What is leftUnchain me, Help me breakWhat is left2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Free of all these chains amongst my life
These moments, i'm holding
Could take another step closer
When starlight of night skies
Fade away with broken dreams
What would I be left with
If all is left is uncertainty lurking in
With darkness carving within me
I'm running away from my paths
That I once shared, as I can't seem to escape
Where would I be, where am I now
For my smile could mask false sanity
For what is left of hope
When all of what you build crumbles below you
I can only ask my self............ what is left......
The lull of a bird's songThere is no timeThe lull of a bird's song3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no way
To find, to bring, to carry on
I wander on
I wonder if
A life, A bird, that flew away
It flaps it's wings
It sets for skies
And looks, And dreams, of home again
Where the river flows
Where the wind blows
This bird, This truth, A true felt friend
Singing the sunset as the days passed
Here stands today
Here where I am
Let not, Let not, Time slips away
Along our path
Along this way
The song, the sound, the lull of day
So bright with skies
So light, it flies
My friend, my smile, a part of me
She brought smiles
She brought a breath
Such heart, such song, a graceful peace
Dreaming of rain, to grow seeds in light
We flew, We stood, among a branch
Shadows cast high
Shadows soothe skin
From somber, from somber, she gave me hope
A journey, a flight, as time does part
I cannot bear
I cannot speak
As time, as paths, they will soon part
What could I hold
What was foretold
Why me, why now, while the bird sings?
Windfall - Part 4Before any of the chastised mares could respond, the Apple family matriarch looked up toward Sweet Apple Acres' front gate with a grin spreading across her wrinkled face as a cheery voice sounded over the muddy courtyard . "Another Apple about to drop on our heads, eh Granny?"Windfall - Part 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All eyes turned to see a stout mare draped in a heavy canvas cloak and broad brimmed hat pick her way across the churned up mud of the courtyard, bulging saddle bags hanging from her sides. When she stepped into the light she revealed a broad, olive green face with a bluff, open smile.
Granny Smith held up a hoof in welcome. "Just the gal I was a-waitin' fer. Howdy, Cabbage Leaf. Y'got my note, I reckon."
The sturdy mare nodded. "That I did, Granny. Sorry if the weather slowed me up a little gettin' here."
Nurse Redheart blinked in recognition and stammered. "C-cabbage Leaf, the... the midwife?"
The new arrival nodded again. "Right a roonie."
She squinted her eyes and peered at the flustered nurse from under the
Windfall - Part 2Rarity's employees at the Carousel Boutique had just finished drawing the blinds and hanging the "Closed" sign in the window when they heard the gentle tapping of their boss' hooves on the polished floor to draw their attention.Windfall - Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A brisk smile crossed her alabaster face as her red rimmed glasses settled onto her nose. "Well done, darlings. Now that you've finished I'd like to take a few moments to discuss all the orders for the GGG as well as give you the overview for this year's Fall collection."
She turned and summoned a cork board festooned with drawings and fabric swatches from the back room with the glittering magic from her horn. "I'll be returning to Canterlot tomorrow to oversee the work at The Bijou personally, so you'll be on your own until I return for the Summer Sun Celebration."
At this her two assistants, Snips the apprentice tailor and Thimble the seamstress, exchanged a concerned glance. Rarity usually preferred to keep a tight rein on the Gala dresses her boutique produ
Windfall - Part 3A full throated argument was in strident swing in the muddy courtyard of Sweet Apple Acres main compound as the apple trees lashed and rustled in the wind and rain on the farm's rolling hills. The Apple family's latest farm dog Naomi skittered back and forth across the front porch of the farmhouse, barking frantically and wagging her tail in unalloyed canine excitement, largely ignored by the assembly of equines.Windfall - Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On one side stood a mud splattered white earth pony mare draped in an orange rain poncho marked with the crest of Equestrian Emergency Services, water rolling down her sodden nurse's cap and pink mane as she glared at a furious female zebra clad in a dripping dark cloak, gold rings adorning her neck and ankles as she hiked her bristling, black and white tail in agitation.
Off to the side of the argument's ground zero, two earth pony sisters stood watching with a mixture of dismay, annoyance, and worry on their faces. Both mares were bundled up in raincoats and galoshes, shiny
Windfall - Part 9A blare of brass rose from the gramophone in the corner, a bright sting that heralded the rise of a driving bossanova beat formed by a backbone of piano, rhythm guitar, bongos, and maracas. A vibrant orange pegasus mare sashayed out onto the compressed clouds of the studio floor, a gauzy skirt of purple, red, and gold swaying and floating around her hips as she shook them in time to the music, the butterfly and flowers cutie mark that adorned them seemingly brought to life by her movements. She clenched the long wire stem of a silk rose in her teeth, with a spitcurl of her magenta mane hanging down roguishly over her right eye.Windfall - Part 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the trumpets began to shimmer around the core of the rhythm, she was joined by a strutting pegasus stallion wearing an embroidered jacket and a wide brimmed hat with little red pompoms hanging at intervals around it's circumference, a picture of a mango adorning the lime green hide of his flanks.
