Those Creepers...A new alien race. From where? Who knows. It started off as a weird infection. One individual had gotten it randomly one day after exploring the wide-spread land on the world. No one knew what had happened, for his mouth had frozen into a gaping everlasting scream of pain with no sound. Eventually over time his arms had mutated, moving down to the lower part of the body, making four legs. He had started to change color to green, and his eyes had sunken far back into his skull. This mutation, what ever it was, was not of this Earth.Those Creepers...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had watched the boy the day he became sick. He was getting worse. He could not talk, and his eyes were no longer. The only thing left of his face was gaping holes of blackness, and a neverending terror struck on his face since that day. His legs had become equal size, and his toes and fingers had formed into giant claws. The legs had seperated slightly. Two at the back, and two at the front. He was now a forest green color with random shades of black. My wo
The Contortionist TeacherContortion has developed through many milestones in recent years the once circus-focused physical art has grown into a more widespread art platform, appearing in more popular venues such as the theatre and television, with the select few even going so far as to entertain some peoples' sexual fantasies with fetish photography.The Contortionist Teacher4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, contortion is more than just art to those involved it is a way of life. It spices up everyday life, from watching television while in the splits to sleeping with one's own legs wrapped around their head, and also helps with general health in wellbeing. With contortion bringing in money as well, it can be one of surprisingly few ways to have a sustainable life from something one just does all day.
Yet while contortion is so beneficial if one just maintains their flexibility and their lifestyle, there are some contortionists that want to achieve more. They train everyday to increase their flexibility above and beyond what was imaginable, and e
Last Man StandingI, have lostLast Man Standing1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've felt the strain
I, have wept,
I have felt the pain
Nights, so long,
And so strange
Life, felt like
Living in a cage!
So empty inside!
Fire, burned out!
Even the embers had died...!
At least, according to the voices in my head
But, you see...it's me that's not dead
In spite of all that they were planning,
It's the end...and I...
Am the last man standing
I am the last one!
Scorched on my skin and torched to my core!
Suffering for a lifetime!
Until I decided not to take it anymore!
Illuminated! By the fire that burns within...!
Forged and tempered...
Born to win
(I am the last one, I am...the last one)
(I am the last one, the last, last one)
The last man standing...
I, have hurt,
The ones who've hurt me
I, have screamed,
Until the words were deserting
Days, so long,
While I acted so brave
To! My life!
I was a slave...!
So empty inside!
Fire, burned out!
Even the embers had died...!
At least, according to the voices in my head
But, you see...it's me
the dreamer type can only speak in smoke-spiralshe's got wasteland words drippingthe dreamer type can only speak in smoke-spirals1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the migraine-swell of his skull &
down through the splinters of his spine.
the kid's a connoisseur, but only of
dead hands & phantom depressions;
he's more of a dilettante for
the spectacle called being.
My Brother, the Good Man Snow falls from the black sky, dancing in the moonlight. The soft crystals caress the girls porcelain skin, delicately balanced on the lashes that cover her frosty blue eyes. It is here that she sleeps, sleeping for the rest of eternity, never to wake again.My Brother, the Good Man4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That girl with the porcelain skin and the auburn hair had never been a normal child. She had no parents to belong to, and no true home. All she had was a man she called Brother. Now, there she lies, her body cold, her heart never to beat again.
How do I know all of this?
Once upon a time, I was that girl.
My life, when I had one, was not the happiest life you could have lead. I traveled, alone and lost, seen but not found. I left my home at five years of age, being unable to handle it anymore. I stole for food, I scavenged for water. Never could I stay in one place. It was too risky. By the time I was eight, I had
PomegranateI know you eat the seedsPomegranate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just once in a while,
feel their texture on your tongue.
You never graze the flesh
with your teeth,
not a bite,
you never feel the juice
spilling down your chin
like the water of life,
just a seed, furtively,
now and then
when you think no one is looking.
Black Moon Rising - Ch. One "Are you still looking for a place to live?"Black Moon Rising - Ch. One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I glanced at my tall friend before placing my flowers on the grave. "You know perfectly well that I am, Leo."
"Well, I got into contact with an old army bud, and he said he'd be willing to meet you."
