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.
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.
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 &
Finding Meaning in Meaningless ThingsThe casket glinted in the light as it hung over the grave. A few people shed tears, a few more tried to hide theirs. One woman dabbed at her eye with a black handkerchief. Others managed to keep their composure.Finding Meaning in Meaningless Things1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
None of the audience shuffled when a woman stepped behind the casket. Her black hair was cut short just below her shoulder, almost blending in with her black dress. A pair of diamond earrings sparkled in the sunlight.
She looked over the audience and futzed with the few sheets of paper she held in her hand. She took one glance at the papers, then lowered them and looked at the audience instead. They looked back at her with wanting expressions. Then she spoke.
"One day, I was walking with Eve and I asked her, 'If you had seventy minutes to do whatever you wanted, no matter how possible or legal, what would you do?' When I asked her this, she kept looking forward, and simply answered 'I would watch the world.' So, I asked her why.
"She broke into a big smile then, and I think you
Half-Dragon Solis, Chapter 1Chapter One - Crazy or Half-Dragon?Half-Dragon Solis, Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Right from the first day, being part dragon had never been pleasant. Oh, sure, it might seem like some fantasy geek's dream come true, but take it from me, the whole thing is much closer to a nightmare.
Let's see if I can explain this.
Friday night I was a regular, slightly pudgy guy, and by Saturday, I looked like a giant lizard on steroids. You know what? I hate scales. I hate them. They rub against each other all the time, whenever you move; it's almost like wearing chain mail. Except it's attached to your skin.
Oh, and then there was the actual dragon I'd merged with, who had a nasty habit of arguing with me inside my head.
This is a ridiculous mode of transportation was his current complaint, as I rode my bike down the street. Thankfully, being half dragon comes two-for-one with basic shapeshifting abilities, so I was able to revert mostly back to human form when I wanted. The bad news: I still had two plates of ar
Dragon Wings-- ProloguePART ONEDragon Wings-- Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The mountains of the western lands were tall and packed tightly together, huddling in groups as if in defence from the frigid skies. Trees and grass reached up over part of the mountains' bases, but the higher the stone stood, the less foliage was to be seen. By the time one reached a mountain peak, the world was devoid of life and colour, defined only by the breath of wind and swirls of silver snow. Once the moon was high in the night sky, the flurries rose to stinging storms, and the wind bit with a sudden new fury in the darkness. The sky grew pale and cloud-obscured, bathing the mountaintops in smudges of frosty white.
The high altitudes of the mountains saw few visitors, but it was during one of these cold, harsh nights that a group of five dragons were silhouetted against the crescent moon. The party folded their wings and drifted downwards, coming to rest on the craggy slope of the nearest mountain.
"Listen up!" the largest of them, a green-scaled male,
Putting Up my WallsPutting Up My WallsPutting Up my Walls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to have my walls down for everyone to come in
Anyone who seemed to care, anyone who "loved" me
But then I was used, thrown on the ground and stepped on
Till I was bruised, bleeding, weak and completely paralyzed
And from that day forward, I began to build up very tall walls
around my scarred up heart filled with shards of broken glass
So tall that if anyone were to even attempt and climb over them
That they'd become tired, and their hands full of oozing blisters.
No, I never had the desire to let one person in again to abuse me
The walls that have stood for years have caused my heart to chill
Because I didn't want to allow any ray of sunshine to come upon it
In fear that it would eventually become a horrible haunting darkness
That would cause me to recoil further into deep depressing despair
I'd rather be alone within these tall walls, then to be hurt again
For I believe even if I do find that one who manages to climb over
There will still be
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
Old DogsHe eyed the device with a curious look smeared across his face; Nathan raised an eyebrow when he spotted it.Old Dogs10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, that's a computer," he said, "Yes, you're going to rip it to pieces if you use your claws."
Quincy pivoted his head around the diminutive laptop, eying it from any angle he could position his head to--which didn't amount to very many. The dragon's head was simply too large to get around to see the rear of the laptop, nestled up against a wall in Nathan's garage. It was one of the only spots Nathan could really clear for his friend; generally they have every reason not to go to his house in the suburbs. Well, except for the fact that Nathan's house had power. Or any electrical wiring whatsoever, for that matter. Quincy didn't quite need these things; he'd padded across the earth in his blue hide for over 150 years, so he's had plenty of time to find other avenues of interest. It took him a long while to finally take an interest in electronics.
Zycra's bioZycra's bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Zycra Zordford
Species: Fire Succubus
Height: 113 feet/34m when Giant - 5'8 feet/1m70 when human sized.
Skin colour: Golden Brown
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Amber
Wing colour: Black and red
Other characteristics: Tattoo on her left arm
Zycra is an enthusiastic, fun-loving and excitable fire succubus. She has the appearance of a young beautiful woman with long black hair, most of the time tied in a long, flowing pony tail, adorned by two pairs of small horns. She has captivating amber slitted eyes, long pointy ears, red bat-like wings and a fairly tanned skin. She wears her family tattoo on her upper left arm.
