InnocenceKeeral, following the text in the large book, stretched the hand and took the small glass of water from the table. He was already tired but too excited to stop reading. The history of Karmala was thrilling fairytale, morbid in some places, but also it was touching the depths of his elven heart.
He was reading the old scripts written by elves in the early times, called the Era of Youth. They were so innocent! Now it would be punished, to laugh like them in public; they were slaves without rights and that he, Keeral, had a place in the castle, was true mastership of his mentor.
As if called, Raithea appeared in the library. He held two huge tomes with carvings on the edges that depicted roaring lions. He was wearing black toga with high collar; his eyes were smiling.
"So here you are, Keeral" he said with nonchalant tone and put the tomes on their places on the shelves. "You don't have...family meeting? I gave them one week of free time, it was the only thing I could do in this situation
This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debrisThis isn't the world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving a shapeless mass of mutilated memories
Pushing dreams into the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds
It is not a world I want to remember
Crying children on the streets, among garbages
Violence and screams, all so beautiful
My eyes see views and places that once
though not perfect, were alive, were almost normal
This is not the world I want to remember
Somewhere where they do not look back, they are monsters
Who wish to come into the world among the pain and silence
These voices, however, do not let them leave the abyss
But their eyes can see the empty buildings
This is not the world I want to remember
But there is always hope that the bleeding wound is healed
leaving a void ...
Four FoundersSalazar Slytherin was furious. Salazar Slytherin was miserable. Salazar Slytherin wanted to destroy the entire Hogwarts together with all the students and schoolgirls with such power that it never appeared on the face of the earth. His thoughts followed one path, since this argument with a muggle. And her wonderful ... daughter. Definitely no, and again no! Abusive mutant wizards are invited to stop besmirching and start to "filling the social niches ment for them."Four Founders2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a knock on the door. Salazar snorted and looked down at his green socks straight from the store "Aunt Humberta's". She made them by herself for him, theese wonderful, pureblood socks. Pure blood ... grrrrrr ...
"But Lord Slytherin" rang out through the door, when he did not answer. "I think our small quarrel did not prevent my daughter in attendance at your school! I certainly do not want to offend you, and I would like to once again make conversation with you!"
Although the voice was muffled by the clo
FireSomewhere, in the world destroyed many eons agoFire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A legend of a beautiful woman exists
Which had hair as red as the carrot
And the eyes as yellow as the bright sunlight
She didn't have power in hands
But she has always been able to create adventure from danger
In her agile stilts she plaited songs and dreams
And with her sword she cut throats of her enemies
She first sailed into the distance
She first saw the beauty and the atrocity of the unknown
She was first pirate woman on these waters
And her legend is radiating it's own brilliance as diamond
For her strong gales and storms were not terrible
She led her longboats to the victory like valkiria
And men bowed down before her
Knowing that they won't find the better leader on the world
She led wars, she led battles
Freckly beauty with the supple body
She didn't know, what it is fear, she was ruthless
She was incorporating the fire, the earth, the gale and the black depths
Her name was, the Dancer of the Fire
And when in blood she bathed l
Oh DrowBecause of lack of volunteers, I grabbed a few drow and put them in the front of the dragon with huge fire power. And because drow are exlusive RPG characters with the level of 20000000 (yea, they actually have TOGETHER one point of experience but who really cares?) they are plotting how to fight dragon without to much pain.Oh Drow2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
PART ONE. WE SEE THE DRAGON. LET'S RUN.
Quarrice: I suppose to shut myself up but do you see what I see? Right now? Before our shameless experienced faces?
Falang: This is dragon. Bigger than our ego. Do you think Ramsay is so cruel and order us to fight him? If yes, I am not Falang and I am running. Do you see? Running. I am drow but I am running. Hey, is someone listen to me?
Hilli: Ramsay, dear, can you give us somebody to help? Maybe we are powerful in our minds and in your glorious stories about us but you have put us here without weapons, without any defence items and even without spells!
