ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
wade liberation warwade liberation war7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
The Grim ReaperThe Grim Reaper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He waits for me patiently
With wide open arms
Ready to take me to my grave
To my long-awaited death
He becomes my father
My protecter on Earth
Soon he will carry me away
To a place beyond heaven and hell
He comforts me in the night
Hands me the razor on my darkest days
Ready to hear my sad tales
And coax me to fall to death
He tells me of a world
Filled with isolation and pain
A world that would feel like home
Soon I will be ready to leave
He catches the tear drops
As if each one were precious
He begs me to look in the mirror
As I run the razor across my skin
Each mark tells a story
Of which he plays a main part
My dear, sweet Grim Reaper
Will send me to a place of hurt and torture
For which I happily think of
As I slide the cool metal deep into my skin
And watch the ruby droplets slither down my arm
While the Grim Reaper joyfully looks on
Proud of his new victim
I Am DeathI Am Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am death
I follow you wherever you go
Catch your constantly falling tears
Cheer you along when you pick up the blade
Fill you with sadness when you don't cut deep enough
I fill you with dread for each passing day
Watch you suffer with great satisfaction
Scold you when your happy
Applaud when you sit nad cry
I invade you mind when you finally sleep
Make you dream of your desired violent death
You wake up and another part of you is lost
My job is nearly complete
As the final part of your life dissolves
And the sanity has vanished
I open my arms and take you in
For I am death
Another ManI enter the city wearing another man's face and surrounded by another nation's soldiers. The sun is high, like our spirits, and the limestone walls shine bright and immovable as a god. As I march through the gate with the rest of my 'comrades', I observe the mechanism that works it.Another Man4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside, the city is a bustle of colour and a riot of noise. Women throw flower petals and children run to tie strips of bright fabric onto the spikes of our armour. We have met the savage wildlings in pitch battle and returned victorious, so the crowd crown us heroes. Amongst nine-hundred such brave men, one savage smiles along with them. The sun has dried the blood on my face. I hope it will last.
A young woman steps forward and hands me a posy of yellow flowers. She retreats back into the crowd, but not before I notice her drawn face and twig arms. On closer inspection, there are many in the crowd who appear less fed than they should be. The cost of a long conflict.
Signs of the war are more apparent once
Tick TockTick Tock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who Would Know
What I have to show
who would know
how to grow
cup of tears
tears of joy
please borrow my sorrows
and forget to return them
are going crazy
Editorial- FatLately, I've become more and more frustrated about the obsession with weight in this country. In the supermarket aisle, you see one tabloid proclaiming a certain actress is dieting herself to death while right next to it another tabloid is declaring an actress maybe ten pounds heavier is getting pudgy. Fat jokes are abundant and unchecked in popular movies. (The Wedding Singer, for instance.) Weight Loss commercials air non-stop on TV, often times showing a woman who in her before-picture didn't have a discernable weight problem and in her after picture looks like a skeleton covered with skin.Editorial- Fat8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Just as the economic classes of Upper, Middle and Working class have started to disintegrate into Rich and Poor, weight categories have disintegrated into "fat" and "unhealthily skinny."
Women and men who have a slight weight problem spend much more time thinking about it then they need to for their health, and people such as myself who actually are significantly overweight are treated like s
Species Info Were CreaturesBack to BasicsSpecies Info Were Creatures4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Species Name: Mùth
Life Span: Varying and relating to animal counterpart
Language: Varying and relating to animal counterpart
Information: Evolved from Elves, these creatures can morph into their animal counterpart, or along any part of that stage, though their Elfish looks have become slightly more animalistic. Each group of Mùth are different from another, due to the variations, whether slight or great, between the many animal species that they counter.
Let's Get Physical
Skin tone: The Mùthadh's skin varies and relates to their animal counterparts through all stages of the morph.
Hair: The Mùthadh's hair varies and relates to their animal counterparts through all stages of the morph.
Eyes: The Mùthadh's eyes varies and relates to their animal counterparts through all stages of the morph.
General Build: The Mùthadh's
New Species Bio TemplateThe [your species]New Species Bio Template5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
[If possible on your site, here would be a good place to put a height comparison to a human and/or a picture of your species. If not, post links.]
Discovered/Created by: (note: do not put your name.)
*these stats are average
Origin of Name/Discovery:
(Why is it called that? Who discovered it? What is their profession? Was it discovered by accident? Etc.)
