The Dragon EggThe two men walked in the room, immediately followed by their lawyer. They all sat down in front of the table, the lawyer on one side and the two men on the other. The lawyer carefully placed his bag on the table, and took out a bunch of papers. He coughed to get the other twos attention. So...are we ready?The Dragon Egg5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Yes, Im ready. One of the two, a man in his early 20s, spoke.
The other man, probably in his 40s, nodded. Just hurry up and read the testament, I dont have all day
Have patience. The younger one spoke. The mans doing his job, you cant rush him on that.
The other snorted. Alright...its your house after all...please mister, continue
The lawyer coughed a few more times. So...today we are sitting here to read the testament of Mister Roy Mandson, who passed away three weeks ago, on September 13th 2010. Two people have been called here: his only son he said a
Dragon AnatomyThis document will be discussing the physical features of the species dragon Eudraco magnificus occidentalis and their potential benefit to the earth empire.Dragon Anatomy5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A dragon is a quadrupedal reptile mammal cross, it has most of the physical characteristics of a reptile such as scales and they hatch from eggs, but has several features that could only classify it as a mammal, such as its warm blooded and the eggs are internally fertilised. These discrepancies are most likely going to reclassify the dragon into a class of its own, probably homoeothermic reptile. Dragons are carnivores, but they are not scavengers, preferring to eat fresh meat that they have killed themselves than carrion. The dragon is what you would call a super predator, similar to industrialized man, it is at the very top of the food chain and nothing is above it.
The dragons power lies in its size and strength, a fully grown dragon reaches about thirty feet in length and fifteen feet high.
WhyWhyWhy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything hurts within my soul.
I can no longer breathe.
My heart is breaking piece by piece.
My soul is in agony.
A burning pain in my chest.
My tears cover my face.
Endless oceans of tears I cry this day.
All happiness was torn out of my heart.
The walls seem to close on me.
Darkness arises from within.
A thirst of revenge fills my mouth.
My eyes no longer cry.
Now they are filled with vengeance.
I just want to see him dead.
I want to see the person who took everything from me.
I want to see him die in my arms.
Over I night he took all the life from me.
My brother and sister.
My mother and father.
They were taken away from me by him.
By his cold and merciless eyes.
Drunk he drove across the street.
While we were having a BQ.
Then suddenly he crushed in our home.
Taking away the lives of my younger brother and sister.
The car run over mom and hit dad and sent him flying.
I was the only one speared by fate.
Now I moan the lost.
Now I wish for his death.
But I am weak.
Love LostLove LostLove Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is not a happy song.
This isn't about two lovers.
It isn't about love wining at the end of the day.
This is about a broken heart.
You find someone special.
And you live a fantasy inside your head.
Glories images of how they are together.
A true romance experienced by the lovers.
A true happy illusion this is.
Overtaking their minds and souls.
Their hearts explode with love.
A feeling greater than anything else.
But that feeling comes with a great price.
A break up leaves him with sorrow.
All the fantasies he had now crumble down.
Just like dust in the wind.
All those happy moments inside his head now face reality.
The collision course leaves the way burned.
His heart breaks and his mind gets blind.
All those happy moments end in a sorrow grief.
He sits alone in the dark corners of the room.
Facing reality head on painful road.
A lonely path he walks towards unknown sadness.
And the world seems a little gray every day.
One day he finds out she has another lover.
A pain gr
Some FriendsSome FriendsSome Friends2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sacred word to all of the humans.
We all have our best friends and our normal friends.
We trust them and sometimes rely on them.
But some of them are just a mask.
They don't care about you and care about themselves.
They use you because they don't have anything to do.
When they are alone they call you so you can make them company.
But when you are alone and you need them they don't respond.
They leave you alone and go out with others so they would have an excuse.
When they have free time they call you so you could go and hang out wit them.
But when you want to be with them they are always busy.
They just use you to kill time.
They don't care about you or what you want.
For them you are a tool that could be manipulated.
They can use you whenever they want without thinking.
But when you need them they are not there to help you.
But that isn't harsh.
The worst thing is that when you see them making plans right before your eyes.
And they never include you into their
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
BloodClan's Wrath - Chp 5BloodClan's Wrath - Chp 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Star gasped. "No! Boulder!" she protested. "Don't."
I turned back to her, eyes agonized. "I don't want to leave you," I murmured. "I love you so much. But if this keeps you alive " my voice trailed off and I turned back to Scourge. "Happy now?"
Scourge narrowed his eyes and turned back to Fawn and gave her a quick farewell and told the others in his guard to head back and that he would walk with me. I wanted to say a long good-bye to Star and tell her how much I loved her, but Scourge shoved me with his shoulder toward the exit.
I squeezed through the fence and stalked down the street. Scourge came after me bounding. "Don't you walk away from me!" he snarled.
"You're in a pretty bad position to start acting like my father," I shot back acidly moving faster.
