Faded SatinFaded Satin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faded satin, once peach coloured, now grey
Hangs on the peeling back of the door to a world
Worn out by the pressure of hopeless eyes, ruined dreams
Surrogate feet, that carried their owner over famous boards
Fluttering and twisting before an audience,
Come to see the Sugar Plum Faery, tragic Giselle,
Beautiful, sweet, hapless Odette
They have heard the rains of applause from the velvet lined darkness
Been rubbed with sweet beeswax for luck on a first night
Brushed with the petals of roses, from the curtain calls,
Carelessly tossed over these slippers of finite immortality
In this room of agony, of a broken back and
A still elegant, twisted leg, they were once a source
Of motivation. To get well soon, to dance as prima ballerina
To be in the chorus, the class. And now they are anything but-
Nothing but a painful reminder, of a last sparkling performance.
The BalletThe Ballet11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Entwined in blocks
Hammer hits string-
Pull up, tense every muscle
Toes extend, calves tighten
Pull up, to heights
Beyond nature's plans
Pain, ache, tensed
Spring into movement
I take the very air
Twisting weave it
I breathe the very music
It is my oxygen
This is strength
Calves and thighs like rocks
Straining at every limb
Taught and working
The perfect machine
Trained to perfection
Fly through the air
Soar, the roar,
I need it
I feed on it
Take my all I have more
The praises boost the height
I can go further, I will
I will rise above
Because here I make the rules
This is where I belong
As quickly as it began
Take the reverence
I Hate YouI Hate You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying still, smoke left my internal strings,
through my pale indigo coloured cracked lips.
My precious eyes seeped what black blood brings,
a hysterical place that cannot give you light, only wings.
What seemed like a fine life fell before me
as poisonous thoughts clouded my vision.
The scratching and snatching gave one last key
And that was to be free.
Screaming in my lost, mad and broken mind,
there is nothing left for me to be content.
The last whisper of air is what I find,
I slowly smile from my whimpered whine.
My lungs drag me deeper into the sea,
I can only close my eyes to feel this occur.
But there is no meaning of my last flee?
Why can no one else agree?
My eyes now only drop silvery tears,
thinking how easily the beam turns burnt.
Who on this planet even cares or dares?
I can finally let go of my affairs.
I am a child and I am twelve years old.
Yet my story is still to be told,
please let me help you unfold
the tale of whom is so cold.
A treacherous liar of mank
Dear Dustin Dear Dustin, Dear Dustin,Dear Dustin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it'll never be the same;
These are not words of hate,
for these are words of shame;
I strive for the stars,
and I crave for success;
Dear Dustin Dear Dustin,
it really does compress;
When you need your best abilities,
for the rest of your life;
The time comes when you reach for that blade,
When you reach for that knife;
To slay the dragon of failure,
And the creature of nothing;
Become the person you want,
That someone that something;
Dear Dustin Dear Dustin,
I miss you so much;
Anita Blake - Jean ClaudeJean Claude woke up alone again. The room was as dark as pitch, yet he could make out the fine details of it like he was in sunlight. He was in one of the many bedrooms under the Circus of the Damned. It was simply decorated with black carpeting, a couple of leather chairs and a chest of drawers that had some of his spare clothes. He stood up in one swift motion throwing back the black and red silk sheets. He loved the contrast they made against his pale complexion and it made him think of Anita and himself twisted together in the sheets. It made his insides ache that she rejected him at every turn. What was he doing wrong?Anita Blake - Jean Claude8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jean Claude realised he had been standing still looking at the sheets for sometime. He was wasting precious darkness. He needed to feed. Quickly, he pulled out a white shirt, jeans and grabbed the boots he had left beside the bed and went into the bathroom. This was his favourite bathroom in the Circus. It contained a large bathtub, more like a spa, that could hold
Miss Tansybaum's CarnivalBy all accounts, Miss Tansybaum's Circus of the Moderately Peculiar should not have continued to operate. They were a very small operation as circuses went, they had no rides and their menagerie consisted of a single geriatric lion and a handful of obscure species, such as the Sudanese Crooning Lizards, who were obscure for a reason. Sure, Brendan the Mono-juggler could keep a single ball in the air for hours, but you got tired of watching after the first few minutes.Miss Tansybaum's Carnival6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lord Maggothaunch's Carnival of the Un-Ordinary should have crushed them out of existence in the first year--indeed, that was among the lord's stated goals--and its failure to do so was a source of intense frustration for him. Did he not have scantily clad women and a genuine, if sullen tiger? Did he not have a genuine freakshow, with real live freaks, including a pair of dubious Siamese twins and a two-headed calf in a jar?
