Legacy DragonLegacy Dragon2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
We are walking towards Mystic forest, where I saw a huge fire. By the time we arrived in Mystic forest, the entire forest was burnt to ashes. Nothing was left, but sadness. All the flowers were gone, and the trees were all destroyed. The liveliness that was once there died with the forest.
Ammo and I walked further into what was left of Mystic forest, finding more of what we saw before, ashes.
"I think we should leave there's nothing here" He said eager to leave
"We need to find out what caused it, and what if there are any survivors that are severely injured? We'd have to save them. We're Ink bloods that's what we do!" Even tho I don't want to be here just as much as him, we have to make sure that it was just an accident.
"You're right. You're always right. Tho I need to know " he was about to finish his sentence when we heard a small voice.
"Please help us, please" It was a small fairy; she was wearing blue perhaps a water fairy
SurpriseThings did not go the way that I expectedSurprise3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn't need the courage that I had collected
Or any of the techniques I had tirelessly perfected
Instead I just sat there and for once felt respected
The DragonbornAn ungodly shriek sounded loud and high, joined with sound of its wings slicing through the air. It sent a chill down her spine and caused her to freeze instantly, like a deer in sudden danger. The forest, teaming with life and sound just seconds before, went swiftly silent.The Dragonborn3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Her muscles tightened instinctively and her breath caught her throat as her eyes jumped to the dark, cold, grey sky. But it was already gone.
Certainty settled into her mind, the hunt was on. The only question that stood; who was the predator and who was prey? Two roles that would stay unclear and undecided until the final moment. It was certainly hunting her, but this prey would not go quietly nor easily into Oblivion.
Her ears perked up immediately. Keenly waiting and listening, but she sat in absolute silence. An eerie stillness only broken by the dull breeze -- unafraid of what traveled in its winds -
Human RaceProtect me from this world,Human Race2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from this filth and hate,
from these crimes committed,
by these people of late.
Save me from this life,
from this prejudice and degradation,
from these atrocities made,
by these people of creation.
Keep me from this land,
from this suspicion and paranoia,
from these lies told,
by these people of dysphoria.
Protect me from this world,
from this fascist and racist face,
from these wrongs done,
by these people of the human race.
~Ashley Tia Long~
Mobius Insane Asylum Entrail 1TAPE STARTSMobius Insane Asylum Entrail 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dr. Schwartz: Audio interview #23, Thursday 27th March. Dr Schwartz, Interviewing patient 4344 dash 657. Patient has deemed that he has no official name, but has acted under the alias of 'Entrail' for some time now...
Entrail: I wasn't the one who came up with that name, Doc
Guard: Shaddap you.
Dr. Schwartz: ... For the interview, the patient has been restrained in a fully body harness with mouth guard, and the electromagnetic dampener field has been activated. With me is an asylum guard, assigned for my personal security. But I'm sure we won't have any incidents that would require his assistance, isn't that right?
Entrail: Well, I don't know. I'm not in a mutilating mood right now. But I do feel slightly hungry.
Dr. Schwartz: The patient has been committed to the Asylum due to his actions in public. Namely the mass murders, tortures of innocent Mobians and robotic individuals t
The Legendary Eight- 1Chapter one: The HeroesThe Legendary Eight- 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was almost impossible to see with the wild rain and black water, almost as though the wind and sea were at war, but as lightning flashed, there was no mistaking the small form that jumped off the dock.
Even the worst of storms couldn't deter buyers and sellers here. The two girls had arrived early, when the streets were still empty enough to walk through and then leaving almost as quickly with their groceries in tow.
Along the way, they saw some boys, jeering loudly as they tossed rocks over the side of the dock, pelting a struggling form in the water with a cruelty that made Natalya cringe.
"What do you think you're doing!? Stop that! Go on, get out of here before I call your mothers or whip you myself!" Josephine screeched at them like a banshee, frightening them so badly that they slipped around in the mud, scrambling to get away.
Curious, Natalya leaned over the side of the dock, shielding her eyes from the stinging spray with one hand. By some miracle, s
Flame in SpeechOut of her lips came a flame.Flame in Speech2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Granted, it was a small flickering flame—but a flame nonetheless. The flame in her speech could have heart-felt, homespun warmth to it, or it could be a dancing, passionate heat, or a raging inferno. It had a different kind of heat to keep up with her moods, but it was always, faithfully warm and bright.
But flame can be quenched.
Day after day, she would bring forth her flame into the world of speech. By sheer willpower, she would shoot out fire from, her lips. Sometimes, she would cause flames to appear from the lips and hearts of others; hot sparks of rage and/or passion. The more fire there was, the more her flame was fanned, bigger and brighter.
The spark within her seemed to have no end.
