Creature-Race creation sheetSpeciesCreature-Race creation sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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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.
TurquoiseTurquoiseTurquoise2 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
At The End Of The Night.Tie your knotsAt The End Of The Night.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your loose ends frivolous
And who's with you at the end of the night?
Try to live
And fail to die
And who cares at the end of the night?
Reclaim a truce
And fight your wars
But who wins at the end of the night?
Write your words
And play your chords
But who's listening at the end of the night?
Cry your tears
And wipe your eyes
But who's holding you at the end of the night?
Choose your friends
And close your doors
But who's watching at the end of the night?
Then pull back in
But who's staying at the end of the night?
Who are you at the end of the night?
Circling WolvesI told myselfCircling Wolves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would quit
before the smell
stuck to my clothes,
but I'm here
on this bench with him
or, really, standing
next to this bench,
and we're eyeing the cars
that pass through
There's a forest
and a path right
behind us, but he
doesn't want to walk it,
he wants to
watch and see if
anyone is going to swing around
that blind corner
and crash into
the back of his
I was hoping
would pass by, but
we're alone out here.
Staring into someone's
there's a pile of ash
on my shoe
and it looks like
we're just waiting
for our bodies to die.
trusting fatetrusting fate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am pulsing. my brain is filling with electricity- a blown fuse has been replaced. all the sudden, i see you again. i see you laughing, so far away and yet so close. your face has a way of lighting up like you've always known about him- that man you said you'd find. and inside i am dying, but something sad has a way of holding on.
yet here you are, and i am dying again. a few words written, a thank you, a description of something buried deep inside- the last wisps of snowflakes and shards of ice are churning, desperately keeping in motion, trying to survive.
you have a way with words. you speak in tongues that are both enchanting and undecipherable. i had hoped that someday i would be able to speak with you; to keep myself moving- to survive like those last breaths of winter. nothing ever really happens though- not when
i myself am nothing to start with. not when you are everything and you can't even see it.
you are spring, and i am winter. i start strong but fade quickly- and then
~Sleepwalker~~Sleepwalker~3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There sat a raven-haired male, at the head of a long, worn table. It was grand, fit for those of high regard. The cloth, however worn, still had hints of its old silken beauty. Many chairs ran alongside the table, with one at the head at the other end. High back chairs with cushioned seats. Dish ware covered the table, some still neatly in place, but most were strewn across the room from fights past.
The room was dark, dust covering nearly everything. The room had a ghostly feel to it like spirits still lingered, but only faintly, leaving most of this grand mansion empty and lonely.
Except for the raven-haired man. He sat in the head chair at the table. His body was relaxed in the chair, his face emotionless and his eyes shut as he drummed his fingers on the table. His mind was
''BURN IT DOWN!''Whilst stars go waltzing''BURN IT DOWN!''2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
out of sight,
And bombs are bursting
day and night–
Within this chaos
Finally, I find
And whilst the stars go
Bombs a-blasting all
I'll cast out all my
And calmly put this
Then in silence: together...
I'll share with all what must
'fore I cross that final
and burn this bridge
all on my own.
Outlaws of LoveOh, nowhere left to go.Outlaws of Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Are we getting closer, closer?
No, all we know is no,
Nights are getting colder, colder.
Seventeen minutes was all we had, seventeen minutes to live or die. We couldn't decide what to do, how to do it, anything. But whatever we chose, it wouldn't end well. It never ended well when the two of us were together, honestly. We knew then, when we heard the cock of the gun what would probably happen. One of us would get shot; the other would fall back and panic, getting shot as well. We always imagined we would die together, but never like this. Our fingers laced together, and he turned to me, giving a sad smile, his blue eyes broken, but still strong. He was always the strong one, always there to protect me and fight away my nightmares, but would he be strong enough for this? Or would I finally see his weakness, finally see what he never wanted anyone to see, the human underneath his shadowed exterior, the human beneath the genetically created monster.
Less Than LostI tried finding itLess Than Lost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the hips of a
on the way to Buffalo.
I tried finding it
in the obscene
rows of houses
In the petal
hair of girls
who do not
in the eyes of a
older than I'll ever be.
In the feather rain
In fields of indian corn
purple, yellow, blue,
On the backs of
freight trains, in
drugs and drugs.
I searched for it
in the flat, coastal
forever of Florida;
I searched for it in the
and in the ridges
of my nails,
Crumpled upWhen you open me up,Crumpled up2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
un-crumpling folded pages
I am with you
In spirit and in love.
Now give me your most dearest and warmest of hugs.
Think that of me your personal angel; let your wings soar.
Radiating from your pocket, happiness that you may adorn
Todays' hardship are gone, i'll chase them away.
Your personal wizard, your very kind sage
Every false hope I'll try to mend, like my pages that you bend
Now crumple me back up, until you need me again
A Little Bit Of Happy Ch. 2Adam's POV:A Little Bit Of Happy Ch. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I still couldn't believe it. I'd was going to be a dad. Not an adopted dad, a real dad. We were going to have a little baby.
I don't know how it happened, but somehow Tommy had gotten pregnant. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad or angry or excited or what.
* * * *
"ADAM!" Tommy shrieked. I cringed: when you first hear his voice, you don't think it can go very loud. But let me tell you: it can. Almost as loud as my voice. I hurried into our room (it was our room now that Tommy moved in permanently) to see what was wrong. I found him tearing apart the room, shirtless and with one hand on his baby bump.
"What is it, Glitterbaby?"
"I don't have a shirt!" he cried, having a pregnant lady... erm, guy fit.
