Chosen of the Spider QueenDrizzt Do'Urden made his way cautiously through the tunnels below Mithril Hall. As a ranger, it was his sworn duty to protect the hall from the constant menace that the Underdark posed. The deep places of the earth were filled with monsters such as hook horrors and basilisks, as well as the ever present danger of invasion by goblins, Drow, or Duergar. Sometimes it seemed as though destroying monsters was his whole life.Chosen of the Spider Queen2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The cavern he was patrolling seemed to lead deeper into the Underdark. This was dangerous territory. As he made his way down the sloping tunnel, he became conscious of an eerie sensation. He could also smell something sulfurous in the air.
The tunnel began to fill with an unearthly green luminescence. What magic was this?
Before Drizzt came the tallest and most beautiful Drow female he had ever seen. Long white hair cloaked her body, falling well below her knees. She was clad in a gown woven from spider webs. She moved gracefully across the rough cavern floor on her bar
The Beckoning, Preface and Concept ArtThe Beckoning, Preface and Concept Art2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Drow, or often called Dark Elven kin, are a dim and ancient race. Unlike the other familiar elves, the Drow are cave duelers, creatures of the depths who do not enjoy the company of those who live on the surface.
They are often called demons, dark creatures, evil, and their appearance does not do much to avoid such criticism.
Dark elves have coal gray skin, which permits them to blend in to the dark like shadows, while their stature is slightly smaller and more slender than those of humans. Their hair, often kept in elaborate braids, is pale as silver, and for this reason, dark elves will often cloak their heads when scouting the surface world at night. Their eyes vary in color, ranging from shades of green and golden yellow, to shades of orange and red. Their irises are as those of a cat.
Their features are as graceful as the most beautiful of elves and are often denominated as being devilishly attractive.
Yet such characteristics are not the only motive feeding the dread of surfa
Finally, the truthHer face started to melt as she told the truth.Finally, the truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Underneath all the lies and pretend adulthood, there was neglected youth.
She turned her hands, palms to the sky.
She looked relieved, hopeful, I knew why.
After spilling her guts, she started to cry without a sound.
I knew her silence was her way of screaming out loud.
My heart started to hurt just watching the water flow.
She told the truth, but there will always be things I'll never know.
There will always be secrets to hold, the pain and misery.
But she will not have to stand alone, she has my company.
I will hold her hand, even if she turns it down.
I'll make sure that her smile shines through after every frown.
A lil' poem... Roses are red,A lil' poem...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue,
I hate you,
I hope you die soon.
InterceptorInterceptor1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When they came in, they always came in fast. They skid low across the atmosphere like silvery stones, flushed with coldness and dawn. It seems like they had been coming for a few years now, and perhaps observing for some time before that. We knew what they had been doing for awhile, but due to the scale of the previous conflict their depredations went unnoticed. Unnoticed at least by nations and armies. The inhabitants of a remote farm would go missing. Bandits, of course. A fishing vessel might disappear, just before dawn on a clear calm night. Drift mine, most likely. However, the disappearance of all the human inhabitants from certain remote island chains seemed harder to explain.
As things were rebuilt, one missing person became ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. A sort of harvest was suspected. It took radar and collective will to finally see them clearly. Silent, swift, and hungry. We almost never saw them at all. We never found any trace of their victims. They came o
A Glutton For Punishment"Let me go, Glarg," pleaded Caz. A long, thick rope circled about her waist, hanging her from the ceiling of the lizardman's enormous cave. Her legs were bound together; her arms were tied against her sides. She had been gagged, but she had worked the red bandana out from her teeth so that it now hung loosely about her neck. "I have things I need to do; I can't just hang about here like this!"A Glutton For Punishment3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No, you're not going anywhere," he told her gruffly. "Except into this cauldron, that is! Yes, Caz, you're going to pot! I traveled a long way to get here to England and I want someone British for supper."
The kettle whistled impatiently. "Well, water you waiting for?" asked Caz impatiently.
"No need to get all steamed up, Caz," he soothed.
"I'm boiling mad!" she fumed.
"I need the right utensils," Glarg muttered. "Let me see, first off, I'll wanna spoon."
"Not with me you won't," Caz informed him.
Brand New HeavenYou can reach up for the sky.Brand New Heaven1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I know it can be a long journey.
Land your soul into the stars.
Do not strand yourself in darkness.
Let the wind blow through your soul.
Yes, the skies are blue.
There are many who cry for a brand new day.
Yet, so few can hear the voices in the clouds.
That beautiful sound speaking...
It is a brand new heaven.
A large blue sky.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep.
I only dream of feeling one last emotion.
Will I be in a brand new heaven?
Or will I end up standing in the darkness?
I know I am not the most perfect person.
There are times I cannot bend head over heels.
Can I feel this brand new heaven...
..On last time?
The clock is ticking.
Yet, I feel my soul is sticking...
..On the cross roads.
