Book of Charm|Ch. 1It was strange how no matter how high and what direction you looked, you saw the town and the surrounding hills but nothing else. No matter where the Hollow landed.Book of Charm|Ch. 17 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I sat on the old clock tower and sighed. Closing my eyes I almost imagined what it would be like to leave the Hollow. Would the wind feel different? Was the weather different from ours? I stood up and dusted down my dress and looked up at the clock face. It was just about four o'clock in the afternoon which meant the school bell would ring any moment now. So I picked up my bag and made my way down the clock towe until I reached the ground and stealthily ran across the seemingly deserted street. I say seemingly because you can never really tell here.
Looking around, I took a breath and hopped over the school fence, running to wait by the main entrance. I looked at the clock tower again and watched the seconds hand tick past twelve three times and pricely three seconds after the fourth cycle, the bell rang. Another two minute
Poetry - The Untold Oaths Indigo, Indigo Tribe - Lay of CompassionPoetry - The Untold Oaths6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Through endless gloom, 'cross paths unkown,
Your pain and grief become my own,
When strength has failed, all courage flown,
Recall our rhyme--
You're not alone!
Orange, Agent Orange's Credo - Greed
On every world my lust will dine,
No other light will stand to shine,
Now lay your souls upon greed's shrine,
For all is naught--
'till all is mine!
Super hero-villain CreatorThis is one way you can create a hero, villain, or sidekick. A freeware system I created, you can use it if you want; you can skip a step, do them in whatever order you please, or completely ignore it: knock yourself out.Super hero-villain Creator6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Step 1: An idea
Think a general idea for your superhero/villain: it could be an alter ego, power, just anywhere you can start from, and build the hero around this core idea.
Step 2: Origins
How did your person become a hero/villain/sidekick? was she/he born with special powers? Did he/she get them in later life? Or is he/she simply a regular person who decided to do some good/evil?
Whether there are super powers or no, how did this person make the decision to be good or evil? What caused him/her to change?
Step 3: Alter ego
You can ignore this step if you want; not all superheroes/villains have an alter ego.
Your alter ego depends a great deal on how you became a superhero/villain: Superman was born irregular, so he had to make a new identity, but Pete Parker and Bru
UntitledStill (living) betweenUntitled4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
parentheses, while speaking
Greek and ellipses...
The ArgumentIt was raining outside, something that fit the mood inside the apartment quite well. There was a moody atmosphere, something the usually optimistic Agnes didn't like. She was sitting on the big red couch in the living room, waiting for her girlfriend to come home from her pub-crawl.The Argument3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waiting for her to return at half past eight in the morning.
It wasn't the first time this happened either. Elaine had a habit of coming home in the morning, somewhere between three and six, and Agnes didn't like it if the time was closer to the latter. Especially since their agreement was that they would both always be home at three. Of course Agnes wasn't going to be upset if her girlfriend came home at, say four, but half past eight? That was too much. She would talk to Elaine about this when she got home. Whenever that would be...
Finally, almost half an hour later, Elaine stumbled into the room, visibly tired and satisfied with how she'd spent the night. when she saw Agnes' face, howe
The Black Bag The problem was simple, really. I was a little too drunk. Me and my buddy Jake though, we found it simple to walk with a stagger and laugh a little too loud, a simple problem. The day was pretty good, pretty drunk.The Black Bag5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The hours passed easy until Max came out of his pawnshop. Max never leaves his pawnshop. He looked so worried and strange I had to squint to be sure it was him. He got us interested, walking toward my buddy and me with trouble written all over his face. Trouble is something a man can relate to from time to time, somehow.
Max walked right up to us and put his hand on my shoulder, thowing me off balance for his remark.
"I need your help, boys," he said.
Jake laughed. "Hey, Max needs our help!"
I nodded and tried to look serious to hide the surprise that made me want to laugh too. I thought it could b
high school sweet hearts- a Fairy Tail story ch.1CHAPTER 1 :high school sweet hearts- a Fairy Tail story ch.14 years ago in Romance More Like This
I awoke to a bight sun filled room with Virgo staring straight at me. "Good morning princess", "Oh, good morning Virgo". I rose up from my comfy bed, rubbing my eyes that where still covered in sleepiness. "Princess, I have prepared your clothes this morning and your brother Master Loki has requested your presences at the breakfast table." "okay, okay thank you Virgo you can go now" "Do you want me to dress you prin-" "NO! GO AWAY!".
I started to put on the clothes that Virgo had laid out for me when I began to wonder (We eat breakfast together every day, why is he 'requesting my presences'?) I shook the thought out of my head finding no importance in it, and proceeded to my bathroom to brush my teeth.
I walked into the dinning room to see my older bother sitting at the huge table with a serious look on his face. "Loki?" I asked. The serious look he had completely dissolved into a large smile "Lu-chan!" he squealed jumping out of
An Ode to the UnknownCaliginous SkyAn Ode to the Unknown5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your breath is moist
Your mundane rains
Scour the sewers,
Unearthing the underworld
By drowning it out
With your saliva.
