Petals and Ash IIPetals and Ash II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hours have passed and the sun continues to sink lower and lower before it will reach the western horizon. Anxiously waiting, I continue to watch Persephone as the light in her smile and the fluid bounce in her step seems to have vanished. Her harvesting rituals seem as if it is her first time encountering a newborn seed, as if she's never done this before. Countless times she even appeared to be distracted, as if something in the distance has caught her eye and she can't seem to bring herself back to earth. During one of these spells, she happened to cut her finger on a rose bush she had been tending to, something she has never done before.
Persephone has always been very careful and even graceful with her work. As any artist does, she takes her time to make sure that it is simply perfection. She would harvest all day and not have a speck of soil on her or her light yet modest outfit. But today, her flawless rosy hued pink skin was turning into a scarred and bloody me
UraUra7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Nu pot sa cred, s-a pus praful pe scrisoarea ta
Ultimele tale vorbe si ultima sansa a mea
Nu mai am gloante, te lovesc cu sentimente
Vorbele sunt de prisos cuvintele sunt lente
Ura, sentimentul mai pur decat iubirea
Dragostea, o impresie aruncata k un chistoc
Cand imi mai spui te iubesc da-mi si un foc
Sa fumez pana la filtru din cuvintele ce dor
Sa te las arzand in ploaie si sa mori
Si cand zambetul dispare de pe buze ma complac
Ca o ata fara ac..
Petals and Ash IPetals and Ash I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What do you do when you have a life- no, not a life a curse- where you are surrounded by nothing but death? The pleasure of looking forward to death ripped from your control? To be immortal
There is no elixir, no weapon and absolutely no thread of life that will be cut for me if anything tried to take my life. Trust me I have tried.
What good is it to be eternally bound to this Zeus-forsaken body I've been given when it feels like I'm constantly living the regret of a simple mistake by choosing the wrong stick in a game of "shortest stick looses?"
To be the Lord of the Underworld
Guardian of lost souls.
Forever bound to the darkness.
Hades The Damned.
Years, decades, centuries, millenniums, eons and eons of being forgotten in this Hell of a place literally- while my brothers and sisters drink, party and enjoy the warmth of spring time and the changing of seasons the golden rays of Helios' mighty sun. The feeling of my brother, Poseidon's coo
Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.Gutter- Caught3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.
Because sneaking into a guarded ship in the middle of the night isn't rash. A rather sneaky voice in her head sarcastically noted.
Nemi ignored this revelation and her trepidation over the desk and began slowly opening the drawers in the sides of the desk, seeing as the top was bare save for a flickering candle and an ornate wax seal. The first drawer she tried opened
Total Drama Children Ch.6 OwenxIzzy's KidsTotal Drama Children Ch.6 OwenxIzzy's Kids1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
In a mall in Hollywood, California. A girl who seems to be around 16 or 17 years old is walking around the mall. She has orange hair, with fair skin and a nice slim figure, and green eyes. She is wearing a black and white t-shirt that has "total drama reunion" on it and black pants. She has a slight resemblance to everyone's favorite crazy nutjob Izzy. Also with her was a girl and a boy. The girl looks almost like her except she had blond hair and she is wearing a White shirt with a big green leaf logo in the front. The boy looks like the oldest out of the group. He looks to be about 18 or 19 years old. He has short blond hair with light green eyes. He has a athletic/muscular figure and he is wearing a red and white Football Jersey with the number 25 on it and black track pants. The trio then sits down at a table at the food court and leading girl spots someone.
"Hey there!" smiles the girl. "My name is Kelly Flanagan and its so nice to ya! I'm the oldest twin daughter of Izzy
UitaUitaUita5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iubitule uita de mine caci plec, dar sa nu-mi dai drumu in veci
Desi iubesc pe altu nu vreau sa te las, nu sunt cuvinte reci
Chiar de el imi sopteste iubire nesfarsita la ureche, inca doare
Cuvintele astea ce le spun acum as vrea sa fie dulci si nu amare
Hai nu ma lasa te implor, stii ca peretii astia ma sugruma pana mor
Iti doresc fericire nu suspina dupa un "te iubesc" tu esti mai bun
Stiu dragul meu ca te-am distrus dar pretutindeni simt un dor
As vrea sa fii al meu desii il am pe el, as vrea, dar cum ?
