Creature-Race creation sheetSpeciesCreature-Race creation sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few weeks seem to slow to crawl. Severus soon found himself both dreading, and eagerly anticipating Thursday afternoons and the first year students that would stare silently up at him for two hours.
The Potter boy caused him particular distress. He absolutely hated looking into those green eyes, but nothing gave him more pleasure than to torment the son and spitting image of his childhood enemy.
His only respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him, he found in his sixth year students. Particularly a bright, Slytherin girl named Ingrid Eastchurch.
She was a relatively thin girl with icy blue eyes, and short, white hair. Because she was a Slytherin, Snape was already predisposed to prefer her to his other N.E.W.T. students, but she really did possess an incredible talent for potion-making a talent that he hadn't seen since his own days at school.
As it was Halloween, classes had been released early, and most of the school was preparing to
The coin manThere is a man in the mountains who has a lot of money. Or it would likely seem a lot of money to you and me, but, given the unlikelihood that he'll ever spend any of it, the lot is less like a lot of money, and more like an enormous collection of coins. These coins are not particularly special; not to you and me; no particular countries of origin, no specific years, no arrangement, nothing unique.The coin man9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He just likes coins.
He has a wooden house, but no beard to speak of, and he's had a wife- more than once. He doesn't spend a lot time around the town, but he usually has a smile and a wave at the ready.
He is very, very satisfied.
And he really has a lot of coins.
TurquoiseTurquoiseTurquoise3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Turquoise, the combination of two beautiful colors of the spectrum
One represents the skies and peace, the other the nature and fertility
The darker shade of blue even represented an empress, the “Queen of Heaven”
While jade and the emeralds signify growth and harmony
It is the color of balance and blue is the truth
And when you unite the two you get a beautiful combination
Turquoise is the color of water; it is the symbol of youth
It’s aware, it’s healing, and relaxed; the color of communication
It’s peaceful and it forgives, the meaning of tranquility
It is a renewal of life; it’s refreshing and can motivate creativity
It promotes dreaming, new innovations and originality
And best of all it is independent and it strongly believes in personal responsibility
When I had YouWhen I had You4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember there was a time,
When I thought I had committed a crime.
I remember feeling my mind wonder,
As the first idea of you went through me like thunder.
First all I could feel was a hollow fear,
Then came the first happy tear.
My little baby nestled within me,
I just thought of how it would be.
A warm little someone to love and protect,
This little person I would never regret.
A son or a daughter,
Would be my joy and laughter.
I didn't care if they threw me out,
This child was mine without a doubt.
I would sit awake for hours,
Thinking of the blessed powers.
How wonderful it was to have you!
Being absolutely steadfast and true!
And my love was unconditional,
There was no want for anything additional.
When I told your father,
He wasn't thrilled that I was going to be a mother.
He was scared,
He worried how this was to be shared.
In a rush of emotion,
I threatened to keep you from his devotion.
My little miracle from heaven's beauty,
He was such a calamity.
He wasn't worthy of seei
MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says
Digging Up The PastWhat is the past to you, I'm askedDigging Up The Past4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why, the past is a corpse, my friend
It cannot live, it cannot breathe
And you cannot be there again
Unearth it, dissect it
Prop it up in a chair
Learn from it what you can
For you cannot live there
Is death scary?When you immediately think of death and nothingness it burns away and bleeds our thoughts and soul because the reality of what we are and the realisation isn't pretty. We are nothing but a tiny cog in the machine. We think we have soul but we don't, it's nothing but our intelligence adapting to emotions. A part of us thinks that the world revolves around us because we slightly feel that we are the only true real soul because we cannot truly recognise that everyone else is going through their own experience(life). It feels that everything is there and we are just doing our own thing because entertainment, food, everything is all there and the world is revolving and the whole human population are working just fine without us. They think every second and every minute just like we do but it's hard to accept that they also look at every single corner of wood or mirror or wrinkle. Their thought process also never stops. I'm not exactly to sure on what I am saying right now but I know deep doIs death scary?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
FishermenFishermen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
~Soaked~~Soaked~4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Invitations were never needed here. Only elegant attire, sophisticated enough behavior and a certain longing. A longing to fill that empty place
Adam Lambert had each of those. There for, his visits to the Johnson's Ball-room (a party of sorts, set up every weekend for those with enough money and no one to entertain them) were becoming routine.