(From the time they evolved to now, give any significant figures in their history and why they were significant.)
Appearance and Personality:
(What do they look like? How is each of the species an individual? Are they mischievous, good-natured, shy, aggressive? Etc.)
(Where do they live? What species do they hunt? What species hunts them? What of humans/equivalent to them in your world? Etc.)
(What is the name of their language? How long does it take for the species to learn it? Is it possible fo
One DayMy heart cracks as he smiles that smirkOne Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain inside threatens to overtake me
I realise to my utermost internal dread
That beautiful smile just isn't meant for me
He treats me like his dear sweet friend
Then cuts me down to please his humour
Teases me relentlessly until I breakdown
All the while passing it off as a bit of fun
Sometimes he treats me like a precious little gem
Until he sees her then I am tossed aside
Like a second-hand doll he has no use for
Still I forgive him against my better judgement
I should no better I should let him go
But those mischievous eyes silence my conscience
My brain is numb only to be powered by desire
The desire to want what I will never have
He trails after her like a long lost pet
Its pathetic to watch yet heartwrenching too
He will never love or gaze at me like that
I am just a small convinient pawn in his game
His puppet to abuse and heart to play with
One day he'll see how broken I am
One day he'll know that he destroyed me
One day I hope to be
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love 2Dragon Age: A Bard's Love 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: A Bard's Love
Game: Dragon Age Origins
characters/pairing- The Warden, Leliana, Wynne, Alistair, others
Disclaimer- DAO (c) BioWare
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love
The morning sun shined down upon their faces, the lasting light began to heat up awakening from the fade's embrace. The forest seemed almost brighter then the previous days to Cogdale but he had an idea why the day seemed the way it did. The moment with Leliana the night before made his heart rush, not the same way it did in battle but faster and more scarier then he had ever thought possible.
Alistair seemed to have already awoken as his bed and armor were neatly posted up against a tree. But why his armor? Cogdale thought. Wynne was still asleep, not wanting to wake her the Warden slowly got up from his bedroll and noticed a path of leaves was at the center of the camp and it lead somewhere out into the forest. In only his normal clothing, Cogdale followed the bright green leaves. The further he
Dear DeathDear Death,Dear Death4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why are you taking so long?
Did something go wrong?
Are you off sharpening your scythe?
Come back; you left my life
The medication isn't helping.
I need you to end my yelping.
Scrape the screams from inside my head,
Hover over me as I sleep in bed.
You've become my first priority.
I beg you to listen to my small minority.
We need to have a short conversation.
Please help me end this starving temptation.
Oh Death, you must come back.
End my life with just one whack.
Smirk as they slam the coffin door,
And treasure my soul for evermore.
Full Steam, chapter 1Full Steam, chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marguerite Butler burst into the Hotel's Saloon. She ignored the angry comments of a man she accidentally pushed to the side and looked around desperately for a hiding place. There was none, at least none that she could reach before they caught up with her. Marguerite turned around, watching the swinging doors she had just crossed, half in fear half in defiance, and took from underneath her dress's bodice a heavy wad of bills.
-"I need to reach Boston in less than a week! There will be five thousand dollars for those who help me get there within that time... two thousand now, the rest when we reach Boston!" she said in a high-pitched and desperate voice.
A group of men began to stand, greed in their eyes, but as one they sat back down, their faces pale with fear as the doors opened and let in a handsome man. He was dressed in a white and expensive leather suit with silver ornaments; his light blond hair was covered by an immaculate white hat. He was soon followed by a group of unsavory
Mermaid SashimiDeep under the weight of an ocean of caught fish and crabs she lay twisted in a suffocated stupor. Her gills competed pointlessly against her net-mates for the precious air dissolved in the water, and the reserves in her lungs had been long since depleted. Her mind danced a downbeat funeral march between dull, delusion-like memory in the dark, and the claustrophobic slime of a thousand dying fish flavored by a vague notion of survival.Mermaid Sashimi3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She knew that death was swimming closer and closer but she could no longer tell why or where from.
Then Death and her putrefying touch faded back out to the edges of her mind. She stretched as though she hadn't swum straight in days and launched herself through the narrow waters of the coastal planes. There the sand stretched endlessly in all directions coming to a fade-line so thin and sharp it could have been the horizon. No land rise, no dark water.
