'Eating Faeries' 1'Eating Faeries' 110 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Even under the hot sun, an October chill was in the morning air. The conditions of the Arizona autumn were still far more tolerable when compared to the frozen tundra of the northern states. Many in places like Colorado and Montana wished they could be in the warm, moderate Arizona sun, which tempered the chill of the fall and created a nice warm climate devoid of any frost.
But those northern states were not in that Arizona sun, they were cold and shivering in the early snows of their own October chills. Despite this warmth, many of the native Arizonians wore coats this morning. It was only sixty degrees out, but they were shivering and putting on coats and sweatshirts. Even in the land of the sun, people still felt cold in the fall.
The squat buildings of Phoenix barely broke the skyline of the city. An urban landscape with a mountain or two out on the edges; the east side of Phoenix was a quiet and still on that morning. Some pu
TrustTrust9 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm sitting next to you, on your left. It truly is a symbol of trust because it is your weaker side. You trust me.
You're leaning on your elbow, chin resting on your knuckles. You're leaning towards me; again, trust.
You lids are hooded, feigning lack of interest, but I know you're paying full attention. You recross your legs, the swish of the gauzy cotton ringing in my ears. A familiar sound.
Whoever is speaking I'm not acknowledging anymore; I know you'll reiterate to me. Later tonight, we'll talk and I'll have my knowledge as If I'd read a book.
Suddenly, you glance at me through your peripheral. I'm trained enough to not react, but it surprises me nonetheless. You always surprise me; I wonder why. But in that moment when our eyes lock, we share a conversation. We have plans for tonight. I imagine your chestnut hair on my alabaster skin. I push the thought away. Impassive.
You smirk; you know. You trust me.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The meeting has adjourned, and we stand. I g
7 Lovely SinsThe7 Lovely Sins9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Book of
1 This is how you will know to mark the young among men,
for this is the prayer they pray, again and again.
2 It is these who should be marked and minted into lives worth being spent.
3 These are the words they speak in vain,
"Our father who art in us, tradition be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, in me as it is in him.
Give us this day our lovely sins1—those of youth and innocence.
And forgive us our deviance, as we forgive those who differ from us.
And lead us not into similarity, but deliver us from the collective.
For thine is the prison, and the scorn, aimed at abnormal men."2
1:3 1 7 Lovely Sins, Quintessence 1, New Testament
1:3 2 Hope's Prayer, Quintessence 43, New Testament
The Book of
1 Behold, these are the sins
for which you shall be told to repent
red snowIt was like any other day of romance. Two young couple stood by the street lightred snow9 years ago in General More Like This
waiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat
they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though…the sky was dark grey with white speckled floating down.
Few minutes passed by and it was still quiet. There weren't any shops open at this late hour, nor any customers passing by.
Suddenly the girl spoke quietly.
"I think the dinner went pretty nicely" she said.
"I think the meat could have been less salty thought..." the boy spoke in silence. They laughed silently for few seconds and the conversation stopped. In a moment the boy started to mumble something. The girl looked at him slowly as he started chewing on his finger.
"how many times have I told you not to bite your finger?" she quickly pulled the hand away from his mouth.
"..I…I'm sorry I didn't realize I was" he quickly put his hands back in his pocket.
The girl gulped and closed her eyes. "if the the
Shoot Me, That's An Order.You think you’ve got it bad?Shoot Me, That's An Order.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You really do?
The cuts down your arms are real?
Or for show?
You stand before me with a gun to your head.
Is it even loaded?
What would you do if I took it off you and threatened to shoot?
I’ll tell you.
You’d beg for your life.
You don’t want to die.
It’s a pantomime.
I’ll tell you a bit about acting.
My life is a show.
The smile plastered across my face?
The costumes always worn?
Cover the scars and new cuts alike.
The amazing adventures of the girl who wants to die.
I’ve had a noose around my neck.
I’ve had a blade to my wrists.
I’ve had a bottle of bleach to my lips.
But something inside’s stopped me each time.
So if you’re really going to shoot.
You think you’ve got it so very very bad.
Let’s go together.
Because if you’ve got it bad,
My life must be fucking awful.