The two circled, drawing ever closer as the driving tempo and f
Windfall - Part 5A flourish of warm brass echoed over the pristine towers of Canterlot, as the sun descended below the dark layer of clouds that currently obscured the valley and distant Ponyville from the lofty mountain capitol city. An answering call of silvery horns sounded as a bright crescent began its ascent on the opposite horizon.Windfall - Part 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In an oak paneled lecture hall at Canterlot University, Twilight Sparkle's vivacious voice rang out as she levitated a stick of chalk and drew complicated sigils and runic equations on the broad expanse of green slate. "... and so, by process of elimination, we can determine that the magical field tastes like grape-ade." With that, she emphatically underlined a string of symbols and rounded on her audience, beaming with satisfaction. "Does anypony have any questions?"
Her smile tightened a bit at the corners as she beheld a largely empty hall, with a scattering of undergrad unicorns, half of whom were struggling mightily to appear politely awake while the other half m
Windfall - Part 10Granny Smith stayed in her rocking chair knitting merrily away as all the younger ponies in the parlor leapt to their hooves and went thundering out the front door into the drizzling rain of the darkened courtyard. The wizened mare shook her head and chuckled to herself over the clack of her needles.Windfall - Part 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Applejack skidded to a stop and started to bark orders, her tail lashing behind her. "Apple Bloom! You go and rustle up as many lanterns as y'can, light 'em up, and git Rarity t' help ya hang 'em in the treetops in a line toward th' barn! Caramel! You come with me to the barn and help me drag th' big hay wagon out into th' yard. Twilight! I need you t' whip up any spells you might think'll help! Stay here and keep an eye peeled, and holler if ya see her! She'll be comin' in hot! Pinkie, you..."
As the other ponies scattered to their tasks, the blond farm mare paused and looked back at Pinkie Pie, who stood jittering up and down on the porch with an expectant look on her face. Applejack pur
Windfall - Part 11A sound of hoof steps in the doorway caused the group of ponies to look up and see a tired looking Nurse Redheart, standing with Granny Smith at her side. The ancient mare was dabbing her eyes with the hem of her shawl and grinning from ear to ear. The white medical pony smiled at Applejack. "Cabbage Leaf was wondering if the Apple family would like to come in and meet their newest member."Windfall - Part 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The blonde earth pony drew herself up and caught her breath, tears welling in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she answered. "Why yes, I surely would, Nurse Redheart. I s-surely would."
With that she traded some quick hugs with Twilight, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash, and hurried up the steps, pausing and giving Pinkie a hug as well, and then fell into step beside Granny Smith, helping the Apple family's matriarch make her way back inside. Apple Bloom came bounding excitedly down the stairs with a towel draped over her withers, a beaming, disheveled Zecora in tow. The younger sister took up her position o
Windfall - Part 7The ponies gathered in the parlor of the farmhouse at Sweet Apple Acres sat in silence, too anxious to talk but still drawing comfort from each other's presence.Windfall - Part 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Caramel shared the love seat with Pinkie Pie, gamely trying to sip his coffee or take a bite of a pfeffernusse without spilling or getting crumbs all over due to his fiancee's relentless oscillations.
The pink mare herself was looking a tad green around the gills, and was uncharacteristically uninterested in any of the apple based baked goods freely on tap in the kitchen.
Rarity huddled on the couch wrapped in a rustic quilt, her mane bound up in a red and white checked towel, a cup of tea cooling on a barrel converted into an end table next to her. She was looking a bit peaked herself, her deep blue eyes never settling for long on any particular point in the room, although whether it was from her recent ordeal or simply from being immersed up to her horn in the Apple family's down home country decor she declined to say.
Windfall - Part 6Spike the dragon lounged in a nearly pony sized basket next to Twilight Sparkle's desk in the office shared by several of Canterlot U's junior faculty and student teachers, seemingly flipping lazily through an advanced and esoteric tome of magical theory.Windfall - Part 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In truth, he was perusing the four color panels of the latest issue of Thunderpony tucked neatly into the pages of the larger book. He'd picked up a lot in his years as the lavender unicorn's assistant, and knew how to choose books to get the best startled double takes from any students or faculty who happened to pass by.
His stomach rumbled a bit, and he glanced at the somnolently ticking grandfather clock that stood by the door, noticing that Princess Celestia's beaming portrait on the dial had been replaced by Princess Luna's shyly smiling visage.