Scourge ran up, and head me off, his lips curled in a snarl. "Listen to me!" he yowled flexing his claws as if he wanted to rip my face.
"Why should I give you the time of day?" I snarled. "You took awa
DreamsDreamsDreams2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Dreams are reachable,
If you just believe,
It could be as big as the Milky Way,
Or as small as a sunflower seed.
Your dreams are within your reach,
The sky is NOT the limit,
So be brave and stand up,
Never be timid!
Impending FluteImpending fluteImpending Flute3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am trilled
staccato bursts of
At War We MarchAt War We MarchAt War We March2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You enslaved us and imprisoned us.
Behind bars we stay to pay for our sins.
But what kind of a sin is freedom?
You took our freedom and bound is to prison.
But now we are the ones who are going to rise.
And we will face you head on and we will win.
The battle for freedom has begun.
And there is no turning back!
Be ready or you will fall.
Be ready or you will lose.
We rise and we fight.
Our day is coming.
The day of your downfall draws upon you.
A day that you know you can't escape.
There will be slaughter for the cost freedom.
A cost which is high for both sides of war.
A flag of hatred we carry but you are the ones who made it.
At war we march, at war for freedom.
The final stand draws upon this chained world.
So be ready because we are coming to take back our lives.
A wake of devastation calls upon your sin souls.
A threat to our foundation will be eradicated.
Defend our own existence from your evil's cruel persistence.
And if your spirits falter you face the devil's
BloodClan's Wrath - Chp 3BloodClan's Wrath - Chp 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Time passed and I grew. I was still smaller than normal cats, but I was larger than Scourge. He taught me how to rule BloodClan and he taught me how to be a heartless ruler. My job was easy, obey and be obeyed. Serve and live.
I became his second-command. Only Scourge was more powerful than me. My orders were followed without prevail unless Scourge didn't approve. Even the powerful Bone carried out my commands without question. My loyalty to Scourge was never doubted and he never doubted me for a second.
As time moved on, my sisters were forgotten- power had gotten to my head, just as Scourge had intended as did Bone. Scourge wanted me to be strong, but Bone wanted me to die. He knew that if I got arrogant enough and challenged Scourge it would mean treason. The penalty for treason was none other than death.
I moved out of the dumpster and got a large cardboard box which was feet to the right of the dumpster toward the street. The top flap hung down giving me priva
ChokeI think I said "I need you."Choke1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I really don't know why.
I guess if you'd say "me too,"
You might just see me cry.
I swear I said "I'll be there,"
But that would be absurd.
I have no reasons to care,
I'd never say those words.
I think I said "I'm fading,"
But that's just not my style.
Without constant berating,
I'd live happy in denial.
I think I said "I need you,"
But then I know I'm wrong.
My lips are covered in glue,
You'll never hear me song.
Words and Empty SpacesWords and empty spacesWords and Empty Spaces4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In desperation wrought
Messengers too feeble for
The heaviness of thought.
Eternity ComesEternity comesEternity Comes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a raindrop
Of the ethereal
Condensed in a droplet
For a moment
In an instant
In the ever-widening rings
Of its ripples
A Scene in a Meadow1. (On Watching)A Scene in a Meadow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wide whites shifting and sailing
Across deep happy blues
Will arch and stretch
To welcome the horizon
There are ripples and waves
Across the water's solid face
Awoken by light carried breezes
Aimless yet searching
Washed away stones
Small and slender
Will rest and sleep
Among willows' shade
With blue-stained warblers
And passioned robins
Weaving through willows
And following the wind
A whisper to the noon sky
A cry, a shout
This is eternity
2. (On Sleeping)
In a listless windfall
The nomadic winds
Soothing and placid
Traveling my features
Rock me to sleep
3. (On Waking)
Shade blanketing meadow's grasp
My eyes and straight gaze now immune
Receding water and imploring eyes
Matched with soft night calls
Staring right through walking wind
Shingled moonlight waving
And knocking and waiting
On the lapping waves
Floating pieces of shed autumn
Lifting and shaking
On grated moonlight
A whisper to the night sky
A cry, a shout
MusicMusicMusic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life is music.
One long song.
With different sounding.
Music define us.
It makes us who we are.
It shows us our purpose.
It guide is through the darkness.
Giving light in despair.
Showing kindness when no one does.
It's our best friend.
It will never leave us.
It gives us hope.
Light and joy.
In moment of need is there.
Making us happy.
Never abandoning us.
When the world turns its back on us music doesn't.
Music is alive in all of us.
It lives with every melody.
It lives within our souls.
We may hear it with our ears.
But we feel it with our souls and hearts.
Denying music means denying life.
A world without music is a sad place.
It's doomed and lost.
No light would shine upon our souls.
But as long as we have music everything is alright.
Every single thing in this world listens to music.
Even the smallest sound of the birds is music.
We must cherish it.
We must protect it.
