Principalities and PowersThe angels that did not keep their proper domain Jude 1:6Principalities and Powers4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The angels who sinned II Peter 2:4
EnoughMelissa remained in her chambers, waiting for them to return. Searing only a short dress, she sat against the wall, restrained tightly. The iron collar around her neck was fused to a solid bar that went straight down to her feet. Two holes just wide enough for her ankles were present at the end, with two additional holes to trap her hands partway up the hole as well. The collar was chained to the wall behind her, with the posterior end fastened to a ring in the floor. The device restricted her position to remain with her back bent slightly forward, and her knees bent, rendering her extremely uncomfortable.Enough5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, it could always be worse. I could have been turned to stone.
The last year or so of her life had been extremely difficult on her and quite unique, mostly such that it had lasted over a thousand years. Twelve hundred, actually. So much changed for her in a short time that it was impossible to keep away the suspicion that she was dreaming. How could something so horrible l
The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
The DictatorSitting in a palatial wardroomThe Dictator3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by bullet-ridden walls
He watches the latest soap opera
Tearing up as he learns
That Jeffy won't be playing football again
Fool the people
Play the game
Before you knock
Tell me my name
His guns are shiny
His shoes are too
His teeth are capped in platinum
His arms are tattooed
Fool the people
Play the game
Showering with filthy billions
Still you reek of shame
It's the U.S. on Line 1
It's the Kremlin on Line 2
Is my yacht ready
Make sure it's stocked with champagne
Fool the people
Play the game
Are you winning
As you run in vain?
Schmoozing with the debutantes
Of Princes in your land
They bow to kiss your ring
Isn't life grand?
As choppers cut down the rabble
Thrill to the 30mm auto-cannon serenade
Blood fills the gutters
And new orphans weep, afraid
Fool the people
Play the game
Satan has your table ready
At the Chateau d' Profane
Cameras flash as reporters query
Do you still intend to parry
The critique of your sty
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is nothing wrong with inserting yourself into a story. Like anything, it can be well done or... not so well done. The fact is, the majority of people who tend to write about self inserts happen to be beginners. Naturally, that causes there to be a pattern of certain, specific mistakes that are frequently found whilst reading anything on the internet. The purpose of this deviation isn't to say that self inserts are bad. I'm simply going to point out the most common mistakes that we usually encounter.
1. Making ourselves better than we really are.
Don't be fooled by the word "better." This can be replaced with mysterious, deep, dark, tragic, romantic, lovable... anything we want. Maybe a mix of a few of those things. The point is, the version of ourselves will be biased.
2. Not making anything bad happen to yourself
Let's talk about the word "bad." Does this mean something, perhaps, like... getting a disease? No. It means anything that interferes with
Golden Blood -- Ch. 1Chapter One - SyraGolden Blood -- Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a time when dragons ruled the earth. But that time is past.
I often asked myself how this came to be. How we, the rulers of the sky, the magic-shapers and fire-breathers, could have descended so low in what seems like such little time. I wasn't alive for much of the dragons' rule. It ended when I was only five cycles old. And yet I still missed it, I missed it with every inch of me that hated the humans, and loved magic.
Well, I supposed there was nothing for it.
Our land-- if we truly had the right to call it our land any longer-- was a beautiful place. I marvelled at its beauty everywhere I went; at the black mountains frosted with glittering snow, at the shivering reflections of sunlight on the lakes. Every journey held a new discovery, and a new beauty that could take my breath away. The life of a nomad was suited to me, that I could find beauty in the simplest of things, and endure some discomfort for it. My brother, however
Well, he's a d
Kingdom Hearts Fanfic 24Kingdom Hearts Fanfic 245 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kingdom Hearts Birth By Awakening
Chapter 24: Fighting For A Friend
The battle between the Homonculi Envy and Super Saiyan 2 Bobby waged on with Envy being beat. The others only watched and saw how far Bobby was willing to go to avenge Ed and rescue Al and Rose.
"I've never seen Bobby like this before in a fight." Sora said.
"I have Sora." Aqua told him, thinking of their battle against Terranort in Radiant Garden years earlier.
"You can do it Bobby! Show that Homonculi no mercy!" Armstrong exclaimed, supporting Bobby.
"You've got it in the bag!" Steve also said.
"You think you're gonna beat me?!" Envy exclaimed to Bobby.
