A Liar's Excuse"Dare you to jump" (You think you can)A Liar's Excuse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A suicidal praise
To steal words of the mockingbird
To try and win with 26 royal flushes with only 2 cards
And one erected finger in defiance. "Dare you."
Slumbers to invoke dreams of
Illusionists and Jokers
Who do you think you are? Interrupting one's dreams
Bring yourself to a secluded world, dragging others in
Place that rusty, bloody object on your head! Crown your self queen of this corn
And of me
You seem to have an everlasting fountain
With cheery clothing
Blue eyes with violent, witty intent
Your soul is waving and slapping ever so greatly against my individualism
So breathe like it was your first and first among this world
Let the air make you fly then drop you cold and useless in your delirium
"You deserve it."
Don't stop until the northern lights become your cape
The stars your jewelry
Because you know you're worth it
Oh so worth it
Even if the other damn you, like me
So eternal bliss fall to your feet
Furries: Srs BiznessFurries have seemed to infect the internet over the years and are growing even more popular by the day. It all starts out with small, cute little ears on top of the internet personas head and then all of the sudden it hits. Yes, the furry virus hits. Those little cat ears poking through the personas hair basically explodes to coat any sort of human traits left on the body with fur. Paws form, claws grow, snouts appear where the noses were, legs snap to form some messed up version of hind legs. Take a bit of human, take a bit of animal, smash the two together and then we form a furry.Furries: Srs Bizness7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Of course, thats fine I suppose. It truly isnt my cup of tea, but if the person wants to draw or describe their internet persona as a humanized dog; all the power to them. Ill continue to draw myself as I look for my DeviantART IDs and the furries can draw themselves as cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, all mixed in with a touch of human. I can stand the art as well becau
Pour VousIn your head, you are never alone.Pour Vous6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is never an echoing emptiness when you
Think of old, blood-stained memories
Or of conversations past,
Though they have all lost their sound
And the emotion that they once held.
"It is wrong," they mutter to you,
"To be at home inside your skull."
They tell you that the only way you can be
Free is if you unstitch your lips
And speak to people who just don't understand.
"But is it wrong," you wonder,
"To want to tear your skin apart
So that you may prove at last that you are
Just as human as they are?"
"Is it so wrong to only feel lonely when
You are surrounded by them and
Their obsession with perfection?"
"Is it wrong to think a little differently
To someone who will never know normality?"
In your head, you are never
A l o n e.
Burden of ProofLet us, for a moment, assume that I exist.Burden of Proof7 years ago in Humor More Like This
That would be most convenient, since I am the guy writing this. If I dont exist, then I am not writing this, and you are reading something existentially impossible. So, if you would be so kind to agree on the fact of my mere existence, Id be much obliged.
And, let us assume that Time, and the Universe, are infinite.
A bit of a stretch, I know, but read Stephen Hawkings A brief history of Time and you will be convinced of this fact. Either that, or your brain has melted. Either is equally possible.
As a logical conclusion, every possible chance in an infinity of time is a mathematical certainty.
Of course. If there is a chance that something will happen, and the chance is repeated an infinite amount of times, it is bound to happen some time, sooner or later.
And it doesnt matter if it is sooner or later, because we have an infinite amount of time to spare. Its like flipping a
flightless birdThe Little Girl who's Mother was a Flightless Birdflightless bird7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Here is a glittering twilight purple and silent. Rolling hills and distant winds chiming distant voices. A lone spindly tree holding only half of it's leaves and a lone figure underneath it keeping the rest of them company. A little girl.
She had never been a normal child with a moral life nor had she ever been entertained by conventional things. She was a sick child both in body and mind.
Every once in awhile while she would get sick and have to stay in bed for months. During these times she eventually became adjusted to the unrelenting pain. She would not cry out... yet, her heart was weak you see, as often weak as her spirit and far less secretive.
They sit under a poplar tree when the twilight was cold but forgiving she ponders all of this.
As the feathered death fluttered between her cold fleshy digits she found a sense of glee, she had not found this often or many times before sitting underneath that poplar tree.
lately we've been dreamingWordspill:lately we've been dreaming7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I have been watching the pot for boiling. It attracts flies, hairy ones with legs dappled in tartar sauce, the shadows of your dreams, speckled across like fabric. When they near my ear, I bat them away, nervous, a palm shelled with cotton string, carrot sticks for fingers.
