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 Creator5 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
The Suzerainty of LumeriaThe Suzerainty of Lumeria4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Suzerainty of Lumeria
The land of snow, enchantment, and dark mysteries. A haunting, desolate jewel. Lair of the White Tiger.
Capital: Sapphire City
Center of Government: The Chryselephantine Palace
National Banner: A white tiger on a sapphire field.
Population: about 2 million
Government: Lumerians generally believe in a interconnectedness between economy, religion, and government. The government structure of Lumeria emphasizes a fluidity among all aspects of government, and therefore the Leaders' job changes depending on the needs and happening within the country. The Leaders of Lumeria are handpicked by the Goddess of Winter, Mei, to govern the country. The Leaders work as a team, with a Council mainly acting as counselors, particularly for executive matters. Usually, one Leader is chosen as the main judicial head and the other is the main legislative head, but it is not unusual for the leaders to switch between roles. In times of war, the Leaders officially act as
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
Omnitrix Ultimatrix aliensAliens:Omnitrix Ultimatrix aliens4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Wildmutt (DNA reunlocked from Wild Vulpimancers)
2. Four Arms (DNA reunlocked from Manny Armstrong)
3. Diamondhead (DNA reunlocked from Chromastone's "destruction")
4. Ripjaws (DNA reunlocked from Magister Pyke)
5. Ghostfreak (DNA reunlocked from Zs'Skayr)
6. Heatblast (DNA reunlocked from Alan Albright)
7. Cannonbolt (DNA reunlocked with the Master Control)
8. Upchuck (DNA reunlocked with the Master Control)
9. Way Big (DNA reunlocked with the Master Control)
10. Swampfire (DNA restored by Cade 10,
high school sweet hearts- a Fairy Tail story ch.1CHAPTER 1 :high school sweet hearts- a Fairy Tail story ch.13 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
A VoiceYour breathing stopsA Voice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You cannot talk
And you do not
Know what to say
Back to the brain
Eyes slowly look
"I am not gone,"
But you cannot
Manage to grasp hope
The slumber once
Light shines through
You find a voice
You are not gone
You have a voice
You can still speak
Out to the world
UntitledStill (living) betweenUntitled4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
parentheses, while speaking
Greek and ellipses...
A Different PerspectiveHow do they see me as I am to be?A Different Perspective3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What do they think?
Am I as familiar
As they are to me?
Do they just glance
Or something more?
Am I a closed book,
Or a wide open door?
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
How I Imagined HomeI could sever these tiesHow I Imagined Home4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Turn this life around
This little one needs a home
Made not of broken glass
Or dry chalky bone
Where beams of light shine in
But a real home
One to define the word
A place where memories are stored
The place we always
Come back to
In our hearts
And in our minds
My grandparent's home
Use to be
Times of peace
Remembering scraped knees
In the driveway
When the training wheels came off
Notches on an outside corner
How much the children had grown
Holidays and photographs
Comes to life
This is how
I imagined home
When the American dream
One Player Hide and SeekI've realized finding myself has to be first priority in this world of to-do lists. I've tried watching others find me first, only to realize that my internal compass had the better judgment. I'm more than a few forks in the road and some speed bumps. The journey to my heart is maybe closest to the scenic route, but I'd like to think it will be worth it for the person who cares to take a stab at it. Like to think, like to hope.One Player Hide and Seek4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As pretty as love seems, especially amidst the coldest of seasons, it can't be the only thing that keeps us warm. And I don't just mean material items and comfort food at holiday gatherings. Keeping your body temp up and warming the heart are completely different things and I think people confuse them. Relationships are more than just a body to latch onto when the going gets tough, when the snow starts to fall. The seasons are pretty structured, more or less, and you need someone who doesn't see being with you as the same methodical kind of process. Love is more
AloneAloneAlone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone is not spending the night by yourself in a dark room.
Alone is not being away from everyone that you know.
Alone is not being unable to be near your friends.
Alone is not having fewer friends than before.
Alone is standing in the middle of a room filled with the people you know,
Still not able to shake off that extremely emptying feeling
How Vast It IsI can't write a poem for you.How Vast It Is4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't sing a song for you.
I can't be you.
I once wished I could take your place and told you I would in a heartbeat.
You said "Yes, please do!" but we know I can't even do that.
We both know you're strong and have weathered many things.
But some things won't change.
This disease you have now won't change. You'll change with it.
You sent a text message, "I felt a tiny feeling in my left foot! Woot!"
I sent one back to help you celebrate.
I wished again I had what you have. Such a small thing you felt against the looming.
I can't linger on woe.
I can't linger on "can't."
I can't linger here without you.
I'll be a rock to your paper, to your scissors, to your own rock.
I'll be your memory if you ever lose yours.
I'll be here without you if I must, to keep you circulating through the veins of vast existence forever.
Saika's LoveI love you.Saika's Love3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I love you all.
I love you all so much.
I could die.
You could die.
That's how much I love you.
Don't you see?
Let me cut you.
Let me love you.
Let me cut you all.
Then you will see.
If I cut you, you will be mine.
Then I will prove that I love you.
Love you so much.
I can't stand it.
I'll take you.
And you'll take another.
And another will take another.
And I'll be able to truly love you all then.
I'll cut you.
Then you'll see.
Can't you see I love you?
I'll always love you.
Let me cut you and you'll see!
.penguin.what good are these feathers,.penguin.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I cannot fly?
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
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.Cytotoxicity4 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
The other halfWould you think I was crazy if I told youThe other half4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I love it when it cuts through my wrist?
It seems normal to me
Like making a fist.
The quick pull
The slight pressure
It doesn't make me feel "cool"
It simply makes me "feel".
It cuts through this
I collect them
My guilty pleasures
And hide them away
The greatest of pleasures
And I keep them all
My dirty secret.
But there is a strange desire
to show my scars.
I want to find the liars
And the hidden stars.
I want to find someone
Who doesn't look at it like it is wrong.
But knows why it was done
And that she has sang the same song.
I want to make a new song with her
I know how it would go.
A simple rhythm soft like fur
And a beautiful melody with love to show.
InsanityWhy must I continue to fight?Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't I just run away?
Why won't my legs let me run?
I want to be a coward, a coward....
I can't run away from my fears.
My destiny will not control me.
I shouldn't run away, I shouldn't run away.
I must stand, I must fight.
Charging onto the battlefield,
Dashing through the enemy,
A wave of destruction spreading in my wake.
I'll destroy all who stand in my way.
Yes, all will be destroyed.
I will destroy it all with my own hands.
Nothing will stop me now.
I shall wipe them all from existence.
What have I done?...
I've destroyed all I've hated.
But also all I've loved.
I have nothing left to lose.
I do not care anymore.
Hot blood flows through my body.
Millions of thoughts race in my mind.
I cannot make sense of it all.
There is no one there.
Everyone's gone, all gone.
Have they left me, or have I left them.
Or were they ever even here at all?
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 Bag4 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