MK Guest Fighter: Barnabas Collinsfrom Dark ShadowsMK Guest Fighter: Barnabas Collins4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Costume 1: His cinematic reboot appearance (the Johnny Depp version)
Costume 2: His original televised appearance (the Jonathan Frid version)
Originally a human being from the late 18th century, Barnabas was an heir to the Collins family. He has had two lovers from different periods of his life. One of them was was his original love, Angelique Bouchard, a sorceress an maid who murdered his parents for not approving of their marriage. She became jealous when she saw that Barnabas Collins was falling for Josette du Pres to the point of forcing her to commit suicide and turning Barnabas into a vampiric monster so that he may be buried for years. Years have past and Barnabas Collins was free from his imprisonment. While he helped revive the family business, however, he still had conflict with Angelique, who admitted to putting curse on the Collins family. After he and his remaining family members killed Angelique, Barnabas resurrected
If I Could One More TimeIf I Could One More Time4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I miss that exotic feeling that I felt before
When the gentle desert breeze passed by me and sang their song
I could hear the Indian songs singing in the wind
The land was truly enchanted and truly unforgettable
I miss walking through that white sand
It felt like I was walking through the desert's snow
People made sand angels and slid down the triumphant dunes
Others just gazed off into the wonderous land of exotic beauty
I miss this exotic desert wonderland
Wishing that I would go back to it and dance with the Indian spirits
Dances with the wolves and the cayotes of a desert wonderland
This asylum was casted with a spell of enchantment
I miss seeing the artistic sky when the sun sets and rises
Heaven was casted upon this enchanted wonderland day and night
The stars at night would be the angel's orchestra with the Indian songs
This was my Heaven for me
In the desert wonderland I had a beautiful lover
Beauty and enchanment was in her
She reminded me so much of the desert wonderland
Dark Shadows - FallacyFallacyDark Shadows - Fallacy4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She realizes, as witchcraft brings her toward Widow's Peak, that all of her life she has been being guided here. To Collinsport and to Collinwood, to Barnabas and to this cliff.
He wants to save her, but she does not want to be saved. She cannot be saved, because there is nothing in her worth saving. She has never been comfortable in her own skin, and now she understands that is because her skin has always been meant for someone else. This is why Josette has brought her here, like a lamb to the slaughter but she cannot bring herself to feel wronged or used. Because for the first time in her life, someone she has loved has loved her back, even if it had only been briefly and perhaps a little misguided.
"There is only one way," she tells him, and she falls without regret against the frigid wind and toward the angry sea. He leaps after her, catches and holds her, sinks his teeth in and then there is nothing. No Victoria Winters and no Maggie Evans.
He is pleading, ca
...Nothing......is what this is....Nothing...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not about the injustices of war,
Or about the iniquites of humans.
It's not about the insanity of life,
Or about being in love with the past.
This is quite inconsequential.
This is in fact...
Read Me a Story .:A short Dark Shadows fan fic:. "Barnabas," said Victoria Winters as she picked up her purse. "It was very kind of you to let me stay here."Read Me a Story .:A short Dark Shadows fan fic:.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well, I thank you for coming, Miss Winters," said Barnabas Collins. "Would you like me to show you to your chambers?
"Most certainly. I would really like that." Barnabas lightly touched her shoulder and led her to the front door of the Old House. As he did, Vicky thought, "Oh my gosh, he's touching me! Stay calm, Vicky. Stay calm!"
"Well, this is your room. I really hope it is to your liking."
Barnabas was about to leave when Victoria walked up to him and hollered, "Wait!"
"What is it, Miss Winters?"
"I have just one request."
"Alright. What is it?"
"Um... Will you... Wi
Crystalline Paint :: PoetryCrystalline Paint :: Poetry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a white room, white walls, white halls
White doors, white floors, a war begins, sans sins
In the midst of chaos and monochrome
Monotone: the tune of his voice; one note
D flat until he screamed himself a sore throat
Monotone: the beat of his heart; one note
Sanity barely keeping him afloat
White waters welcoming
Loving him grew addicting
White words white gestures
In a white room, white walls, white halls
A heart falls and stalls
And it bleeds
Dyes the universe green.
Of Clouds and Kisses-Chap. 3Chapter ThreeOf Clouds and Kisses-Chap. 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Temari slowly made her way through the various racks of the clothing store she had decided to look at. Kankuro was at the Gym which probably meant he was cruising for girls, and Shikamaru was who knew where, nor did she particularly care.