As the comic book he read wrapped up on a cliffhanger, he began to mutter petulantly under his breath. "Is this it for our hero? Will Thunderdragon ever... eat... again... Will the nefari
Windfall - Bonus ChapterEPILOGUE:Windfall - Bonus Chapter3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They visited for only a short while, whispering heartfelt congratulations and blessings on the infant foal, before Cabbage Leaf and Granny Smith shooed everyone out so the little family could take their rest.
Windfall was wrapped in a soft blanket and laid in a beautiful crib that the younger Apple sister had constructed out of the family's namesake wood, the fragrant planks sanded to such smoothness that they felt like silk to the hoof. Apple Bloom beamed with pride to see her niece nestle in with another precious sigh, as Applejack smiled and ruffled her little sister's mane.
Big Macintosh and Fluttershy climbed back onto the bed together after the lights in the room were lowered, sharing a kiss as Granny Smith gently closed the door.
The aged matriarch of the Apple Clan said her thanks to Cabbage Leaf and slipped her a bag of bits, that the stocky earth pony in turn cheerfully split between herself, Nurse Redheart, and Zecora. Their business concluded, the midwife, herbali
Windfall - Part 8A pair of pegasi lounged on a terrace outside the VIP suite at Madison Mare Gardens, looking down at the busy street in front of the stadium's main gates. Down below, a cyan pegasus mare with a multicolored mane and tail stood with folded wings amongst a throng of colts and fillies, looking for all the world like a swan swimming in a lake of swirling manes, tails, stubby horns, and small fluttering wings. She was dressed in a sweat stained, form fitting blue and yellow bodysuit with jagged lightning motifs, the signature uniform of the celebrated Wonderbolts Stunt Flying team.Windfall - Part 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shootin' Star popped a grape from a nearby fruit tray into his mouth and cast a scathing glance at the spectacle below. "Just lookit' that show boatin' glory hog down thar." He muttered, his Appleloosan drawl more pronounced than usual. "She just cain't git enough, can she?"
The lean, blaze yellow mare reclining on a deck chair next to him shook her head, ruffling her fiery orange mane, and chuckled, fixing the y
The Houses of the Edain THE HOUSE OF BEORThe Houses of the Edain7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 1st House of the Edain
The first of the Edain to enter Beleriand
First discovered by Finrod
Greatly loved by the Noldor
Dark haired and grey eyed
Famous for their love of learning
Estolad Year 311-355 1st Age of the Sun
Dorthonian Year 355-455 1st Age of the Sun
Dor-lomin Year 455-472 1st Age of the
Detailed Character SheetDetailed Character Sheet5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Temptation"Oh but mother!" I sighed shaking my head at her as she crossed her arms giving me a stern glare.Temptation4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Don't defy me, Perisia! You know very well to never cross into that land! After what happened your older sister, I couldn't bear loosing you too!" She said unfolding her arms pulling me into warm sun kissed hug, I couldn't help but hug her back. I completely understood what she meant, my sister Persephone had wandered off and and was seduced by the god Hades. My mother, Demeter, was devastated but after a deal with my uncle, Zeus, he was able to free Persephone for six months. During those months my mother had lightened up and was happy. Then I came into the picture. Perisia. The daughter of the harvest goddess Demeter and Zeus and sister to the ill fated Persephone, queen of the underworld.
"I swear to you that I won't do anything irrational. Now may I please go now?" I asked wanting to go play out in the fields under the warm sun provide by my cousin Helios.
Once Upon a Midnight Clear"There was no moon, and I have never seen the stars shine brighter;Once Upon a Midnight Clear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they appeared to stand out of the sky, sparkling like diamonds.
It was the kind of night that made one feel glad to be alive."
- Jack Thayer, First Class Passenger on the RMS Titanic, from an account of the April 15th, 1912 sinking
Such a contrast to that "midnight dreary
when I pondered, weak and weary"
and considered the bust of Pallas Athena,
the guardian goddess of my door.
And heard the raven sing "Nevermore."
Oh, how glad I am that I can witness this night.
A million billion twinkling lights, all separate entities
And yet one distinctive unit. To take away one
Would diminish all the others.
That would be a true tragedy, Mr. Poe. And no "lost Lenore" can compete with that.
And yet, I find myself wondering,
'If no one is around to witness a miracle,
Is there proof that it actually happened?'
A bit like the "tree falling in the forest" question, isn't it?
And just as soon as the thought leaves my mind,
Dear GodDear God,Dear God3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me just start out by saying that
I know I don't believe in you
- I don't think I ever did.
I know church was just an obligation to me,
Filled with psalms and flickering candles.
I know I've "sinned",
And I'm sorry
- that's what you say
When you're in confession,
Right? I'm sorry?
(more than I've told the truth),
I've committed blasphemy
Godhow I've used your name in vain).
You could even say that
I'm not happy with what I have
(is this body really something to be proud of?).