Your clouds are a red
The Few -
The Far -
I am not afraid of you
While wetness descends
I stand dry.
October the 9ththere are times you'd sell your soulOctober the 9th5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
for even an ounce of control
wake up to find your girlfriend of six years
lying still, blood trickling out her ears
she's not breathing, either call 911 on the phone
mouth to mouth, push down on breastbone
fire department, ambulance, police show up in a second
don't know what to do, in a blind panic
adrenaline highwire, wet with sweat
pace in the living room, smoking cigarettes
the portable defibrillator powers up wheeeiiilll
you can already hear her complaining about next month's electricity bill
soothe yourself, it's gonna be alright don't be so tense
then they come out and ask if you'd like to ride with them in the ambulance
halfway to the hospital, the paramedics have good news to tell
'we got her heart started again and it's beating by itself'
wheel her in to the emergency room upon arrival
while all you can do is catch an eyefull and it's about her survival
shepard you off to a gloomy room, tormented & grim
LANTERNS OF EQUESTRIA: BLACKEST NIGHT - PrologueLanterns of Equestria Blackest NightLANTERNS OF EQUESTRIA: BLACKEST NIGHT - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
PROLOGUE: IN THE BEGINNING
Once upon a time, in another universe, there was darkness.
It was the era before reality became defined, at the point before existence that constitutes all came to be, in the time before the very concept of Time itself existed, when the Universe was anything BUT.
There was nothing, nothing but an absolute, lifeless darkness that stretched infinitely in all directions.
And for a time, it was the way things were.
Then, at an unspecified point of history, a spark was struck, either by design, or accident.
And there was Light.
It was WHITE Light of Creation. In later days that point of history would come to be known in many names: Genesis, The Big Bang, the Dawn of Time, the Carving of the Heavens, Alpha, the Beginning of Everything, and so on.
The absolute darkness in the universe was replaced by the Light, and for a while, it filled all of reality with its brilliance.
From this beginn
All the cracks in time ::The Doctor wasn't sure how it happened. Time and space was so unpredictable at times, but this? This was unforgivable. It was an accident really, it could have happened to any of them, but it didn't. It happened to her. He swore he'd protect her, he PROMISED Rory.All the cracks in time ::4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Doctor jerked his head up. Rory! He looked back at the man struggling on the ground, throwing up. "I need your help."
"What was that?" He struggled, his knees shaking, "Where's Amy?"
"Yes. Amy. She's gone. That's the problem, and you need to get up and help me." He glared at the screen, "She slipped though a crack."
"A crack?" He said, pushing on his eyes, "Wait... What do you mean she's gone?! We closed the cracks."
The Doctor let out a groan, spinning a blue wheel, searching his screen with his finger, tracing imaginary lines, "Yes. We did. But THIS crack," He tapped the screen, "is a new one. It's another dimension."
"What? Like the
The Seattle 777 IncidentIt was a rough day at Austin-Bergstrom International when our airplane landed, with wind and rain threatening to close down the airport. But somehow, the Thursday Shanghai run always came through. Our Boeing 777-4G9 seemed to glide in to the runway despite hefty crosswinds, before touching and quickly slowing down. Under air traffic controller guidance, I exited at the nearest taxiway and it wasn't long before the 777 was mated with the gate and everyone started to collect their things and disembark. I said goodbye to the people in first class, which was handled by one of three jet ways. I just turned around to grab my bag from the cockpit when a woman spoke.The Seattle 777 Incident5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Excuse me, Mr. Pilot?" she asked timidly.
"Hmm... Ye- HOLY!" I shouted, inadvertently getting the attention of my co-pilot, Tyler. We both balked at what we saw. As a green, six-foot, anthropomorphic dragon stood behind of the two older people. I took a step back toward the cockpit as a precautionary (more reactionary) measure. E
Poem 1Walking through endless woods,Poem 15 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dreaming endless dreams.
Thinking never ending thoughts,
Continuous, life seems.
One day it hits you,
This could be the end.
You see the sad looks
On the faces of your friends.
You read the T.V. headline:
"Car crash, killing one."
And the tears don't stop,
Not until the day is done.
Everything is different,
Yet only one thing has been changed.
There's a smile on my face
But my heart is rearranged.
R.I.P. Brandon and Bruce. We miss you.
Forever in our hearts.
Monsters In My RoomThe monster under my bed hates the monster in my closet. If they kill each other, I'll just have to worry about the monsters in my head.Monsters In My Room4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
CytotoxicityHe was alone, seemingly left to rot in the middle of the impenetrable forest of coniferous trees, expanding into disordered rows for as far as the eye can see. The figure sat in the middle of the trees, the invisible sun basking his skin in its warm light that was being filtered through the trees. He sighed contently as the warmth increased, a few birds floated by his vision. He closed eyes and rested, smiling as the water floated in a nearby stream over the black river rock.Cytotoxicity5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His train of thought was not derailed as two men slowly entered the padded room towards the straight jacketed figure, one holding at small syringe of medication. Still the figure continued to stare out the window. "Derek?" said one of the men while spinning the syringe with practiced, calloused hands. The jacketed figure continued to stare out the window, unfazed by the nonphysical methods of getting his attention.
