Bad Dream Chapter 1Bad Dream Chapter 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You know I love you, right?"
"Good " I could feel it forming in my throat. That wretched lump in my throat was making yet another appearance. "I'm going to miss you."
"Me too." It's funny. He always had a way of keeping his cool. I hated it and as sick as it sounds, I desperately wanted to see him crack. I wanted to see him cry and suffer as much as I was resisting the immense urge to break down and scream at the top of my lungs. I didn't want to be the first one to lose it, as it usually was in situations like this. I didn't want to seem so pitiful in front of him.
"You better go now. You're going to miss your flight." Damn it. Stupid tears I looked down, playing with my phone to hide the swelling tears collecting on the rim of my eyes.
"I'll call whenever I can, so don't start looking for a replacement. I'll be back before you know it." I wanted to hear a hint of humor in his voice but I was disappointed at the seriousness of his words. Look
Girl next door(Pi&You)Girl next door5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You saw him walking to work every morning. He was always surrounded by girls but you never joined in with the crowd. Well, of course he wouldn't notice you, then again he also wouldn't if you were running after him squealing, would he? You were working near the JE building, so you always went the same way as him. It was pretty bothersome for you to go there at the same time. All those girls on the street blocking your way.
"May I?" You said, bumping into fan after fan.
As the mass didn't move someone grabbed you by your arm.
"You'll never get through like that." You turned your head to look into the amazing beautiful eyes of Yamashita Tomohisa.
"Ano~, would you mind letting go of me? Until now I had always made it through in time." You tried pulling out from his grip.
Well, he was to strong and pulled you beside him, making you stumble and the surrounding girls glare at you.
"So, what's your name? I see you taking this route every morning as well, but obviously not for me." He
Memories(You&Yourlovedone)Memories4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were walking down the beach, in the middle of the night. Your feet were tingling from the cold water playing around them. The stars were shining exceptionally bright tonight.
You let out a heavy sigh, feeling a breeze blowing your hair back. You got goosebumps, shivering slightly.
A strong pair of arms crept their way around your waist pulling you back a bit so your back was pressed against a warm chest.
"When did this happen?" You asked out into the empty, holding on to the guys arms, sheltering you from the cold night air.
You took out your phone pressing the mailbox button, turning the loudspeaker on.
A manly voice started echoing through the night sky...
"I'm sorry that I can't come and see you anymore... But be sure that I loved you, till the very end"
A lonely tear made it's way down your cheek.
You were sitting in front of your TV waiting for the time to pass cause your boyfriend was supposed to come back from overseas.
You were squirming on
Runna's Shoe, Chapter 12: VolvatingA large explosion shook the underground complex just as Carolina left her quarters. She'd sent a large group of warriors to guard Xeras' mother, but the smoke that drifted down the hall from the ritual chamber, which was situated a story up from the prison cells, made Carolina suspect that their attackers didn't know they had a captive. The wizard silently hoped it would remain so and ordered another group of warriors to guard her chambers. She turned around and managed to take two steps before a second explosion sounded, this time from her room. Panicking, she rushed back and was assaulted by smoke that she cleared with a wind tunnel spell she'd designed only a few days ago. Next she beheld the blonde witch from before as she jumped through a hole in the wall, her legs up and sticking out in front of her and her fingertips touching the tips of her boots. She flew in at a neck-breaking speed, went into a forward roll when she hit the floor and got back up on her feet with an almost inhRunna's Shoe, Chapter 12: Volvating2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Runna's Shoe, Chapter 3: First SignsEverything seemed perfectly normal. The herb garden was quite impressive, especially under the bright light of the sun, and the woman standing amidst it had aged quite gracefully. Her quiet demeanour as she approached the group and the friendly smile on her face gave nothing away. Iriaga felt inclined to step up and greet her, but Xeras' words about standing back still rang in her mind, so she did her best to reign in that impulse.Runna's Shoe, Chapter 3: First Signs2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Good thing she did, too. The second Xeras and her aunt stood close enough to each other, the older woman landed a punch to the barbarian's face that sent her flying. The half-nymph's face fell as she watched the two-hundred-and-thirty pound warrior crash into the ground, a feat the sorceress thought impossible, save perhaps to the dwarf in their party.