Tomboyish and extremelly mischievious even for her kind, it is needless to say that Zycra is a prankster in the large sense of the word. Always living in the intensity of the moment, she thinks that almost everything has the potential to become a game to sat
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
Emo 101His girlfriend just dumped himEmo 1018 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
some freshmen just jumped him
his lifes got him stumped and hes so depressed
so now he wears makeup
to hide all his screwups
he says life is pain were not impressed
same pain, different poem .
Were all being whiners
lets put on eyeliner
your lifes on a timer in Emo 101
her converse, his girl pants
My Chemical Romance
so many depressed bands in Emo 101
hes feeling poetic
but all those cosmetics cant help him write
hes drinking and cutting
with boys now hes smutting
the world doesnt get him so he cries all night
same pain, different poem
Were all being whiners
lets put on eyeliner
your lifes on a timer in Emo 101
her converse, his girl pants
My Chemical Romance
so many depressed bands in Emo 101
dont forget to scream out on the very last note .
later that school year hes not glad to be here
hes pouting cau
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
Abortion is not a rightOh yeah, I went there. Again.Abortion is not a right4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Yeah, for all of you who claim that abortion is a right... do you even know what a right IS?
A right is something that is independent of itself. You are living, and therefore, you have the right to continue living until natural death, or until you lose that right for committing an extreme crime.
A woman is pregnant and thus has the right to continue being pregnant until the child is born or something -natural- happens and the baby dies.
Removing the fetus is not a right, because that is not independent of itself. You have to have someone else perform the abortion (unless you decide to be stupid and try to do it yourself). If there was no one willing to perform the abortion, then you would either A) have to force them, which is trampling over their own rights, or B) just deal with it.
Therefore, this whole claim of "Women's Rights" is a bunch of nonsense.
...I should totally make a deviation on how a lot of things these days that people claim are rig
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
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
SugarA young girl of the age of fourSugar10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sat silently on the kitchen floor
Eating cookies to her hearts content.
Unaware of any ill intent.
She ate until she could no more,
And quickly moved up off the floor,
She put her vice back in its stash
For her room she quickly dashed.
As she walked through the room,
She heard a voice mutter "doom"
Unsure of it she couldn't see,
What in this world could it be?
But the darkness made her blind,
No trace was there for her to find
So warily she kept on walking,
And silently it continued stalking,
Her heart raced as she peered,
Pace quickened as she steered.
Not stopping for any hesitation,
Kept heading for her destination.
In her room, door slammed shut,
Her imagination cought in a rut,
Of horrors recently conceived,
Monsters so vivid she believed,
Then as the floor boards creeked.
Overcome she quickly peeked.
Nothing seen, nothing moving,
but the danger was ever looming.
But she kept staring,
Struck down by fear,
Horrible images did appea
Succumb"Mine, mine now."Succumb3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A hiss rings through you and pierces into complete chaos.
Unhallowed visions of daemonic abominations from the crypt tear at your soul.
You have been possessed by the daemonic hosts of Hell.
They are inside you.
You are their gate to this world.
No subtleties are made.
The visceral forces of Evil claw and swarm with a vicious hunger to be free.
Visions of death and torture fill your eyes blood red with horror.
"Be, be what we are."
See the dead devour the living.
Hear the wails of anguish and pain.
Smell the rot of flesh as lives are brutally exterminated.
A chill bites at your spine as your body freezes in shock.
The cold swims through your veins, as you become theirs.
"Open, open the gates.
Let us free free.
Your assistance will be rewarded, young one.
Join our crusade. Join, join us.
Become one with us, us."
Resistance fails as you succumb to the Powers of Darkness.
Your mind clouds and shuts down immediately, you were meant to be theirs.
"Welcome home my child."
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
ComposedComposed2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Auri jerks out of bed for a moment and glances around the her dark bedroom, waiting for her eyes to adjust. She sits up in bed and yawns before she reaches for the light switch on her lamp nearby when she hears a sudden creak of metal outside. The Four freezes for a moment and listens hard.
She hears the creak again only this time it is fainter, sounding off farther down.
Is someone trying to get in? the commander thinks to herself as she gets out of from under the warm covers. Once her bare feet hit the cold metal flooring, she's grateful she had slept in warm clothes. The winters at this base were brutal, the captain had told her and he was right. The Four reaches into her nightstand nearby and picks up her pistol before she pads quietly across the room to her door. She eases it open and glances out. Blue eyes squint into the darkness before she opens the door.
Silence greets the Spartan as she steps out into the dark hallway. She looks left and right before walking forw
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
Walk With Me: The Argonian and the LionessWalk With Me: The Argonian and the Lioness3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a chill in the night air and the smell of an oncoming rain shower over the town of Riften. The rain would be a welcome occurrence to the green and blue Argonian if not for the promise it would be freezing. He growled as the first few drops plopped onto his scaly head, signaling the real storm was not too far away. His shredded clothing wasn't going to keep him safe from the elements much longer; he required a new set if he wished to face the approaching storm. That, a good meal and a few fat coin purses to keep himself going for a while longer. Lifting items had become difficult in the homeland of the Nords, especially without a guild to fall back on, but since his ordeal in Solitude, he had no desire to seek out the one of Skyrim.
Walks-Without-Noise's stomach twisted and gurgled in hunger, prompting him to continue his search for a suitable house from which to "borrow" a few things. He shied away from the homes closer to the temple and Keep, not wishing to invo