Roman Templars Part FourChapter Four: "Friends In Strange Places" with Teodor Viscardi and Faustina Collari.Roman Templars Part Four3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Those were the first two words that came to Teodor's mind as he watched the sight before him and in all truth, it was a large understatement. The entire police guild was currently going up in flames, courtesy of Cesare's enemies. Every single room of it was set alight and it was likely not even the fleas inside were going to survive. He could feel the heat even in the alcove where he was standing and he considered it a miracle the hungry flames hadn't spread to other buildings.
With all the Assassins standing around, eager to see if someone was still inside and tried to escape the sea of flames, watching the event was incredibly dangerous. Still, the Officer found himself unable to leave just yet. He couldn't turn his eyes away from the spectacular side and continued to quietly observe how his former home was consumed by fire. This went on for several more minutes and it was with an
My BoyMy Boy.My Boy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'll just call you that, if you don't mind. I know it's not your real name, but your real name hard to pronounce for me. Impossible, practically. I'm not particularly proud of that. After all, I am your father and it would be fair to call you by your actual name. But it seems few people around you have a feel for the Mohawk tongue, so like them, I will call you by a simpler name.
It's been three days since you left. Three days since you walked away from me in Valley Forge. You threatened to kill me should I follow or stop you and I have not seen you since.
Frankly, I wonder if I should have gone after you. Should have helped you. I should have simply ignored your threats and followed you anyway. Maybe then, you'd see things my way. Maybe you would finally listen to me. Maybe then, you would see reason and finally trust me.
Still, trusting is a hard thing for you to do, isn't it? After all the idealist nonsense that that senile fool Achilles put in
PhantasmPhantasm.Phantasm5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora Cavazza cannot sleep.
It's once again with great annoyance that she takes note of this fact. She has tried everything to fall asleep now, to have just a moment of peace to ease her tired mind. Still, no matter what she does, what she tries not to think about, the concept of rest is beyond her grasp. It has been a problem she has been dealing with for a while now and one that refuses to go away despite her best efforts.
She lets out some more frustrated sounds, trying her best to close her eyes and get comfortable. She can feel her feet and hands tingling, her stomach tying itself into tight knots. She can no longer stand on her legs, as her dizziness makes her feel as if she stands on a swaying ship. Pure fatigue has taken over every single part of her being and her mind is screaming to be released into the realm of dreams as she's hoping, praying that she can finally sleep
But how can she? After all that has happened over the last few weeks, resting is abo
Law and CrimeLaw and Crime: request by HC-IIIX.Law and Crime4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Let me go, roticulo, maledetto figlio di troia!"
Teodor Viscardi fought the tremendous urge to snicker as these vehement words echoed through the otherwise empty police guild. It was quite late in the evening, a time in which most people already slept, and the only light in the building came from the many candles on the tables and stands along the walls. Their pale light gave the room an almost ethereal feeling and along with the almost reverent silence of the night, the late evening had quickly become the Officer's favorite time of day to be at his base of operations.
The aforementioned silence, however, was now painfully shattered by the other occupant of the room. Ever since he had put her behind bars, Faustina Collari hadn't stopping screaming and, in addition to banging a bowl against the walls of her cell, had now taken to insulting him and every last person that would ever be part of his lineage.
At first, he had been furious about her
I am damned.I am called to trial for my life.I am damned.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before a jury of Asir and mortals.
How very hilarious.
You mortals convene to loosely decide the fate of a god.
How very righteous of you.
I, however; cannot be called "righteous." I cannot even be thought to be redeemable.
All hope of reconciliation was lost when I let go.
My brother- he who so claims to be my brother- the oaf, of course, would argue otherwise- that I was and am redeemable.
To call one who has already been claimed with such accusations as I redeemable would be the equivalent of believing that, a monstrous creature set free of its cage, would not bring harm to those who gave him freedom.
I have been given such titles as malevolent, cruel, liar, thief, and murderer.
I stand trial before my subjects with such accusations;
And I am guilty of every one.
Some have even gone so far as to "accuse" me of being death himself.
I, however; am simply a cause of death.
