Floodwater rising -Flood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
toys swell in the attic
ravenous as reeds
savaging the millpond
after summer rains.
all around me -
peeling back the skin
of this house
like a secret flying south.
I feel it creep
into the joints
of furniture and the carpet's dying edges
where the sideboard crouches
on silent paws.
Wet fills my ears
that scent of things
too ripe to wear
and the slur
between the wall and floors
slipping off the roof
and bits of reed
like living under glass.
Doctor Who Plot GeneratorDoctor Who Plot Generator6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
RANDOM DOCTOR WHO PLOT GENERATOR!
Based on the 'Time Lord: Journies' PDF's Random Journey Generator
HOW TO USE THIS PLOT GENERATOR:
This plot generator just gives you the basic details of a plot, not a full-fledged synopsis. Keep in mind, you won't always need to roll for all categories, except when a previous roll requires you to.
A six-sided die (D6)
At least a little imagination
ROLL A THEME:
First roll to find the theme group, then roll again to find the theme within the group. On a result of 5, reroll to get a Theme and double the number of locations over which the story takes place. On a 6, reroll for a Theme twice, applying both results, with the first as the Main Theme and the second as a Subplot.
1 Alien Menace
2 Altering History
3 Ancient Powers
5 A World Gone Mad
6 Beauty & the Beast
2 Environmental Action
3 Historical Adventure
6 Mad Scientists
1 Mistaken Identity
2 Parallel Universe
Hate Being A VirginEveryone else, IHate Being A Virgin10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fear, will get laid tomorrow.
I hate being pure.
Melancholy MimeMasquerading melodies maiming my mind,Melancholy Mime11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
making me mourn magnificent memories..
Maybe my mistakes made me misunderstand,
more malice made madness mine..
Mischievously masking mystical moments,
maintaining my melancholy mime..
Beseeching ReposeOh! Chaotic splendor, stop toying with my mindBeseeching Repose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep will not come, and I cannot unwind
I'm restless and diaphanous in this realm
Caught between space and time, overwhelm
Now clutched by the hands of daylight walking
On this Earth by nights eyes been stalking
Sunrise and sunset, sunrise and sunset
Visions of ghosts and lucid beings beget
I'm far from lively and further from rest
It's sleep I chase, I've now confessed
Cast and burning I'm desperately astray
Suspend my consciousness in dreams fly away
I beseech you Nyx, enchant me with your charm
Into the night I'll go, effortlessly and without harm
Arcane 101 Lession 2Arcane 101 Lession 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was just after lunch on the third day of school and the bells rang for another period. A young student rushed as fast as he could thru the hallways as the sounds of the bells echoed. OH GOD DAMN IT IM GOING TO GET LATE Tener almost screamed. Just as he reaches the door after the echoes stopped he fell and glides on the floor until he meets and hits a foot. He looked up and saw that professor Arcebus had put out his foot intentionally to stop him.
Youre late did he say looking down at Tener. I´m sorry professor, I just ..
I´m not interested in wasting time on excuses, get in and dont be late again Arcebus answered and walked back in. Tener picked up his stuff quickly and sat down at a desk and started taking notes as Arcebus went on. Another kid threw a ball at Tener´s head; he looked back and saw his friend Nocen.
Forgot the time while reading again? He asked. Tener responded
Clayeffervescent acrossClay2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the canvas where
Rhaine's Tale 6 - RedemptionRhaine's Tale 6 - Redemption3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With the help of her newfound friends - Safiya, Okku, a half-celestial named Kaelyn the Dove, and a hagspawn called Gannayev-of-Dreams - Rhaine discovers that her curse is much more than just a simple spell. It is a punishment from the old god of the dead, Myrkul, upon his traitorous Chosen, Akachi. It is these remnants of Akachi within her that cause Rhaine to hunger for souls, and to stop this hunger, she is forced to find a way to speak with the dead god himself.
After a harrowing journey, Rhaine finally manages to converse with the god's corpse, and he delightedly informs her that she must follow in Akachi's footsteps if she is to save herself. She must betray Kelemvor as Akachi did Myrkul. His pleasure at her pain is short-lived, however, as she ultimately turns his own creation against him, devouring what remains of his divine essence to sate Akachi's ravenous hunger.
