Incarnated NothingPuppeteer cut off the stringsIncarnated Nothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Master has untied the leash
Guard forgot to lock the cell
And the executioner said:
'You are free to go'
There's nothing above
Below just fog
It's growing thinner
My feet are sinking deeper
When I fall through
Will someone catch me?
I guess not
Who would touch a beehive?
Or a ball of rotten seaweed?
Or an incarnated Nothing?
My friends cut off the strings
My family untied the leash
My shrink forgot to lock the cell
And my lover said:
'You are free to go'
She was realHe loved mechanical things and an artificial moon,She was real3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wrought iron willow trees and roses made of glass,
Blossom trees with bark of cardboard and petals of rice paper,
He loved stars made of fairy lights and raindrops of feathers.
Planets of plaster and electric suns,
Cotton clouds and painted skies.
He loved robotic insects and computerized birdsong,
Plastic fish and motorized waves,
Handcrafted snowflakes and wood carved mountains.
And he loved a girl.
KenningI am found in the bite of the winter.Kenning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the blizzard and the frost.
I claw at the door
And gnaw on the bones.
I am found in the face of the sun.
In the rain and the breeze.
I nurture my bride
With warmth and water.
I am found in the night;
A refuge from labour,
In the gentle embrace
Where lovers join.
I am found in all these.
In the laughter of a stream
and the wildness of the moors.
This Is Short PoetryFor short attention spans.This Is Short Poetry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ODE TO BREADMy dearest breadODE TO BREAD3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thou art my life
Without thee a tear I shed
And I surely live in strife
Thou art the wind beneath mine wings
Thou art the reason the caged bird sings
Soft edges and brown crust
For thee is truly whom I lust
And wouldst the holy firmament crack
If it was thee I did lack?
It is thee that keeps me whole
It is thee that I lay in my boot!
Bread! Thou art sweetest in a roll!
My love for thee, finest bread
Will stay with me until I am dead
Without a Voice Abalene flew. Her heart pounded, burning like a fire in her tiny chest while her little sparrow wings beat the air as quickly as she could move them. Her eyes strained in the night. Trees and brush held out their branches in a vain attempt to slow the feathered missile, but a messenger especially a messenger with a job to do- cannot be stopped.Without a Voice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was not challenged when she crossed into the territory of the usually hostile owls. The reason for that was almost comically simple: the messenger's banner she wore tied to her leg, the banner that waved in the breeze and flashed in the moonlight, was silver. Silver was the well-recognized color of the Owl Kingdom. She would not be harmed while wearing it.
She hated flying at night, but she couldn't deny a job; she was too stubborn for that.
Her target, for once, was not a bird in the official kingdom, but around the edge of it. A rogue info
My Brother's Keeper: Ch 1"It's gonna be ok," Sam urged in whispered tones as he drew in tighter around the trembling bundle in his arms. Small fingers curled into the soft material of his t-shirt and he tried not to think about how dirty and grungy that t-shirt was honestly as he scooted further into the open sewer drain he was currently hiding in. The child clinging to him didn't seem to notice though, or more accurately, he didn't much care. Castiel wasn't the sort to complain very often as an adult and his juvenile self had proven just as unflappable with the minor exception that he was scared of demons. Not that Sam could really blame him. As an adult Cas could have wiped out half of these creeps without breaking a sweat but as a child, he lacked the same amount of grace and thus was easy prey for the legions of hell who were all too eager to get their proverbial claws on him. Apparently angel babies were considered a delicacy in hell. Sam shuddered at the thought and tried to push that mental image aside.My Brother's Keeper: Ch 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warriors CRACK ChallengeWarriors Crack Challenge!Warriors CRACK Challenge5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING: Major spoiler stuff coming.
Greetings, fellow Warriors fan. So I heard that you're interested into drawing a crack pairing out? Or maybe you're writing a fanfiction about the most ridiculous pairing ever thought of in the history of Warriors? Perhaps this handy-dandy guide can be of assistance!
What? You aren't here for that? Well, if you're here anyway, why not you try my Warriors Crack Challenge for fun? Your goal is to take this CRACK-pairing generator and either draw a picture, make a comic, or write a short fanfiction on a pairing you roll from it. Quick note-we at the network are perfectly willing to supply you some Brain Bleach if you need it.