StumblingI hope you realize I don't just give up at the drop of a hat.Stumbling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come on, I really thought you knew me better than that.
I don't say this stuff unless I absolutely mean it
And I don't write things just so anyone can read it
There's an element of people I know in what I write
And there's an hint of what I live through in everything I type
But it really doesn't matter how much I deal with strife
Because I'd do absolutely anything for you to be my wife.
Im completely aware of the situation
And that this could take trials and tribulations
I know that Im not even close to proving
And I know my poems are not even close to moving
But if you really want to know why I send them everyday
It's because, for me to live my life, I have to know you're okay.
And words are just words, I totally get it
And if you really want me to, I can totally quit it.
Because all I want to do is see you smile
And to be with you, I'd wait for a while
You'd be my first like MCR in Skylines and Turnstiles
I'm not filling t
Abandoned Rue [a hunger games poem]The boom of the canonAbandoned Rue [a hunger games poem]4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another tribute dead
The blood and screams
To kill is what I dread
I was stupid and selfish
I left her all alone
Facing stronger tributes
The future was unknown
The worst decision made
Was to abandon her
I keep thinking of Rue
And what happened after
Her fragile body
Entwined in a net
Pierced with a spear
Her screams, I can't forget
She fell to her knees
The blood on her torso
The beauty in her eyes
Yet filled with sorrow
PhilosophyWhat is philosophy? To philosophize is to not think about something, but to think upon those thoughts. You are to go beyond thinking, a thought beyond the thought. To think, you are to walk upon the ground, and observe it. To philosophize is to get upon your knees, and to DIG into the ground! You are to take your thoughts even further than your thoughts already. But I have heard that to philosophize is a gift. But why? Why cannot everyone take a deeper meaning into the thoughts and think upon thoughts? To dig into them? Is it the "strength" of the mind? For the one unable to philosophize, they are unable to dig their fingers into the ground. But then are we to say that those whom cannot philosophize weak minded? I don't think so. That's not right to say one is weak. But what is it that makes one unable to take a deeper meaning into their thoughts? Is it the mental comprehension? Can one only understand to a certain point? But does that mean philosophizers minds are to be unbound to comPhilosophy8 years ago in Open More Like This
Heart BreakHeart Break4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see when you close your eyes,
Every thought leads back to him,
He never leaves your mind,
As if taunting you into insanity because you know he is no longer yours.
He was your other half,
Your protector sent from above,
Or so you thought
I've been there.
I've been through all of this,
I know heartbreak is like a walk through Hell,
The pain makes you feel anguishe
To the Young PoetTo the Young Poet13 years ago in Open More Like This
To the Young Poet
I hear the young poet speak of the beauty of
And emotional emaciation --
That dance our souls
On splendid strings of self destruction
For all the world to admire,
Creating an early grave
But lasting fame.
And I can't help but wonder
If perhaps she has a point --
True beauty is ephemeral,
So those who create it
For a direct connection to the divine;
The price of the profound --
But then I wonder
If perhaps she just is a child
Struggling to be Van Gogh,
Too young to know
That true tragedy comes from without
Not from within,
And that people grow weary
Of drinking the bile
Trust that it is your own,
That discerns beauty,
There is more than enough
To go around --
So there is no need
To create your own.
Actualitywhen I was young, I wantedActuality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be a punk rocker
metal holes lining my body like
trophies of war, hair teased
and bleached and styled for hours
on end until it looked effortless,
inked up with words and symbols
I swore were profound with
a cigarette hanging lazily
from my fingers, lonely
for a reason
(and he told me, sweetie,
you are like a fucking eclipse,
the bloody dawn
God plagued us with
I always wondered
if mistakes understood
the reason they
came to be in this world
I guess not).
Her Butler:Renewed ContractHer Butler:Renewed Contract4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'Twice now this manor has been burnt down yet here I am, back again, to rebuild the place that kept me imprisoned for so long.' I thought to myself. I looked at the ruins of the place I once called home, 'the last Phantomhive, alone once again.'
"Hey, you there, what are you doing here," A voice yelled behind me.