A few racks over, Temari heard a conversation going on between to girls, probably just a few years younger then herself. She didnt pay it any mind until she heard a name mentioned that she recognized.
Im telling you Ino, I think you and Shikamaru you should hook up! Temari glanced over to see the speaker, a brunette with all of her hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. Then the other one must be Ino. she turned her gaze to the other girl, who also had her hair in a ponytail, although this one was much neater than her companions, and blonde instead of brunette.
Temari picked up a shirt from a pile marked 20% off and pretended t
Afraid of Intelligence- Chapter 2Afraid of Intelligence- Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John walked up Baker Street after a short trip to the shops. Sherlock had asked him to pick up a few things for an experiment. He placed the bags on the ground and patted his coat pockets to find the one that housed his keys.
"Left pants pocket." John jumped at the voice, not knowing where it came from. He glanced around, only to find a young teen sitting on an old suitcase just before his stoop.
"What?" He asked her, assuming she was the one who spoke. She wasn't looking at him, rather, at the ground as if the pebbles that were scattered there held blueprints to her future.
"Your keys are in your left pants pocket. The back one," she said again, but this time she looked up at him. He was a bit startled by her eyes. They shone an intense green with flecks of brown and highlights of gold.
John let out a coherent, "Uh..." and moved his hand to the instructed pocket. Sure enough, his keys were there.
"How did you..." he trailed off, giving her a questioning look.
"You live here?" She aske
Deaths Diary (Entry 7)Deaths Diary (Entry 7)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I write this 7th entry, I am reminded of periods in history that shaped human reception and opinion of me. I am writing these entries so that you might learn more about who I really am and how I see things so it is only reasonable that I present to you a few of the ways in which you humans have imagined and envisioned me
There are plenty of years and dates in history that leave a bitter taste in my mouth and a massive headache to deal with. God, just thinking about some of those days drives me mad. One that I remember extremely well is 1346 That had to be one of the worst years I've ever had the displeasure of working in, not only because it was a horrible year of history, but because it started a trend and stereotypical image of me that I can't stand. It was the year that Europe experienced the worst of the Black Plague and it was also the year that humans decided that I would look good in all black and with a scythe.
I've said before that I am not a fan
:: hospice ::I don't know why I continued to do this to myself. It was beginning to get much too painful to bear anymore. I suppose I was just a glutton for this sort of thing.:: hospice ::4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I got a nod from the nurse to enter his room, her face attempting to mask worry. I knew better to fall for it. I frowned slightly at her fake smile, looking down to the worn tiles on the floor, then to the door. My breath hung painfully in my chest, stomach swirling.
I shouldn't be here.
He doesn't want me here.
Swallowing thickly, I pushed the door open, it taking all the courage I could muster to do so. Well, here's to progress.
He remained still, not even bothering to look my way. I studied his face, hands balling up awkwardly in a bit of a nervous fit.
I should leave.
I padded towards him, eyes moving from him to the jungle of tubes that kept him conscious. A chill slithered through my blood, trying to look away from them. It was was nearly impossible to pull my stare from the machines and such, feeling sic
Behind the black screenThis black screen... didn't you ever wonder what was happening behind it?...Behind the black screen6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was so weird he felt like like
Please!! Please wake up!"
Zelda's voice Princess Zelda was calling for him ?
"Please open your eyes!"
But he felt so tired he just wanted to sleep Sleep and
-She was sobbing
"Please open them at least like this "
What did she mean by that?...
Link slowly rose his arm. And he heard her voice squeak in relieve:
Yet it only sounded like restricted relieve.
Zelda what was wrong? What was this desperate tone in her voice?
He could not sleep now And he knew that. He had something to do. A mission.
That's right. He promised her that's they'd put her back to normal! Exactly! And they had to hurry! So why was he lying here and doing nothing?!... How did he get on the floor in first p
I'll Follow You Into The Dark - Sherlock fanficJohn gazed around the restaurant, noting its busy hum of voices and how they'd mute to a dull background noise whenever he looked at Sherlock.I'll Follow You Into The Dark - Sherlock fanfic4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock, on the other hand, seemed utterly impervious to his surroundings, focused instead on stabbing his salmon with his usual ferocity when it came to food, and stared avidly through the window to catch a glimpse of the suspect.
