died for her.
They cast me aside,
She gave me love.
They made me cry,
She gave me love.
They made me die,
She gave me love.
And at my grave,
She gives me love.
I had no job,
She gave me one.
I had no support,
She gave me some.
I had no friends,
But she was one.
I have no life,
And yet she comes.
My mother teased me,
But not her.
My brother teased me,
But not her.
My father teased me,
But not her.
Only one would please me,
And it was her.
I fought for rights,
She fought for rights.
I fought for equality,
While she worked nights.
I fought to marry,
She fought for dykes.
We fought together,
And lost the fight.
I got hurt in a fight,
She couldn't come.
I was dying alone,
She couldn't come.
They could've saved me,
But wouldn't take her income.
I died all alone,
So she promises to come.
She danced with me,
I danced with her.
She sang to me,
I sang with her.
Eden : FireEden : Fire4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
89 : Fire
Fingers wrapped with well worn leather grasp onto a chunk of flame red hair, yanking back desperately in a feeble attempt to stop the momentum that's rapidly carrying his companion within reach of sharp metal-like claws aimed for the tenderness of an exposed throat.
Too late the Trader realizes his folly when a second set of claws streamlines back, a shriek of pain torn from his lips as hot crimson liquid boils to the surface when the Hunter rakes down -his skin and tissue shredded as if his wrist were made of simple parchment, forcing the man to release his grip in an instant. Without pause his would-be captive spins again, red rimmed silver eyes reflecting little beyond acute rage and determination as he lunges for the Trader's companion once more, felling him so quickly that he's given no time to even scream as he crumples onto the rough ground below.
Surrounded by four others in the campaign, another Hunter lies already subdued the same creature t
Fractions : JenovaFractions : Jenova4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Angel Hunt : Fractions
Jenova's eyes suddenly snap open, clear crimson pools darting around the large darkened room for a moment before coming to rest on the man in his arms.
Careless. It is careless to fall asleep even if for a moment, the risk is too great.
He turns his head in the slightest, his red gaze sweeping momentarily over the ginger haired Selestarri as his chest rises and falls gently; his breathing slow and steady and his face holding the perfect mask of a peaceful sleep.
There is only one other that has buried themselves in his mind to this point. Only one other that he would drop his guard for long enough to fall asleep.
The Demon smirks to himself and slides the tip of his claws up to the Eclipse's face to brush long tangled strands away from closed eyes.
Only one other
"Love me "
The desperation in his former lover's voice is c
How We Used to LoveWe used to love without question,How We Used to Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hands pattering over yielding bodies
like gentle raindrops,
(glances like secret messages
revealed by soft touches in the dark)
We use to love without wanting,
just needing each other's warmth
and cuddling close to get it.
(fingers twining around fingers,
our own fleshy lifelines flushed pink
from the racing of our hearts)
We used to love without hurting;
with lips and tongues and soft fingertips
that left tingly pathways on our skin.
(still feeling each other's hands the morning after,
touching places they touched,
searching for their scent in our nostrils)
And we used to love, just love,
with our hands and our hearts and our glances.
(when the world was a little less cruel
and we were a little less sad,
and no one cared how we saw the world,
just that we saw it at all)
An Open Letter to Taylor SwiftDear Taylor Swift,An Open Letter to Taylor Swift3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Your music is terrible. Well, okay, maybe not all of it. Just the lyrics.
Truth is, you're an immature weenie who can't accept any form of criticism. Proof? I've got proof.
Let's look at Mean, your newest single.
"Someday I'll be living in the big ol' city, and all you're ever gonna be is mean."
What the fuck is this? This is something that an awkward, bumbly 12-year old says to the other kids who call her weird. This is the phrase that people say when (surprise, surprise) They're in middle school and can't stand the "bullies". Half the time, those bullies are NORMAL kids picking on the WEIRDO. You know, the normal kids who go on to grow up and become things like doctors and engineers and singers? While the weird kids had no social skills and eventually became a janitor or something? Yeah.
"I can see you years from now in a bar...Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things, drunk and grumbling on about how I CAN'T SING. But all you are is mean."
The Ghost in the Attic : 01The Ghost in the AtticThe Ghost in the Attic : 015 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Names are Stupid : 01
He doesn't know his name, he never has. For the longest time he didn't even believe he had one to begin with because no matter how hard he tried to recall it, nothing would come to mind. He'd draw a blank whenever he attempted to remember anything about his past or what he'd been called before. Pretty soon, he just began to assume that he simply must not have a past or a name at all.
That's why I can never remember it, he'd thought one day while wandering through the overgrown garden framing the back end of his home, there just isn't anything there for me to remember.
It didn't matter to him, this whole having no name business. Having a name was stupid, he'd said to himself, only stupid people have names.
But even though there was this part of him that wanted to believe that, there was a different part that felt a little bitter over the fact that he just couldn't, for the life of him, remember who he was.
DragonfliesEvery time a baby diesDragonflies4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
God takes its' soul and then he cries
his tears create a small thing that flies
and the baby becomes a dragon fly.
LoveYou are so amazingly beautifulLove4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything about you is
From your eyes, face, smile, hair and everything else
But imagine all that beauty destroyed
All your flawless perfection destroyed by me
A sick thought to have isn't it?
Just imagine your face stained with wounds and blood instead of useless make-up
It would arouse me to see you that way
To watch you suffer at my hand
To listen to your muffled cries and screams
My desire wasn't always to cause you harm
I wanted to make you happy and show you i loved you
I always fantasized about holding hands with you
As we gazed into other's eyes while we walked side by side
But you lost feelings for me
So those fantasies were replaced with the desire to watch you suffer
But alas these would always only be thoughts and fantasies, never action
But in the meanwhile I wish you nothing but pure misery
I loved you
And i still do, but i loath you more
Angel Hunt : Memories 05Angel Hunt : Memories 055 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Angel Hunt | Memories
Fuan sighs as he moves gracefully down the halls of the mansion in the early hours of the morning, his footfalls resonating softly against marbled tile with every light step he takes. The pain isn't as bad this day as it has been in the recent weeks and for that he finds himself very grateful. Any time that he can walk freely without much effort extended is a welcomed change these days.
It has been a week since his Fortune Teller had left these walls to return to his shrine and he is already longing to be graced back in his company. Visits from his gentle Reader of Fates brings him a joy that he finds so hard to express with mere words and even though he is able to see the other man often, the time they have never seems to last nearly as long as he'd like.
The former Angel makes a leisurely way towards the far end of the hall on the fourth floor landing before he stops just in front of the heavily carved door to a room belonging to his
Why we REALLY hate fat girlsHello. If you're reading this, keep in mind the person writing it is a chubby chaser. This is a list of the REAL FUCKING REASONS we ("we" being "us boys/men") don't want to date you tubby girls.Why we REALLY hate fat girls4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. You complain about being overweight.
You know those emo kids in the corner? The ones who bitch and moan about every little thing until you swear their heads will implode from being so angsty? Yeah. That's what you're like. If you complain about yourself all the time about something you usually have control over, then either DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT or STFU please. When you hear something enough times, you start to believe it- so if we hear you griping about how ugly and fat you are, what are we going to think about you? Let's face it, nobody likes hanging around whining people (which is why everybody hates little kids) so knock that shit off and you just might score a boyfriend.
2. You stink.
There are two types of general stank: The "you just got home f