I want my brothers when they still laughed at fart jokes, and I want my grandmother when she still lived in San Francisco and it rained and I told her I was going to be a veterinarian up on a mountaintop so I could take care of all the wild cats and boars when they were sick, and they would all love me and I would never be alone. My father will only eat fish and chips when we go out to eat. My mother says she is starving.
I have want, I say. I have need. But these are lies, because I live in a nice house with a backyard I don't remember and telephone poles and security wires and roof shingles like big strong prisoner arms that refuse to let me go, caging me inside little cream-colored boxes, and I
101 Rules of RPGs100 Rules of RPGs101 Rules of RPGs6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1.Crispin Freeman is in here somewhere, find him!
2. Don't fuck with the chickens.
3. If it's cute, it will kick your ass.
4. Cats, there will be one.
5. The bigger the tits are, the more the woman lies.
6. You will overcome your rival.
7. The less bits, the better the music.
8. Someone has a sister/brother/mother/father complex.
9. There will be Mary-Sues.
10. Either you'll get laid, or the girl of your dreams will get shanked.
11. God's an ass.
12. You can survive all falls, just roll.
13. So what if the water is only knee-deep? You can't swim!
14. Your ride can change completely depending on the color.
15. Beware of sequels.
16. Gender-benders exist, and chances are they will kick your ass.
17. Someone will fight a family member.
18. "I just died in your arms tonight~!"
19. If you glow, chances are you're genetically enhanced.
20. Never trust a Wise Man.
21. Soldier A will always die. It's the same as the Red Shirt Rule.
22. If you can't go on, talk to everyone.
Even Angels FallHey...you.Even Angels Fall7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Yeah, you. Don't give me that look. I'm just talking to you, amn't I? You look sad, and I thought telling you I'm sad too would help. Or that everyone around you is crying secretly.
I know that your life is hard, but you're not the only one with some heartbreak. Everybody has some thing that they keep locked inside, something that breaks them down.
Don't believe me?
Fine. Let me tell you some stories.
See that girl over there? The pretty one with the blonde hair and blue eyes, small nose, tan skin? Carrying her math book, talking to a small posse of laughing girls? They're heading for the benches, and they're smiling like they don't have a single worry. She's one of the popular girls, isn't she? Therefore, she must be the happiest girl on earth.
Actually, she's not.
Look at her. She's skinny, right? A bit too skinny. You can count her ribs, can't you. It's because of what her mother said.
She called her fat, you know. That girl took it to heart, and she's starving herself. H
You're SpecialYou know what I love? People who lie. People who speak half-truths and quarter-truths and sometimes ten-and-a-fourth-truths. All those ugly, stupid people. People who compare you to a summer's day or a flower because they love you.You're Special7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Well, I love you, too.
I love you lots and lots. I promise you. And you should believe me because I tell you. Not because I SHOW YOU with actions or because I do anything for you. Just believe me because I will spend a minute and a half every now and then to give you a two-thirds-truth that suggests something about the way you look or the way you make me feel. I'll maybe write a paragraph and a half so that you understand, so you look at me and think, Yes. I believe. Do you believe? Because I don't.
Oh, you're so special! You're so GOD DAMN SPECIAL! But you're only SPECIAL right NOW because I SAID you were so freaking SPECIAL. And in a few d
Guide to Fantasy CreaturesA Field Guide to Fantasy CreaturesGuide to Fantasy Creatures10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Banshee - A woman, dressed in white, who makes appearances to sing or recite poetry the night before a loved one is to die. Until very recently (when new legislation was introduced to protect consumers) life insurance companies frequently cancelled policies upon reports of banshee sightings. Great care must be taken to distinguish between banshee singing and banshee yodeling, as the latter merely indicates that you will, at some point tonight, accidentally ram your shin into the coffee table.
Basilisk - The origin of the phrase "If looks could kill." The basilisk is a small lizard-like creature hatched from the egg of a serpent. It secretes a venom so toxic that not even Keith Richards can survive it, and even its gaze is instantly deadly. Consequently many modern, peace-loving basilisks are forced to wear blindfolds in order to have any interactions with normal society; even so they have difficulty securing Prom dates, and are fr
The Players' EpilogueSUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER X: That was all very well, of course; exceedingly tragic, you know, positively heart-wrenchingThe Players' Epilogue7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
SUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER Y: I wouldnt go that far.
X: But what about us? I mean, what are we, pond scum or something?
Y: I do believe were the comic relief.
X: No farewell speech, no rending cry of pain at the end of lifenothing but a snicker from that brat of a protagonist in celebration of his infinite cleverness at having our poor heads whacked off instead of his own. He, of course, gets two pages of script on which to elaborate. And what do we get? Diddly. As usual.