First of all-do you have a d20 (twenty-sided die) and a d4 (four-sided die)? Pencil and paper to mark down the crack you're receiving? Good. If not, then use an online random generator and set it to the appropriate maximum and minimum to get the scores.
Loneliness is colder than SnowLoneliness is colder than Snow6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Syaoran paced up and down around the lounge nervously. Fai and Kurogane sat on the couch patiently, while Mokona paced back and forth with Syaoran. They were waiting for Sakura to return from having Dinner with the Head of the Vision family that sponsors the chess tournament. They were restless, for the invitation went only to the Master of their team, which was Sakura; meaning that they couldnt go along with her. So if something happened there would be nothing they could do if they werent there to help her; making the rest of the Black team feel even more anxious. Fai would turn to look at the clock on the wall from time to time, checking to see how long Sakura had been gone. She had been gone a very long time now; surely just a simple dinner didnt take this long. Suddenly the door opened and the Princess theyd been patiently waiting for walked in.
Im back. Sakura said simply, without much emotion. Sakura! Mokona squealed as he imm
Strawberry KissJonouchi and Yuugi spent the afternoon together. Anzu recently had barely time to go away with her friends because she trained for her dance perfomance next week. And Honda was busy, too. His older sister came to visit him and he spent time with her. Also she had brought her son, who had caused a lot of trouble years ago. (Death-T, remember?)Strawberry Kiss3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Suddenly there was a knock. Yuugi and Jonouchi lifted up their heads. It was Yuugi's mother, who brought a bowl of strawberries. She said that vitamins were important for younger men and left the room. Jonouchi greedily rubbed his hands together and stared at the strawberries. Yuugi's mother was just great! She always thought of her son and took care of him. He had to admit that he was a little envious. Since the divorce of his parents he had a lof of problems at home. But Yuugi's mother was so kind and caring towards him that he did not know how to thank her. She even cooked for him and the blonde boy had to admit that he had gotten thicke
The Accident chapter 3The Accident Chapter 3The Accident chapter 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, guys!" Aelita shouted when she ran hastily into the cafeteria during lunch time, waving with her cell phone.
Odd, Yumi and Ulrich had already started eating their meals. Aelita was too excited to even think about eating at that moment. She did not care that people at the cafeteria were staring at her in confusion.
"What happened?" Yumi asked immediately. Aelita did not even take her seat, but merely leaned on the edge of the table.
"Guess what! Jeremie's woken up! His parents just called me!" she gasped.
She saw her friends' faces lit up with wide smiles as they processed this information.
"Oh God, that's awesome!" Yumi exclaimed and hugged Aelita above the table.
Aelita finally settled down and started to cry and it was the cry of pure happiness. Odd and Ulrich did not hide their happiness, either.
"So Aelita, when will we be able to pay him a visit?" Odd asked.
"Well... the access to him is still limited. But I'm going to see him tomorrow anyway!" she sai
Men and Monsters"Why can't serial murderers kill like normal people?"Men and Monsters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I paused for a moment, shooting Detective Rattigan a sideways glance before I finished lighting my cigarette. "What?"
"You know," Rat said. "With a quick stab. Or a gun. Like a normal person."
"I'm a little disturbed by your apparent belief that it's normal for people to kill each other. Maybe you've been working this job a little too long," I said, kneeling to examine the bloody corpse that lay in front of me.
"I'm just saying that there are easier ways to kill someone, that's all. Quick knife blade in between the ribs, that's all it takes."
"Rat? Do me a favor and stop talking."
That man frightens me sometimes. John Rattigan has been my partner for almost 4 years, and I still haven't gotten used to his... eccentricities. Still, he's smart and reliable enough, and a good cop. I looked back at the body, taking a drag from my
:Forbidden- Ch 3::Forbidden- Ch 3:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm going on my jog!"
I zipped up my sweatshirt, as I thumped down the stairs, coming face to face with my mom at the last step. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were fixed on me with a stern glare.
"You're not going to meet up with that emo kid again are you?"
I exhaled with aggravation as I recalled the occurrence that happened a few nights ago. I had lied to my mom about who I went out with and got home late, causing my parent's suspicions to rise and their trust to diminish like leaves in the wind. It was difficult now to even take a step onto the front porch without them sticking their noses into my business. It was more annoying than anything.
"You know I go for a jog every Sunday morning," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Nothing about that has changed. I jog to the city, visit the music store, and jog home."
