The Gift Part IShe looked into his eyes. True, this was look full of cynicism, however, had something strangely gentle, what the casual observer probably would have taken for sensitivity.The Gift Part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the only word she spoke, but in her mouth had the strength of sword and fire. Rah'nam lowered his eyes.
They were sitting in a crowded tavern, one of many in the big - and as the story goes, and what is rather untrue - a wonderful city of Hak'Samath. True, it was not a lot of drow as city was located on the surface and was open to all, but Szahitra not specifically stood out among the guests. Her obsidian black skin glistened slightly in the dark and light brown travel clothes made drowess almost average in the crowd. However, Szahitra wasn't the average person. She was messenger of powerful individual, who never allow anyone to see her in the dirty tavern, such as this.
Drowess slowly, with lazy movement, brushed, her white as snow, hair from face.
"It's not about pay, Medi" she said with modulated ton
The Place of Dreams_Chapter 1The Place of Dreams_Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 - Neverending Dream
" It is so unreal, that even I couldn`t believe it. Everytime I see that boy and we have fun in world, which is filled with happy things and...dreams. When I wake up, I dont remember his name. I only remember, how he looks like".
It was time to go sleep. Rie took glass of milk and was in her thoughts.
" If I meet him again, what I should say to him"?
Her mother came in room and said: " Time to go sleep, sweetie".
Rie went on bed and mother striked her cheek.
"Goodnight and have very nice dreams".
Rie closed her eyes and fall asleep. Mother walked quietly and closed the door, before she went.
Suddenly Rie woke up from meadow, where sun was shining, colorful flowers..
She standed on fresh, dark green lawn. Sky was huge with patterned pillows.
Then she heard humming behind of her. Sound came closer and finally it stop.
Rie turned around and saw familiar boy.
He was caring bouquet and gave prettiest flower to her.
" I missed you too much. A
SacrificeThe old temple of ancient god Set was in almost complete ruin. Once the god resided here with his maidens and priestesses but now only the desert wind was playing with the walls and making the strange, cry-like sounds. On the ruined and cracked floor, on one of the broken columns was seating young red-haired man in white robes and black leather trousers with a lot of chains. He had this malicious smile on face that was the sign he had something...well, malicious on his mind. On the ground was kneeling young woman; she was crying.Sacrifice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Say my name" the man said it with amusement in his voice.
The woman stopped crying for a second and looked with fear in her eyes on the red-haired man. The man didn't expect her to co-operate that soon; he leaned in his seat and crossed his arms.
"So you are the sacrificial lamb" he laughed. "I will never understand these peasants. I won't stop killing them, even if they bring me all their beautiful women they have. Village after village, town after town...I
The Place of Dreams_Chapter 3The Place of Dreams_Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3 - I Will Always Love You
Rie went to dark place and saw Kazue as dead.
" It`s too late, young lady".
Goddess of Evilness appeared beside of her and smiled.
Rie hold him and whispered in his ear:
" Please forgive me. I love you"...
"That`s useless! He`s dead already".
Suddenly the rose what she got from Kazue, it came back as red and petals were sailing around her. These transformed her as pretty angel which wings were so shiny.
She rised on the air and blinded all trolls with her angel wings.
Kazue woke and looked what`s going on.
" Keep going, my angel". He said with quiet voice.
Rie turned around and run to him.
" You`re alive"!
" I forgive you,but...you owe me a one kiss".
She went closer of him and he took her in his caress. Slowly their head leaned to each other and Kazue gave her sweet kiss on the lips. Rie blushed lightly.
" That`s very lovely, but angel"s time is over". Goddess took her soul. First she fell on the floor, then she died and became very pale.
++The Lolita Poems: Meeting Mr Death++++The Lolita Poems: Meeting Mr Death++2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Irregardless of pity,
I do not want your pity,
For I am the master of my end
And if Death was a sir, and a man,
I'll be his ruler, or will kiss his hand.
If Mr Death was having his cup of earl grey tea,
And if I sat in at his tea party,
I'll dress up in my most Victorian Frock,
I'll take my plush puppy too for a walk.
Round the thick hedges of white roses gold,
and around the green emerald leaves of olde,
I shan't, I shall, I wilt not slumber,
under the heady smell of rosewood desires.