But flames can be put out in a snap.
For more often than not, rain—not fire—fell, unbridled, from their lips. Mockery, bad news, and apathy frequently rained down on her flame, almost quenching them.
But she had more spark in her heart than the r
Tenn's Vengeance 1Tenn's Vengeance 15 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I don't own IZ. I do own Wyvern. And I like that.
The young irken male ducked, avoiding several lazers from both the SIR units and the Meekrob. He crawled amongst the debris, searching for his fallen friend. He soon came across his partner, and helped the injured girl to her feet. The two of them escaped their destroyed base through a hidden tunnel, arriving at their underground emergency bunker.
The girl pulled away, struggling to stand on her own. Her dress was ripped to pieces, deep gashes all over her torso and legs. She gazed at her friend, whose face had been cut up in the melee. She growled. "I swear...it's not over..."
She fell to the floor.
Wyvern sat on his cot, watching Tenn leap at another simulation. He was quite a rarity by irken terms. Most irkens had red eyes, some with brown, and a select few with purple. The rarest eye color among irkens were blue, and Wyvern's were a beautiful baby blue. The last known irken
Billy and Brent (short story)Billy and Brent (short story)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"That's it, mom!" I said when I exited the house. "I'm moving out!"
"Me too! " Billy exclaimed and followed me out. Just when I thought we made our point, my little brother went back to the doors and yelled to mother: "Love you, mom!"
When he got next to me, I hit him on the back of his head.
"Idiot", I said quietly. Even though he's useless, at least I'm not alone.
"Where are we going, Brent? Are we going to visit Becky? " Billy asked me. I shook my head.
"You know she's out of town. But I got a place where we can stay, don't worry bro."
It was a 30-minutes ride to the house I rented. The landlord gave me the keys right away. The place looked like shit, but I didn't really care. It was huge and half empty, just what I was looking for.
"What do you think?" I asked Billy when we crash landed on the dusty couch.
"It's... It's scary", he said, with the same tone of voice he had when he was going to cry.
"Oh, man, don't be such a pussy! This is going to be great. I'm go
The Champion of DreamsBreathing without you this putrefying airThe Champion of Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like living this life without aim
Like longing for perfection
Infinity-deep loneliness I am into
This doom is mine.
I call out your name in vain
You are no more only pain.
I speak to myself in silence
Until despair is pestilence.
Until the night steals me.
Is this the moment we've been waiting for?
I am the Champion of Dreams before you
Words are lies and facts are more
All is darkened, nothing's true
The champion of no glee.
The mistress of magic hue.
This doom is mine.
In my darkest hour and my deepest despair
I stand tall before you all, I can still breathe air.
I am the Champion of dreaming and living.
I walk alone again against this feeling,
Vivid and deathly.
Answer me, come to me
Mine is the eternity
The dreamless infinity
This song of my destiny.
This doom is mine.
Champion of Dreams,
I whine alone
MaskSometimes I laugh at myselfMask3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of all the bullshit that I've done
To only walk away
Yet people think I left without any scars
Oh...how they are wrong
Every day that passes by, my physical scars fade
But what does that do for my mental scars
Should I just continue to act like nothing has happened
Walk this road that leads me into despair
I begin to laugh once more
Although this time my laughter turns to tears
It is okay though
Since I wear a mask you can't see my tears
Similar DifferencesSimilar Differences.Similar Differences2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accept and reject.
Choose and select.
Vote and elect.
Defile and suspect.
Genre and subject.
Gain and object.
Draft and perfect.
Nurture and neglect.
Locate and inject.
Wisdom and intellect.
Create and inspect.
Action and dialect.
Ambiguous and direct.
Receive and deflect.
Invade and infect.
Betrayed.I used to feel you,Betrayed.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You were close to me my love,
But not anymore.
For you see my dear,
You betrayed my heart and soul,
Now shattered in shards.
You've made me fragile,
You've taken away my strength,
Now I've lost myself.
And you are not here,
Leaving me for another,
What did I do wrong?
I miss and hate you,
You've hurt me but my love's strong,
You torture me still.
My love is fading,
No more than a memory,
I am now healing.
I've found someone new,
Someone that's sound and loyal,
Your opposite, 'love'.
DoritaDorita4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only time I ever saw the box was the only time I opened it. If I hadn't opened it maybe I would have seen it again.
I am your own worst enemy. I encourage you to destroy yourself and you just do what I tell you. Fat. Drunk. Stupid. It makes me stronger with every bad habit. If you quit me now, I will destroy you.
