Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus s
Tally, Not Talitha: PrologueLittleton, Indiana and it's population of two thousand five hundred and thirty seven did not suit Talitha Weston anymore. The small town and it's remodeled 60's era buildings that she had once adored had become something of nightmare. Gone were the days where she was excited to spend nights with her best friend Sara, and even more gone were the days when she had rushed to get home from school. The death of her brother Michael had turned her once colorful life into a dull, gray-scale play. Her father had thrown himself into his work at the bank, putting in such long hours that Tally wondered whether he really stayed at the bank all night. HerTally, Not Talitha: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At World's End: ProloguePrologueAt World's End: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the center of a fragrant green clearing, the queen of the Seelie Court sat upon a throne of twisted vines. White roses blossomed around the top edge of the seat, fading into green, leafy vines and needle-sharp thorns as it neared the earth. The chatter of her fey floated along with the apple blossom petals in the air, each voice wondering what could be so important to make their queen call for them on the first day of Spring. All eyes were trained on the crown of thorns balancing atop her emerald-colored head.
Upon her throne, the Queen was still as a statue. Her pale moonlight eyes stared ahead, unblinking. Her chest rising and
The Calling : 1The snow fell thickly as Keira stood on the platform having missed her train by seconds, the next one 15 minutes or more away. It was the first cold snap of the season and the whole city was in chaos. 'Snow! And it's not even December!' was the phrase on everyone's lips.The Calling : 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She watched with distracted eyes the seemingly flippant movements of the fluffy snowflakes as they twinkled in the platform lights. Subconsciously she reached out, warm bare hand removed from her pocket to catch the nearest glowing flake on her fingertip. She barely registered the cold, only noticing the play of light and the sharp points of the unique ice star as it disinte
DD001: How Mom and Dad MetI have had considerable personal difficulty recently.DD001: How Mom and Dad Met2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There's a lot of reasons for this, and there's reasons why it comes up now.
And I've decided I can't ignore these troubles. My general approach to stressors and problems is described gently as "wait and see." Stacy's description for it is "brush it under the rug." Most problems sort themselves out if you can be patient and out-wait them. My personal struggles, however, have not sorted themselves out.
My essential difficulty I've come to realize is one of identity. Who I am and why, what I believe (and why) and what is the right way to live my life. The core ontological questions of phil
BoT: Chapter 1Chapter OneBoT: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Calais stared out at the stormy night sky from her window seat on the plane, her brow furrowed with worry. "Are we seriously going to fly through that?" she murmured to her younger sister, Erin. All she got was a light snore in reply.
Calais looked over and grinned. The excitement of actually going to Hawaii had exhausted the younger girl. She was slumped in her seat, mouth hanging open, snoring contentedly.
Though their parents, Leon and Wendy, had been reluctant to let them go, it was hard to them to say no to a free trip. They both had work, but had finally given in to the girls' pleadings and let them travel on schedule whi
Battle of Three: ProloguePrologueBattle of Three: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thunder crashed through the swirling night sky. The trees moaned, creaking in the fierce winds. Talons of lightning sizzled dangerously, causing bursts of flame below even in the pouring rain. In the middle of the heaving chaos cowered a small village; its inhabitants crouched within their dwellings in fear.
The High Illaem was bored.
Even though the torches flickered erratically in the strong wind whistling through the open door, she was sprawled comfortably on a large chair, her thin, twiggy legs swaying idly. A particularly loud crack of thunder split the air, immediately followed by another blinding flash. There was a splinter
Silver Ash : 1Silver AshSilver Ash : 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The day was fading into the evening with a cold, silver color. No one expected that while the night passed and ill would fall upon the village of Shedem, rendering its people helpless. No once suspected the great Bringer of Death, the Stranger, to descend upon the village and take the lives of the innocent; especially not the drunk merchant in the corner of the Begaerd Tavern. He rambled on and on about how he and his friends wiped out the family of his rival. He had come here to await his fate and he knew that the Lord Zeil would come for him. He did not know, however, the horror that awaited him, for it was not Ze
ExilExilExil2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Astăzi revizităm decembrie din '72
şi-i vedem iar pe cei acum nebuni
în floarea vârstei şi iubind;
iar lângă ei sunt cei bătrâni, pe-atunci şi ei
tot tineri, dar totuşi la fel de-nţelepti, iar cei morţi încă n-au murit
şi stau şi ne privesc...zâmbind, pentru posteritate.
În vremea-cea de ură încă nu ştiam şi-obişnuiam să ne trezim
mai buni: în fiecare zi, cu fiecare clipă, din fiecare plânset
de copil, de cinci ani sau chiar nou-născut.
În vremea-cea pe lângă
A first beginning...A first beginning...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life should start as a life should start,
With a first beginning in this art.