He strutted out to the stone dance-floor, so many couples dancing in each other's arms. Half danced in rhythm and sway of the music and half danced to their own rhythm, too caught up in each others' splendor to care much for the opinion of others on their dancing.
It was those that he envied those people who had that significant other .the one that completed them so easily and perfectly, so that nothing was wrong in their world, when these moments came.
His pounding, pained heart ached as well as his dry throat. Mixed feelings of envy, hate, loneliness and longing flooded him. He sighed, straightening his jacket and
In Hidingwatch, beauty flares;In Hiding2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bury your words
with the necessity of murder
a silence for empty theaters
even surface thoughts
are only bones.
THE HUMAN CONDITIONWhat is the human condition such as it is?THE HUMAN CONDITION2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words that create actions bound by thought
Love that cries and joy that weeps
O’ fine tailor, weaver of great beauty
What is good and what is bad?
This body of blood and bone encased in flesh
Surrounded by ideals and mirrored visions
Beating to the rhythm and flow of time
O’ grand astrologer, reader of the stars
What is the past, what is the future?
Footsteps wander in all ten directions
Voices echo in the void of silence
An infinite oblivion of muddled words
O’ noble physician, healer of the sick
What is the condition, what is the cure?
Life and death crafted by fine silken cloth
Measured and cut in exact proportions
The individuality cloaked on the body
O’ wise sage, teacher of truth
What is wise and what is not?
Blue Tiger 1.0"Tommy! Where's my coffee!?"Blue Tiger 1.04 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tommy ran into the practice room, in his hand was a cardboard holder with several cups of coffee in it.
"Sorry, Derek, here you go," Tommy put the tray on the counter.
"Geez, took ya long enough," Derek, the band's lead vocalist, huffed. The shaggy brunette took a cup of steaming coffee, only sipping once before scowling again.
"Fuck, Tommy, didn't I ask for no sugar?"
"I did tell the lady," Tommy retorted, he took one of the remaining cups, "This one is yours, the one you're holding is for Sam."
"Then you could have said so earlier," Derek argued, not bothering to admit an ounce of fault.
"Sorry," Tommy murmured, there was no use arguing with Derek. No, correction, he could not argue with any of the band members. It was always the whole band against him, he was just the bass player, so they say.
Tommy was kind of a simple man. He's happy that he is playing music and getting paid, if he had to put up with this kind of treatment, so be it.
He sat down
My Own Hell 3.0Chapter Three: If You Loved Me You Would Be Here With meMy Own Hell 3.04 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A couple days ago I got a call from a very special person that I had thought, sadly, I would never get the chance to see againDavid Lovelace. I had a hope in the back of my mind that he would use the number that I left at Thomas Kingston's so that he could, with my full permission, contact me whenever he would like to whenever he was allowed. I have to admit, there was a feeling in the back of my mind that he would never even give it a thought. But when that unknown number popped up on my phone's screen, and when I answered it and found out who was talking, my heart skipped a beat and I jumped in place. What made it even better, and what made my reaction even stronger, was that the fact that he said he had got out of TK's, moved in with his aunt, and was going to attend a normal high school again. After talking for a while about how he was doing and how he was feeling, I asked him where his aunt lived. W
Hallwaythis candle is notHallway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the same kind
the muted presence
of an empty home
Good Morning - AdauliThe peak of morning exploded, morphing dark abyss into a happier color. Drips and drops of sun kissed the curtains, its lustrous lights bathing the two lovers, wrapped in satin covers. The sounds of the morning were dull behind the glass barriers of a New York apartment. The city was beginning to wake up. There were yells of hot dog vendors crammed up and down every block. The taxis were picking up their clients and sped off to reach the destination.Good Morning - Adauli4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The smells of coffee, pizza, and gun power clung to the air as the new day begun. The sun had reached its highest point in the sky, and the sidewalks were as cluttered as an unkempt closet. Everyone was up and bout ready to start their day. All but two.
