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
Wendel Wendigo: Journal 1Wendel Wendigo: Journal 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The school year is off to a good enough start. Back on the casketball team again. I am still being overshadowed by that
DoucheDeuce Gorgon guy. Issac DeVile tells me he's really a 'nice' guy, but I don't agree. Anybody standing in my way to the top is on my 'take down' list. Technically, this means Clawd is too. Issac says my attitude is a sure way not to make captain next year.
More love letters. Every few days I get letters in my locker from some ghouls. I don't get why. It's not like I ever talk to them. I can't stand most ghouls. Too complicated. If they can 'like' me without knowing me, I can dislike them without knowing them. I am fine without a ghoulfriend, thanks! Never had one, never will.
I got sent to the Headless Mistress today. I didn't eat enough at lunch so I was really pissed off and this stupid substitute creature tried to tell me I couldn't eat in class. He took away my food. He took. My food. Wendigo are greedy
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
Facts about Franny More randomly Information about Franny N. Furter you never wanted to know! Yay!Facts about Franny3 years ago in Settings More Like This
1. The N. in Franny's name stands for Nymphadora, her second name. This one was chosen by her father, in comparison to nymphomania.
2. Franny can't drive motorcycles, but she can drive cars. Badly. She's always way to fast and swears a lot, but she drives save.
3. Franny's favorite sex positions are "The Tower" and "Riding Position". But she loves sex in any way.
4. Franny's singing voice sounds like Adele, only sweeter and girlier.
5. Franny can walk perfectly on heels up to 35 cm/ 14 inch - if it's higher, she can only walk very slow and carefull.
6. Franny is getting really ill if she don't have sex for a long time. Afer 3 days, she'll get head-ache and sore throat. After a week, her back starts hurting, too. After a month, she get's light fever. After half an year, she'll get hard fever. After an year, she nearly lost all of her condition. After five years, she get's stiff. After 8 years, she c
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
Wednesday Wendigo: DiaryWednesday Wendigo: Diary4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I've been neglecting writing in this diary. But since its Sunday, I guess I have time to catch up. Me and the ghouls have pretty much gotten back into the swing of things. It's always really hard to say goodbye to summer vay-kay
Oh! We have new neighbors. Again. I've lost count of how many times neighbors just up and leave or vanish. But, these guys seem pretty okay. I think they are a manticore husband and wife. Sometimes I see Dad staring out the window at them I hope he's not thinking of doing what I think he is!
People keep telling me my brother is a cold, uncaring, jerk. That's just because all they are looking at is the surface. They don't really understand him. Wendel is just a big 'ol grizzly bear. Which is pretty cuddly when you take a look at Mom and Dad. Today, I couldn't find Shadow. I normally take him on an early morning walk before school, but he got out of the back yard. I was so worried I couldn't even think straight. We
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
Lost Friendship Part 1The night you told meLost Friendship Part 14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You had feelings for me, well that started it all...
A tale I heard from you,
About abusive and ignorant lovers and
A social outcast, that is is you.
How did you not feel whole?
Rather hollow and lonesome?
Lost in life, a sad soul swallowed
You. I hope you do not mind,
But I need this out, expressed
And compelled off my chest.
You felt extreme jealously and low
Self confidence. Was part of it
Because of myself?
You were always there for me,
So why is it that when you are
In that time of need,
You reject me, throw me out to sea,
Heartbroken and bleeding through my shirt
Where the blood stains my shirt and
The shallow covering I call skin.
Do you see me?
I am truly devastated, like a prick
And gash in my soul and
Very being, as it were.
Forgive me, you will not appreciate this,
And who knows, maybe its not over...
God, don't I hope so.
I'll give you a few days, let you
Think it all over,
And realize the things I said.
That you are amazing, like a glowing
Stone on th
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...
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.
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!
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?
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
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.
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.