* * *
Dorita stood up and made the same mistake for the last time, which was thinking that their thoughts were about her. Her boyfriend thought it was funny when she took too many drugs. She stopped coming home the closer the months got to graduation day. she tried to hold a McJob but wasn't even together enough to make it work. She didn't love Bobby but being with him made her parents madder. The beatings hurt but they were the only thing in her life that were all about her. She stopped taking the pill.
Taco the BurritoPray pardon me as I pass on the tale of the talking burrito named Taco who fancied his ice cream, oft of the chocolate taste. Taco does not care to use a bowl or a cone like ye tosspot human. Nay, he owns one private slave who wondrously well feeds him...because this burrito lacks thy opposable thumb...and finger, hand, and limb that would be of use grabbing utensils. Indeed this is a disgraceful disability, but is forsworn by yonder God Fork! Morrow be shine, Slave shall arise betimes, lest the Earth remain dormant, and trek the lands for thine God Fork! Come e'em, Slave will return possessing God Fork! The Fork possessed much powers, such as thy gold-plated teleportable skin, thy ever-convenient triple-tined head, and of course, thy unknown power halting ice cream from slipping through the tines...Taco the Burrito2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There is only one possible way this God Fork may be obtained. Involving thee bacon of thy netherworld, tis very risky, requires precise precautions and presumed presumptions, precariously.
puppetmasters logThere was silence. Intense silence in a room clad entirely in white. In the middle was a table typically used for autopsies. To the left was a kit of surgical tools, kept sparkling clean. They shimmered with an eerie glow as the florescent lights flickered above them. To figures were present in the room. One was on the table, the other was grabbin the tools..puppetmasters log3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The man was garbed in a bleach-white turtleneck and lab coat, accompanied by a pair of black dress pants and shoes that shone with an unusual polished sheen. He took the surgical blade in his hand, eyeing his own reflection. It flawlessly captured every scar on his bone white skin, and perfectly outlined his jet black hair that fell over his left eye socket. It captured the evil essence of his deep yellow eye.
After a moment of admiring his tool, he set himself to work on the boy that laid before him. The boy had several places in his chest where needles pierced his skin, letting flow a powerful sedative and antithetic.
The boy ha
4 AMI'm so burnt out, it's 4 AM,4 AM3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm listening to that song again,
thinking of you,
it's like you're always in my head.
You've ran away just like before,
I'm hoping you won't do it more,
but I cant stop you, doing what you do.
This thing we got it's love or lust,
sad and happy, it's all a fuss.
It's crazy stupid, but it's what I hold onto.
A piece of you is in my heart,
it always was right from the start.
I wish you felt special,
somehow being a part of me.
On a night like this, its cold and grey,
I'll walk the streets and hear your name,
but I know it's in my head.
Tonight I'll go home and think of you,
come in and lock the door,
crawl in bed and after everything that wasn't said...
I'll always wish you were in my arms instead.
Dance of the SarcasticDance of the Sarcastic4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Dance of the Sarcastic
Some days you just
Flourish with a snip
Dance with a rip
Some days you just, want to be mean
Some days you just
Bite and tear
Slash with a flair
Some days you just, want to be free
But most days you just
Sigh and digress
Hold snark with regress
Most days you just, have to be civil
UndefinedUndefined.Undefined2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This message is confined to my draft folder.
Uniquely unrefined and unclassified.
Impulsively constructed and expressed.
Unedited and grammatically incoherent.
Disjointed and unintentionally unaligned.
An unorthodox colloquial format.
Where punctuation refuses to be punctual.
Too jagged to be placed in to a framework.
Too contrastive to be accepted.
Labelled as unintelligible and unprofessional.
Indefinitely definitive within its own right.
Distinctively and informally introduced.
Impossible to understand.
Wielded by the unconfident hand.
People fear what they cannot comprehend.
The established order is what they fearfully defend.
Because all what they once knew
Is coming to an end.
Reaper Tales - Chapter 6 - Wings of SteelReaper Tales - Chapter 6 - Wings of Steel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blood Fang laughed as he watched over Equestria from the modified cloud he used as a base. The feeling that he soon was going to destroy it was overwhelming. The only issue was that he needed the spark of chaos needed to start it.
Three ponies entered his chamber in the cloud base. One pegasus, one unicorn and an earth pony.
"Ah. There you three are. Finally." He smirked and looked at them. "Fleshwound, Backstab and Metalwings."
Fleshwound was the Earth Pony. He was dark red with red and black hair and red eyes. Besides him was Backstab standing. He was a dark green unicorn with green and black hair and also red eyes. Metalwings was standing besides them both. He was light grey with a metallic mane and wings made of razor sharp steel, and also red eyes. They all had a pentagram in a circle as their cutiemark.
Blood laughed a bit. "We all know that the last group leaders failed, but they didn't have the same training and powers as you guys."
Metalwings nodded. "They were weak and had no