Ramsay: If we are talking about spells! YEAH! I will give you somebody
Groza SalazaraSalazar Slytherin był zły. Salazar Slytherin był nieszczęśliwy. Salazar Slytherin chciał zniszczyć cały Hogwart razem ze wszystkimi uczniami oraz uczennicami z taką mocą, by nigdy już nie pojawił się na powierzchni ziemi. Jego myśli podążały jednym torem, od czasu kłótni z pewną mugolką. I jej cudowną...córcią. Stanowczo nie i jeszcze raz nie! Uwłaczające czarodziejom mutanty proszone są o przestanie uwłaczania i poczęcie "zapełnianie nisz społecznych im przezaczonych".Groza Salazara2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rozległo się pukanie do drzwi. Salazar prychnął i spojrzał na swoje zielone skarpetki wprost ze sklepu "U cioci Humberty". Samodzielnie je dla niego wydziergała, samodzielnie utkała te czystokrwiste, cudowne skarpetki. Czysta krew...Grrrrrr...
- Ależ panie Slytherin! - rozległo się za drzwiami, gdy długo nie odpow
Dark AwakeningThe scent of pleasure on my lipsDark Awakening2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a delicate flavor of eternity
I feel everything so strong and close
With my skin like white silk on the dark sky
My eyes see different stages of life
My birth, my victories, my failures
The terrible visions of the unknown
The dark visions of the eternal suffering
I want to bite, I want to scream
I want to become part of the night
I am the creature of the Great Atrocity
That created me after I Became
The smell of dust, the color of red
The strongest parts of my perception now
Difficult to tell but so easy to feel
The new dream arose to possess the dreamers
I will take your hand, the dusk
And I will go to hunt and seek
But now I must think my new way
So different, so beautiful, so sexual
Meeting of the MonstersNa pierwszym stołku siedzi Xenomorph. To taki kosmiczny byt bez oczu i uszu, ale za to z dwoma parami szczęk, oczywiście nie mowa tu o szczękach Spilberga, bo to nie rekin, bo rekin ma oczy i jedną parę no i potrafi oddychać pod wodę, a Xenomorph potrafi oddychać wszędzie. Chociaż to nie jest takie pewne, bo nie znalazł się w pobliżu mojego psa po zjedzeniu buritos, może dlatego że nie daję mojemu psu buritos z wyżej wymienionego powodu. No więc ten Xenomorph nie ma krwi tylko kwas, ale nie taki cytrynowy, co się go pije, chociaż nikt jeszcze nie próbował pić krwi Xenomorpha, no bo i po co, niesmaczna i Xenomorph by się nie zgodził, chyba że transfuzja. I ten Xenomorph wyskakuje z klatki piersiowej, tzn. nie z własnej, tylko czyjejś, ponieważ tak się rodzi. To wszystko z grubsza przedstawia się tak, że Xenomorph jest na pocMeeting of the Monsters3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pirates are so funny!"Captain, we won't make it! They are far much stronger than us!"Pirates are so funny!2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shout of one of her crewmates pierced the air. Sophia was aware of that but she couldn't leave the governer's ship without a map. It would be like all lifes that were lost in this battle were lost for nothing. She sank the blade of her cuttlas in the body of one of the officers, with pleasure noticing the flowing blood and the smell of fear. She always took the pleasure when she was killing and when it were people of her sworn enemy, it was double. She turned back just to meet other of governer's soldiers with a pistol turned into her head.
"Brackett, that is your end" he hissed not knowing that Hawkins, her first officer, was behid him. He hit him in the occiput and smiled to his captain, with an ugly, wide smile on his wretched face. She didn't return the smile and jumped on the feet. She saw him. He was running down the stairs, to the cabins.
"Cardigan!" she shouted with fury but he hasn't heard her; she was too fa
Reupload: The QueenThe queen clenched her fists in impotent gesture. She was in hands of this beautiful creature that was Raithea and he knew that. He could tell the king, do what he pleased with her son...that thought was too terrible to even think about it. Queen heard a lot of terrible things about this child who were adult. He tortured, murdered and plotted in many ways but her lord husband was amazed by his charm. Maybe it too was the job of Raithea?Reupload: The Queen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She fell on her knees before little kid he was and looked at him with anger mixed with begging in her eyes.