Which way do I go?
One more heaven, just one more time.
This is the room that started it all.
I clawed every inch to the top.
Can I crawl my way back?
Is it my lack of self confidence?
I can hear the voice from far above.
CatsWe are cute.Cats1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are furry.
We turn sad faces into smiles.
And do not forget one thing;
We give our love to you.
My AbuseMy AbuseMy Abuse7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How many times
must I withstand
your cruel words
before I realize
my own true worth.
So much, I'd love
to find my own self
of my needs
always being on the
I Am YoursOh, woman I love how you walk.I Am Yours1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I do not care how you look;
Because it is how you talk that drives me insane.
You can stalk me any way you want.
I guess all this is true.
As long as you can walk the way you want.
It is the way you sway those hips.
Side to side.
I love the color of your cherry red lips.
Many spit and sputter out their drinks.
I just think of those handle bar hips you have.
You do not have to be the worlds good looking.
Please say your arms like change in your pocket.
Oh, please, will you be mine?
Those beautiful eyes always batting at me.
Come be mine.
I must be yours.
Let us run through the jungle.
Could we mud wrestle?
Oh, yes, please be mine.
You can read my mind at any time.
I will be your prize.
What part of the world would we ride to?
Come be mine.
I must be yours.
Because I am losing my sanity.
Ooo, keep on swinging those sexy hips.
Please come kiss me.
You got such beautiful lips.
Can we nip at each other?
Let us slip off into the back room.
Turn off the light.
Dancers In LoveCan we dance?Dancers In Love11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I will watch you prance.
One more chance.
This is a one last day in spring.
Did I hear the door bell ring?
I can sing you one last song.
It has been a long day.
There can be no pain.
Let it rain.
The winds sang one last howl;
At the end of winter when the snow ended.
We can blow each other one last kiss.
Do not blink, or that split second will die.
Are dancers in love?
Like two doves having a sweet joy in the clouds.
The sound of our hears.
A power of one last dream never ending.
This is sending shivers to my soul.
Do people dance when in love?
Can they be ever lasting doves in heaven?
One last word sung.
My lungs burn for love.
We can be dancers in one last dance.
Eyes on each other.
Let us bleed our love for each other.
The first day of spring.
Let the words of your voice ring in my soul.
No matter what choice is made;
Just take us to a brand new world.
Read my mind.
I can hear your voice again.
Tears are not always sad.
They can be fears in love.
Pain is not
Society + A DiabeticSitting in a shopping centre,Society + A Diabetic7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Retail shopping makes me feel better.
In the food court for my lunch,
Now here comes the social crunch.
Pull out my BGL meter and prick my finger,
Squeeze out blood, beside the strip my finger lingers.
BGL is ok,
Now let's see what the old ladies say.
Pull out the syringe and the vial,
See if their anger I can riel.
Draw up the insulin; stick the needle in my leg,
Push down the plunger; pull the needle out my leg.
Watch their faces, watch their eyes,
Watch them say their prayers to the skies.
They think I am a drug-o,
That is so.
But I need my drugs to stay alive,
To make them disgusted I will strive.
Art of Tea ChrysanthemumsArt of Tea2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
steeping in hot springs
If i was to die tomorrowAnd if I was to die tomorrow,If i was to die tomorrow11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before the sun has risen over the valleys
Where we used to walk hand in hand,
Talking about the future,
Our lives stretching out behind us like foot prints in the sand.
Know in your heart that I am safe and I am well.
And when loneliness comes knocking,
Please don’t think that I have just disappeared.
I told you, I would love you forever.
That is a promise I know that I will keep
Because even after I am gone,
You still know where to find me,
The place in your heart that you carved just for me.
Please don’t be angry, I did not want to leave.
I know these days will be hard,
And I can no longer be there to wipe away your tears
But please stay strong my love, please don’t disappear.
When times are tough, think of all the that memories we made,
But also know that it’s fine to fall in love again.
Don’t let my memory rule you,
Live your life to the full,
But know that I will never leave you,
And that in som
My LadyWe sit together on the old sofa,My Lady10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
nestled in each other's arms.
The rain is falling outside.
The only light in the room
is the light coming in through the window,
muddled by the rain and the gray sky.
The TV and radio are off.
The only sound accompanying us
is the rain tapping on the tin roof.
We sit together on the old sofa,
nestled in each other's arms.
You rest your head on my chest
as you sleep so peacefully.
I gaze down at you,
madly in love with you.
I gaze upon you.
You're so beautiful.
God, himself, couldn't have done a better job.
You look so peaceful and angelic as you sleep.
I can't help but wonder
what you're dreaming of.
I gently stroke your soft hair.
I love you so much.
A tear rolls down my cheek.
I take your soft hand and whisper,
"You have no idea how much I love you.
My heart is overjoyed that we're together now.
I want us to be with each other for eternity.