We must love it.
We must enjoy it.
In a world of desperation music is redemption.
Music is glory!
BloodClan's Wrath - Chp 10BloodClan's Wrath - Chp 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sunlight was just slanting over the rooftops when I woke the next morning. It was the second sunrise, but I knew my answer. I couldn't deny the feeling. Ever since that dream, I could feel the wind tugging at my fur and the gentle whisper of the breeze murmuring for me to go into the forest.
I sat up and saw Misty still sleeping soundly beside me, her pale gray tail curved up and around her nose. I managed a smile and watched her sleep for a moment longer before rising to my paws. I padded out of the box and out into the alley. The rank of humans and their machines that rode along the roads seemed almost alien-like to me after the dream. I could feel that I no longer belonged here.
A faint snoring sound came from Misty and my whiskers twitched in amusement but I didn't turn. My ears flicked and rotated casually around my head in different directions taking in the noises around me. I could hear some two-leg voices from one of the apartments that were in the brick buildin
BloodClan's Wrath - PrologueBloodClan's Wrath - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fading With Memories
I looked up and around and I could see the lake. It was a beautiful sight. The sun set in the distance as I could remember the dreaded past that had haunted me for moons after.
The sounds of nervous paw-steps sounded behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to see my good friend, Russetfur.
"Hey," I greeted conversationally turning back to the lake.
She padded up and sat down beside me. "It's beautiful," she purred licking her forepaw. "Blackstar's been looking for you."
I sighed. "Blackstar's just gonna have to wait for right now," I replied. "I don't feel so good. . ." I mewed my voice trailing off uneasily.
She turned her head and looked at me with anxious green eyes. "Boulder," she mewed my name with an antagonized voice. "What's wrong?"
I was already gone. I collapsed onto the ground gasping for breath. My heart slowed and my breathing went shallow as I fought death's icy breath as it pricked at my paws tugging at them.
"Boulder!" she cried. "Hold on!
Miss you...Miss you...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tagren (Tag) Shepard
Vanguard, Spacer, War Hero.
There are people who always struggle with their position, who always complain and rush forward to earn best, to show everyone their value Those were the 90% of the casualties at any campaign, every soldier knew this and this knowledge was that one thing that made a man with a gun a soldier.
Tagren Shepard was a soldier, he never wanted any glory and he was contempt with everything he had: from the shotgun and the armor to the comrades-in-arms be it state-of-the-art weapon and hardened war veterans or an old rusty slugthrower and a bucnh of green newbies. He followed orders and he did his duty, no matter what he never complained: 'Make do with what you have, some don`t have even this!' the sergeant in the Training Camp used to say Tagren remember those words for his entire life both of them!
So being locked up in the dark ti
BloodClan's Wrath - Chp 2BloodClan's Wrath - Chp 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke early the next morning to see the bottom of the dumpster. I lay on my back staring up at the ceilingor bottomor whatever! I heard Scourge's steady breathing behind me and I twisted so I faced him.
The black lump of fur lay on its side with his chest rising with each breath and falling with each exhale. I watched my new mentor primarily for there was nothing else to do and while I watched I felt a wave of tranquility wash over me. Maybe things would be all right here after all.
Almost instantly at my thought the ice-blue eyes opened and he raised his head with effort and saw me. "Oh, Boulder," he mewed pulling himself up onto his belly. "I didn't know you were awake."
I wanted to shoot back a retort, but something stopped me.
"I didn't want to wake you," I partially lied.
He shook his head as if he was offended. "Don't worry about me," he mewed gently. "Are you hungry?"
At those words I felt my stomach rumble. I tried to remember the last time I
monsters do die.you buried me inside a glass boxmonsters do die.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you kept me up in your attic
with only the rats and the bats to keep my company
you broke me open from that box
when the salt water poured out of my mouth
and onto the floor of the story below mine
you had forgotten about me up in your attic
until that night when you carried me into
your bedroom and held me until the morning light
you didn't want to believe that you had been
thinking about me for the rest of that day
because if you did it would mean you had fallen back in love
you crawled home a week later your collar bloody
and then you held me once again that night
only to push me away once you felt my touch
you took my hair and cut it into a million pieces
the strands fell through the cracks in the wood floor
and landed in the room of your daughter who was only five
you had to explain why you had a dead women up there
to your five year old daughter on that dark stormy night
and you told her i was a monster and that all monster eventually die
Ghost LandsGrey mist rent with cries of geeseGhost Lands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Haunting calls that never cease
Beckoning from phantom shores
Where suns rise grey on endless moors
Moaning wind through ancient grass
Still it rustles - still it lasts
Time cannot erase the sound
It calls me back to deadly ground
Freezing waves with steel tips
Roaring, pounding on the cliffs
Echoing within the brain
No resistance can remain
Chilling birthright on the soul
Ever will exact its toll
Til I make my weary way
To end of time, and island grey