"Of course you do, what about the one you wore yesterday?"
"I threw up on it." I raised an eyebrow.
"Ok, and where are the other two?"
"In the washing machine!" He started to dig through his closet, flinging things out behind him as he went. I frowned.
Phosphorusnow my clothesPhosphorus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and these legs
hang off the bed
my trees grip
from five stories
a girl I've known
I leave it
I Can See You Like Cracks In The Eartheverywhere, mountains have beenI Can See You Like Cracks In The Earth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oceans have been tamed
has crushed them.
he called it the art of destruction.she had nice eyes,he called it the art of destruction.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind you liked to draw
with watercolor tears
and ink like the moon's
he had memorized
her midnight lashes,
the half-closed shutters
and memories locked away
behind a pupil,
and his pencil was the
were the specks in her
irises of emerald
everything she touched
turned into gold,
everything she touched
and rose anew
like budding flowers
after the blizzard.
could never do the same,
but he'd give those eyes away
for a dime apiece,
ignoring the fact
that ebony charcoal
and half-dried acrylics
were all that she would
Melatonin Addictioncan i fill you up?Melatonin Addiction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on brine, boosts and bronze.
I mean that literally,
The Earth is hollow but we still drill through.
Space is a concept evidently named.
I'm a warrior and you be the princess,
you're already rescued, promised to curses.
is a line is a line is a line is a line
and I'm in enigmas, sure by shore leaves.
sunken ships launch from the beach front
and take their ghosts,
a secret suicide.
If ants drew us and we marched past,
would it be any different, would it be any different?
in a line to end all lines,
and seductive co-workers fling their shit at me.
once primal, always primal, just anthropomorphic.
I'm just a collection of piss stains,
wrung out and forgotten
stinky and melancholic.
addicted to that pin-prick well,
settling for justice with a bucket,
we dip our heads into water and crack the rot over bemusement.
I hope you wake up
oh, god i hope you fucking wake up
I Just Did It For Your EntertainmentI Just Did It For Your Entertainment3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He stared at me for a while after I asked the simple question, and as his anxiety rose, so did mine. "Do you see what you do to people? You terrify them. You're a monster just like me." I shook my head, it couldn't be. I was no monster. There was no way. I wasn't a monster no
I studied the leather in the seat beside me, closest to the door, then looked out the window and watched the city going by. The lights messed with my mind a little, a mixture of exhaustion and nerves making everything look a little extra blurry than they already did.
Finally he spoke, "I-I'm Landon " He sounded mortified. It was true. I was a monster. I terrified him. He didn't want to be near me. And for some reason, that killed me inside. It shouldn't matter. I knew plenty of other people who would want to. But it wasn't the same it wasn't Landon. It was a gorgeous name. I had only heard it maybe once before. I loved it.
"Sorry Its just hard t-talking to someone like you
UnfoldingTheyUnfolding1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
far too hard
to beautify words.
Mannequin dresses, flower vases,
old men in dark shirts
IslandsWe have been in bad placesIslands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is not one of them.
I feel older;
it's no longer games
and cheap soda.
We trade stories
as if we were
A narrow porch
with a clear view
of the road and
you can sort of
see the river.
with yellowed butts
that I have
into a garden.
Vacant HouseVacant House7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There’s a vacant house at the end of my block. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for almost a year, but I never really paid any attention to it. Like any vacant house in a neighborhood with kids, it has its stories; most kids say it's haunted, surprise surprise. All the kids at school are too cowardly to do anything but tell “spooky” stories about it, ha, wimps. Not me, I’m going to do something about it. Today, I’m going to explore it.
I’m on my front steps now, wielding only a small flashlight. Don’t need a camera, not like I’m going to see anything interesting. I told my mom I'm going to go play with some kids from school. Then, finally, get off the steps and down onto the sidewalk.
The vacant house is only half a bl
ImmortalityWhat is it like to be immortal?Immortality1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always wanted to know
Living the same way for eternity
Not sure if you can escape
Or even feel like escaping
But escape isn't on your mind right now,
you're living in a beautiful lie
Now comes the time when things get ugly
You're thirteen and you have a family of your own
And while that family grows,
you stay the same
Soon you're kneeling by the hospital bed
Listening to your elderly children beg to you:
"Come with us, mother, come with us please."
Deep in your heart you want to go but you can't
And you watch as everyone you love flicker out like candles
Perhaps you can witness the end of the world
And you'd still be alive
Even suicide won't let you go
Immortality has it's icy fingers wrapped around you
Never releasing you from it'd grip
No one can hear scream with loneliness from inside your heart
What is it like to be immortal?
I never want to know
Weres Of The Small KindWeres Of The Small Kind3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tommy steps into the tour bus, finding it empty, just how he had hoped for. He knew there is another Were around, somewhere in the band. He is sure it is not one of the dancers, he had checked their bus some time ago.
So it must be someone from this bus.
Tommy sniffs around the area, his curiosity pushing him to find out more about this 'mystery Were'. He woke up early just to come here alone. Like fuck he will poke his nose here and there, sniffing like a bloodhound, with others here.
"Hmm," Tommy's throat rumbles almost silently.
He picks up a scent, fresh and clearly not human. However, it is already fading and blends almost completely with a typical human's, the latter's smell close to masking over the Were's.
Tommy is relieved to even be able to pick it up, the scent is normally so faint that he does not even notice it. That's because he is feline, not canine, therefore his sense of smell is not that powerful. But his hearing is, thanks to his 'Leptailurus serval' bloodline