She didn't touch the sand, she didn't touch the air. She was simply tunneling through the water a
Profile: DarkProfile: Dark3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Dark (This is an alias. He refuses to give his real name.)
Age: about 17
Height and weight: 6'3", about 205 lbs.
Body type: lean, athletic
Hair: black, thick and long in back
Nationality: Identifies with nowhere
Birthday: We'll call it June 9th
Other phys. traits: Nothing notable
Preferred outfits: usually black, plain clothes
General history: genetically engineered by Athryl Deallen
Schooling: His knowledge comes from his artificial memories.
Talents: sarcasm and fighting
Special powers: the ability to absorb, store, and utilize kinetic energy (quoting Zaen) Basically, if you hit him (with your fist or with a truck), it will make him stronger instead of hurting him. He does not eat. If he exerts himself too much without taking in new energy, he becomes tired and/or ill. Zae
Today I bled and no one sawToday I bled and no one saw 9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today I bled and no one saw
A forest full of trees and I’m the only one that fell.
Dawn came and the day prevailed, and after a while, it retired, shouldering the burden of moonrise and twilight, yet I was still but a figure lying in the dust. Exposed and bare to the tellurian ballet.
I became a home to parasites. Organisms grew proud inside of me, bestirred on top of me, and under me, but I was unable to stand tall as I once was.
My sentience was still intact. And my days were slow and empty; I became a ghost of change. My life wasn’t over, yet I was forced to suffer it. Not for me, but for the hangers-on. They strived but for me. My purpose was for them. I wished I could change it, but I was unable.
I became complacent, willing to accept the sycophant function I had affected, and my soul took roots in my new role. Although it was only a semblance of what I once was, my being was once again towering over the things that crawled along the ground beside me. I was lifted up
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
Compulsive Liar (spinning stories)The fox won't let me tell you the truth, not even a fragment. He is glintingCompulsive Liar (spinning stories)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at me from orange eyes again. 'Don't tell them anything. pretend. Imagine,
like you did when you were younger and spun stories from paper. It's all a big
game.' The dog has his ears pricked forward and is chasing his tail next to my
I don't think he doubts me.
The fox wants me to open up a conveyor belt leading straight from the back of
my mouth into peoples' waiting ears. He has made his own production line for
me: a thousand identities like shedded skins, two eye-colours, alternate beauty
marks, three accents and a past straight out of Shakespeare's quill. He wants
me to flick my tongue and weave an odyssey, spin on the spot and become a boy,
then a girl, then a woman, then a Hollywood star with sunken cheeks.
The hound is sat by my feet, panting. He wants me to smile widely, say that no,
I am one girl with one accent, green eyes, no frills on my clothes or gemstones
on my toes. The fox gla
Profile: KirrahProfile: Kirrah3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 17 or 18 in our years
Height and weight: 5'8", about 180 lbs.
Body type: average frame, good figure
Eyes: dark brown
Hair: dark blue, long (and a bit bedraggled) for most of the book but then cut
Nationality: from Violet Woods
Birthday: Um... She doesn't use our calendar.
Other phys. traits: pointy ears that are larger than normal, face has catlike mannerisms at times
Preferred outfits: her traditional outfit, sweatpants and hoodies
Family background: two older brothers; family not really mentioned and probably not unusual
General history: she ran away from her tribe because she was arranged to marry the chieftain's son, whom she detested
Schooling: She was educated in the ways of the Kota tribe: taught to be honorable and self-sacrificing. She learned how to cook, care for children, and hunt.
40 art-styles Challenge40 styles challenge40 art-styles Challenge5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1.) No time limit so have fun.
2.) Use whatever medium.
3.) Pics should be of own artistic ability. You may not edit photos, or break any other rules set out in the DA etiquette policy.
4.) The list below is to be placed somewhere in your journal for others to see that......
A.)You are in the challenge
B.)What you have completed
5.) make sure to update this list and check off what is done and make a link to the pic
6.) In the comments for your art work, note if it is part of the list and what ONE style it is.
7.) You must pick ONE and only ONE character to be tested on with these styles. (Of course you can go through it with another character again!~) You may change their clothing to match the style/setting of the artist/show/game if you want~
8.) The links are there for reference help.. if the URL is down for any reason, you can still google the name~
1. Tetsuya Nomura http://www.creativeuncut.com/profile_nomura.html
2. Walt Disney http://www.