Vreau sa ma iubesti pe mine nu pe alta iti vreau sarutul si cuvantul
Caci daca el imi otraveste buzele acum, nu-ti pot uita sarutul
Sunt confuza si ma pierd de mine dar "te iubesc"-ul tau imi face bine
Ma faci sa zambesc cand imi spui ca tot ce ai mai bun se afla in mine
Desii cuvintele imi sunt pacate acum, te rog nu te pierde in scrum
Te rog "Uita-ma" dar nu-mi da drumu stiu ca sufletul ti-e bun
Asa imi spune "ea" mereu dar simt ca sunt nebun .
Tristsunt asa tristTrist8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ca ma pot strecura in
crapatura din perete...
sunt asa trist
ca ma confund
cu cel mai rece vant
ca spatiul dintre
sunt asa trist
ca ceata se formeaza
in preajma ochilor
ca steaua care
ca poza fada
uitata in podul
trist... ca urletul
de lup la luna,
ca stiloul poetului
din palma luntrasului
sunt asa trist
ca nici nu pot muri...
Malkav's Mirror13 Possible Reasons Why Malkav's Mirror is CrackedMalkav's Mirror10 years ago in Humor More Like This
13. Brujah got sick of listening to Malkav talk about what a pretty mirror he had and decided to beat him over the head with it. Though, in his rage, he didn't notice it is was Toradore looking into it at the time.
12. Gangrel got pissed when he saw the duck bill he acquired after his last frenzy.
11. Assamite discovered that he could not diablerise himself.
10. Tremere learned the hard way that a house hold hand mirror cannot deflect Path of Levinbolt, no matter how many times it works in the cartoons.
9. Set realized that he could get far more profit from selling off a lot of little mirrors rather than one big one.
8. A reanimated corpse knocked it off the table while running like a bat out from hell from Giovanni's bedroom.
7. Not even Black Metamorphisis helped Lasombra see her reflection and so she broke the mirror in frustration with her hairbrush.
6. Toreador was so entranced by her own reflection that she didn't notice B
Insane AsylumInsane Asylum4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
standing here silent by the open door
words of anger being tossed around
here comes the fists of fury again
my heart wishes to be homeward bound
is there a difference weither my heart bleeds
my mind screams insane
my heart already knows pain
is there any difference
please tell me death is an option
bruises stain my legs and arms
tears stream down my cheeks
pretending he won't do any harm
how long will this last
this imperfect picture
a bloody fixture of my remains
perfect asylum for me, and only me
how long until I break
this Hell seems to be my only escape
something about him I just can't shake
but, it doesn't matter anymore
nothing matters anymore
Nu o lua de langa minepoti sa-mi schingiuesti gandireaNu o lua de langa mine8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sa-mi haitui visele
pana la epuizare
sa-mi stigmatizezi globii oculari
cu podoabe de lacrimi
poti sa-mi scorojesti
zilele si vederea
sa-mi invalui auzul
in ceata nepasarii
poti sa-mi crapi
sa ma imbraci
in steagul durerii
sa-mi pui inima pe butuci
sau sa-mi strici jucaria vietii
dar nu o lua de langa mine...