And if Mr Death was as handsome as can be,
lanky and tall, fit and dandy,
With a silken top hat and a fine walking stick,
With a fitted vest underneath the charcoal black coat,
I will still hold my own basket and pluck my bouquets,
I'll still tie my own houseboys in navy blue ribbons gay
I'll take my garnet rings and my mandarin silk sash,
I'll hold my mandolin with my peach plum bonnets,
I'll walk with the orange blossoms that cling to my dress,
I'll pink my lips on lush peaches demure.
With my chiffon
Kyda BioCharacter Write up: Kyda DrakeKyda Bio3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sex - Female
Nationality - Australia
Home City - Blue Mountains, Sydney, NSW
Height - 5'2
Weight - 54kg
Kyda was raised almost entirely by her father, Damien Drake, Who plays guitar for a little known band, and roadies for several others, Which kept Him and Kyda on the road for long amounts of time.
Her mother died in an accident several months after she was born. as such, she doesnt remember her at all, other than the fond stories that her father has told her. Its a difficult topic for her to speak about, as shes not really sure how to feel about it. A delicate matter for her, and one she doesnt like to speak of.
Damien is a kind man, contrary to his rough appearance and heavy, muscular frame, He always did his best to give Kyda a healthy childhood, despite never having a truly permanent home.
Because they spent such a large time on the road, Kyda spent a lot of time at different schools, where, despite her friendly nature, she f
Ciel's Accident*Read the description below if you are confused, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Ciel's Accident3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian walked down the hall towards his Master's study where the boy had been for the past couple of hours signing important documents, purchase orders, his employee's payrolls, and writing a letter to the Queen. He was tired, as it was almost ten thirty at night, and even though he was ruler of the mansion, his butler would come retrieve him to go to sleep soon whether he wanted to or not. There was a slight tapping on the door, Ciel looked up.
"Come in." He put his head back down and continued his tedious work. Sebastian walked in and stood by the doorway. Ciel did not look up but continued. The butler then cleared his throat, and the Earl looked up slightly perturbed. "Yes Sebastian is there something that you want?" He didn't wait for the butler's response and went back to his signing.
"Master it is a little past ten
Shadow Sweeper introShadow Sweeper intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"De un lado dispuso las sombras,
del otro dispuso que hubiese luz.
sin embargo,al cerrar aquella caja con el mundo dentro,tuvo piedad del primer cazador y le dió
un arma blanca para que hendiese los cielos cuando la oscuridad fuese insoportable.
el primer hombre rasgó los cielos con aquel arma afilada,y de los cielos no sangró luz,sino
una penumbra llamada tristeza.Y el primer hombre maldijo el cielo y el cielo le volvió la
espalda y le desheredó.Y así fue como al hombre le fue negada incluso aquella penumbra de
salobre medicina. Desde entonces los cazadores no vierten lágrimas, y sólo les invade los
ojos una amarga sombra cuando sonríen."
Guardian Of The EmeraldGuardian Of The Emerald2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I'll probably be on this floating island forever, guarding the Master Emerald again. I may not know the whole story behind this, but perhaps it's better that way. "
~Knuckles The Echidna
Feeding Tana - 1Tana was napping after a full afternoon of stuffing her gut. She was a heavy sleeper, both literally, and figuratively. You see Tana was a big girl, perhaps a little too big but that was the way I liked her. Then again that's the way I like women in general. The bigger the better I always said.Feeding Tana - 15 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The time was 9:00 PM on the dot. I had just got home from work and the store, which was an unusual time for a weeknight. I unlocked the front door and entered into our home. I set my brief case down and went into the kitchen to wash my hands. I then went back into the living room and grabbed the 3 brown bags that I had set by the door and walked down to our bedroom. I opened the door and turned on the light.
"Hey, you awake?" I asked aloud.
She was still asleep, almost as in response to my question. I smiled and stepped in while purposely knocking one of the bags on the door frame. The sound echoed in the room.
She stirred before sitting up the best she could and looked at me."Hmm? Y--you? You'r
Vocaloid One-shot LenxOCVocaloid One-shot LenxOC4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Wow " I scanned through the website, looking for more videos that Len-san and Rin starred in. Beyond my virtual bedroom door, I could hear the rest of my senpais doing what they usually do: make a lot of mess, and a lot of noise. "They're so good "
"Oy." A voice behind me says. "What are you doing?"