"Don't call me my name, Your Highness. I am Lord Rhuitaure for everyone, even for you, my queen" through the face of a child went little smirk and queen knew that it won't be easy to bend him to her will. He was known for being witty but he had wicknesses. She even knew which.
"I am asking only for normal life for my son, Dhuren" she said with anger "You shouldn't turn me away like that, I am still your queen."
"But the child isn't ki
The ProphecyDark-haired man stood before the fountain and hissed from overhelming cold; it would be strange that water didn't freeze if man didn't know that it's magical water, made by Uhur-Khan in the beginnings of their world. In this fountain the man could see everything that was happening in Karmala and beyond.The Prophecy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Speak, old woman." his voice was threatening but the man remained calm and in his demeanor was something reminding calm before the storm.
"The elves will raise their heads again...this time forever." the old, dusted voice of a woman who has seen too many winters. Her face was wreckled and scarred but her eyes lit lively in the old face.
The dark-haired man said simple spell and in the fountain appeared castle of king Munor. He waved his hand and he saw small figure, walking down the stairs in the Tower of Dragon Fang. He was focused and the man saw sorrow in him.
"This one will lead them?" he asked with disbielieve. The figure belonged to small elven child, no more than twelve. He coul
The Queen Revised PLW komnacie zapadła cisza. Popołudniowe słońce rzucało cienie na ściany, bawiąc się plamami światła, niczym kot myszą. Królowa Rabra zacisnęła pięści w niemym geście bezsilnego gniewu. Ta sytuacja była dla niej nowa, zazwyczaj to ona rozdawała karty, to ona patrzyła na wszystkich z góry. Była przecież królową, a królowe zawsze wychodziły zwycięsko z dworskich starć. Jednak on odkrył jej sekret. Zawsze był na miejscu, gdy robiła dosłownie cokolwiek, on, albo jego przeklęci szpiedzy, którzy plenili się po zamku niczym wszy. Jego dziecięca, eteryczna twarz elfa wykrzywiła się teraz w wyjątkowo podłym uśmiechu; przy niej nie musiał udawać słodkiego chłopca, ponieważ wiedziała kim i czym jest.The Queen Revised PL3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Raithea..." wyszeptała błagalnym tonem, próbuj&
FallCrawling up the wall, leaving black marksFall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a spider surrounding the world by his net
You are trying to catch me in your dusty cobweb
Not asking about my innocence, the purity of heart
With enthusiasm catches my fearfull looks
Like a serial killer, hungry for a view of humiliation
You are trying to put me on your knife
Not asking about my feelings, bursting in my chest
Pour around the water of life, giving meaning to existence
Like a god of stone and steel heart
Eat my guts with a sick pleasure
Not asking about the fire in my chest, filling me
I drink your blood from the crystal cup of pleasure
Like most beautiful vampire, child of the night
Torturing your ambiguos soul and your treacherous body
In a wonderful act of revenge, drinking your pitfull yourself
You are a victim
Look at your fall
RaitheaMany, many years ago, the elves were living in the world of Karmala in association with nature and sun. They were forest children and all they needed was fresh water, fruits and company of cheerful friends. The appereance of humans changed everything, Elves, pushed from their forests, started to act like them, build palaces and manors, wanted more and more and jumped in social ledder as high as they menaged.Raithea3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
But humans were greedy and didn't like elves amongst them. They started to bash them more and more until elven lords didn't make a revolution that ended with war and failure of the children of nature. Humans made slaves from elves and made sure they won't rise their heads again.
