Chapter 1, The Song of the Summer King
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The Red King
Fresh morning air lifted clouds and gulls above the glimmering sea, and drew one young gryfon early from his den. Too early, just before sunrise when forbidden darkness still blanketed the islands.
The sun rose unhurriedly from the sea, and Shard strained against the steep sky, breathing deep, challenging himself to the highest possible dive. The sea spun below him. His mind flickered lightly in the thin air and he shoved down panic. Some would call it too high.
His wings drew in and flapped out sluggishly, feeling separate from his body. He had to bank, to get lower, breathe the deeper air.
Night sparked at the edge of his mind. His dreams flocked up from the night before. Nightmares of the impending initiation hunt.
The hunt! Shard thought wildly. What's the sunmark?
Dreams scattered like crows from Shard's mind.
Life's NatureRunning water,Life's Nature7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And salty seas,
What it is,
That keeps me going.
Its what I sow.
New in turn,
It starts to burn.
Trees on fire,
Ill never know,
Where I am,
Where Ill go.
A scary thing,
And Birds sing.
And salty seas,
The scene in life I wish to find,
Hoping it wont take much time.
October 18, 2008
The Myth of the MoonOnce upon a time, there was a girl. This girl was not ordinary; she was the key to the future. Her people knew that she would be the key ever since she was born. She was always meant to be sacrificed to the sun God, Helios. Without a sacrifice, Helios would take the sun away from the people to make them suffer in darkness for the rest of eternity. Her people knew not what life was like without the sun, or without light. There was nothing other than the sun. The sun was all that her people had for all of the centuries since it was created.The Myth of the Moon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The people of Solaria were generous people. The girl, Selene, was cherished like a queen to make up for the sacrifice. Anything that little Selene wanted, she would get, and at no cost or restraint. But this caused Selene to become a selfish child. Her demands left the rest of her people in poverty. The young, selfish girl threatened her people. Selene was blessed with the beauty of a queen, or even a goddess. From birth, she had colorless hair that l
SH - Breaking Your HeartThe Science of a Sociopath's Heartbreak.SH - Breaking Your Heart5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sherlock walked down one of the many streets of London, he had told John that he'd be home late. He asked him to follow him but John said he had other plans for this afternoon. Sherlock had asked him what could be of greater importance than catching criminals and he could see how the doctor had tried to wriggle himself out of the question by mumbling something about 'work' and 'important'. Sherlock hardly trusted people and he had always been on his guard towards them, even though no one would probably be able to 'outsmart' him or anything like that but you never know do you? Anyway, there was something strange about John that day he figured.
Sherlock walked past a couple of stores but chasing criminals just didn't seem as fun without John, he decided to text him. No answer. He texted again and even let the word 'dangerous' slip into it. No answer. He got a bit restless and after no response after the fifth or even the ninth text he tried to cal
OH MY GOD... NinjaKato account was hacked!!! :CMy NinjaKato account was hacked... and some fucker deactivated it!OH MY GOD... NinjaKato account was hacked!!! :C3 years ago in Personal More Like This
It was NOT ME.
Guys... I don't know what the hell happened.
Oh wait... yes I do.
Someone posted a "This was stolen from [link]" on my latest image -- http://ninjakato.deviantart.com/art/Some-days-you-just-don-t-want-to-wake-up-339562224 (the image has been stored but the link should suffice) and I clicked the link because it was a link to a DeviantART page... it sent me to the log in page... next thing I know... my account is deactivated... and it's saying I have the verify my email address as firstname.lastname@example.org (I don't remember the email address exactly).
It seriously happened so fast there was no time to investigate further...
The first account was a bait account (sending out the message of accusatory theft to get the person's attention) then the second [link] account is the actual phishing account.
It pulls some switch-er-oo and next thing you know your account is deactivated and you're left having t
My Life is HetaliaToday, I ate a hamburger. And then, I saved the world. MLIA.My Life is Hetalia6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today, I like, totally wore my FAVOURITE pink mini-skirt (and nothing else), and then I like, took provocative pictures and sent them to my best friend/boyfriend. MLILTP~ <333
Today, I got pictures from my boyfriend/best friend of him in only a pink miniskirt. If he was attempting to arouse me, it worked. MLIL.
Today, I became one with my love, and my sister wasn't there (for once). MLIKOLKOLKOL.
Today, I walked in on my f***ing froggy lover making out with our son who was bloody NAKED for Busby's sake. Bloody hell?! I need some tea. MLIE
T-today, I drank a lot of maple syrup, a-and then I got naked and ran around. No one noticed... I then made out with my father. Weird, eh? Not really, because MLIC.