The first to wake up was a dark haired man, shifting, murmuring words that were stolen from his dream. He sits up, as slow as it may be, for someone's arms were tightly holding onto his waist, lips pressed against his side. Directly across from him, only a few feet away, was a mirror, the m
For every boy I ever kissedi.For every boy I ever kissed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you took my hand 'neath the magnolia
at a christmas dinner party I held.
your mouth was cold. so were my affections.
you were the first man to listen to me.
i let you listen to my heartbeat; but
when the day fell away, you bruised me deep.
you were my safe harbour, and i your storm
turning your misery to naught but air
but i squirmed away from your tongue, repulsed.
you were my cradle, when i couldn't sleep
you would hold me close and pray for something,
anything, to keep me safe. (it was you).
eleven months spent sleeping with my phone,
i still couldn't believe when you kissed me
even after midnight struck us again.
i don't miss those guitar-player fingers
you wrapped me 'round. i loved enough for you
until i realised you didn't love me.
we fell into our love by accident
and like one, there were some fatalities
when you said you loved me using her name.
opposites attract. i fell hard for you.
you kissed me in starlit castle ruins.
DogAmerica is an overly purebred dog,Dog11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With rheumy eyes,
And a coat designed to be pretty,
But was ruined along the way.
The dog is ferocious,
A good hunter,
But with eyes so filled with overactive tear glands,
That it can scarcely tell the difference between
The decadent flesh of prosperity
And the rotting flesh of a broken society
Until it’s digesting it.
Its arthritic knees
Are twisted so strangely that it runs absurdly fast,
But, although it can tell that it’s going down the wrong road,
It can’t turn off of it.
America’s coat may be beautiful at first glance,
Convincing the onlooker that it is healthy,
But anyone who has ever seen a healthy dog
can tell that America is in the process of dying.
The swollen organs pushing at the thin, matted fur
Gives way to her illusion of grandeur.
God, how I miss the majestic beast of the past,
A grand creature that could snap a fish out of a river like lightning
As easily as it comforted every child that came
Glamorized Away 1.0 “Oh, how I wanna be free! Oh, how I wanna be free! Oh, how I want to break freeeeee!!” Freddie Mercury’s voice was rumbling in Adam’s earphones, as he was sleeping, or rather pretending to sleep, in the carGlamorized Away 1.03 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
All the turbulences, bright sun dazzling his eyes and voices around didn’t let him do it anyway. His younger brother was visibly bored with any other method of killing time he had invented himself earlier and now he repeated question that had been asked million times before.
“Mom, do we REALLY have to go there?”
Leila Lambert put her sunglasses down and sighed heavily.
“Honey, when was the last time we visited her? It’s your grandma, little respect. She lives far away but deserves to see her grandchildren from time to time”
“But mooooom….I could go to the camp or something” Neil whined, pouted and sank into his seat “Not there, to this boring jerkwater….”
“Watch your words,
They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless handsThey say beauty is only skin deep,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?
I Found an AngelI Found An AngelI Found an Angel1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found an angel. No, he didn't have a halo or wings, and he wasn't clothed in white either. He was just a boy, seemingly nothing more, his hands and feet grubby with sad sunken blue eyes. I was walking home from school that day, my backpack weighing me down like bricks, when I first saw him. I never stopped, never offered anything, just kept walking at a steady pace down the sidewalk. It was hot that afternoon, I remember, and all I could think about was my cool air-conditioned home waiting for me a mile down the street. I'd seen them there before, all the time, so naturally I didn't think much of it. But the next day on the way to school he was still there, the boy with his broken eyes.
This time I actually slowed down, hesitated for a second, but I'd be late if I stayed long. So I just gave him a smile smile, offered him half of my turkey sandwich, and started off once more. I tried to put him out of my mind, but the harder I pushed the more I thoug
faces of death1. more poem than shotgun shellfaces of death1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
2. the silhouette of a lone horseman
3. Dickinson's carriage
or Plath's oven
4. eternal staircase
5. acropolis of flesh
6. only ghost
7. another fucking sob story
Incy, Wincy SpiderIncy, wincy spider climbed up the water spout.Incy, Wincy Spider1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down came the bleach and washed the spider out.
Out came the spider's guts, they shrivelled in the rain;
And incy, wincy spider never climbed again.