One of the most powerful elven lords was Raithea Rhuitaure. He remembered forest times but was looking like a small child, only ten years old, with beautiful, almost unreal face and petite posture. It was effect of a curse that fell on him when he traded his soul for a power; traded it with Unseen Realms, w
Pieklo Niesmiertelnych 1.1"...Z księgi Malonitów..."Pieklo Niesmiertelnych 1.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miejsce do którego nie dociera czas
"Posłuchajcie, Sunari, bóstwa, duchy i mieszkańcy Wód Zaświatów. Sprawca nieszczęść, śmierci, zniszczenia, okrucieństwa i przyczyna zmartwień naszej bogini dobra, został wreszcie zwyciężony. Jego zwycięstwa w walce ze słabymi osłabiły jego samego, dały mu poczucie siły i złudę bycia niepokonanym, a także sprawiły, że stał się nieostrożny. Tak, jak wielu przed, nie zdołał przewyższyć sił dobra i został wreszcie, po tysiącach lat szkodzenia innym, zesłany tam, gdzie zesłane zostają Zenari, demony zniszczenia. Niech stworzenia dobra, którym on nigdy się nie tanie, odetchną z ulgą, gdyż Ziranunun, bóstwo węży, został w końcu pokonany!".
- I teraz zapewne mają wybuchn&
In the LibraryRaithea, known for being a bookworm, was nothing new in the library and Zakrivea knew where to search him in this late hour. She left the queen fiftheen minutes ago and had to be fast as light to be back soon; she couldn't been seen with Lord Advisor, it would be end of his plan, that he still didn't want to tell her.In the Library3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She saw him indeed in the Great Library. She hoped that his pupil, this elf Keeral, won't be with him and for her relief, she hasn't saw him near. The young sorceress clenched her fists and stepped closer to Raithea, noticing how petite he is, when he seats on the chair, with brows narrowed and concentrated expression. She felt a kind of kidness in him in that very moment but she pushed these thoughts far away, because Raithea wouldn't be happy if she told him that.
"My Lord..." she leaned to him, apparently being a surprise for him in this part of the castle, because he moved nervously and looked at her with slight anger in his eyes. "Queen doesn't need my services right
KrolowaW komnacie zapadła cisza. Popołudniowe słońce rzucało cienie na ściany, bawiąc się plamami światła, niczym kot myszą. Królowa Rabra zacisnęła pięści w niemym geście bezsilnego gniewu. Ta sytuacja była dla niej nowa, zazwyczaj to ona rozdawała karty, to ona patrzyła na wszystkich z góry. Była przecież królową, a królowe zawsze wychodziły zwycięsko z dworskich starć. Jednak on odkrył jej sekret. Zawsze był na miejscu, gdy robiła dosłownie cokolwiek, on, albo jego przeklęci szpiedzy, którzy plenili się po zamku niczym wszy. Jego dziecięca, eteryczna twarz elfa wykrzywiła się teraz w wyjątkowo podłym uśmiechu; przy niej nie musiał udawać słodkiego chłopca, ponieważ wiedziała kim i czym jest.Krolowa3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Raithea..." wyszeptała błagalnym tonem, próbuj&
Mlodzi i nienormalniRICZU - Brook?Mlodzi i nienormalni2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
RICZU - Brook, czemu nie odpowiadasz?
BROOK milczy. RICZU wpada w histerię.
RICZU - Brook, bo wpadnę w histerię.
BROOK - Och, Riczu, to nic, a tylko dostałam stupora.
RICZU - To niedobrze. Wyjdź z niego.
BROOK - Ale, Riczu, nie mogę!
RICZU - A więc stało się coś strasznego?
BROOK - Tak, Riczu.
RICZU - Co?
BROOK - Adelajda, córka Alfonsia, tego domniemanego stryja swojego bratanka Rossa, narzeczonego Malucindy, posądzonej o kradzież dzbanka w kwiatki w filii firmy odzieżowej babki od strony matki Alfonsia...
RICZU - Co, Brook, mów!
BROOK - ...okazało się, że nie jest córką Alfonsia! Co gorsza Alfonsio okazał się nie być stryjem Rossa!
RICZU - A kogo?
BROOK - Adelajdy!
RICZU - A więc Alfonsio nie jest stryjcem Rossa tylko Adelajdy. A więc Adelajda nie może poślubić Malkolma, który jest prawdziwym bratankiem Alfonsia,