And when this start just falls apart
A mighty pen begins its part.
And a whole blank book it has to write,
A book of love, a book of life.
And many seek to read what's wrote,
Yet all they see is just a word.
A word of wonder , a w
In painIt falls. In dark it disappears,In pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With wings of fire burning out.
And in slow violence it fades
Until of the last breath remains without.
But on its path a trace remains.
At trace of darkened brightening light.
One that can pierce through fallen souls.
Yet it soon dies, in freedom starts its flight.
What was to it that made this be?
The once great beauty turned its face.
A twisting thought then stained its heart
And made it wither, the light never again embrace.
Don't search for what should not be found,
The now forgiven sins remain
Just in the hearts that float in void.
But that once were, and were in pain.
Flacara NeagraFlacara Neagra2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
când oamenii s-au împărţit în triburi şi s-au înmulţit, Moartea a apărut printre ei sub forma unei bătrâne gârbovite cu o cocoaşă ce-i depăşea nivelul capului. Ea le-a vorbit primilor strămoşi ai oamenilor despre viaţa veşnică şi cum o pot avea. Se spune că nimeni nu s-a atins de nemurire, nici măcar puternicii titani, care depăşeau cu mult statura Morţii. Ei bâjbâiau, ţipau, strigau de disperare şi blestemau ziua în care bătrâna Moarte s-a găsit să
Embracive meEmbracive me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It came to me one day: one sound,
A deafening whisper silence broke
And with its music stabbed my heart
That slept for ages, and awoke.
What can it be this burning light,
Scaring away the silent blind?
The fire bird flickering through
That grabbed my soul of air to bind.
I rise to it, surrender all,
The burden of beautiful sins.
Yet of the cry of lonely hearts
A darkened trace in me remains.
And as I step on dying stones
Of worlds I knew, that ceased to live,
I find my feet are cold and sore,
To gentle winds my limbs captive.
But now I dare to walk ahead,
The search of whispers, light, endures
And on its path I shall remain
AnotimpuriPe când toamna ne-ngălbeneşte surd o amintire,Anotimpuri3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Noi stăm proptiţi în gândul unei raze de lumină,
Ce bate încrucişat în adireri stinse, repetate,
Întregind difuz forma inimii noastre,
Colorată în interiorul unei şoapte.
Pe când primăvara ne veghează diform,
Renăscând din propria natura ingheţată fluid,
Noi ştim ca orice culoare se albeşte lin,
La auzirea unor vorbe moi rostite în ecoul iubirii,
Şi ştim ca
Writing 201: Crowd or Cast?You should know your overall plot by now and I'm sure you have your cast of characters in mind, now it's time to cut your cast in half, yep, seriously, cut it in half as you have too many characters. Yep, that's right, we'll focus today's article on something most people tend to ignore: how big should your cast be?Writing 201: Crowd or Cast?3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Here's the thing, the more characters you have, the more pages you will need to develop them in a satisfying manner. So, unless you're writing the next 1000+ novel I suggest you keep your cast with the minimum number of characters as possible your plot requires.
Why have two bad guys when one suffices? What's the point in having
UnderstandingUnderstanding7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its the small things around me
The little moments, of peace
The smile as we come to know the world;
Dead and cruel
The path we choose
So care free, nothing to loose
One step at a time
Obstacles mean nothing, all is left in sublime
Innocent born into sin
Almost like a test
To see who'll win
Like baby birds from the nest
Its a strange world
Too young, with much experience
So naive to the absurd
In each generation, we see the carnage
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yoursel
Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader)Okay next request done! Another swimming one I'm afraid this one is for kitkittykats, I hope you enjoy!Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader)11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is my longest one yet!!
Also thank you all for the favs and the watches, I try to thank everyone in turn, but sometimes there's just too many of them! Thank you to all who are patiently waiting for their requests as well.
Shihagami signing off~
The waves lapped on your feet and you slid into the pool. You let yourself float for a while, closing your eyes and letting your (h/c) hair loose in the water. Your face warmed with the sun and you smiled. Today's gonna be another great workout, you thought to yourself.
You stayed like this
Maid For A DayMaid For A Day11 months ago in Settings More Like This
It was the week before summer began for Jerry and he was in a crisis. He needed to find a summer job. They were all taken but he needed one badly to be able to buy the stuff he wanted since his parents cut him off weeks before. So he decided to go through town again on another job search.
"Stupid parents, why did they have to cute me off?" Jerry angrily said, stressing out and frantically rubbing his hands threw his short black hair. "This sucks!" He said looking around again.
Jerry looked around town again and nearly came up with nothing. He was about give up until...
"Crap, nothing aga-..." At that moment he stumbled and bumped into an o