I glanced back and saw three people running toward me, each had a weapon of some sort, I smile to myself, "Looking at the remains of a home I hated, wishing my body had been destroyed along with it," I replied.
"Your home, I think you're mistaken, this was the Phantomhive manor," The voice said again.
"I know that! I spent half my life locked away hidden from the world!" I snapped.
"Wait I've heard of you, yes I have, you the late Mister and Miss Phantomhive daughter, but you are suppose to be dead, you are," a woman's voice said.
"Yet here I am; you three must be my late brother's servants, right, I am here to rehire you, I am going to need your help once the ma
Where We Belong - FRIKEYFandom: My Chemical RomanceWhere We Belong - FRIKEY4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Frikey (Frank Iero and Mikey Way)
Warnings: Crappy first-attempt songfic and suicide
Point of View: Mikey
This night walk the dead, in a solitary style.
I can remember the first time we kissed; it was watching one of those cheesy zombie movies that you insist you love almost, but nowhere near, as much as I love you.
The two of us, Frankie, the two of us sat in front of the television screen like two sinners in the presence of an angel and doused in the sirens of Gerard's snores. It was one of our regular movie nights, apart from that particular night in mid-February you seemed to be in a more solitary mood than normal. Turned out you were scared of the film that you had insisted upon watching and, as much as I hate to admit it, I was scared too. So we huddled up together, you melting into me like a sugar on a pancake; the small, sweet kid getting under my dull, thin skin.
And then, just as a zombie jumped out at the
The Holiday: Chapter FourWe set out two days later. I didnt dare voice my innumerable concerns to Christine lest I upset her. She was, after all, beside herself with excitement (why, I have no idea). When she met me outside the Rue Scribe entrance on the night of our departure, dragging a large suitcase behind her, she was giggling like a child.The Holiday: Chapter Four8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oops! she whispered with a smile, overwhelmed by a frenzy of laughter that was quite beyond me, I dropped my hat! Oh, no, its blowing away! Catch it, Erik! Catch--!
I caught the hat in one swift movement and presented it to her, watching with fascination as she blushed in the darkness.
Forgive me, she chuckled, Im acting quite unlike myself. Im just so excited!
I was expecting her to squeal and jump up and down. Mercifully, she controlled herself.
We stood before my private carriage for our journey north to that darling little village. I had used this particular coachmans services
More QuestionsErik was asked the following:More Questions8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1- Find the book nearest to you, go to page 18, find line 4:
"For nature crescent does not grow alone."
2- Stretch out your left arm as far as you can:
...Alright. Now what?
3- Without looking, what time is it?:
4- Now, what is the actual time?:
A minute past midnight.
5- When did you last step outside?:
Ah...it would have to be around two weeks ago. I was in dire need of a new dress shirt because Nadir knocked over a bottle of ink on the old one. Why he was snooping around my desk, I've no idea, but I promptly poured the entire bottle over his balding head. His scalp is still stained a faint gray.
6- Before you took this survey, what did you look at?:
The pile of unfinished compositions upon the writing desk.
7- What are you wearing?
A new dress shirt and trousers that are regrettably too large. I find it rather difficult to find clothing that fits properly. I'm a bit thin, you see.
8- Did you dream last night?:
No, as I di
A game of dice'There are more cats than tables in this café.' I remark.A game of dice4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He tilts his head in his characteristic brisk nod, 'Aye, well, there will be no rats in the cellars.'
I brush off the crumbs from my napkin; he lets his drop into a crumpled ball of cloth onto the table. I step off the raised pavilion, past the bougainvillea and onto the road. I hear a chair grating, someone shouting something to me in a high pitched voice, and tyres screeching.
I twist my head and see a sedan speeding towards me, its burning tyres shrieking curses at me; in slow motion, I register the type of car a Honda accord -, its registration number a couple of years old at most and throw dice in my head.
I stand my ground.
The car screeches to a halt inches from my knees. In the distance, an old lady is screaming; in the vicinity, someone is shaking my shoulder, asking if I'm OK; the odour of burning asphalt and rubber assault my senses.