I practically leapt 10 feet high into the air. "L-len-san!!" I squeaked, quickly trying to block the computer screen. How'd he open my door without me hearing?!
"N-nothing, just checking stuff out, ahahahaha!" A lone eyebrow rose into his banana colored hair as blue-green eyes stared skeptically at me.
"Oh? Then why do I hear my 'Spice' song playing?" he questioned. My face turned pink.
"Shit " although I had managed to cover the screen, I'd forgotten to pause the video
"Now tell me again: what are you doing?"
" I'm just looking at senpai's videos " I muttered, letting my long silver hair fall in front of my face to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks.
take what you willhere,take what you will1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
press on my temples and watch
bronze turn to milk beneath your
wait until morning and ask me then
to walk on stones turned belly-up
by the breeze
barefoot, so that red beehives
pattern my feet.
push gilded grapes between my lips,
let your hands fold origami
over my throat to ease me
into someplace else:
hypnotism at its finest.
The Ballad of Eiy'ra HaizThe Ballad of Eiy'ra Haiz4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he don't answer any more.
Not the whiskey drinking Indian, the marine who went to war.
A beaten up jukebox played old country songs in the corner of the bar. Outside, the mid-afternoon sun beat down on the cracked clay floor. The rocks surrounding the small mining town of Cripple Creek almost seemed to glow in the heat, and the horizon was half-hidden by haze. The township went about its business under the watchful eye of the local Dominion garrison.
But those in the Pink Moon sheltered from that world. The barman, Townes, was an old war veteran with only one arm. In place of the other was a crude robotic substitute. He served up drinks with little more than a vice, powered by a handful of servos which were connected to his arm just below the elbow. He was strangely proud of the device he'd often joke that he'd never play piano again, but his sex-life had improved tremendously.
Old Ma Haggard sat at the other side of the bar, smoking. She, like alm
.:The best thing:. [DirkJake] Your name is Jane Cocker and you sit in your room, looking at the screen. What are you even doing right now? You let your eyes wander along the chat log, reading the dark green text over and over again. "GT: Him and me. As more than just best buddies." The words pained you. Why are you encouraging him? What's the point? Why didn't you tell him when he asked? You can only think about how stupid you are. "Stupid stupid stupid idiot why you're so stupid." Runs through your head over and over, and it doesn't stop. You feel dizzy, like you're going to faint. You knew that when this happened you wouldn't feel ecstatic but you didn't think that it would be that bad..:The best thing:. [DirkJake]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your name is Jake English and you're about to ask your best bro if he loves you, because, it just so happens that you do too. You minimize your chat log with Jane and open a new one with Dirk.
GT: Hello strider! How are you feeling today?
Guiltless MurderGuiltless Murder3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Come here little girl
Your heart is mine
Been trailing you
For quite some time
You've got no friends
You're all alone
A life of violence
But that's alright
That is to say
I'm here for you
We'll make a pact
Just you and me
And you, Nadine
We'll dot all "I's"
Cross every "T"
Signed with our blood
So take your knife,
Cut into me
Don't be afraid
I mean no harm
I'll be your father
Let's see your arm
Yes, pale as ghosts
Let's make the deal
I know how children make you feel
You want them dead, I'll be your host
Possessing you til' their skins peel
Put faith in me,
And I won't tell
The secrets of your heartless hell
Yes cut the flesh
You little fool!
A tortured mind forever ruled,
By Slenderman, dance puppet dance!
Let the blood drip from your soul to mine
Replenish that which past-tense died
Our minds are merged,
The deed is done!
Have therefore won!
Hahaha, Foolish girl.
Guilt can never be traded in.
You are deserving.
I hate --I hate --3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -internet- so seriously.
I hate that there will be those few select people who take these lists seriously.
I hate how out of those people, a few of them will pretend to take it seriously, but they really don't, and are just arguing for the lulz.
I hate how much I love reading do it for the lulz's stuff.
I hate yaoi.
I hate yaoi's incredibly scary fan base.