"Really? Now who's stupid enough to want to bunk with me, Annie Marshall?"
"So what is it you do again, Annie?"
I walked into the room Jerome was in, setting down my little box of personal possessions. "Well... I do an assortment of things, really... So, what about you? Do anything fancy or exciting? An airplane pilot, maybe? No. I see you as an artist."
A baritone chuckle emerged from the tall man. "You're partially right, you know. I paint, and I do a bit of sculpting. But those are only hobbies. I used to be a lawyer, but I felt too claustrophobic in the office setting. I'm hoping to get out more and
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsWe Only Live To Die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
Casual Encounters -CHAP.7-DRRRCasual Encounters -CHAP.7-DRRR4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ritchie woke up the following morning with a migraine already setting in. Groaning in pain, she turned restlessly in her bed. It didn't take her long to realise that she wasn't alone. Oh yeah, it was one of those mornings again Maybe she was a slut after all.
She reluctantly opened her eyes. Izaya was sound asleep next to her, breathing heavily, a slight frown creasing his forehead. Ritchie would have been interested to see the information broker at his most vulnerable stage if she hadn't felt like she was nursing the hangover from hell.
Sighing, she rolled over onto her front and buried her painful head in the pillow. Hangovers she could deal with. Hangovers she tended to deserve. Migraines just weren't at all fair. If only she could just get back to sleep
"I'd watch you don't suffocate yourself if I were you, Ritchie-chan. That would be a real shame."
Oh great, Izaya was awake
The Fight to LiveF-Shep/LiaraThe Fight to Live3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her final defiant shout was lost as her world blossomed in beautiful, terrifying, all-consuming light and heat. She heard her flesh sizzling and searing and smelled the acrid stench of it even as she inhaled those hungry flames and felt the terrible intensity of the living fire within her breast. The agony crushed her physically and lit every nerve in hyper-sensitive torment as she felt herself picked up and thrown like so much trash across an endless expanse of forever.
It was her end. Again. Her last moments. Again.
A part of her absently recalled those thoughts of despair from before. Since her resurrection, she spent hours each day living in that memory of the woman who should be dead. They haunted her soul shadowing every act in her life with a reminder of impermanence, wrongness, time stolen and the cold touch of death on her heart.
The certainty of death while she dr
Who are you?Who are you?Who are you?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Friend or foe?
Lover or destiny?
Who are you and what are you here for?
Happiness or misery?
Tears or joy?
Who are you?
Have we met before?
Who are you?
Just one of million labels?
Or do you still have your heart
Do you prefer to be nameless?
Or do you still have your name intact
Are you still real?
Can you still feel?
Does your heart beat?
Does your soul believe?
Who are you ?
What are you doing here?
Looking up from your knees
That's what we all need
A little love and belief
Who are you?
What have you done to me?
Why opening my eyes to the things I cannot see?
Why torturing me?
Punishing me for the crimes I have yet to commit
Who are you and why are you making me feel?
I never wanted this
Never wanted you
Never wanted this truth
I prefer you nameless
I prefer you without labels
I prefer you dead
I wish we never met
I prefer to never know the truth
So I would never have to ask who the hell are you.....
Not alone anymoreHe was surrounded by white. White, as far as the eye could seeNot alone anymore4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He didn't know how long he had been here, suspended here. Not knowing where he was, or how he- no, that's not right. He remembered how he got here
He could see him, the one of whom he was only a Replica for, standing above his dissipating body. Trying to hide the pain he was experiencing, he wondered aloud, "What happens when a fake dies? One like me where will my heart go? Does it disappear?"
"It'll go somewhere," the real version of himself answered, obviously trying to comfort him. "Maybe to the same place as mine."
"Tch," he replied. "A faithful Replica until the very end." Reflecting on it as his vision started to go dark, he realized aloud, "That's okay "
When he next opened his eyes, he found himself floating in his current location. For a little bi
How does it feelHow does it feelHow does it feel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(who knows who these days)
Head on Your body
How does it feel
(if only they knew)
Makes Your skin
nasty- lifeless- diseased
covered in worms?
Digs You up out of the grave
NoahContrive Salvation, says the LordNoah3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And rescue all My house aboard
Until I my objective meet-
Contrive Salvation, if you please
And render to the mouse his cheese
And to the Tanniyn, veggie meats;
For now, like ox and calf he eats.