"You're worn out aren't you?" Bobby replied, taunting him.
"HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME!!! DIEEEEE!!!"
Envy charged at Bobby with all his might but however, Bobby pierced Envy with his keyblade.
"Im-impossible." Envy faintly said, looking at his bloody hands.
Bobby pulled his keyblade out from Envy and watched him kneel on the ground, holding his hand on his wound. Bobby the
Serial KillerHandling knives with utmost care,Serial Killer4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smell of death lingering in the air,
Blood splattered on everything I wear.
Motive or disease;
A quick kill just doesn't please.
The loud tortured screams,
Tears flowing in streams.
I cause quite a scare,
Limbs of my victims strewn here and there.
They scream that I'm going to Hell,
But oh, very well.
It's better than this society that fell.
I always get away,
In this game that I play,
I love to kill every night and day.
And I will not cry
Over the day I will die,
Because death and I aren't very shy.
I'll kill to my demise,
And I will say no goodbyes,
For it's in the ground where all my friends lie.
Persephones Letter to HadesThe day you came and took me awayPersephones Letter to Hades4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Was the day that Gaia's seasons changed.
You made my mother Demeter cry,
But I never felt so alive.
My sweet beloved dark god, Hades.
Eyes dark as granite
The best thing I ever did was bite that pomegranate.
I cannot bear to live with-out you
Yet I am frost too.
Half the year I spend with you
Is like honey doo,
Sweet and Delectable.
Hades my love
You have given me so much
And when we are apart
My heart begins to break apart.
It might only be six months away from you
Though still I pray, I do
So you and I can be one
My beloved dark Lord, our story has just began.
And until we are together again
At summer's end,
I hope you hold this letter close
So you will forever know
That my love is forever yours.
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
In The Mind of a Serial Killer Some would call me crazy. How could that be?Those people had it coming! Why? Because of how the looked at me!In The Mind of a Serial Killer7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The first one was a mistake, yes. Yes, a mistake. She looked at me like I was some, some animal! So, I pushed her. And down she descended, down the stairs of an empty hall.
But, something happened! I got a feeling, one that had been missing most my life. Bliss, that I could control someone else's life in my very own hands! Watch the fire go out of their eyes! Oh, and how much joy their screams have brought me! Ha! They all deserved it!
How could you call me a monster? If anything, I am an angel!
Art is what it is. All the ways I have killed. Drowning, cutting their hearts out while it still beats, cutting off their fingers as they scream. The last two are my favorite.
Best of all is the fame! E
Kingdom Hearts Fanfic 34Kingdom Hearts Fanfic 345 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Awakening
Chapter 34: The One Winged Angel
"It's Sephiroth!" Sora exclaimed as he saw the familiar villain he last encountered in Radiant Garden.
"Sephiorth, never thought we'd see him again." Barret said.
"So what's the deal with Sephiroth?" Sere asked.
The story of Sephiroth was told by all those who knew him.
"Whoa. Now THAT'S what I call crazy!" Steve said after he listened to Sephiroth's origin.
"As long as Bobby and Cloud can defeat him, then the world will be safe." Tifa said.
However, the fight wasn't going so good. Sephiroth was blocking Bobby and Cloud's attacks one by one. The two were having trouble keeping up with him, especially with Bobby as a Super Saiyan. They were badly bruised and was bearly able to fight Sephiroth.
"Is this all you got? How disappointing." He taunted to the two.
"Damn it! He's too strong for us!" Bobby exclaimed.
"We can't give up!" Cloud told him.
Bobby and Cloud charged again but was knocked back by Sephiorth's Masamune.
Quotes from serial killers"One side of me says 'wow that's an attractive chick, I'd like to talk to her, date her' the other side says I wonder what her head would look like on a stick." -Edmund KemperQuotes from serial killers9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"I just wanted to see how it felt to shoot Grandma." - Edmund Kemper
"The first good-looking girl I see tonight is going to die." - Edmund Kemper
"I remember there was actually a sexual thrill . . . you hear that little pop and pull their heads off and hold their heads up by the hair. Whipping their heads off, their body sitting there. That'd get me off." - Edmund Kemper
"I am not insane, I'm just queer."-Albert Fish
final words: "Kiss my ass!"-John Wayne Gacy
"You have not caught me yet and you are not likely to. I shall keep on at my work, for I love it, and I will send you something for a Christmas box."
