The Is Your OC a Mary Sue/Gary Stu Test 2.0Thank :iconGlitchyProductions: for this WAY MORE ACCURATE Mary/Gary Sue test, and by thank him, I don't mean hate him if your OC is a mary sue or Gary Stu. THAT IS YOUR FAULT!
This is just like one of those normal journal entry test where you put an x in the box near the question if it is true. remember, x = 1 point (or whatever amount of points it says that you must add). If your OC is a mary sue or gary stu, don't have some little hissy fit and point fingers at somebody but yourself. This test speaks the truth, and if you don't like the result, then I suggest you change some things about your OC. Have fun.
[ ] They are possessed by an angel
[ ] They are possessed by a demon
[ ] They are a werewolf/vampire/faerie
[ ] They are physically strong
[ ] They have a rare hair/fur color
[ ] Their eyes are an unusual color
[ ] This unusual eye color happens to be red
[ ] Their eyes change
[ ] They have wings [Does not count for Pegasi]
[ ] They can grow extra body parts/shapeshift
[ ] They are
Welcome to St. AegoliusWelcome to St. Aegolius3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A warm feeling of weightlessness consumed Nix's subconscious mind. Though, he started feeling a tug and hearing a flap. It began to offset with his own heartbeat, seeming unnatural. His mind started racing, trying to find logic. There was a dizzying plane of pink light, throbbing with a flash of brightness in each reoccurring beat.
There were more wing flaps. Voices faded in, ever so faint. They were almost whispers; a few greets, echoes of crying all around. Voices began to sing.
Hail to St. Aegolius
Our Alma Mater.
Hail, our song we raise in praise of thee
Long in the memory of every loyal owl
Thy splendid banner emblazoned be.
Now to thy golden talons
Homage we're bringing.
Ice Cold ClawsIce Cold Claws3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Closing his eyes, Nix could feel the wind spread through the feathers on his face. He could easily trick his mind into thinking he was flying himself as the powerful flaps of Mabli's wings moved his own body up and down. He wanted desperately to open his own wings, to catch the air and lift, lift, lift closer and closer to the sky. But Mabli's talons were enclosed around him, like a cage he'd grown so accustomed to.
"Don't take this as an offence," Mabli spoke as she panted, "but you're much heavier than you look."
"I think we're far enough." Nix finally opened his eyes and observed the land below them. They had passed far beyond the community border and the old growth.
Mabli eyed a somewhat bare tree at the base of a rocky hill, "I'll set us down there. Get ready." Nix braced himself for the landing, catching onto the branch as Mabli alighted down beside him.
Dear DeathI sink my kneesDear Death1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
And I contemplate
my inevitable death
hoping no flowers are left
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
Where Are You, Nix?Where Are You, Nix?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'd like to get an accurate number of abductions, please!" Gail was pacing back and forth, putting forth obvious effort to keep calm. The council tree was in absolute panic. I had never seen such a state as the one I arrived to with frantic parents wailing into the night sky.
"For Glaux's sake," another council member shook his head, "We already know that the number is high enough for concern."
Concern, for me, was an understatement. My little brother was gone. However, it seemed the kidnappings were widespread. The hooting and hollering described mass numbers of eggs and owlets stolen, accusations of negligence, and calls for action. The council members called out and waved their wings around attempting to restore some kind of order.
Radley cleared his throat and a degree of silence fell over the crowd, "We need a search." A humming of agreement followed. "The past
PhoenixShe is bore ofPhoenix4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
feather and flame
Wisdom, a burden
that slows aged wings
Her somber song,
the last she will sing
Ashes to Ashes
She embraces death
As she draws
Her final breath
But life is ment
to be renewed
The astute phoenix
knows this truth
Flame draws new life
into her breast
Feathers grace her
now youthful crest
Exhalted in eternal life
The past, she shall not mourn
The fledgeling Phoenix is reborn
LoveLove. . .Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's such a beautiful thing. . .
It's the magic
that turns two hearts
into one. .
It's so delicate
But not everyone can find it. . .
Love is like a butterfly. . .
It's beautiful yet delicate
to handle. . .
It's hard to find. . .
and hard to catch. . .
Allthough it might be good
for others. . .
Love. . .
Can be deadly. . .
Love. . .
It's a dangerous weapon
used for clever humans
to trick others
who are too blinded
by this love
to see the real them
Love. . .
It's like a drug
leading to new obsessions. . .
Love. . .
It can lead to many things. . .
Death. . .
Love. . .
The best of both worlds
But is it real?
Or is it fake?
. . . The World May Never Know. . .
Witches, Dragons, and LifeWitchesWitches, Dragons, and Life7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long ago in ancient times
Witches and sorceresses used nature
Not worded simple or complexed rhymes
To protect the past, and save the present and future
Like aloe leaves and apples center
Or pointed hats to harness their power
And a broomstick to brush away spells
To defeat the wicked doers, like in fairy tales
For fairy tales happened so long ago
When they happened no one will know
So in this poem you will find
Nothing but food for your dashing mind.
I AmI am the LynxI Am3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Knower of Secrets
I am the Raven
Casting spells in midflight
I am the Wolf
Protector of friends and family
I am the Bear
Soothing and calming
I am the Tiger
Watcher of the Jungle
I am the Eagle
Guiding light for the lost
I am the Owl
Knower of All
I am the Dog
Always there for a friend
I am the Coyote
Trickster amongst Follies
I am the Fox
Cunning little devil
I am the Whale
Devotee to all I love
2. LoveMy charity, my love, a spear of one thousand hearts2. Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Affection, despair, joy, passion, and the mega-assembly of all nights
They cover me, they sleep with me, they dream my soul through stars
From darkened nebulas come ideas, of love letters, poems, lines.
hometown bluesthey say home is where the heart is,hometown blues1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they never claimed it had to be beating.
if this town is all there is to living,
then I'm dead,
and these dusty dirt roads
are my sad little gravestones.
there's a harsh winter wind.
but it's the same air I've inhaled
since I first opened my
surgical steel eye to the world.
remember the pale pink dress
I wore to our senior prom?
you held me
under the fuzzy yellow confetti light.
I loved you because you were so gentle,
and when I fell apart,
you were the only person who knew
I could fix myself on my own.
you twirled me like I mattered,
because you knew that one day I would die.
you forgot that you would, too.
you are wrought iron starlight,
my crooked grey dove.
you live in the sidewalk cracks,
moaning my name as I
cautiously step over the gorges.
my mother calls, from time to time.
I've learned to let the phone ring
because her voice is not the one I want to hear.
she's too tepid, unsure.
she's the link strangling me,
pinning me t