MH: Post Mashionals MoffaMH: Post Mashionals Moffa4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Cheating? There is no place for cheating in Fearleading! Nefera de Nile, you are here by stripped of all your previous trophies."
The blue haired Egyptian gasped then cried out, "Noooooooooo!" before running from the stage in tears.
"Oh man that's too rich," the tanned young gorgon girl chuckled as she hit the rewind button on the remote, causing the scene on the TV to reverse itself until she told it to stop. "And this time in slow mo, shall we?" she asked no one.
"What are you doing," a deeper female voice made the young gorgon jump a bit.
She twisted around in her seat to see a tall dark purple figure standing in the doorway. She relaxed; it was still a trick getting used to having her older sister around.
"Nothing," she shrugged. "Just chilling, watching some tele."
"So loudly," the elder scoffed a bit and came up to the back of the couch to inspect for herself. "What in the world would you find that amusing."
The younger crinkled her nose at the sound of those words and how they
Losing Self ControlLosing Self Control4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hedward Horseman scratched away with his black fountain pen. He completed his last sentence and beamed. He finished his Dead Languages homework and he was now done with all of his chores for the night. Hedward glanced at the miniature wooden clock that sat on his desk and smiled. 7:35. His father would be home any minute and he would finally get some quality time with him, something he rarely got.
Hedward gathered his stack of papers and tucked them safely away into his school bag which he carelessly tossed onto his bed. He merrily flew out of his bedroom and toward the kitchen. He could see the kitchen light illuminating from the kitchen door. A huge smile formed on his face. That only meant that his dad had returned home.
He could feel the wind rushing through his hair already. He could feel the pulsing beat of the horse's hooves that rushed through him with each contact the hoof made with the ground. He could smell the forest air, so still in the night, which invited him to keep rid
Monster High- OC BioName: Archer Taliesin (Tal-i-ess-in)Monster High- OC Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Monster Parent: Taliesin, Welsh god of bards
Killer Style: I'm a rocker/biker kinda girl, so leather is a must have. I simply can't leave the house without my Syn Gates fedora, a pair of fingerless gloves (leather of course), and my wicked cool armband for my ipod. And of course an awesome pair of wither biker boots, Converse or Vans.
Freaky Flaw: Spider, clowns and scarecrows wig me out. Laugh all you want, but those are some major freaky things.
Pet: Arwen is my Siberian Husky/Border Collie mix. We've been best friends since she was a puppy and I was a baby, so we grew up together. She's a total sweetie with a taste for music from Sweeny Todd.
Favorite Activity: Jamming with my all ghoul band, The Nameless. We love to rock out and have creeperific time.
Biggest Pet Peeve: Cleo de Nile. She is one of the most annoying ghouls at school.
Favorite School Subject: Culinarty Arts. I love to cook and I get to sit next to my biggest crush, Deuce G
Lost Love Found Ch.1Chapter 1Lost Love Found Ch.14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The year was now 2012. And everything about Henry had faded into a distant memory.
After Draculaura's Sweet 1600, the weekend went by creepily slow, as Valentine worked as hard as he could to get that retched smell out of his clothes and more importantly, off of himself. His mother was furious when he arrived home as he dripped god-knows-what on her 13th century rug in the foyer. She shuffled in and hooped and hollered about the mess and the smell and the fact he hadn't cleaned up after his pet bats. He rolled his eyes and without a word stalked past her nagging to the sanctuary of his own bedroom.
He just wasn't in the mood to deal with her screeching and felt that he could put off the lecture of 'you have to listen and obey your mother' as he slammed and locked his bedroom door. With a sigh, the vampire headed for the bathroom and glanced at himself in the vampire-proof mirror. He stared at his wide-eyed glare for what felt like ages before finally bringing himself to just
Venae's DiaryVenae's Diary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Vena Cava Loss better known by my nickname Venae, I am the child of Lord Loss, one of the Demonata. I resemble my father in my appearance because i found it easier to take a form similar to him. I have 8 arms, a hole in my chest full of poisonous snakes which i milk in the morning before school. Like my father i Levitate because i have stumps where my feet should me ((i can grow some feet but i find it troublesome to walk as im used to this form)). My skin has a tendancy to ooz blood though most of the time i stop it.
Most Demons from the Demonata can not cross over unless theres an window, but being part human has its advantages and benifits me in that way, that or my dad had a piece of the Kah-Gash in him at one point i havent quite figured out if some magic has passed to me. Unlike my father I dont just feed off pain and sorrow, I feed off more emotions which in a high school sure does have its advantages. My emotional range is limited meaning I s
Wish You Were HereRemembering the timeWish You Were Here4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your arms were wrapped around my waist,
You head on my chest, and I asked:
"Do you hear that?"