Gutter- Potatoes Loch, many years ago, had discovered that he was a morning person. This was to the dismay of his father, who, despite having to wake up early most mornings, had always been more partial to sleeping late. Loch had made it a habit of running to his father's bedroom and jumping onto his bed to wake him up as a morning ritual. At least, a ritual until his father ordered Opello to keep Loch occupied when he woke up in the mornings.Gutter- Potatoes4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now, however, Loch knew that his perception of a morning person and Nemi's were entirely different. At least, he thought as he fumed into his pillow, I woke up with the sun, and not before. Nemi had woken him a few moments ago, reminding him cheerfully that he had offered to help Min this morning. Loch lay still for a few more moments, grumbling quietly to himself, before pushing himself up and swinging his feet off the bed, shivering a little when they touched the cold floo
Gutter- The LenoreThe Laughing Sailor was, in Loch's opinion, the perfect example of a tavern- at least, the kind his father had warned him to stay away from. So, naturally, it lifted his spirits a little to go inside. Most of the men were already roaring drunk, a few girls were sitting in the laps of strangers and giggling foolishly, and Loch was certain that there was a brawl beginning in the corner of the room.Gutter- The Lenore3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was soon confirmed when one of the men threw another onto a table, sending crockery and mugs clattering everywhere, while the surrounding people began egging the two on.
"Over here," Nemi said, pulling him towards the barman, an ugly fellow with dark eyes and very little hair left. He leered at Nemi as they approached, and gave her a condescending snort when they were in front of him.
"Wha' ya want now, girl?" The man asked her, reaching down and beginning to clean out a glass in a dirty pail of water that he had set under the bar.
"Oh, nothing much," Nemi replied airily, gesturing
Dusk: An Anti-Twilight FanFic"There are four classes of vampires. A Class, B Class, C Class and D Class. A Class vampires are the strongest, swiftest and the ones with the most political power. They rule all of the other classes because if they didn't there would be mass chaos and our food source would be decimated. They are the only ones who can reproduce; that way the bloodline stays pure. They're also devoid of any human emotions that are the source of the humans' weakness. Their exact opposite is the D Class vampires. D Class vampires are usually humans who have been bitten by a B or C Class vampire. There are rare cases where a D Class vampire will turn a human into a vampire, but usually the lust for blood is too hard for them to control. D Class vampires are usually made by accident or so they can serve the higher ranking vampires. Unlike A Class vampires, they are weak and often susceptible to human emotions that still exist in their subconscious. They have very little control over their hunger and have beDusk: An Anti-Twilight FanFic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
dulce suicidAm ajuns sa ma satur sa privesc pierdut blocurile gri ce ma inconjoara, ascunzand mahnirea lumii. Am ajuns sa ma satur, noapte de noapte, sa soptesc suferinta-mi peretilor, care asculta doar fiindca n-au incotro. Am ajuns sa ma satur a dezamagi lumea doar pentru ca sunt eu nu altul.dulce suicid8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Acum, cu venele taiate si ochii-nlacrimati, astept pe-un pat d sange, sa vina voioasa doamna cu coasa sa-mi arunce trupul intr-o groapa, sufletul in chin etern si numele-n uitare.
Gutter- Chapter One Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...Gutter- Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she realized that he was heavier than he looked. She adjusted him a bit before spotting something on the ground near him- the piece of parchment the other man had been holding earlier. Setting him back on the ground, she picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising in surprise at the letters scribbled onto it. It was written in a strange, flowing letteri
Viziuni si dorinte de copilspirit nocturnViziuni si dorinte de copil8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
te vad cu alaiu-ti noptatec
ai lilieci in par
si luna la calcaie
ai ochii albi, impuri
dar nu nevazatori
iti vreau zambetul salbatic
cu lacrima pasiunii
fu ucisa de amintiri
arde-o cu fosnet din priviri
uimeste-ma cu intuneric!
suspina si demoni si flori
cand rasucesti tarusul dragostei in mine...
fantoma a dungilor emotive
invaluie-ma in ceata si hartie
apuca toarta manerului
scoate din camera goala
un cufar plin
cu clipe pictate
pa raze de vis
peste litere si suspine
leaga pene vechi
de sentimente innoite
lipeste raze blonde
de spartul drapel al durerii
pe scurt: strange-ma la piept!
sunt doar un copil,
un monstru al adorarii...