Y: I would have been happy with a short monologue. You know, earlier on.
X: (Sighing.) But, alas, it could only have been a dialogue of sorts. For we are but Siamese twins in this grand play of life. Where one goes, the other must follow closely on. What one says, the other must echo in due fashion.
Y: Siamese twins? But were
X: I was being metaphorical
Last Beautiful GirlCastiel knew his decision to raise - or in this case, lower - Jo Harvelle was right when he found her heaven. The memory she was in at that point was a simple one. They were in what Castiel knew to be the Roadhouse. Castiel watched as Sam and Dean entered. It was remarkable to see Dean this way, unhaunted by memories of the Pit because he had not yet been there.Last Beautiful Girl4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel watched silently as the Winchesters crept towards a man lying prone on a pool table. Ash, he knew, although he'd never met him. The angel-turned-God watched as Ellen and Jo leapt out, shotguns trained on the Winchesters. Castiel took note of the expression on Jo's face: pure admiration for the older Winchester.
He stepped forward, making himself known to her. She looked at him for a moment, confused. "Cas?" she asked as the rest of the scene played out before them, unaware that one of the characters was no longer playing h
Mages and Templars: AnywhereMages and Templars: Anywhere4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The rain was pouring from a clouded sky. Waves were crashing against the sides of the boat taking people from the City of Chains to the Gallows, making it rock back and forth even harder than usual.
Hayden was sitting on a crate in a corner under the deck, trying hard not to notice the young mage that so obviously was feeling seasick. He was trying hard not to throw up, she could tell. The templars was already looking furiously at him for the mess he'd made on the floor the first time and they're eyes told them all that they would not tolerate a second time.
She was a spirit healer as well as a battle mage and she could easily ease his illness, but if she were to help him she would expose herself to the templars. And even if she was the Warden Commander and Hero of Ferelden, she hardly believed that they would just let her go, with all the things that had happened with the mage-rebellion. And she didn't want to trouble Cullen because of a boys seasickness, not when the boat would dock
Mages and Templars:TranquilityThere were fields of gold spreading underneath the clear blue sky - not a streak of clouds in sight and the sea beyond it, reaching further than the eye could see. The bright sun, shinning high above him, was warm on his skin, but the wind was a soft breeze, a cool and soothing touch.Mages and Templars:Tranquility4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He walked slowly across the plain, the golden straws tickling his palms as he moves forward, towards the ocean. From a distance he could hear waves crashing against the shoreline. Birds were crossing the sky, their cries somewhat calming in the symphony of nature.
The honey-colored eyes, however, wasn't taking in the stunning view of the world in a palette of gold and blue, but the woman standing in the sea, water to her ankles and the wind making her ruby hair and her midnight blue robes dance around her otherwise immobile frame. His mouth curved into a smile, watching her watch the waves travel across the sea.
Cullen got closer to his love by the moment, didn't make an effort to sneak up on her a
DA2: BreakevenBreak-evenDA2: Breakeven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fenris stared into the empty bottle of Aggregio. A few, red drops of the wine were at the bottle, but he didn't feel like going for them. That would just be pathetic.
A second later, he drained the bottle of the last few drops.
He stared at the label, making out a few words. Faline had been teaching him, but he was afraid it was going no where. Their sessions were... awkward, to say the least. Since he'd walked out, she hardly looked at him. He missed the elven mage's quirky ways, the way she would nervously giggle when she spoke, how when he surprised her she'd let out a benign jolt of electricity around her hands...he really was hopeless.
But...earlier that day, she'd been different. She'd been her bubbly, cheerful self again. She'd actually smiled at him. He'd been...confused. When he asked her if something was wrong, he'd found out.
Apparently that filthy abomination had gotten his hands on her.
You have no right to feel jealous. You left. he
DA II Fanfic-Waiting to ExhaleTitle: Waiting to ExhaleDA II Fanfic-Waiting to Exhale4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age II
characters/pairing: Fenris/F!Hawke (Ageha)
Disclaimer: Fenris, Varric, Merrill, Isabela, Anders, Sebastian, Leandra, Orana(c) Dragon Age: II bioware/EA
All other characters (c) me.
Dragon Age II
Waiting to Exhale
"I need somewhere I can work on my healing NOW!"
The door burst open, with Anders pushing through the heavy wooden panels, followed by Fenris, carrying the barely conscious Ageha Hawke. Varric, Aveline, Merrill, Sebastian and a guilty looking Isabela closely trailed behind.