If Xeras was even remotely bothered by this, however, she didn't show it, getting back up on her feet and stepping up to her aunt. Iriaga thought she would try to calm the woman down, but instead she punched h
A Flaming GraceShe sits down, stripped of her belongings, bare and vulnerable in the eyes of mortals, powerful and fearless in the eyes of gods. Before her burns the sacred fire, flames licking the air and spitting out sparks in its never-ending quest to go up, as far up as possible. Newer heights stand before her, the opportunities available to the one who channels the fire.A Flaming Grace5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Channels the fire.
Her heartbeat strikes with each leap of a flame within the contained space where it burns. The iron melts away, the fire spreads and engulfs her. Above her, the sun shines on its longest day. It's the day of the fire, and the fire burns. Images of friends, family, lovers both past and present leap at her like the flames, some staying and some burning away. Sickly roots at her feet turn to dust, the ground beneath her disintegrates and she falls, still burning. Forever burning, a bright light in the darkness all around her.
The sun is gone, all hail the sun! He will die, to be born anew! She sings the familiar
The Mom's TruthWhen you were inside your mom's tummy,The Mom's Truth6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her,
and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.
When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
Annie SaysMy favourite game is Aunt Florence Says. I play it all the time.Annie Says6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Originally, there was a boy named Simon, but we don't see Simon anymore. Aunt Florence looks at me oddly when I try to ask about him. She showed me his headstone once, but that tells me nothing and it doesn't look like a head either way.
The game goes as follows: you do as you're told, by Aunt Florence. You have to say both 'Aunt' and 'Florence', otherwise, the game doesn't work and you can't do pretty much anything anymore.
But yes, this is how I like to go about my day:
Aunt Florence says: “Get dressed before breakfast”,
Aunt Florence says: “Chew your food twenty times”,
Aunt Florence says: “Don't talk about Annie”.
Annie is what we call a sinner in Sunday school. She does everything Aunt Florence says I can't, and goes upstairs wearing shoes, leaving a mess. She also hides things, and she tells lies to people. She comes in my bedroom sometimes when I'm not there.
I've never seen Anni
PollutionI pollute my soul on a daily basis,Pollution8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I question the government
like God with one of his
A RP guide by -AJ-The Role Play Forum Handbook: Do's, Don'ts, Plots, etiquette and yes, RomanceA RP guide by -AJ-5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Table of contents
Chapter 1: What is a Role Play and how do you do it?
Chapter 2: Common do's and don'ts
Chapter 3: Role Play ideas and some that just don't make it
Chapter 4: When is it to late to join reading in-between the lines
Chapter 5: Language "Don't you know its bleeping rude to bleeping
Chapter 6: The 'Romance' thing
Chapter 7: Etiquette with the forums
Many of you are probably wondering "Why in the world did some one make a RP guide and what qualifies -AJ- to write this?" Well in answer to the first question, the main RP thread on how-to's always filled with the same exact questions in different wording. That and a lot of people make the same mistakes or embarrassing blunders that could be preventable.
My answer to the second question? Probably nothing. I, -AJ-, am just a very observ
Gobbling You All Up (a Petrarchan Sonnet)My friends are nuts, correction: fruit, I meanGobbling You All Up (a Petrarchan Sonnet)3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They're full of juicy things to tell, they blush
collectively, they're doing sugar rush
and one, the cocoa bean, does caffeine
What will the neighbours think, when I am seen
to talk with these, this fruity Royal Flush,
these seedy comrades, who as one will rush
to loudly name me 'their Banana Queen'?
Come enter my abode of gingerbread
You're all quite sweet yourself – I guarantee:
when talking fruit, I'm an authority
I'm not a cannibal, don't give me that
Beg pardon; I need something for my tea
You're fruitcakes, guys! and there's no fooling me.
Death by PoetryThe day I died was when I screwed up bigDeath by Poetry7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left the bag of poems alone outside
the neighbour's cat thought trash was all it had
so overnight my poems turned bad, and dug
they dug my own, my penta-iambic grave.
Beneath the Aurora BorealisBeneath the Aurora BorealisBeneath the Aurora Borealis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are.
We're standing on top of the universe.
I’m here by your side.
Subtle colors start to show--
Shedding light upon the grays.
Soft purples seep into shadow,
Silver suns light the day.