- Jack The Ripper
"I'm not an alien maniac, nor yet a foreign tripper. I'm just your jolly, lively friend. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper." - Jack The Ripper
"We all go a little mad sometimes"- Norman Bates
50 Signs of the Apocalypse1. A man burns down New York City trying to microwave Canned Bread.50 Signs of the Apocalypse4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Alaska passes a law enforcing a mandatory bikini dress code for all persons outdoors.
3. Texas becomes its own Republic (again) and invades Oklahoma.
4. North and South finally settle their differences and become one big Dakota.
5. A Mary-Sue becomes an International Best-Selling Author.
6. The Government hires zombies and trains them to eat vegans.
7. North Korea has a Nuclear Misfire and blows itself to kingdom come.
8. A private detective reveals a clan of lethargic, overweight ninjas.
9. The Earth's core spontaneously turns into fondue.
10. Violent Riots of angry Pacifists strike major streets across the nation.
11. The USA suddenly turns to Soviet-Dictatorship rule by Evil Robots.
12. Artificial Intelligence becomes a reality, soon followed by Artificial Stupidity (think GIR from I
Principalities and Powers IINames MeaningPrincipalities and Powers II4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Beelzebub Lord of the Flies 2 Kings 1:2, Matthew 12:24
Belial Worthless &
Me, You and ShoesI saw your shoes the other day. It was just a glimpse of them as you went through the door, but it was enough. Funny, there must have been fifty people around. It's been years and my subconscious can still pick you out of a crowd.Me, You and Shoes3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wasn't sure it was you, though. That's why I'm eating lunch on this bench. I was checking to make sure it wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me, digging up old stuff I thought I buried behind everything I tried to make new in my life. I used to follow guys in orange coats down the hallway, praying they'd turn around and be you. I always felt foolish when they weren't, but it took me months to break the habit. I wanted to make sure I wasn't suffering a relapse.
Of course, it was you. God loves to pretend he's one of those strangers who have a nasty habit of returning things you tried your hardest to lose.
You didn't see me. But then, y
The HoldersThe HoldersThe Holders4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In any city, in any country, there's a mental institution or halfway house you can try any of these in. There were 2538 of these, but 2000 were lost. They must never come together. Ever.
Holder of the End
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving,
DrowningDrowning in chaosDrowning3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Drowning in fears
Drowning in silence
and drowning in tears
Tried to be happy
Tried to be brave
But that means little
on your way to a grave
Didn't want hope
Don't want to care
Don't want to stay lonely
but love is nowhere
If I stay much longer
My spirit will break
So I'll leave before then
to sooth my souls ache
So sick of drowning
So in flames I'll die
Settled at last
By deaths lullaby.
TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road jokeWhy does the Dunmer cross the road?TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road joke3 years ago in Humor More Like This
We pretend to have interviewed some eminent minds in order to answer this question.
If the Dunmer walks five miles in one hour it will take him precisely two seconds and a third of a second to cross the road.
The road is one-way only and I await at the end of it.
Hmm, I like nasty Dunmers...
We all have to cross the road to open our mind to more knowledge but shall not step away from the path of wisdom.
The Dunmer goes where the wind blows and no road will tell him where to walk.
He must be looking for some fertile grounds to plant some seeds...
Luck may be found at every crossroad... or not!
Surely this is one more questing Dunmer adventurer, may his courage be rewarding.
Roads were made to be followed or crossed, the Dunmer deals the road his own way.
Wondrous plains of green grass, and may the moths pass.
What's the point of making up some plot if
My Journey to FaithMy own journey to faith has been a long complex one.My Journey to Faith5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Like most African Americans of the 30's, my parents were raised in the church, but neither
of them were really Christians. Furthermore my dad had a bitter experience in church when he
was young that forever soured him to religion and he had absolutely no interest in it.
Mom believed in God and enjoyed watching Robert Schuller's on TV, but her belief in God was mixed
with a hodgepodge of other things, including reincarnation. She was also a firm believer in 'to each his own.'
She thought that all paths led to God and that as long as one led a good life that was enough.
Despite this, God had His hand on me, because from the time I was little I instinctively sought Him.
Very early on I had a deep curiosity and hunger for spiritual things. I loved Bible stories and was
very curious about God. On the few occasions my mom or some other relative took me to visit a church
or Sunday school, I always felt a strange yearning. I wanted something