without you..Without You,without you..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I picked up my camera and started to enjoy photography again.
I got better at expressing my feelings through art.
I stopped taking my anger out on myself..
I stopped getting so angry.
I finally got on an aeroplane by myself...
* and flew half way across the world.
I went travelling.
* and met some really amazing people.
I rebuilt the gap between my sister and I's rocky relationship.
I found new interests and hobbies.
I learnt to play the piano again.
I contacted old friends that I thought were long gone.
I laughed and I sang
I danced in the rain.
I saw more beauty than I could possibly imagine.
I sleep better.
I pay more attention to the world around me.
I stopped being so depressed.
I learned not to be so afraid of failure.
I'm the me that I want to be.
I've no need to hurt myself anymore.
I'm seeing a better future.
I created some of my most amazing artwork.
Without your help I learned to fly.
* and without you,
I'll live... not die.
Lovers of DarknessTash rose up out of Jadis' bed and pulled on a robe.Lovers of Darkness4 years ago in Drama More Like This
In his human form he looked like a handsome tarkaan of Calormen, with dark skin and a fine black beard. In Calormen itself, he had always appeared as a monstrous bird-like creature, like a vulture, but with a glorious plumage like a peacock. It was a necessary guise to terrify the superstitious Calormenes. The human appearance he had taken on was actually closer to his glorious celestial form, created in the image of the Emperor.
Jadis remained in the bed. The evil queen looked unusually calm and still. It was as though she was intoxicated by the pleasure he had given her. Over the last two weeks, the queen and the god had spent every night in passionate lovemaking.
Tash smiled at the thought of what a refreshing change his visit had been for Jadis. Narnia did not offer the queen much choice for lovers. Dwarfs, fauns and marshwiggles hardly had much appeal. Apparently Jadis had kept a long string of lovers when she had ruled the dead
Sos'umptu In Her PietySos'umptu knelt on the marble floor of the Baenre chapel. She wore a plain black dress, her usual attire. Her black feet were bare, a gesture of piety in the chapel that she held sacred above else in Menzoberranzan. She had been in prayer for hours, beseeching Lolth to bless House Baenre and to raise the Drow race to new heights of glory. She meditated on the ways of the Spider Queen, seeing new depths to her theology and finding ever new insights into her mystery. This was her daily ritual. Not a day went by without Sos'umptu kneeling on the chapel floor to supplicate her goddess.Sos'umptu In Her Piety3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Other members of the Baenre house frequently joined her on that chapel floor, barefoot and demure before the statue of their goddess. No Drow in Menzoberranzan was permitted to neglect the worship of Lolth. Sos'umptu welcomed her sisters to join her in prayer to Lolth. Yet the priestess knew their motives. The other Drow did not love Lolth as she did. They beseeched the Spider Queen to grant them power, stre
The Inescapable Choice Prologue/Chapter 1The Inescapable Choice Prologue/Chapter 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Doctor Who Fan fiction
The Inescapable Choice
The Doctor was dozing, sitting on the raggedy, old chair next to the console of his beautiful TARDIS. A book he had been trying to enjoy rested on the chair at his hip, his hand resting on its still open spine. The gentle whooshing sound of the TARDIS as she did her automatic diagnostic exam of her engines was calming to him, as was her very presence was to him in these few quiet moments in his life: she was his constant companion, no matter how many others he lost due to his own faults. Her presence in his mind, the quiet but present company was always a comforting there-ness whenever he found himself alone.
He hadn't slept in days, a feat normal for him, but he was
Kaidan's RegretKaidan's Regret4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: Kaidan's Tales - Regret
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Axiom Shepard
Role Play - Part 1WARNING:Role Play - Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This fic is based in Season 5, Changing Channels episode. Don't read if you haven't seen it/don't want spoilers <3
"So where do you think the trickster sent Cas?" Dean asked his younger brother Sam. When he received no answer, he looked up. Where Sam had stood beside him moments ago there was only empty space.
"Sammy?" He called, looking back the way they had come and hoping his brother had just fallen behind. Although with legs as long as Sam's he didn't see how that was possible.
"Goddamn Trickster," Dean grumbled when his brother failed to appear. They had come into town on a case a couple of days ago, only to find out that they'd stumbled upon The Trickster. After being put through various ordeals, including a Japanese game show where a wrong answer resulted in a ball to the nuts, Sam had figured out that they needed to play their roles in order to progress. Dean had thanked his lucky stars that his brother had just saved him from a blow to the jewels after enduring the
TPoTF - Old VersionPrologue</b>TPoTF - Old Version7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A scream pierced through the nights air, and a growl was heard as a guy, seemingly nineteen years of age, turned, looking around as if to locate where the scream had originated from.
Carol! he yelled, his voice deep, with only a slight hint of worry hidden within his words, Where are you!? The only reply he got was a muffled cry as she tried to say something, but someone stopped her, making it harder for him to locate her.
Damn it, he growled, striding off in the direction he believed the scream to have come from. His worry wasnt for her. Not for Carol: Not at all. The slight amount of worry he felt was for his child. Carol was merely a tool to get his child, and she was currently almost due, which was why he was worried, and so focused on finding her. If anything were to happen
Another scream pierced the air, followed by a cry for help, at which he instantly looked around more urgently then before. It was Carol. He
memories, making glorious mudhis memories are making a glorious mudmemories, making glorious mud7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is a lumberjack's wife whose veins are budding twigs,
arms feeble as every dried branch to soak a shining star.
it is her who bares such troubled wrists for oven mitts,
so ardently delivers her hoggish assembly some hulking bird
whose body cavity is crammed tight to the sphincter
with a spiced bread. instinctively, she goes for the knife.
there is some raucous applause as she serrates
its oiled, peppered and flightless skin and on
into its succulent chest meat as every spectator
dreams of flying. her blade burrows farther in
and under enough to dredge up a pinkish marrow,
where she stops, lets the carver out
to start again from the beginning...
no lumberjack lives here,
no whiskered axe-man wakes to the rooster.
a daring cedar deadened him flat as toads who nap
beneath some winter stones. his brain was stapled to earth
with a mighty red branch and there have spread rumors.
the truth? his memories are making a glorious mud.