Today I taught my son how to French kiss. By showing him. MVELF.
Today, I... ...Zzzzzz.... Meow...... ...ML...I........G.... Zzz...
Today I ran around pantless on random lawns and almost got shot... Veh, it was scary~ But it w
I can't help but think...'Why am I shaking?'I can't help but think...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tell me. Why are you shaking?
Do you know why you're here?
'Well... It's because I have to, isn't it?'
You have to. Why?
'They're making me come?'
You don't sound convinced.
Do you want me to help you?
With anything, I suppose.
'I don't need help.'
Then why are you shaking?
'I never said that.'
But you were going to.
Are you shaking?
'I suppose... I suppose it's because I can't stop.'
Seth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On Tour3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I met you in the suicide ward.
In a group therapy session they claimed would make us feel less alone, you sat across from me with your dark tussled hair and sunken eyes. You were wearing a stained denim jacket with patched elbows and torn sleeves. The group leader told each of us to go in a circle and exchange compliments with someone else to get the ball rolling. When the circle got to me, I told you your jacket made you look homeless and you told me my haircut made me look like an ugly dyke. We were both asked to leave. When we parted at the door, I told you to go fuck yourself and you told me to go to Hell.
I didn’t feel alone anymore.
In the night, I could hear you play guitar through the paper-thin hospital walls. And even though I had thick bandages around my wrists, and my fingers were cold and sore, I picked up my ukulele and harmonized to your melody. We played on and on into the night, together and apart, until the nurses asked us
Wurr - the first five years27th of June 2007 the first page of Wurr was uploaded online. Today, five years later, what had originally been planned as a mere three page short story with the option of branching out aimlessly has turned into an actual story with a driving plot with 147 pages already existing and two books even printed (English version is under working). Half a decade already. Wow.Wurr - the first five years4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Happy half-decade birthday, comic!
Man, it's been a long way. And even more still lies ahead, let's see if I can wrap it up before hitting the full decade mark.
Since it's kind of a special occasion, I thought it might be fun to look back to how it became what it is today.
I had wanted to make a comic of my own for something like ten years before Wurr even started, and I had had several started projects in the likes of "this is the greatest idea I've ever had in my life! I must make a comic right now", none of which ever got past their third page. It's funny, before Wurr I always advertised and talked about my comics and
thunder in your eyesDear whispers,thunder in your eyes6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
have you ever listened to the starlight? i can hear her sing of things i'd never dreamed of. she told me that she woke up to the most beautiful shade of bruised purple against stark white in the sunset splattered sky. i just thought you should know. i miss watching her with you.
on Sunday mornings i bring myself to wake up like an early bird and stare into the mirror. and i look and tell myself the same story I've told to myself for a long time but never to anyone else. that I am the boy of six feet tall. my mother worked as a nurse in this emergency office that would often be the only lit room in the whole town. of small age I've seen scars and cuts, blood, and more blood. smelled death and sterile hospital spray, heard gruesome words and desperate muttering of prayers which seemed to me, have never done any real practical good to the suffering. my dad has gone to live is rich but fucked up life somewhere across the world an
What's In a Name?Supposedly, one can tell a lot about a person just by looking at their name, but how true is that statement, really? If the statement is true, then are all young girls christened Hope prone to clutching their dreams to their hearts and staring into the distance, yearning for them to happen? Are all young boys dubbed Justin or Brad destined to rule the fields in plastic helmets and mouth guards?What's In a Name?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I, Highly Motivated, set out to find the answer.
It all started a month ago when I received an invitation to a small get-together held by an old high school friend of mine, Pride Sin. I wasn't sure what to think at the time, because although she had been a friend, she'd always been a bit self-absorbed and had a tendency to put herself before others. For the longest time I tried my hardest to make things work out and get her to see the error in her ways, but no matter how hard I tried, I knew I couldn't change a person like Pride. It was for that reason that after graduation, I decided that
3 A.M. BattlefieldThe digital clock display blazing fiery red in the darkness of my bedroom. Three in the morning, exactly; the second night in a row. I cried out as loudly as I dared, making little more than a fluttering sound emerge from my throat. In a silent battle I tried in vain to force tears, straining to prove outright to myself that I was in anguish. Somehow I'd trained myself over the years not to cry, to become the man people sought when they needed a shoulder to rest on, not the man who needed consoling himself (and definitely not the man who wanted it). My mind drifted to thoughts of the Vietnam War veteran I'd met when I was young, his shrapnel-riddled leg and piercing gaze only half of the collateral scarring, though I wouldn't know or comprehend this fact until much later. I tried to imagine the images in his dreams, the self-hatred spilling into his bloodstream like reverse anti-depressants as the faces of his friends, his brothers, were covered by creeping foliage that disinteg3 A.M. Battlefield6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Lonely FireA needA Lonely Fire7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lonely burning fire
The flame flares
The love grows
and only the Lord knows
Will it ever really be?