She is left with no choice but to open the Betrayer's Gate - a forbi
slamwaves batter rocky shoreslam8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
erode boulders to sand
shatter themselves as well
weeping skysdecember dripsweeping skys1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
death's ember sips
pale as drizzle
the mist hangs low
the world's so weary
the tears just flow
no seeing clearly
on bee lost in time
on leaf and clover
on petal so sublime
how grief takes over
Human...Human...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.
The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the world and everyone in it goodnight. Clouds, like gentle giants of the sky, move gracefully towards the North, following some unknown path; playing their part. A lake in front of me glimmers, sharing the sunlight, multiplying it in all directions.
Everything here has its place.
Everything here is perfect, except me, with my thoughts, wishes, expectat
BulletproofI rolled sideways, taking position behind one of the nearby pillars in the training room. A good thing I did because of Carolina’s relentless firing. Each one of her shots connected with the concrete wall, some of them blowing away little chunks of the firm material on impact, causing them to fall upon the floor. Thank God the pillar took the brunt of Carolina’s punishment as a section was absolutely covered in splashes of pink-purplish paint. I quickly checked my pistol and made sure I still had enough ammo left. I had slightly less than half paint pellets left – pretty damn surprising considering the fact we’d been at it for the past ten minutes or so.Bulletproof6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Within seconds my sister appeared in my line of vision, her back slumping heavily against a column not too far from me. I noticed with concern that South appeared to be in some kind of pain when she hissed as soon as her hand came into contact with her right forearm. One of the effects of being directly hi
Woes of The HeartWeaving words into the nights heartWoes of The Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Meticulously plotting each step taken
Desperately fingers intertwined
Mistakes of the heart unravel the mind
Now conjured emotions become translucent
Caught in the reflection of Casanova's eyes
The maiden weeps beneath the stars
Relinquishing her worries of time
A cold shiver dances up her spine
Our loveOur love was a lazy summer dayOur love10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the world seemed to stand still.
Our love was the muffled silence
in thick snow and winter chills
and as we grew older,
our love constantly renewed
We never had to borrow it
or make each other blue.
Our love was always easy
to each other we were true.
For our love we were grateful,
for it's granted only to a few.
And in the spring time of our lives,
I knew I could count on you
and as the seasons changed their coats,
Knew I'd be there for you.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach 9th February 2015
All I Could DoThe first two months were absolute blissAll I Could Do1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
loving, caring, getting that kiss
living on ramen, mac n cheese, and love alone
we did more than survive, we made a home
Not because of me, and not because of her
things changed so fast it was hard to incur
the pain, the torture, the unyielding fate
There was no love, only bitterness and hate
But all I could do was love her through
All I could do, all I could do
For ten months she'd stare at me with a look of disdain
no cuddling, no sex, just nothing but pain
But all I could do was love her through
All I could do, all I could do
I loved this woman so hard and so madly
I completely withstood being treated so badly
I loved her so much it seeped through my pores
I wanted love back, to remove those sores
She sought a numb, which I of course provided
But our destiny was already decided
Not by her, and not by me
But by a man seeking power,unbridled control
When she was raped, I was raped too
for I completely lost the love that I kn
I Like PieI Like Pie.I Like Pie1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie
And panda bears.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie
And no one cares.
In MemoriamIn Memoriam4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black smoke spirals high into the sky,
Like demonic fingers reaching to grab the clouds.
Ash descends like fiery rain
Onto the sidewalks of New York City.
An explosion is heard,
And Tower number two is hit.
The planes had driven their wings into the Twin Towers,
And the terrorists drove their stakes into the hearts of Americans.
People stood and watched,
As their loved ones became trapped,
And it seemed like there was no hope
An earth-shattering noise,
And Tower Two collapsed.
Dust and debris swirled in a suffocating tornado;
Endangering those who were around.
People cried and ran,
For they knew people in the Tower.
Another horrifying noise,
And Tower One came down too.
Now there was nothing left but rubble,
And the time it took to clear it away.
Now I stand on the edge of Ground Zero
Just ten short years later.
The chilling ghosts of the bravest voices in history
Echo softly around the site.