Miss Tansybaum did not have a freakshow (at least not in the conventional sense, although the less
At Last I See the Light"Fluttershy? Darling, are you all right? You've been in there for nearly an hour!"At Last I See the Light4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The butter colored pegasus sank lower in the water she was soaking in, not wanting to even acknowledge hearing the concerned questioning from her best friend. The idea of a nice hot bath had been a wonderful suggestion at first. With added bath salts and oils, Fluttershy felt the tension leaving her body as soon as she was immersed, the knots in her stomach unwinding themselves. She relaxed with her eyes closed and inhaled the fresh scents of vanilla and cotton, and for a little while she was at peace.
When the water began to cool the knots started reforming. The lost tension came creeping back in with every second that ticked by. Eventually she was right back where she started and when Rarity came in to see as much, the white unicorn looked at her with humor laced sympathy.
"You do realize you can't simply stay in there forever, right? How you haven't withered away into nothing more than a prune by now
Spells, Charms, Incantations,Accio Summons a desired itemSpells, Charms, Incantations,5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alohomora Unlocks any door
Aparecium Turns normal ink invisible
Avada Kedavra The killing curse
Averte Statura Good for dueling, sends opponent flying backwards
Avis Several tiny birds will appear
Bubble Head Charm Underwater breathing charm
Colloportus Seals a door
Crucio Cruciatus Curse, inflicts horrible pain
Deletrius Disintegrates target
Densaugeo Causes teeth to grow very large
Diffindo Splits things
Dilusionment Charm Causes anything magical to appear blurry to a muggle
Enervate Reviving stunned people
Engorgio Causes immense swelling
Evanesco Vanishing Spell
Expecto Patronum Fends off dementors
Expelliarmus Disarms opponent
Feraverto Used in transfiguration, turns object into a cup
Ferula Creates a sling for a broken bones
Fidelius Charm Makes a person keep a secret
Finitie Incantatem Allows no mor
long distance loveI wish body pillowslong distance love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Acted like teleportation devices
And when you clutched yours
It would put me beside you
I wish blankets
Were like magic carpets
And we could use ours
To fly to one another
I wish computer screens
Would let us reach to others
And I could pull you through
And into my arms
I wish we could feel each other
When we clutch pillows and blankets
And pretend they're each other
So our dreams can somewhat come true
Guide to graven ones.Guide to graven ones.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Graven One.
By The Purple Man.
The Graven one is an necromancer class in itself, yet one of structures that goes beyond the scourge and normal thoughts.
FIRST OF ALL!
Graven ones are first living and turn Undead in the end of their power.
Also think first this class is an prestige class and you will most likely be hated and called names for playing it.
* Eyes: The graven ones eyes are often an white or black colour without a glow just a simple shimmering wet white or black colour.
* Skin: The skin of an graven one is pale, sometimes sickly coloured and thin to nearly see through it.
* Other: A Graven one does NOT carry fangs or any other kind of misfit features, they are UNDEAD normal HUMANOIDS.
* Note: A Graven one do not grow anything extra, they lose weight, and muscles as they grow to the undeath of their own race slowly.
* Cloths: Often a black or gray suit of robes unless they summon their plate set of shadows and bones.
Deadman WonderlandDeadman Wonderland6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My sweet little woodpecker,
Beat your wings close to my head.
I can hear your whisper.
Even if inside you're dead.
The red, oh the red,
It's running down the wall.
Sing softly, my pet,
or don't sing at all.
Gently now, be careful,
If you pull too much it'll tear.
If it rips then grounded I'll be,
Deep down under there.
The spirals are twirling,
I can feel it in the air.
We'll die like this, you know,
Choking on a hair.
Living in a Wonderland,
Is it any wonder we're dead?
The Deadmen sing their happy tunes
While painting each other red.
England X Reader : A Day of MemoriesEngland X Reader : A Day of Memories3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stared at him gently, saying your name as you stroke his golden hair with such calmness.
Arthur closed his eyes and he quickly ventured to a deep slumber.
Looking at his face, it made you want to doze off with him "I wonder what is he seeing in his dreams?" You asked yourself. Then you suddenly remembered that he's been calling everyone unicorns at the drugstore a moment ago. So you thought that maybe, he's been dreaming of them. You simply laughed. "No. I don't think so "
Then He began talking to himself again. "Unicorns Pixies . Pirates " He whispered as you stared at him. You even thought that he's eerie, strange and You imagined that he's chanting a spell to curse someone.
"You're weird But " You chuckled at him.