Heart BreakHeart Break3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see when you close your eyes,
Every thought leads back to him,
He never leaves your mind,
As if taunting you into insanity because you know he is no longer yours.
He was your other half,
Your protector sent from above,
Or so you thought
I've been there.
I've been through all of this,
I know heartbreak is like a walk through Hell,
The pain makes you feel anguishe
Gutter(Prologue)Gutter4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A wet splash echoed in the twisting chamber each time one of Nemi's boots made contact with the dank water coating the floor. Despite the slime clinging to her boots, however, Nemi's expression stayed determined, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Her splashing steps were fixed in a continuous, rather monotonous rhythm, until she reached a fork in the tunnels, where they paused. A few moments later, she turned on her heel and chose the left passage, confidence making her steps lighter than before. The package slung over her shoulder swung back and forth as she walked, but she didn't seem concerned in the slightest for it's welfare, tossing it over her shoulder to get it out of her way when it slipped forward again.
Twenty years ago, a person traveling this far underground, even in the treacherously winding sewers, would be decidedly normal. The underground sewers had then been a source
WonderlandWonderland3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest corners
In the deepest rivers
When the magic burns out
And reality takes place
It's moment like these
I wish I was in Wonderland.
Oneword: RunawayOneword: Runaway3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John shuffled home from a long, menial day at work. He drudged up the stairs and stood in the door frame of 221B. Everything was exactly how he had left it. No thumbs in the fridge, no chemicals burning away on the kitchen table, no violin wavering away through the air and no gangly detective sitting in the leather armchair. John glanced at his own chair, despairing the thought of another day sitting in it with nobody across from him.
Instead of taking his jacket off and settling in, he turned back around and hurried down the steps. He had barely remembered to lock the door behind himself before sprinting away down Baker street, trying to escape everything that reminded him of Sherlock.
Ecce Homopanzerjon © 2011Ecce Homo4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Looking down He saw
a mass on the hill of skulls.
the crowd whom He led to life
now goading Him to death.
the clacking dice of the soldiers
vultures squabbling for the prize.
the seeking sheep who were lost
spirits willing against weak flesh.
the keepers of the Law
hypocrisy embodied and laced with spite.
the man under authority
seeking to know what is Truth.
the women of Jerusalem
mourning afar for the Man of Sorrows.
the outlaws hung on trees
one saved and the other --
His mother's heart-pierced pain
ebbing on her dust-caked face.
the disciple who fled but stayed
once lost but now was found.
Then He saw across each of these
a little child (who is you and me)
cowering, imploring Him to look away
whimpering, "O unworthy! I sinned against Thee!"
And beneath a blood-washed crown He
bowed, smiled and said,
"It is finished."
Plictis a la Amalthiusdepresiva-i lumea de-afaraPlictis a la Amalthius8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nici nimfele nu mai canta
nici corbii nu mai zboara
ma priveste printre perdele
printre umbre, printre raze
printre spanzuratori improvizate
printre pianine dezacordate
doar crucea de la gat ma arde
ca un sarut
al domnisoarei Tassara
iar scrijeliturile de pe perete
proiecteaza cosmaruri vii
prin camera imbacsita
unde aerul e inchis ca o celula
nu pot vorbi...
dar ce as putea spune?
in jur sunt doar cei despre care nu vorbim
si inca n-am ajuns
sa intorc ce e cu susu-n jos
depresiva ca un cimitir ars de vremuri...
in fiecare noapte o visez
fiecare zi aduce mizerie
si ma bantuie
imi bantuie trezirea
cand nu e dimineata...
vacanta permanenta in umbre
insa ii simt si acum limba
glisandu-mi atent pe umar...
iar corbul ma adoarme...
Naluca visuluiprin crapatura argintataNaluca visului8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a unei cute
din rochia Selenei
apare naluca visului
din care inoti
pe vasle de melancolie
si strigi pacatul
de a-ti fi atins
tencuita cu dungi emotive
ti-ai infipt pintenii
si fugi acum lasandu-ma
nedeocheat de pielea-ti?...