Bleach - Kidou and AbilitiesKido TypesBleach - Kidou and Abilities7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bakudō (Way of Binding)
-Supplementary spells which can immobilize an enemy or have an effect besides a direct strike. They may seem subtle, but these spells can give their users a tactical advantage when used properly. These are a broad category of defensive spells which block/repel attacks or freezes enemies in place. This class of spells include Kidō Barriers & Seals.
-Focused spiritual energy formed into a solid form of energy. This energy can take on many shapes or colors as determined by the user. Barriers are protective in nature, and can be as simple as a barrier only protecting one direction or encompassing all sides of an area. Barriers can be used for containment, and some barriers can be used offensively. Barriers can mask spiritual pressure and can make one spiritually and physically invisible. The strength of a barrier is dependent upon the power of the user. Weak barriers are easily breakable, while strong ones can
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
not meant for dreamersI am a story. I am a love story tied at the hips and clinging to the smiles of lovers who almost were, but not quite because the rain has already washed them away.not meant for dreamers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a horror story, with a meaning swept into a world that will haunt your ears and slip between your teeth, crawling from your lips like the last known idea the world would ever see.
I am a mystery, whose character has tumbled into the din one day and found themselves swept away with the best of this life, stranded with all the people who deserve so much more than what they get.
People like you.
People who help and are damaged and laugh and cry and sing and smile and whistle their names in the wind, and are so real that it's fucking beautiful to see. People who sit in the stars once they're gone and watch down on all the rest of us hurting each other and tearing up this already broken world and shedding tears for us because we're classically and flawlessly imperfect and no matter how much we say otherwise, they'll always t
Yes I Am A ChristianYes, I am A Christian.Yes I Am A Christian2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But that does not make me a radical fanatic who constantly shoves the Bible down your throat.
Yes, I Am A Christian,
And that can mean that no, I don't like abortion, nor do I like gay marriage. But, do remember, I am a human, and entitled to my own opinion.
Yes, I am a Christian,
But I do not believe that God will suddenly make things better, stop hunger, and end world suffering. I don't even count on Him to end mine.
Yes, I am A Christian,
and I do get angry at God. I get furious with Him all the time.
Yes, I am A Christian,
and I do not give all my belongings to the poor, nor do I preach on the side of the street.
Yes, I am A Christian,
So I am allowed to make mistakes.
Yes, I Am Christian,
but that doesn’t mean I don't fight back.
Yes, I Am A Christian,
but that does not mean I like to rape boys.
But, I'll tell you what I do like to do;
I pray for peace, for love and hope,
that one day, violence and agony will refuse to show.
That God will work through
Laurel Green… staining my cup. Curses! 'Twas poisoned.Laurel Green1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His Master, Forsaken IIHis Master, Forsaken II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
Demon. All my life I've identified myself as Earl Ciel Phantomhive, human, thirteen year old boy who has sold his soul to a demon. Never have I thought of myself becoming the same of what my personal servant and lover is. Not once, not ever. Yet here I am, sitting at a table with a human and a demon that I would love to see dead being told that I am a demon.
Perhaps I'm dreaming, but the look on Claude's face informs me otherwise.
A bemused grin cracks Alois' face as he leans across the table, his long fingers clenching his silver wear, "A demon?! My Ciel is a demon?!" he smirks, attempting a sultry pout, "Oh how enticing. Now I have two demons to wait on me."
Slamming a fist into the tabletop I bolt upright, "One demon, Alois Trancy, you have one demon wai
Ulquiorra PoemAs the heart glows,Ulquiorra Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden deep under flesh,
So the moon shines brightest
Behind the clouds.
Neither is visible,
Before these all-seeing eyes of mine.
That is why,
Try as I might
I cannot understand you...
WeaknessSearching for freedom,Weakness5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but fearing discovery.
EscapeEvery day, I die a little more inside;Escape5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul, yearning to escape, my emotions, I try to hide.
I only want to shield you; hide you from the pain I feel;
But in reality, it's no use; it's not the best way to deal.
It's not that I don't want you to know, or that I question your trust.
It's just that all my sorrows are becoming way too much.
I don't usually speak my mind or even think things through.
But at the end of every day, I'm thinking about you.
I'm sorry for all the times that I have lied straight to your face,
The truth is, no, I'm not okay, my memories, I'd like to erase.
Maybe one day, I'll be at peace, and share the reason for my sadness.
But until then, I'll let my mind escape into the blackness.