"Whhhhat..?" Arthur asked.
You glanced at him with shock. "I thought you're asle
Taxonomy of Dragons, etc.KingdomPhylumClassOrderFamilyGenusSpeciesSubspeciesAnimalia (Animals)Chordata (Vertebrates)Xenosauria (Dragons)Calidraco (Warm Dragons)Pennadracidae (Feathered Dragons)Avidraco (Bird Dragons)senas (Six-eye Dragon)Pennadraco (Feathered Dragons)Pennaserpens (Feathered Serpents)Rhenadracidae (Furry Dragons)Rhenadraco (Furry Dragons)Rhenoserpens (Furry Serpents)sangan (Three-eyed Bloodscratch Dragon)Neradraco (Water Dragons)Aquadracidae (Aquatic Dragons)Salocean (Saltwater Dragons)crystallis (Crystal Dragon)Aquatios (Freshwater Dragons)Amphidracidae (Amphibious Dragons)N/Aaquus (Water Dragon)Squamadraco (Scaled Dragons)Occidentidae (Western Dragons)Bipeda (Two-legged Western Dragons)chioni (Frost Dragon)wyvere (Wyverns)Tetrapa (Four-legged Western Dragons)aureo (Gold Dragon)fortis (Mega Dragon)glaciictum (Ice-Breathing Dragon)inferna (Hell Dragon)montis (Mountain Dragon)rex (Mountain King Dragon)rufus (Red Dragon)umbra (Black Dragon)ventum (Royal Green Dragon)veridis (Green Dragon)MTaxonomy of Dragons, etc.5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The DressOver the years, people have gone to truly extraordinary lengths in pursuit of fashion. A catalog of peculiar gowns would fill several volumes, even without getting into bizarre hats, wigs, gloves, codpieces, shoes, eyeglasses, and all manner of other demented accessories, and I will not so tax the reader except to mention a few highlights.The Dress6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dresses of strange materials are not uncommon. Among the oddest were the mycorrhiza gown of Milicent von Pratt, a wrap of finest fungal threads. This sensational outfit required almost two weeks to put on, requiring Lady von Pratt to paint herself with an agar and compost growth medium and lay prone in a fungal bed for most of that time. It was only worn once, and deteriorated significantly during the course of the evening, requiring her ladyship to retire quickly from the entertainments.
And then there was the finchbone dress worn by the Dowager Duchess of Eastmarch, made from the tiny skeletons of nearly a thousand finches, carefully wrapped and hu
insomnia...she knows a girl who killed herself simplyinsomnia...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because she was alive and a thousand
more who wished they had the courage to
stop her but has never met anyone else
who smiles in their sleep or dances with
blood sucking angels but has never once
been bitten by their parasitic beauty.
and today she whispered to the dandelions
and wore a lost rosary to remind herself
that at least she used to believe in something.
today she kissed another girl's fingertips and
promised the world that the sun would always
stay warm. today she hid from the sunset
among thorns and tangled tree limbs and
decided that maybe it was time to
learn to breathe again.
THIS IS FOR YOU.Hey you, yes you,THIS IS FOR YOU.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl in the mirror
The one who feels
She will always be inferior
I’m talking to you
The one who isn’t the right size
The right height
The one who isn’t somebody’s “prize”
I know it may seem
That your ‘Midas’s touch’ is broken
And everything you touch
You are unique,
Even if it doesn’t seem true,
You are perfectly wonderful
At simply being YOU
Hey you, yes you
The one with the cuts across her arms
Playing a game called life
That you never seem to win
Hey you, yes you
The girl who never eats
Don’t worry about being perfect
It’s not possible, so why chase a false dream
I know it seems that the grass may be greener
On someone else’s yard
But the ‘water bill’ is always higher
To keep up that illusion.
The girl who cries herself to sleep
The ones who are scared of the dark
The ones who are scared to be touched
The ones who are scared to speak up
Hey you. YES YOU!