She stood there for a minute, her hand to her chin, as if contemplating on whether she should let me go or not.
APH - Pampered - usukUSUK - PamperedAPH - Pampered - usuk5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Somehow, through a confusing chain of events, England had ended up at America's house. It was about six in the morning when he arrived at the American's doorstep, the sun was just barely creeping its way up into the sky.
Apparently Arthur had gone on a drunken rampage and walked around all night until he ended up at Alfred's house. During the time he was wandering, he had sobered up and tried remembering the events of the previous hours, but with no success.
All he knew was this, he was at Alfred's house and he was hung-over. He stumbled into the house without knocking. He looked up sleepily to see a surprised American staring him.
"Uh, hi, Iggy. What happened to you? No offense, but you kinda look like crap," said Alfred bluntly. He sipped his coffee.
Arthur groaned and leaned against a doorway. He didn't reply.
"Artie, drinking like you do isn't good, you could get into a lot of trouble-" Al
VillainVillain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But why not?" I complained and looked back at my parents. "You let Jack go off all the time whenever we come to the mall!"
"He is with Bran and Raven most of the time, and is older." My mother said not unkindly. "You need to stay with us."
"I'd be with Lily!" I said indignantly. They always let my brother do whatever the hell he wanted. He was three years older big deal. That didn't mean anything. I was old enough to be trusted to do things by myself. Just because he was 15 didn't mean that he deserved any special privileges.
"Mom, Dad, I think he should be able to go hang out with his friends." The raven spoke up from where he was walking next to our mother.
"See? Even Jack agrees that I should!" We were walking along the sidewalk. We lived close enough to the mall that we didn't have to waist gas to head out. We were planning on watching a movie at the theater, and then our parents were going to go shopping. If it happened the way they want I would be stuck going all over the
PhotographPhotograph4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
The photograph that lies on top of the old desk on the main hallway is one of the best secrets kept at Xavier's Mansion.
There's no student that had never seen it; in fact, Jean came to the conclusion, the Professor had, rather unconsciously, placed it on a way that the photo was immediately seen once you got into the house. To an ordinary guest, that picture was just one amongst thousand similar others that covered almost every plain surface available at the Mansion: from students to mutant activists, the house staff and old friends from all over the world; pictures plastered together over the walls on a not-very-distinguishable fashion matching with mixed pro-mutant articles and graduation diplomas. It seemed important to the Professor that everyone remembered the good times they've had together; it was his own way of showing them that
Someday We Can Start Again CH1He still felt lost. After a year. He still had no idea whether the decision had been the best thing for him, or the worst. He'd thought leaving would make things right. Make him feel strong. He wouldn't have to see Tulio and Chel doting and kissing. Wouldn't have to curl into Altivo and cover his ears to try to stifle the sound of the one he'd loved for years sharing his affections with someone he barely even knew.Someday We Can Start Again CH13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He lived his life mechanically now, found no joy in anything, never genuinely laughed or smiled anymore. All his and Tulio's friends and 'colleagues', as it were, had asked as to his whereabouts. Miguel had just blankly responded that he wasn't around anymore and hurried the conversation along.
It was a freezing winter evening that found him in his shoddy rented apartment, staring into space and trying to summon up the energy to go out and 'work'.
Tulio stared up at the imposingly derelict building, rocking back and forth on his feet anxiously and half-watching his breath fo
The Soul Catcher And The GreyI saw your eyes on the horizon tonight, staring at me in a perfect grey picture. They were beautiful. I saw your soul dance and breathe in the green sea today. In that moment I was reminded of your purple converses and wilful smile. In that moment I knew that nature was mourning you too.The Soul Catcher And The Grey4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind me a man with a camera took a picture, I don't know why, maybe he saw you standing, gazing, over my shoulder. You see, my friend, if I had a camera and I saw your twisted curls and sculpted face... well, I'd take a picture too.
Your soul was everything. It was too whole and too pure for the sin of love to touch. It was as well rounded as a nacreous tear cried at dawn and as fresh as a babe's wailing face at first breath.