'Oww!' suddenly John uttered, as Sherlock's foot collided sharply with his shin under the table, and made him wince in pain. 'Now, what did you do that for?' rubbing the throbbing spot he inquired grumpily.
'You're not paying attention, John.' Sherlock complained peevishly. 'We're here to try solve a case, not stare moonstruck at happy couples eating their dinner. If I'd known you'd behave like this, I'd have left you at home.'
Exasperated and irritated with Sherlock, John withdrew in a dignified huff and sullenly jabbed at his plate, his previously voracious appetite gone completely.
An hour passed, and their food h
Deaths Diary (Entry 3)Deaths Diary (Entry 3)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, now that you know about more about me, maybe you should know a bit more about my work and how it goes. It all works something like this:
As I explained before: There is no scythe and cutting out your soul however, I'll admit, that it's not completely false. I have a schedule, you see. When someone's time comes, I am nearby. I don't choose their time the Big Man does. I'm just his errand boy. Once it's time is up, I know. I will kneel or sit next to your body (I rarely find a body standing up), and I reach into your body, and pull out your soul. I then wrap the soul in my arms and I carry it off to Heaven unless of course there are more to pick up in that time zone and area. In which case, I often get my arms full. What happens after that? Not my department not my problem. I have enough on my plate, thank you very much.
I do feel you know. I have that cap
Mirror, mirrorMirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Who's the worst amongst us all?
Souls are dying every day
And their pain won't go away.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's most wretched of us all?
This ugly world build by our hands
Destroying countless innocents.
We all point fingers, blame and judge
When, in fact, so close to touch
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Blame yourself before all.
Angels" Angels don't exist. "Angels4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once said
Lost dreams, failed life
Lead me to desperation
All could see my grief
As the broken heart was dying
In this soul so dark
" I feel warm embracing touch. "
You were always with me
My eyes so blind, I couldn't see
My head full of voices, I couldn't hear
Constantly you offered help
Never let me alone, never forgotten
Your eyes saw my pain
" Look at me, Fallen Angel. "
I could finally feel your love
Reached towards your hand
So you could fly away with me
Two angels with lost souls
Let my dark, broken wings protect you
Your white, pure ones will never wither away
" Death Angel was with his Shattered Angel once again. "
ShakespeareStuck - Dirk/JakeApproaching the ruins of once-fair castle, JAKE ENGLISH, Page of Hope, strides on light feet. The stony walls echo his every move, letting all near and vigilant enough to give ear knowledge of his presence. Sun-bleached rock crumbles as miniscule pebbles falling from a high pillar, scattering the ground before his feet and causing JAKE ENGLISH to stop mid-step. Glancing about the hollow bones of the structure, JAKE ENGLISH looks unto the dilapidated staircases, long since rail-less, and observes the colorlessness of the stone floors on which he stands, now pockmarked by ages of rain and frost. Not a bird chirrups, no sound but the reverberation of his own breath both in his lungs and off the ruin's dead air.ShakespeareStuck - Dirk/Jake4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
JAKE: What here but rubble, void of life and pleasures it once held. I imagine it so, how they danced with the grace fit for kings. But kings not await me here, not kings but a Prince.
He turns sharply about, taking in the sight of the levels h
Five Times Sherlock Solved the Case......and the one time John beat him to it.Five Times Sherlock Solved the Case...4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Case file. From Lestrade, he wanted me to give it to you.”
“Why? It says already solved. Unless he thinks there’s something wrong, which there probably is, knowing Scotland Yard.”
“I think it’s his way of gloating, Sherlock. You’ve solved the past five cases he’s got before he’s even got samples back from forensics. He wants to prove he can solve something on his own.”
“Well, he’s wrong.”
“Oh, for god’s sake, Sherlock, can’t you just-”
“No, he’s actually wrong. They’ve got it down as suicide, and it wasn’t. It was murder.”
“Really? Or is this just you sulking because the police managed to do something right for a change?”
“Really. The man had no history of mental instability or depression, no visits to
Deaths Diary (Entry 4)Deaths Diary (Entry 4)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You never forget do you?