The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 3The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 33 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor walked away from his mother, frustrated, but sure of his purpose. He could change the past to
bring about a better future, he had done it before. This War was not like an average fixed point in time, it
was timelocked but not yet, and this was a parallel universe. Dalek Caan had been able to change the death
of Davros just by a mere emergency temporal shift.
The Doctor's thought processes were interrupted when he nearly stepped head-long into someone else. The
other person took a few steps back as the Doctor stopped. The person was another Time Lord, and judging by
his lack of surprise at the preoccupied man who had nearly run him over, he must have been looking for the
Doctor himself. The other Gallifreyan was young in appearance, looking to be around fourteen or fifteen,
maybe even sixteen years of age if he were human, and by his eyes, his body's age was comparable for his
age to his own species. The boy suddenly stood at attention, inclining his head in a rigid
goldthe surface ripples.gold4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the sun and alone,
the radiance of a halo not Luna,
whose visage is pale
as bone, whose flesh is cartilage.
peel the wallpaper away,
as grayscale as my touch silver
fades to sparks of ash.
a mist dissolves
to day. and you linger so transient
layer to layer, the clouds set as sheets
on an expanse of skin. tremble:
sea and sky
converge only to exhale
as they expand,
once. atmospheric pressure builds
where stars fall to water.
-Poem- A Thief's TaleRide the chilling wind,-Poem- A Thief's Tale5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
across the burning sand;
along the trail of life --
with it in your hands.
Items made through bloodshed,
seven for the priests;
with their magic powers,
to bring upon the peace.
Rage for fallen comrades,
scarred by darkened times;
revenge, his only wish,
to make up for the crime.
Defeat brought in battle,
but denied his death;
instead, trapped inside,
to await his final breath.
Millennia of silence,
until a new time came;
to possess a boy's body
and rule a Shadow Game.
The Rose and ThornYou're like the blooming rose everyone wishes to hold.The Rose and Thorn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must be the thorn that nobody dares to touch.
Can a rose and thorn make perfect harmony?
This small little thistle wishes to turn beautiful.
Maybe the perfect flower will help shine a path to love.
I shy away, yet you embrace my heart and soul.
The beautiful rose dared to touch a thorn.
And the thorn and rose became a beautiful pairing.
interfaceLike an oil eye resting on the sea of memory,interface5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waits for its turn to sink as bubbles and for a time
There weren't any real changes I thought to herself
Wasn't why I got up to go grab a time out
I had to walk the boots away from here-and-held holy memories
With the way my legs worked mechanically
I wasn't surprised by their behavior bothering us
The wind walked up the path as an elephant pissed on the wall
And gazed upon the trees fondly
It barked for a moment contemplating
At my boots its regards of many past times
Sniffing them raising a nose overhead
Then passing on to a bush which crashes down upon us
Which rustled its greenery in a
yesterday i died.ghosts are burning the edge of my vision.yesterday i died.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i can feel the way they crowd and jumble, the way their fingers are pulling sticky fingers against my sanity and dragging me further and further into the rabbit hole of my insecurity. i can see them in the shadows at the base of my eyelids and feel their voices in the spaces between my vertebrae. they call me when i'm awake and they scream when i'm asleep and i claw at my face and i pull at my skin, but they burrow deeper and deeper still.
they quiet and stagnate, yet i can feel them in the dust that my feet unsettle as i walk forward. their faces are persistent and their mouths gaping open with the scent of decay bound like a cord around their flapping tongues. they are silent and knowing, touching my inner demons with a violating hand. they nod, they smile; they are smug. i hate them for this. they see the way my heart quivers in my chest and they stroke the trembling bones that it clacks against. they crack the silence and whisper, tell me o
body memorythere was white sand on the white shore,body memory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cresting into blue, the salt a light film on the body,
you stand knee-deep and dive hard into an
oncoming wave, feel the bone-deep rush,
know what life was as a dolphin, feel the shark
rise inside you, flat-eyed, burned out,
nothing but the open sea
The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 4The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 43 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor's eyes burned like fire as he stepped out of the TARDIS, Mellan's limp body cradled in his
arms. There was not enough meaning in the word 'rage' to describe the expression seen in the Doctor's face
and body; it was the wrath of a hurricane, the Oncoming Storm.
He stormed down the corridors, hardly even thinking about what directions to go; he knew exactly where he
was going. The floor quaked beneath him and dust and small specks of rubble rained from the ceiling in
places; the retribution for what Rassilon had ordered had begun, and it would cost thousands of lives on all
sides of the War. A waste of precious life. The Doctor continued steadily towards the Council Room without
even glancing up at the battle going above him. There were two guards at the pathway leading to the Council
Room and they looked surprised at the Doctor's approach. They blocked his way as he made to step onto the
walkway, their faces showing both confusion and wariness, glancing down at the
LoveLove.Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word
That has so much meaning.
We all have it
Even if we can't see it.
And we all give it to others.
So don't think you're unloved.
I can guarantee that's not true.
Someone out there loves you.
Even when you're all alone
Even in the darkest days.
Someone loves you.
When everything goes downhill
When darkness is all you see.
Someone loves you.
Someone always loves you
I love you.