The pain we've endured over the course of these years
Is permanently etched into
AspirationThe things we desireAspiration10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inspire us to be better
The ones we lost
Inspire us to keep going
The ones like us
Inspire us to reach out
The ones that reach out
Inspire us to help
The ones that help
Inspire us to love
The ones we love
Inspire us to create
The ones who create
Inspire us to be different
The ones who are different
Inspire us to be fearless
The ones that have no fear
Inspire us to do the impossible
The ones that do the impossible
Inspire us to dream
The ones that dream
Inspire us to have purpose
The ones that have purpose
Inspire us to search for our own
Inspiration comes in many ways
It is all around us every day
Everyone is an inspiration
Everyone has a purpose
Spies, Dammit."Blue doors. Disregard that statement, officer."Spies, Dammit.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"Im Corporal Gertrudes left-hand-side actually,
well, I say, yellow doors. And staircases."
"And evil little bug men
that dance around gun turrets
in flasks of apple juice....?
What the hell...."
And a watermelon flavoured bookcases
containing pottery in which to hide the spies."
"Those bastard spies.
They come from the land of cream covered cake,
where one can partake of the finest horseshit mead,
and sail the mighty rivers of lime-stained glass.
They carry no weapons,
but are generally invisible to all but the mightiest llama herders."
and they are the most mean-spirited of humour,
throwing parsnip bombs at the innocent citizens of Purple Globulac,
and giggling like choirgirls."
"But for what reason?
They hold no prejudice against anything that is holy.
They are content to live out their lives in hollowed-out cheesecakes,
but unfortunately are conscripted into the armed
Mystic TearsTime is abhorrent to realityMystic Tears5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mixed up in some chaotic fatality
Far to brazen to satisfy
Caught in thoughts they mystify
Loss of youth striken pages
Smote by twilight mages
Worldly bound in chains and ties
Hearing the small children's cries
Now hopeless they wander
Their lives left to the gods to ponder
Fate smiles in a twisted way
Long forgotten by this day
Not sureNot sure4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not sure what I feel
But I'm positive it's a big deal
Sometimes it's sad, sometimes lonely
Sometimes mad, but that's not the only
I know I am not alone
And I know you'll always be there
But my heart isn't made of stone
It's not like I don't care
Because I don't know what's happening
Can this ever be repaired?
The slightest relief could mean anything
I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through
But please don't come for my rescue
I believe I need to be on my own for this
Whatever situation this is.
I will be okay
In the future someday
Meanwhile, try to stay strong
Because I'm sure it won't take that long
TemptressBeauty, fair and pale.. Goddess of the nightTemptress5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With wings of charcoal and darkness and fright
Sweet lips of crimson, and eclipse soul
Bound in chains, empty and without whole
Wicked temptress, who battens upon chaste
Destruction is beheld, lain to you're waste
Lustrous tears, fallen from formless being
Abject of light and helpless of seeing
Distorted and twisted, folded soft petals
Allying to that of harsh stinging nettles
Poking and prodding, alluring in sight
Inviting, invoking, and all in delight
Sweet Goddess of my darkest delusion
Mirrored in time a flawless illusion
Growing deep and warm and never consoling
Rising the tide, and continually rolling
Craving and quivering at your very mention
The feeling in my chest, the rising of tension
Pierce now my heart, absolved of my torment
Free of your feel, and at last circumvent
Soul to the heavens and body in ground
Freed of your voice, of every perilless sound
FearFearFear9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
As tears start to form in a young girl's eyes, she prepares herself for the confrontation of the conflict present within herself. As she briefly reviews her recent lifestyle, fear and shame overwhelm her, invading her spirit, collapsing her inner self-security. With every tear that drops from her chin are fragments of her courage and particles of ambition.
By neglecting to handle her day-to-day situation with the "acquired from experience" debate and reasoning, she has made herself vulnerable to emotional (and possibly physical) decay. In result, such demolition has already begun. She's fortunate that no irreversible catastrophes have amounted. Although she's realized the detour her life has partaken, inintentional self-destruction has become near-habitual.
Realizing where all of her handicaps exist, rennovation is the obvious step to approach next. When her priorities were straight and morals were lived by, such deterioration was foreign; and if a breakdown threatened