You never ever forget the first time you do something. The first time you get married. The first time you go to school. The first time you ride a bike. God, I wish that I could think back on such pleasant memories but no. No, I can never forget the first time I removed a soul. I will never forget my first day on the job. It all started with Abel
Do you want to know what I find most disturbing about my first day on the job? The most disturbing thing is that this first one wasn't a natural one. Abel didn't meet me through old age or sickness no Abel met me because of homicide. How twistedly and disgustingly ironic that my first would also be my first homicide. I remember it I remember it so well. It's as if I were still standing in that field now.
It was cloudy that day, it could have rained. In fact, I have a feeling that the weather itself knew what was about to happen and it was ready to mourn. Why not? My work brings pain. I was
Between the Lines, Prologue: John Watson"Goodbye, John."Between the Lines, Prologue: John Watson4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I awoke with a start, my palms sweaty and the covers damp. Dammit. I could hear the commotion in the next room over, likely Harry. I must have been screaming again. With a sigh, I sat up in my bed and looked around the sparse room. This was temporary- living in my sisters flat just felt strange and unnatural. She wasn't a bad flatmate, but we still weren't on the best terms and despite how hard she tried, she wasn't
I shook my head to clear it. Thinking those thoughts, it was self-destructive. Sherlock Holmes was dead. Moriarty was an actor. It was all fake, a scheme, a game for a bored child in the body of a man.
That's what everyone said.
That's what Sherlock had said.
There were footsteps on the floorboards out in the hall, and a moment later the door creaked slowly open. "John?" came Harry's soft voice, "Are you okay?"
A forced smile on my face, I looked up at her. "Yeah," I said, "I fine. Just had a bad dream, that's all."
"John " I could
All Of Us In HereWe're all mad in here.All Of Us In Here4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all hear voices in our heads.
We're all haunted by dead people.
We're all mad.
We all feel oppressed.
We all feel lost and desperate.
We all feel like we're drowning.
Drowning, drowning, drowning.
Losing control and going under.
It's a cancer that spreads
to the deepest part of our souls.
Affecting our sanity,
stealing it away like a thief in the night.
No matter what we say,
No matter what smiles we put on.
No matter what laughs we laugh.
We're all mad in here.
We're all paranoid and anxious.
We're all lonely in here.
Revelations of a Dead ManIt's time, John.Revelations of a Dead Man4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Three years. Three years of my absence from your life. Three years of you, going about your day like you have a purpose, like your life is just where it has always been. Three years of watching you, John...watching you get on with your life without me.
I am greedy.
I am selfish.
I don't want you to have to go on without me.
Or maybe...maybe it's the other way around?
Regardless, I know now that it is time. I stand in the shade of an obliging elm tree, at the perfect observation spot. I wait for you to come home from work. Then, it will be time. Time for me to drop back into your sad, monotonous little slice of peace called life, take you by the hand and drag you back into the battle zone. After all, it's what you crave, isn't it? The war? The ceaseless fight, the endless conflict, the never-ending brawl of an invisible fray on the streets of London, the struggle that only I could ever show you.
Of course you miss it.
I can this tell just by watching you, as I have for
Building a DreamWe watched as the towering city around us started to disappear, slowly drifting away into the distance, as if where we stood was the very center of the void that was forming at our feet. The sky was growing darker. Each new light in the distance was streaking past us, skimming along the darkening background, each one seeming to fly by my head by only inches. I was standing on the ground before, but now all that lay beneath me was the endless nothingness.Building a Dream4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do we always have to erase it all?" I asked.
"There's no reason not to. Why use something we already know about? It's always more exciting to make new things. What shall we make tonight?" I responded.
I sat on the nothingness, my chin in my hand as I leaned down on my knee. "What did we do last time?"
I looked up wondering, curious, trying my best to remember what it was exactly that we had done. "If I remember right, ther
Deaths Diary (Entry 5)Deaths Diary (Entry 5)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One group of people that I have had many memories of is the Jews. I must say that I've seen those people quite frequently in the time that I have been at this job. Lord knows that I could tell you so many stories about my relationship with the Jewish people, but if you want to know about those, you don't have to come to me. All of those stories are already written down in the Bible. I've read the Bible many times (especially the ones written in the Gideon Version, which I find quite often in hospital rooms) and I will tell you with absolute honesty that I have never read a more spiritually and historically correct book. I know this, because I've been involved in most of those stories.
With that said, there are some details that I would like to add that maybe you didn't know about one specifically. Recently, I've been to Egypt quite a lot because of violent riots, and while there, I can't help but to recall the days in which God went to war with the Egyptian gods in his