You're my angel. I love you s
A Novel Approach For CazCaz's fingers twitched indecisively, her hands hovered anxiously over the keys of her laptop. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the mental cobwebs. Whenever inspiration was there, words poured forth, like water from a bursting dam, but when lacking, her output slowed to a mere trickle. "Concentrate!" she told herself sternly, and finally began to type.A Novel Approach For Caz2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
While the tight ropes severely restricted Lady Lucille's movements, they did nothing, contrary to the hopes of her captor, to reign in her unbridled spirit. The young noblewoman pulled energetically on her bonds, firmly promising herself she would remain defiant to the last. Her exertions made it difficult for her to maintain her balance, but she was determined to preserve her dignity and remain standing on her feet.
"Mpfff!" she exploded. The cloth gag over her mouth prevented her from expressing herself more coherently, but her disdain for Sir Perceval Pomberton
Well-worn LoveYou fit all my moodsWell-worn Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a comfortable chair
There are no sharp edges
To cut and bleed
Just well-rounded corners
And smooth surfaces
And our movements are sure
In our dance, no need to practice
These steps aren't new
And the touch of your hand
Burns warm, not hot
Our flames aren't all-consuming
But the warmth of a well-banked fire
Tenderly cared for through the storms
My heart still lifts to see you
Though your head is more silver than brown
And your smile is still a balm
When the world has been unkind
Your eyes still speak volumes
That my heart catalogs
Like a favorite robe
This is a well-worn love
HeartstringsI don't want to fall asleep without you--Heartstrings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I close my eyes, I might wake to never find you here.
And I'll realize everything we had was only a dream,
And we were never meant to be...
Close your blue eyes, darling. I know they grow heavy now,
If I could hold you, you know I would somehow.
But distance is a monsterbut perhaps also a blessing in disguise
To prove that love knows no boundaries, no size.
'I long for you,
Felarya: SongMenyssan went to Australia, she was looking for a bite to eat.Felarya: Song6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She knew it was hot, but like it or not: she knew the best prey swarmed the street.
When she came across this young man drawin' on a chess board in a field.
And Menyssan jumped upon his camper van and said: "At chess I can make you yield:
"I bet you didn't know it lad, but I'm a chess player too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now I bet you play chess real nice, boy, but give Menyssan her due:
"I bet a slave for your feet against your meat, 'cos boy, Id like to eat you."
The boy said: "My name's Rythy and your pawns will fall in droves,
"Cause I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, so prepare to kiss my toes"
Rythy you think fast and true and play your pieces hard.
'Cos a demons in your hometown and shes no slouch with her smarts.
And if you win you get a foot-rub from a succubus.
But if you lose, youll end up in her guts.
Menyssan took the white side and said: "I'll st
HypoglycaemicOnly walking along on the dirt,Hypoglycaemic7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suddenly someone lifts me by the shirt.
They give me heaps of sugar,
They give me a chocolate bar.
When finally I come to,
I can't remember, no matter what they do.
They try to explain how it looks,
How violently I shook.
But no matter what they say,
This memory will delay.
I have to eat a lot more sweet,
Trust me this isn't a treat.
I feel sick but I've got more to eat,
Take me to a hospital and save me from the creeps.
I will be sick, like with every other hypo,
I need glucagon or a drip or again I'll go low.
Everybody's rushing, trying to help me,
Every other hypo they did see.
I feel terrible for a few hours,
While over me people tower.
They don't want me going back down,
Apparently I'm not as amusing as a clown.
Apparently I give a shudder,
Apparently I fall down,
Apparently my body clenches,
Apparently I shake,
Apparently I shiver.
And I know for sure that when I come to,
I can't remember my names, not all three or only two.
I don't remember where
You Won'tHe leans against the doorframe when she still thinks hes asleepYou Won't6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never feeling the need to wake him when it is time for the late night feed.
Did she think he was that deep of a sleeper? Perhaps. He could have rolled over and drifted off
But instead he followed to the bedroomgazing into the faint darknessilluminated only by a small Mickey Mouse nightlight.
A faint smile spreads across his lips, as she craddles their pride and joytheir beautiful girl in her arms
Whispering promises of the beauty and how she vows to protect her from any harm.
Caz-ual EncountersNow, I want you to understand that I dont mean anything personal by this, Caitlyn, explained Caz, reading the security guards name off her shiny brass nametag. The fascinatingly enigmatic jewel thief was dressed all in sleek, black clothing that allowed her to move easily and blend subtly into the shadows. A mask covered her upper face. A small bit of her curly brown hair escaped from the tight black cap she wore over her head. She carried a small black pouch slung across one shoulder. Its just that I have a little unauthorized business here in the natural history museum and I cant have you interfering.Caz-ual Encounters5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mpfff! answered Caitlyn in frustration. She sat on the cold marble floor of the Rare Gem Room, trussed with white rope, her arms bound behind her back against the leg of a display stand bolted to the floor. Her legs, tied together, stretched out in fro