On my skin I felt your kisses as the rain fell on and around me. As I sit here writing this the wind tousles my
Things I'll Never Tell YouLovino rolled over onto his stomach, taking partial care not to jostle the bed too much. Earthy brown eyes trailed over a sleeping form, eyebrows nit firmly together in a frustrated line. He nibbled on a pink lip as he watched Spain inhale deeply, completely carefree in his deep sleep. Then again, he was always carefree, wasn't he?Things I'll Never Tell You4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dark brown locks had fallen messily over his tanned visage. His mouth hung slightly open, silently letting in air as he dreamt. The Spaniard's built but lean frame rose and fell in a calm, rhythmic pattern, not to be disturbed by any one soul.
Romano took all this in, feeling more and more introverted every second he did so. He longed to touch that smooth skin again, something he had not dared to do since childhood. He wanted to push the hair lightly away from his face so as to get a better look at his gentle features. But he dared not move.
Instead, he chose to look. To stare silently at the things he could not have, gnawing at his lower lip till it threate
Naruto Crossover Ch.4-Mission #1: Find Naruto Uzumaki!-Naruto Crossover Ch.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't see him anywhere! Ugh, this is humiliating." Emily complained.
"Maybe he's on a mission or something, and besides, we don't even know what episode we're in." Kendall contemplated.
"Then we could only go to Kakashi and meet him at the Ichiraku Ramen Shop." I said, while shuffling my feet in the dirt. They both agreed with a nod.
I never thought finding Naruto would be this hard. Maybe we weren't looking around at the right places. Maybe we wasn't thinking like him. Or maybe he's just everywhere at once that our eyes couldn't catch a glimpse of his spiky yellow hair.....or maybe we're just having bad luck.
After rummaging around in my thoughts, we have arrived at the ramen shop. I took the first seat to the far left side, nearest to the wall. That way I could lean against something if I don't have the strength to sit up straight. Kendall took her seat next to mine, and Emily followed after her. The little restaurant was adorable. With it's high
Mass Vexations 2: Chapter 43"Shepard, are you insane? A geth unit?"Mass Vexations 2: Chapter 434 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I know what I am doing."
"Somehow, I doubt that."
"Rael'Zorah, you have to understand that-"
"It's a geth, Shepard! How do you know it's not going to turn on you later?"
"I don't. But that doesn't mean-!"
"Then you always assume the worst!"
"Tali, stay out of this!"
I glance over to Tali as she reels back slightly, her father still maintaining that sort of angry look he's had all debriefing. I mean, jeez... he's so unhappy it's radiating out of the helmet!
Well... this debriefing isn't going well. We only just got into the comm room, and already Rael is hurling anger at everyone else in the room. Somehow, despite the fact that I already told him that Legion was coming, he's still throwing a pretty bad fit. And it's not pretty. Miranda, Jacob, and the rest of the ground team that was at the derelict Reaper are also there. And the whole time, Rael keeps making violent gestures at the geth unit as he stands unphased to the side.
:Forbidden- Ch 7::Forbidden- Ch 7:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stopping a block away from my house, Talen put the car in park and stared out the windshield. I turned in the passenger's seat to stare at him one last time, his hazel eyes shifting to me as I smiled a bit.
"I don't want this night to end," I whispered, staring at my hands in my lap.
"Me neither," The black-haired man whispered, caressing my face in his hands. "But I had a really good time. I'm glad you like me back."
Talen leaned forward and let his fingers sift through my hair as his lips gently brushed mine, bringing me into a tender kiss. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up, tracing Talen's prominent jaw bone with my fingers as he moved closer, putting more pressure on our lips. He pulled away slowly, grinning slyly.
"W- What's with that face?" I stuttered, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" He asked, leaning back and making my face burn with unease. "It seems like you've had practice before."
"I- I d
A New Past: Version 2A New Past: Version 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ran blinked his multi-colored eyes open in confusion when he heard a soft vibrating sound come from the other side of the room. He was about to sit up and investigate, when he heard the light "tap, tap, tap" of fingers hitting a keyboard. He then assumed Hisoka had received a late-night text message. He rolled his eyes in frustration and pulled the blankets over his head, letting his eyes closed again. He heard another vibration, followed by that same tapping sound. Once again, he attempted to sleep once more, when there was another vibration.
He grew frustrated and pulled the blankets down slightly, subtly rolling over so as not to alarm his roommate and peered at his through narrowed eyes. His raven-haired companion looked disheveled in the soft glow of his cell phone, and the luminescent light turned his skin a ghostly white color, revealing small bags under his eyes, and blood-shot sclera. He honestly appeared to be a mess, in the raven's opinion. Not to mention his mess