Contrive Salvation, noble charge
And you shall yet complete this barge;
One hundred years and more to go-
Yet I'll be with you, even so.
His Voice has not brightened my ears
I am not misguided;
I am weary.
I go on.
Her voice wraps 'round my head:
Nothing shall detain.
This holy work
is something I
Sleep can slumber in solitude.
I am weary, weary.
I go on.
Until I can go no further;
I stop, murmur
Lord why me
why this why now why why
Where shall they
How shall they
How shall I
A hand on my shoulder;
I stop, wonder
Who am IWho am I4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who am I?
Why do you constantly taunt me?
What do you want from me?
Does it make you happy to see me suffer?
What am I?
A kind soul.
A deranged spirit.
A confused person.
Ever since that day...
I do not know who I am.
I feel like the scum of the Earth.
I feel like I deserve nothing.
I feel like I am nothing.
Why do I deserve to be happy?
He was not happy...
He was not the same when he died...
Why did he have to die such a miserable death...
And I have to keep on living with this fake happiness?
Who am I?
Why do you like confusing me?
Am I good?
Please make up your mind...
I cannot take much more of this...
The worst part of this is,
I am the one doing this to myself.
I am the one torturing myself.
I am the one who does not know who I am.
Rainy day.. (NaruHina)Konoha, on a cloudy and rainy day, Hinata is walking through the streets of Konoha while the drops of rain land on her long dark blue hair. Looking down at the ground, she walks without looking ahead, when she bumps into someone. She swiftly looks up and bows deep, "I'm.. sorry!". A man looks down at her, "Be more careful next time!", before walking on as he was. Averting her eyes again, she starts wondering through the street again, when she walks passed Naruto's house. She looks up at his house, so the rain drops into her face and glides down over her fair skin, making it seem like tears are rolling down her cheeks. She looks around, but the streets are empty. "Everyone must be inside hiding from the rain ", resounds through her head when she notices there is no one in sight. Sounds of footsteps walking through shallow puddles of water start resounding through the street, before Hinata looks around with her beautiful white eyes, trying to spot the source of the sound. "ByaRainy day.. (NaruHina)4 years ago in Settings More Like This
A Visit To RikuA Visit To Riku5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Visit To Riku
Sora headed to the cemetery late that night. After the wedding, Sora and Kairi decided to go on a honeymoon in the morning so they went home and slept. When he knew Kairi was asleep, he crept out of bed, grabbed a jacket and set off to the graveyard. He used a flashlight to see past the darkness of the night and the light fog. Once he reached the gates, he pushed them open gently, only hearing the loud creek that came with it. Sora walked inside quietly and began to search for where he remembered Riku was buried.
He tripped over a couple of stumps, but eventually he reached Rikus' grave. He stood there, in silence, staring down at the tombstone with watery eyes. He read silently what the stone said:
Here Lies Beloved Friend and Son
Born and Died:
March 6, 1993 - August 19, 2010.
Always Within Our Hearts
"Hey, buddy." Sora began, his voi
Kairi and Sora Have...Kairi and Sora Have...5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kairi still lay asleep the next morning when Sora awoke around seven. He sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes using the heel of his palms and stretched out his arms. He looked over to Kairi, who was lying on her side, sleeping soundly. Her face looked completely flawless and ever so shiny the way the half up sun glazed over her through the window. Sora reached over with his hand and brushed some of her hair over her ear. He got out of bed and took a quick shower, threw on the clothes from last night, and headed out of the room, down the stairs and to the living room, and sat down on the couch as if waiting for something, or someone.
Five minutes later, Soras' cell phone vibrated in his pocket. It was text message from Roxas.
I'm here. Dogs' r in the back. And w/ house stuff.