Leandra nearly fainted upon seeing the sight when rushing down the stairs to investigate the commotion.
"Ageha!" she cried. " What happened? Was she caught in the fight with those Qunari outside? Maker, no, please don't take her, too! She's the only one I have left!"
Leap: Chapter 2Leap: Chapter 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
12 Kingsway 9:27 Dragon
Lothering, Southern Bannorn, Ferelden
Malina liked Lothering. Sure, the little creek running through the middle of town smelled like an open sewer… mostly because that's just what it was, and yes, quite a few of the locals seemed somewhere between "slow mabari" and "clever lump of dirt" in terms of intelligence… that made no difference. Lothering was blessed with something no other town could claim: the most oblivious templar force in the whole of Thedas. Not only had they managed to live quite happily for years, they had done so without so much as a single question. Even when Bethany developed a religious streak and began attending Chantry services over the strenuous objections of, well, everyone, their lives remained calm.
The sisters were sitting on the bridge over open-sewer creek, kicking their legs over the edge. They had been giggling about an Orlesian novel Bethany had found somewhere. "I think it seems silly," Bet
The Way Out Is Through - Chp.2Ardinal Tabris turned to face the remaining Templars. Their advance had slowed as they took head of the Grey Wardens who had not only appeared among their folly, but downed their Lieutenant in one deadly strike. Her armour shone a hellish red. Battle born flames danced across her blades. Her frame, although petite in stature commanded a terrifying presence, one which the Templars had undoubtedly noticed. Two from their ranks approached her, caution in their steps.The Way Out Is Through - Chp.24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"This does not concern you Grey Warden. An Annulment is in pla..."
"Wardens are my concern Templar." Ardinal responded sternly.
The Right of Annulment had most probably been called off after Meridith's demise, but Luca decided it best not to mention, given these Templars had attacked with no certainty of the mages among them.
"Our order is withdrawing from Kirkwall. I am here to ensure that all are doing so, and without incident." Ardinal continued.
"It's Hawke. I'm sure it is. If she's here then that bastard..." The second T
DA2 - End of MeDA2 - End of MeDA2 - End of Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: A scrap songfic, my computer crashed halfway through writing it, and by the time I got it back up I had lost my inspiration for this. Rather than forcing it, I decided to leave it as it is; short and sweet.
This is cannon with my 'And Everything In Between' fanfic (fenfic *snicker*). Sorry for the angst, but it's Fenris and it makes sense. Bah, enjoy~
The light grew dimmer until the fire was all but out. Even the candle on the table had given up some time ago, only the cold, hard wax stuck to the brass holder and cracking wood of the table were left to tell it had existed at all. I didn't want to stir, but her smell no longer lingered, her warmth long gone from the room. Did I wish for her return? Did I dare to? Still clutching my head in my hands, I hunched over the table, trying to comprehend. Perhaps I should go to her, try to explain.
~Emily will find a better place to fall asleep~
Alas, no; surely she desired solitude. Probab
LoveLove5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How do you know when you're in love?"
Seth raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason you're asking that so out of the blue? And am I giving the king my professional opinion, or giving friendly advice?"
Alistair chuckled sheepishly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Friendly advice, please. If I have to listen to one more 'professional opinion' about anything, I'll go bloody insane. And yes, there is a reason behind my asking."
"Mm." Seth grinned. "It...wouldn't have anything to do with the Nevarran princess coming with the entourage that arrived yesterday, would it?"
Alistair blushed. "It might. But just answer the question."
The Chancellor laughed. "Well, it's hardly the same for everyone, but as far as Leliana and I go, for my part, I knew I was in love with her when she told me I had to choose between her and Morrigan, and my heart nearly stopped beating at the thought of losing her. It
Bullets and Scars Ch. 2Bullets and Scars Ch. 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The stars moved by so slowly outside the small window of the giant cruiser that Avery was now on. But even though the ship had not yet it's FTL drive engaged, she knew that they were getting further and further away from Earth with each passing minute. That with every second she was getting away from Gabe. That she was now free, that even if he could find her again, he couldn't hurt her. She was no longer his. She was free.
She knew all this and she couldn't remember the last time she felt this kind of happiness. It was probably better if she didn't remember it either. And still she felt the anxiety clawing inside of her. She was now more afraid than ever before. She had left him, left her home and all she ever knew behind her, but she still couldn't stop thinking about it. About Gabriel.
How could she be sure that he couldn't find her? That he wouldn't get her back? What if she wasn't fit to be in the military? What if they decided to send her back? They couldn't, could they?