Vencer al InfiernoEstiro las piernas y me coloco bien el pantalón de cuero negro. Las hebillas de la camisa de fuerza tintinean, ahora cuelgan como grandes cascabeles de acero, pero sé que pronto servirán para que las correas me obliguen a mantener los brazos pegados al cuerpo, sobre todo mis manos, mis preciosas manos. Las beso, las adoro, con ellas realizo maravillas y, lo más importante en este infierno, con ellas sobrevivo.Vencer al Infierno6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mientras espero, observo mi celda gris y aséptica de cuatro por seis metros. No tiene ventanas; paredes, techo y suelo son de cemento, liso e impersonal, por lo menos se encargan de mantenerlo tibio. Una de las paredes, la que está frente a mí y da al pasillo, es de cristal o de algún material similar, qué sé yo. No tiene puerta ni rejas, la primera vez que la vi me pregunté cómo se las arreglarían para meterme dentro, la respuesta era obvia: magia. Malditos espejismos, juegos de manos e inexplicables ilusiones, cua
Due Date Ch.12 EdWinAlphonse and May walked into the house with their grocery bags in hand. They’d just gotten back from the only grocers open in Resembool because of the freak snowstorm that had occurred two days ago. Everything else was still snowed in, so they had to walk pretty far just to get there and back.Due Date Ch.12 EdWin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“It’s still way too cold out there!” May complained in her squeaky, yet cute voice as they entered the house.
“Yeah, it’s never been this cold around this time of year.” Alphonse replied as he held the door open for her.
They both shuffled their way into the kitchen, and began putting the food away when May stopped her movement.
“What is it?” Al asked.
She pivoted herself around and face Al, craning her neck upwards, “It’s quiet.”
Al stopped for a second and realized that she was right. No one had come to meet them yet. “Huh, that’s odd." He carried on putting the food away, "Whenever I come here, the
Bookstore ReligionLurking in the shadows of roses,Bookstore Religion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my teeth.
Naming them after characters
in a November's love story,
Porphyria, Dorian, and Gatsby-
I tasted earth and copper pennies.
Choking on peppermint and oils-
out of my mouth in rambles of
I recited poetic prayers to the classics.
gamegame11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we played the game
like a dance
across the dancefloor
it was sweet
i bit my lip
to taste the bitterness in my mouth
that is how serious
of a play it was
round and round
it was a good tango
finished with the most violent of moves
a tear would run down
my surprised face
i was only defeated
when you made me come
Chapter 17: A Day in the LifeChapter 17: A Day in the Life4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Title: Maps & Legends
Game: Dragon Age 2
Character pairing: F!Hawke/Anders
Disclaimer: Rated T for language, violence and some sexual content.
At some point over the last couple of months, Varric's rooms at the Hanged Man has become like a second home to Wil. Sometimes, she wishes she could consider it her first.
Such as this sort of morning when, after a night spent pretending to read about dragon cults in Anders' clinic, Varric's brand of companionship is what she wants most.
Although he clearly wishes he could, he asks no questions when she staggers in and flops onto his unmade bed. He's already dressed, although his duster hangs neatly on his wardrobe instead of his broad shoulders and Bianca is in her display case, conveniently located above the headboard, instead of on his back.
His bed is soft, his pillows plentiful. Were he any other man she'd feel weird wallowing on his still warm sheets, but Varric is Varr
One Another's Angels, Part 20One Another's Angels, Part 204 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 20: Away From Home
Alex sat in the interrogation room, one hand cuffed to the metal table he sat at, one-way glass directly in front of him, going over the events that had brought him there. His face was throbbing from where the vamp had punched him, and his jaw was swollen from a similar incident. He should have known he wouldn't have been able to take on the whole nest by himself. It was probably lucky that the cops found him. If they hadn't, the vamps surely would have torn him apart. Unfortunately, now he had no way out. They took his wallet, car keys, and cell phone when they brought him in, so he couldn't use any of them, or anything he had hidden inside them, like the mini lock pick in his wallet and car keys.
It was times like this that he wished he still had Trea with him.
The door to his left opened and interrupted his thoughts. A tall man with medium brown hair, grey eyes, a medium build, and the beginnings of a beard on his face walked in, a file in his ha
EnglandXReader Christmas and Birthday KissesEnglandXReader - Christmas and Birthday KissesEnglandXReader Christmas and Birthday Kisses3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your phone beeped. Once, twice, three times. Then it stopped and for a while all was peaceful again. At least it was, until Sex on the Radio started blasting out of your phone signalling a call. Groaning, you sat up and rubbed your eyes before reaching out for the source of the persistent ringing.
Your skin brushed against cold, vibrating metal and you picked it up and placed it to your ear, forgetting to check the caller ID.
"Hello?" you asked sleepily.
'HEY _____! It's me! THE HERO!" the voice of your best friend rang through your head.
"GEEZ! You don't need to shout Al!" you yelled into the phone as you placed it on speaker.
"SORRY! Ah er- sorry " he began quieter.
You sat back and rubbed your temples, closing your (e/c) eyes. Yes, you were definitely going to get a headache again.
"Well I thought I'd call and say, HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY BRO!" Alfred continued; now back to his loud self.
Despite your annoyance at hi