And with no less that sweetest of voices
Did you reply with a:
"Hear what, Love?"
"My heart, Darling.
And you must know, that it
Will beat for you and only you,
Day and night,
Forever and Always."
And times like those,
They make me wish so much more that
You were in my arms as I speak.
Insults"Get a life"Insults4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Make some friends for once."
"Crazy, just like his hair over there."
"Do you EVER wear any colors?!"
"Why don't you use your own imagination."
"Get a haircut."
"Show me your wrists."
"Hey, the emo kid!"
"I bet he's goth."
"Are you always depressed?"
"Just get out of here."
"What would you know?"
"Even I'm smarter than you."
"Dude, you're a complete retard."
"I think all your little 'stories' are just lies."
"Do you ever even get out?"
"How could you not know that?"
Daily abuse, a pill of resistance, and you might be able to rise above it.
SmileA mask to layer your pain,Smile4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cover it and tint it with
A thin strip of flesh across thy face,
And tis' the magic begin,
And happiness rejoice!
SuccessHow do we reach success?Success4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back stabbing and stomping on others
Hand as they dangle over the most pitiful
And sorrowful cliff there is?
Is that what society has seem to come
Down to when success it discussed?
Since when has honesty not worked?
Trust and cooperation and companionship
Till the end and through it all...
Where is our youngest of world's heading?
The Last Poem21,146 words,The Last Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All inspired by this website.
The ups and downs,
The lefts and rights,
It sure was a hurtful
And spirit-lifting ride.
But one thing's for sure:
I'd never trade my experiences here for anything.
UniquenessUniqueness,Uniqueness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing much to it, some say,
It is just being different from others,
And I agree, to a certain extent...
It is viewing the world on a different axle,
Revolving around a different star,
One where day is night and night is day.
It is seeing a leaf fall from a tree,
And envisioning it's before times,
When it was still on the Oak,
Clustered in a packed group of green.
It is gazing up towards the sky,
And seeing out into space and beyond,
Far past the stars too bright,
And examining all those too dim.
It is being a artist,
One who is such as no other!
Light as a paper on city streets,
But solid as the tree in which it came from.
To be unique, to be a Joker in the deck of life.
Have You Seen?Have you seen it?Have You Seen?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is everywhere you glance,
Small it may seem, but in reality,
Oh dear, it makes the world go 'round.
It provides cure and treatment to the sick,
And nurtures them for a lifetime after recovery.
No one is without it, for you will always
Be loved by someone.
Family can push you away,
Friends can leave you
And lovers can stab you in the back,
But I, no I will never give up.
You can hate me, and be as
Disgusting to me as your heart's desire,
But what you must know,
No matter what you are,
Who you are,
Or where you are,
I would take a bullet for you...
Because if your blood was to be spilled on my shoes,
And I just watched...
Well that is not a possibility.
I have always cared more for others than myself,
But this does not mean I am perfect,
For we all have our flaws and flaunts,
But I really am trying,
Just as we all are.
TrappedSometimes I wishTrapped4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could sprout wings from my shoulder blades
And just fly away...
I cannot escape this cage I
Am barred in by my thoughts...
To think, my own thoughts, soon
To be actual representations of me,
Locking me in my mind.
This is a place with shagged carpets
And cracked windows,
Memories crying in corners...
But, do not fret, dear friends, for
I am treated well here, in my
Own little birdcage, vacant,
Just as my soul meant it to be...
The Blackest CloudSadness, is such as a cloud,The Blackest Cloud4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gray and dull, lingering in the sky.
Longing for a purpose, wanting to be found,
A dark suited man, a black colored tie.
Sadness is in all of us, waiting among the white,
A single standout, outsider, in a sky of bight.
Shifting through the crowd, effortlessly dragging,
Pouring down on other, definitely saddening.
Catching on a host,some more dead weight,
Creating mixed emotions, grief, anger, hate.
Rising from the hidden, dark cloud overhead,
Unknown misery you cannot leave, not until its fled.
Friend come and go, leaving you behind,
Just outside the gate, the entrance to the shrine.
The rusty doors unlatch, letting you inside,
But what you find is misery, a garden full of lies.
You try to help, from the things you've seen,
Nothing more than a wave, ignored unkeen.
You want it to stop, not let it spread,
But no one can escape, the blackest cloud's dread.
The Good of the WorldWhy do people always exclaim,The Good of the World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And oh so loud and frequent do they
Say that there is no good left in
The world, but how can that be?
Ah, but they do not realize something
I have recently discovered,
Something that let's me live
In solitude, and udder happiness.