Sora gets up and leaves the house quietly so to not wake Kairi. He sees Roxas in a big black 2011 Sierra 3500HD. Soras' mouth dropped half way as he stared in astonishment. DarkWind and Midnight jumped down from
Riku's FallRiku's Fall6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zexion had Kairi wrapped in his arms and were laying in the sand. They both stood back up and Sora knew that she was okay. He then quickly turned his attention to the hole in his roof where Riku had fallen. Sora saw as he looked through the hole that Riku had crashed onto a table and also noticed that a slant of wood no bigger that two pencils long was jammed into his leg. Blood was flowing out of the open wound like a river. Sora climbed down from the roof and into the house. Riku was sitting up, holding his leg and moaning painfully.
"Riku!" Sora exclaimed. He scurred to his friend's leg.
"Don't...aahh...worry.." Riku said slowly with pain. Soon, the ambulence and fire truck both arrived. That was when Zexion and Kairi ran inside.
"No, you need to see a doctor, immedietlly." Zexion demanded.
"I'll be...gha...fine...oww!" Moments later a couple of men from the ambulence came in with a gurni to take him to the hospital. They gently set him on the gurni and took him away. Minutes after
UMVC3: Spider-Woman QuotesUMVC3: Spider-Woman Quotes3 years ago in Settings More Like This
UMVC3: Spider-Woman Quotes
Real Name: Jessica Drew
First Appearance: Marvel Spotlight #32 (February, 1977)
Voiced By: Elizabeth Daily
Theme Song: End Of Days by Rev Theory
DLC Costume: Noir
"I've had more combat training that you'd ever had in your life." entrance quote #1
"I'm gonna beat you down!" entrance quote #2
"Oh dear. What happened to your hand?" entrance quote (VS. Nero)
"I have to fight a PRINCE?! Sheesh!" entrance quote (VS. Vergil)
"You call yourself a god? You surely don't look the type. entrance quote (VS. Albert Wesker)
"You wanna eat me for lunch? Hahaha, sorry but I taste horrible " entrance quote (VS. Venom)
"I never thought it would come to this, Peter " entrance quote (VS. Spider-Man)
"I never thought you'd ever want to screw around with me, Snowman." entrance quote (VS. Snowman)
"Why is Richards so obsessed with creating clones of us?" entrance quote (VS. Herself)
"I am NOT a Spider-Man cast o
4.27: SophiaWhy is it all my weary days are spent4.27: Sophia3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In turning cowslips into rays of sun
And floating over blades of grass, unbent
And drawing four conclusions out of one?
No mercy hath the stone and wooden fence
All rimmed with perfect glass which holds the sound
Of freedom outside. Dominating sense
Will pin imagination to the ground.
Forbear. The time will come when wind and rain
Will wash away the mud and dust of youth.
To cling to hope which calls aloud again
Is to rely on dust to hasten truth.
I turn my days of sunlight scattered over
And know the truth comes soon to wisdom's lover.
Jadis (excerpt)Excerpted from my book Her Unwelcome Inheritance, a story about Faerie, going off to school, family tensions, and what to do when people you respect reveal that they believe in something absurd and impossible.Jadis (excerpt)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was burning
Burning behind walls of ice
Grey was on her lips, on her bare throat, on her exposed arms. Her eyes were glassy, the pupils fallen as if grown weary of staring straight ahead, and had, as the centuries passed, slid imperceptibly downward.
Her hands rested in her lap, grey with grey nails. Nothing set her apart from the hundreds on hundreds of other figures sitting in that crowded room, grey and still, clad in clothes deteriorated to hints of ancient splendor in all that room only the gold shone unmuted beneath a fine breading of dust. They sat, row upon row, rank succeeding rank, gazing into the dark recession of the vast unlit room before t
APH: The Art of LosingThe first time England had to leave America was a disaster of apocalyptic proportions. The entire week prior to his departure had been filled with hysterics and tantrums, the likes of which England was simply incapable of coping with. America was normally such a cheerful child, but for that week he was inconsolably miserable.APH: The Art of Losing5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
America threw fits. He begged England not to leave. Once he barricaded himself in England's bedroom, apparently under the impression that England couldn't go away if America held his belongings hostage (and considering that he was perfectly capable of lifting every piece of furniture in the room and shoving it up against the door, that barricade was nothing to sneeze at.) Bed wetting had never been an issue before, but America woke up soaked almost every night that week (which was even more troublesome on the nights he crawled into England's bed first.) More concerning than that was his loss of appetite. England had only seen America turn away a meal when he was d