Will it ever spread?
Will it ever be shared?
Will it ever be dead?
Years gone by
and it still remains,
a camp fire controlled
by a man's heart not his brain
It's out of control
Running through my veins
A track she's mastered
A touch I feel
But never own
A sweet love caused loneliness
I feel in my bones
It's sweet desire and deep devotion
It engulfs my heart and adds emotion
How will I ever withstand this heat
In this love that burns and forever repeats?
Base Instinct 1: DiscoveryIt really sucks to be dead.Base Instinct 1: Discovery5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Although I guess I might not actually be dead; all of this might be real. But I'm pretty sure I'm gone, deceased. A ghost, if you will, and if you happen to believe in that sort of thing. Which I didn't, but now I do. After all, there's nobody around to contradict my views. No one to tell me I'm actually still alive. Even if there were, I probably wouldn't understand them. True, I haven't been close enough to a human to ask or find out, on the off-chance that this actually is real.
What happened was this: I was a normal guy, sixteen years old, going to high school. My brother and his girlfriend and I were driving somewhere. I don't remember where we were going or where we were coming from, or where this even happened. I vaguely remember something about California or something of the like, but I honestly don't know.
The point is, we
The Sign of The SunThe Sun, the great, writes inside our souls,The Sign of The Sun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with sunshine he writes , their irreplaceable symphony.
The eternally determined sequence
by our evanescent,
tenderly found again in an andante scents,
on a lake shore, in an autumn meadow filled glade
or strolling through the vineyard, the garden, the orchard,
those are his signatures.
Blossomed in a song, or in the fragment of a dream,
how beautiful the people are when they are happy,
like an evanescent flower necklace On Happiness's hot breasts!
A hand-holding harvests one from the other
a breeze exchange that sais:
"Friend, how the beautiful, the unspoken lies inside you,
like on a Christmas tree surrounded by children's eyes!"
The Sun, the great, gathers us longing by longing,
sunshine by sunshine and adds a sign to it, a noblemindedness aura
from inside for those who have the eyes to see it.
5Inspired by...Vanity5Inspired by...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The mirror's blessing,
The mirror's spell,
That casts each
Beauty into hell.
Like a web's intimate
Tangle of lies,
Like a spider that
Feasts on fat little flies.
The raven, he whispers
Sweet nothings in your ear,
The sound of your beauty
Is all that you hear.
Forging a New Fortune Her footsteps wound among the assorted collection of carts and horses, trying not to see what was going on around her. The little caravan stunk of poverty and pride, its people traveling entertainers, scraping whatever living they could get. Despite the desperate conditions the atmosphere was thriving, pulsing with life of a darker and more exciting sort than she encountered in her day to day life. Music blared, a combination of drums and a string instrument of some sort floated past her ears, accompanied by singing and harsh laughter. The young woman retreated further inside her thick velvet cloak, the hood shadowing a determined pale face framed in thick dark hair. She makes her way to a small cart on the edge of the gypsy's encampment, banging on the door with a closed fist.Forging a New Fortune6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lady Gynehva?" She calls out, her voice quiet. She clears her throat and tries again, "Lady Gynehva!" She calls, louder this time.
"Yes?" A tiny slat at the
MetvetsMetvets4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Сиди спокойно, вспоминай о прошлом,
О том, что уж давно в небытье ушло,
И на глаголющего юного слепца
Взирай глазами мертвеца.
Слепец не видит, слепец не знает,
Что всё и так
FenrirThe chafing chain, the whip on my backFenrir8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sweet taste of blood
This is all I know
Oh my sire,
lord of all mischief and creeping things
Let me finish what I started
Rip Asgard from its foundations
Still the hearts of the followers of the all father
And swallow the world
Awesome photography IVI hope you enjoy my feature.Awesome photography IV4 months ago in Art Features More Like This
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It didn't take much effort for Andrew to avoid the dark figure that projected toward him. Andrew swung his torso and hands up toward the furry beast, grabbing on to the arms that were reaching for him. Even as a human, Andrew effortlessly swung the airborne werewolf against the wall, shattering the window near by. He could tell whoever this was, was newly turned, and incredibly inexperienced at attacks. A real werewolf would have done this much faster. He also discovered that the werewolf was a female.
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