But worst of all those sins,
I've committed murder.
I've killed the person
You used to know.
That innocent little girl
Who used to balance your book
In her tiny hands
And caress its weight to her chest;
Those papyrus-thin words
Rustling as they impacted
Her still developing morals.
The little girl
Who created ripples in
Your bowl of holy water
- watching as they rebounded
And slowly stilled into
A Dozen RosesThe autumn breeze whipped against him as he trudged on. The orange leaves blew by him, framing the scene. He felt the already-fallen leaves crunch under his feet as he took in another painful breath. The air was crisp and distinct; he knew this time of year all too well. The atmosphere was bittersweet. He had grown accustomed to the chilly air, the golden colors surrounding him. They weren't pleasant colors. Oh, no. To some people they might have been, but not to him.A Dozen Roses5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He trudged forward, past the old, rickety gate. It squeaked in response, but it went unheard. He had been here so many times. Everything was always the same when he came. Sometimes he wished that it would change. Give him some closure, maybe. Show him that life moved on even after tragic happenings come along and slap you in the face. It had been exactly a year today since the event and he still hadn't completely moved on. How could he?
He finally made it to his destination. Clutching the parcel in his shivering, gloved h
Crayon-scribbled ConsumerismCrayon-scribbled Consumerism10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In recent years the government has taken a backseat on the road to power, the marketing industry has taken hold of the wheel of Ford's latest model and didn't forget to stop for a refreshing, ice-cold bottle of Coca-Cola. Soon buying a pair of Nike's gets you an immediate bullet to the skull and that degree from Stanford, displayed on your wall will have the value equivalent to a rundown technical school in some decaying suburban town. No longer will how intelligent, creative, or talented you are, matter- if the newest SAAB isn't parked inside your three-car garage, you will not exist. Clever marketing gimmicks and colorful, eye-catching advertisements will soon rule our world. That ten-second jingle you just heard on television will become more credible than the opinions of your closest friends. Our society is already becoming more and more keen to eat out of the hands of greedy marketing executives; our heads are turning and our eyes are widening to their intricately thought-out
Windfall - Part 1Caramel's voice sounded from deep in the closet by the door, his mellow tan hindquarters the only thing visible as he rooted about, his brown tail lashing in mild agitation. "Sweetheart, do you know where I put my umbrella?"Windfall - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pinkie Pie's chipper voice called out over a faint clattering from the direction of the kitchen. "You left it hanging on the coat pegs by the back door."
The earth pony stallion backed out of the closet and trotted across the empty tile floor of Sugarcube Corner and disappeared through a swinging door marked "Employees Only". A couple of moments later his plaintive call came from the store room. "Aw, now where did I leave my rain slicker? It was just here yesterday!"
Pinkie's voice in the kitchen chirped in reply. "On the rack in the bathroom, remember? From when Snails brought Gummy over from Froggy Bottom Bog for his weekly bath!"
"Oh right, how could I forget?" Came the stallion's mildly pained reply as he cantered out of the back room shaking his head, an umbre
G E N E S I S - Ch 2 - Chapter 2G E N E S I S - Ch 2 -7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even though the citizens of Green Hill took precautions, moved higher and higher above ground, and even went as far as to strictly forbid anybody from leaving their small, drenched houses the floods water levels continued to rise, without any hesitation. And after weeks and weeks of continuous flooding, it soon became rather apparent to the folk of the Green Hill Zone, that they did not have long at all before their very escape would finally be swept away.
But that didnt happen.
Perhaps somebody who was in control of the situation had taken pity, and decided to let the poor folk off. Perhaps the skies over Green Hill had run out of water. Or perhaps, the dreamed-of hero that many civilians had fantasized about, had finally arrived, performed his heroic deeds, before vanishing once more into the unknown.
Whatever the cause, it came to be that the Green Hill Zone was receiving less and less rain, over the days that followed the floods high
Private Wars Pt. IIWhen the Redfield siblings returned from the storage facility with Claire in the Hummer and Chris driving Jill's car, Claire had thought to remind him of some pleasant memories in their childhood that usually involved some mischief on Chris' part toward an authority figure, like Uncle Rod, who'd had a drinking problem, but was surly and arrogant even when sober. Claire was reminding him of the time when Chris had glued a penny to the kitchen floor before Uncle Rod had come stumbling in. The bad-tempered drunkard had seen the penny and couldn't resist its glinting, coppery sheen. From that moment on, terribly uncoordinated, drunken hilarity ensued for twenty minutes that summer afternoon. Claire had gotten Chris laughing, which had been her aim to get him away from meditating on his guilt about Jill. In fact, they were laughing when they entered the apartment.Private Wars Pt. II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
" . . . And then the poor bastard dies of liver failure," came Chris jovi