The scene shifted in his mind, morphing and warping him to a cave. The cool wind moaning slightly as
Me-Wo-WatashiMe-我-私Me-Wo-Watashi4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knocking on the door of
Eternity in order find the moth,
Nostalgic moth of the past
Characterized by the man of vast,
Hating nothing but the person
Enduring the life's crimson,
Never acknowledging the lesson
陳年老酒灑鄉愁 (spraying homesickness with old wine)
建築古城披長藤 (building old fortress covering with ivy)
源由悔恨自無伙 (originating from self hate for having no comrades)
陳ねた老酒で郷愁を駆け(chasing homesickness with old wine)
建てた古城で醜くを被り(building old fortress cover up the disfigured)
源に友無の我を責めた(originating from self blaming for having no friends)
Over the Fire and BrimstoneOver the Fire and Brimstone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over the fire and brimstone
I laugh over the fire and brimstone
as this world I have broken and burned
is destroyed by my flames I see you as
you reach for me sliping from the edge
of oblivion I only ask
"You knew I would burn this whole world till
it died....so why did you push me to dipare?"
You cling for your life to the edge and I
laugh and see my own tears as they seem to
overpower my hate and I fall to my knees and
cry to god
"WHY HAVE YOU GIVEN ME THIS MIND..FILLED WITH
MADNESS AND HATE,IT ONLY DAMNS ME TO THINK THIS
WAY AS THE ONES I LOVE BURN!"
You climb to my feet and pull me down and say
"You were not damned with this mind...you damned
As I fall I see you with the ones I love but do
not see the one I hate....he is only the one I
Iris and Cain play Containment BreachIris and Cain play Containment Breach2 years ago in Settings More Like This
SCP-105: Hi everyone, I’m Iris or “SCP-105” as they call me here and today to pass the time I’m gonna be playing SCP: Containment Breach which is a survival-horror game based on the Foundation. I don’t think it’s any particular facility but I know it has SCP-173 in it, that’s about all I know about it. Also I have a guest with me who will be taking turns with me, say hello Cain.
SCP-073: Hello. I am Cain, also known as “SCP-073”.
SCP-105: How it’s gonna work is when I die, Cain is gonna play and when he dies, I’ll play and so on. So let’s start this.
[SCP-105 begins the game]
SCP-105: Name? I, R, I, S. Wow these are long loading screens.
SCP-073: The game must have a lot of content.
SCP-105: I hope so. Oh, where am I?
SCP-073: It appears to be a D-Class cell.
SCP-105: Oh, it looks like my containment cell, only smaller, and without a proper bathroom. What’s this? “On behalf of the Foundation…
Pokemon Creepypasta-the infernoPokemon Creepypasta- The Inferno.Pokemon Creepypasta-the inferno3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Who is there, a visitor? You don't seem to be her; I guess it is safe to talk. Who am I you ask? I was a pokemon trainer; I had been on my journey but because of a situation, I wound up in this mess. Confused are you? I guess I should start in the beginning, it all started like this. I was just starting out in my journey, I wanted to be a fire type trainer so I had chosen a charmander of course, but as much I loved that charmander, my prized friend was a vulpix that I stumbled onto soon after I started out. The poor thing was injured, I couldn't tell what caused the injuries, but at the time, all that mattered was helping that little one. Looking back, I regret ever having helped her. I treated her right on the spot before rushing her to a pokemon center. When she came to after being tr
Prologue to Blessed ShadowStars. Atoms fuse, light is thrown, gravity shifts, time distorts, and the objects of space are cast in shadow.Prologue to Blessed Shadow5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A star was born, like all others, from a cloud of gas. It lived, as all stars do, consuming itself like a starving child, wasting away. Its existence was uneventful, unspectacular. But, as is sometimes the case, its death was catastrophic. In a flash, it disappeared. A blue ring expanded from its origin, a marked tombstone for the once magnificent star. Invisibly, radiation hurtles through space. Light years away a planet spins towards their eventual crossroads .
1,347 years, 8 months, 23 days, 2 hours, 14 minutes, 39 seconds later
Dr. Riegn Striger of the Nazi party searched the heavens with his telescope. A missile of sweat hit the floor, launched by the Doctor's shaky hand. Hitler did not take failure well. Iron walls were closing in on the once glorious Third Reich. Their distraught leader had personally asked Striger to look to the skies, in searc
BELLSEveryone to the front, the bell is ringingBELLS4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sporadic click-clack-clacking of hole punchers
Leading the charge
The joyless screaming of students past their due
Reduced to whimpers as they hit the ground
Everyone to class, here come the teachers
Brandishing rulers sharp as whips
Each hit amputating limbs
Each slash sending another student
Everyone to the rear, the day is lost
Some have been taken
Some have been lost
Some have been forgotten
Such is the price of a day
Gone so terribly wrong