You can only see the
Good of the world if you
Search for it, look past
The bad, because happiness does not lie unhidden.
Something bad will always come your way,
But as dreadful as it is,
It is only an opportunity to find
Something new, and something better within.
StitchingTrails of broken hearts,Stitching4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cracked, shattered, even just a bit scratched,
And oh how I try to stitch them back together,
Pin them lightly at first,
Just as any tailor of hearts would I suppose.
Then, I embroider the pieces,
Slowly, carefully, ever so cautious to not tear it.
But, as they say, I appear to be the one who
Rips these poor hearts' seams in the first place,
And I call back into my corner,
Needle and thread in hand,
And simple disappear...
The Death TouchI walk through the forest,The Death Touch4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wind nipping my face and gravel
Crumbling under my lightest of footsteps.
Brief light tries to split apart shadows
Lingering on the ground and blanketing
The smallest of plants,
Just barely able to pass through the
Thickest of canopies above head.
A simple autumn leaf falls from the
Heavens, and lands gently, cradled in my long hair.
I reach out a hand, and my finger is
Grasped by one of the many out reaching plants.
It seems to hold on for a short while,
Then releases, slowly uncurling and regaining it's
Balanced and propped up position.
For because I know what comes next, I
Sit on a nearby log, its insides rotting away
By termites no different then that of a man's limp
Body, six feet under typically.
Just as soon as its posture has returned, it
Seems to wilt, weeping in a fetal manner,
Similar to vines of an old, worn and no
Longer needed willow tree,
Hanging to lifeless in most's perspective,
Although so very alive in my reality.
The plant begins to slowly
So Sad, SadnessSo sad, isn't it?So Sad, Sadness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So sad, so many in despair,
So far down,
So past help,
So far, no one to help.
So let me be there,
So let me help,
Sew your soul together
So you remain alive,
So many happy, aren't you glad?
MirrorsPainted with reflection,Mirrors4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And looked upon the same,
Glazing lights bounce off once more
Onto the walls behind,
Dancing gracefully and with elegance.
One may look into it,
And see only what is expected,
But that is only what the ordinary might see.
For me, a parallel universe,
Living among us in cooperation.
But what if someday,
Someplace, where the Sun never sets,
And darkness ceases to fall across the land,
These reflections of our very being come to life,
Only to dance in the fields,
Once more reborn.
DrowningI reach up,Drowning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my hand grasps the nothingness
That is around me.
I cry out-
So painful and sorrowful,
But no, no one hears me,
And ones who do
Wouldn't care even the slightest bit.
Surrounded by the horror,
As I am sucked in further,
The life forced out of me,
Like God's hand squeezing my soul
From my body, and I gasp-
And drown soundlessly,
Text Message We can be alone, together.Text Message4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone, together, forever.
We can face this world together.
Hand in hand, open minded and open hearted...
As a team, we could take down anything.
Conquer the problems that challenge us,
And save the victims of life's cruel reality.
I think we could make it out there.
I'm sure of it, I'll have your back,
And you could have mine.
We'll protect each other from harm.
Forever and always.
Be Happy!Life isn't about getting through fair,Be Happy!4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's hard and there is going to be some long nights,
So suck it up and do it right,
Do it wrong and you just have to go back
And guess what? Do it again!
Things are better done than said,
And you shouldn't sell yourself short because
You guys! You guys are all beautiful!
I don't care about your race, orientation,
Location or thoughts, because you know what?
We are all different and that is how God made us,
What would it be if we were all the same?
You are amazing in your own ways, just as the guy
Or girl next to you!
No more war this way of thinking!
No more suffering!
Everything is all right this way!
World peace, satisfaction!
Finally, be yourself,
Because and original is ALWAYS worth more than a copy!
PurestSuch a delicate soul,Purest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sweet spirit she has,
And how it breaks my heart
When she is hurt,
For purity can be scarred
And I hope I can provide
What I can.
Beautiful eyes, yes, very much so,
And how they fill me with joy when I
Glance at them,
Quite magnificent indeed.
Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,Scraped Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would ride my bike, just outside my home
On the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.
Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.
Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worry
And hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,
Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",
That I would "soon heal right back up".
Just as all small children do, I grew.
Life went on for me and Mama was sure enough
To be found correct, I did heal.
But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...
When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...
I surely scrape my heart, but as Mama always said, it would heal.
This healed a bit more slowly...
And hurt much more as it began to scar over the years,
My love being taken advantage of, bruising my heart's outer flesh...
And now, ready to explode from inner pain...
I search for my Mama, oh where can she be to mend this
Organ, no more than clothes now stitched together.