I look down at a cat looking up at me, pawing hungrily at t
LoveI gave you my heartLove6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You broke it in 2 months
You caused me pain
But he toke it away
He showed me what love really is
He showed me that you weren't right for me
He helped me heal my broken heart
Now i no longer feel the pain you caused me
Now i only feel the love he gives me
I gave him my heart
I know he won't break it
I give him my love now and forever
I trust so dearly i know he won't hurt me
He loves me so much
He gave me his heart
His heart i will not break
His love i will keep
I gave you my heart
You broke it in 2 months
I gave him my heart
He gave me his heart
That's more then what you gave me
Your just a second choice...You feel your heart breakYour just a second choice...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just a second choice you are...
its just as it always been.
did you think things would be different at all?
why do you hope anyways?
there's nothing left but to cry.
Sadness just surrounds you
clouding, heart and mind.
doesnt matter now...
just live with it.
take heed on what you learn.
smile and just act like your fine.
like you always do anyways.
make no one see
the heart that is breaking.
let no one see your tears flowing down your face.
be strong and just close yourself off.
let no one in your heart.
Think I Might Need YouGo through your texts.Think I Might Need You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Read last summer's emails.
Flip back a few pages.
Whose name do you see?
You came in first place.
Finished your exam.
Landed the flight.
Whose ears heard first?
He finally left you.
Your family's torn.
You feel so alone.
Whose phone did you call?
I'm feeling upset.
Don't belong in this world.
Unsatisfied with life.
Whose arms do I need?
Cigarette BurnsI dream in static romances,Cigarette Burns4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where time stands [ still, ]
and clocks no longer
to the sound of h e a r t b e a t s
and old school radio tunes.
The incense of my soul
smell like cherry blossoms,
and what should be
big city summers:
A place where I can wear these
[ hieroglyphics ]
On my flesh like a fashion statement
[ And not be just
covered in ash. ]
For My AngelFor My Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought of you today
Like I always do.
You always wander
Inside the deepest
Places of my mind.
I cannot be afraid
Of the dark no more.
Like when I was a young child.
For you live among it; are a part of it
And now I long for it.
I sang for you today.
I did my best to please you.
Yet, I knew you were already because
Your presence here, beside me,
Is so much stronger now.
You have spiraled me
Into your world, which is unlike any fantasy.
And into your passion for music.
You have given it all to me.
Only by the grace of God are you here for me.
Has been my greatest triumph
And these words which I pour from
Are the countless "thank yous"
With much love indeed.
For always and
I will always sing
My voice and my heart
This I shall promise you
For in my life have
I never been given the gift of
Beauty, until you found me.
Apollo's LyreI could positively taste the sense of urgency in the air, the frantic pulse that beat around us as we stood on the top of the world. Our fingers were desperately interlaced, palms sweating in the frigid air. Paranoia tugged at my eyes and pulled them side to side, an endless beat that gathered bile in my throat.Apollo's Lyre7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dead! Raoul cried, his brows furrowed with worry, I cant believe it, Buquet actually died! On the stage, no less! In front of an entire audience! Oh, my God
Everyone is saying it was suicide. An accident, I muttered half-heartedly. Raoul shook his head in disbelief, causing strands of his blonde hair to gently escape from the ponytail at the nape of his neck.
No, no, no! Christine, do not even attempt to convince yourself otherwise; we both know exactly what happened. Everything was too much of a coincidence the managers suddenly replacing you with Carlotta then those threatening notes the pe
The Holiday: Chapter Seven I could do nothing but stare numbly at the trio that was now parading around us as if we were an extremely interesting art display. This was wrong. This was very wrong, indeed. In fact, it was so wrong that I turned to Christine and (regretfully) hissed contemptuously, What in Gods name is going on here? I was under the impression that this cabin was unoccupied!The Holiday: Chapter Seven7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She bit her lipsomething she does often when she is distressed and something that, incidentally, I find quite adorableand huffed out a cloud of frozen air. I dont know, Erik, just please be polite
I am damned polite--!
The old woman scurried over to Christine and cupped her face in a pair of withered hands, her wide mouth stretching into a delighted grin.
Oh, how beautiful! Claude, look at her, what an angel! Lovely, just lovely!