So before you pull that trigger,
Sex Tawk 101Sex Tawk 10110 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sex Tawk 101 - What's the REAL deal with the 'Birds and the Bees'
Ok, I (fortunately ) wasn't 'treated' by my parental units to this particular version of 'THE chat' during my formative years (I've got enough OTHER topics to last me through a life-time's worth of therapy, thank you very much ). For your reference, I actually learned about sex just like everyone else my age did – through clown-mime porn , watching farm animals boink, and spying on Mrs Bumsickle – my buxomed next door neighbour and her ultra-lascivious cabana boy, Octavio, partaking of the 'flesh cotillion' in the apartment laundry room (and no, NOT concurrently with the aforementioned farm critters, perverts – incidentally, as an aside, I've never been able to look at an ironing board without salivating, but that – and the loss of my virginity to a French contortionist circus-mime on Bastille Day – is a story for another day)
As such, it just seems a bit of an unusual allegorical reference
The OutsidersAll our lives, we have been measured, scaled, graphed and compared to people, counterparts and otherwise. Throughout history, human beings have become nothing more than statistics. Life itself has become nothing more than a charade. It was whether you conformed or resisted. Those who conform are then seen as a viable member of the common society. Those who resisted become known as outsiders. The outsiders who were inferior to them and were shun away from the world as they know it and are constantly treated with disgust and disrespect.The Outsiders9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
We are the middle children of history with no purpose or place. We have become rejects. Nothing is sacred when it comes to us. We are the targets of scorn and the scapegoats in the very end. We have not been given the respect we should have deserved in the first place. We are treated as such, but we also don't want to be treated otherwise either. Because we know that out there lies a world full of lies. Everything we see are illusions. It is not a beautif
NearNearNear9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Ciarra Del Rosario
All the Love has gone,
Now i'm back here,
but don't worry about me,
I won't cry my dear.
For you helped me along the way,
Although through so much you didn't stay,
Just remember that i'll always be here,
Eventhough i'm not near.
My ApologyShe sat by her window and counted the marks that could have been fingerprints. Could she perhaps charter the aborted journeys clumsily strewn across her heart? Are all dogs able to find the bones they so knowingly hide? Do lovers return to the scene of the crime? The wine tasted bitter and her cusp tore her tongue. The alphabet danced in her mind's eye peddled by a faintly familiar tune. It was him. It had to be.My Apology9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She thanked all the saints she barely believed in and frolicked about her bed. The sheets still in precise disarray. Had the world stopped revolving she would never have noticed. Fall had chilled the air yet set the trees aflame. At an odd hour she'd stare at her companion in the befitted glass that looked everything like her but nothing at all.
She rummaged through the tin. One heart had a threatening chip, her fingers retracted in fright. Another's lettered print was missing an "l" and a "v". Frantic and aimlessly, her fingers swiveled about collecting sweet yet fortuneless
BF: Endless Marching BandBF: Endless Marching Band9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When I was still alive there
She told me that one day
All our times would have to come
We all become a part of that Endless Marching Band.
But someday now
In another place
I'll be watching
With Tears in my eyes
I'll be so proud of you.
When you defeat them:
Your inner demons.
You'll see all the progress you have made.
Would You, follow me there?
One day, I'll leave you
I can't come back again
But Aeris, I love you
You don't know how I wish I could stay.
Now don't cry
I wouldn't have it any other way
You have so much left to do
Before your time will come
And join me in the Endless Marching Band
Because one day
Your kids will grow up
And you'll be watching
With tears in your eyes
They'll make you so proud
With all the progress they'll make
Would You, follow me there?
One day, I'll leave you
I can't come back again
But Aeris, I love you
You don't know how I wish I could stay.
Sometimes I get the feeling
That it's You watching over me
Vulcanos- HArpg breed sheetVulcanos breed-Vulcanos- HArpg breed sheet7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Horses of the lava
FAQ is at the bottom
Stone is the sole founding stallion of this breed. He stole a herd of black and grey mares, a herd that he has kept up over the generations. As one of the immortals, he will continue to sire foals forever, keeping the breed in existence through history.
Because he is an immortal, his genetics allow unlimited inbreeding of his foals with no degradation until the third generation. Aka full or half siblings that he fathered can inbreed, and their offspring can inbreed, but any further inbreeding will cause problems. The exact cause of this is unknown- it is theorized that his genes are borderline incompatible with normal horses and as such cause problems when they are no longer the dominant genetic information in the horse.
Firetone: colors, markings and patterns of red/yellow/orange. Can be pure or dark red, pure orange, or pure yellow, but are usually a mix of all three- looks like the flickering flame of a wood fire.
The Stolen ChildThe Stolen ChildThe Stolen Child6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Where dips the rocky highland
Of sleuth wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats
There we've hid our fairy vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand
He stared up at the trees at the far end of the village, a solid wall of brown wood and green leaves. They seemed to taunt him, barricading him from the world outside of Kakariko. The only times hed been outside the village was when his mother took him to the market, but that wasnt anything like the forest. He wanted to see the trees, the plants.
He wanted to see the fairies.
He had heard the stories told by the old ladies of the village that fairies lived in the woods. They were beautiful creatures of light that loved to dance in the woods, or so the lad
The Hidden PulleyI think those are the offices/and this is where we used to play.The Hidden Pulley10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd ask you play now -
- would it be the same?
It would not. I know everything now.
You're bringing me back to a new estate; but send me by myself. I am only alone,
sitting at the bus stop in the smell of the kitchen, the memory of cloud…
…and a faint memory that I know is me. Know that you've never really cared,
but hope that you at least enjoy my company.
The day begins with the vaguest clue. The sun rises…
…on the scene where I sit by the pond. You caught a tadpole and took it away.
I cry, with an empty net. I couldn't catch a single thing. I could not catch -
Secret Tub Fun 7 - PrologueIn the beginning, the world was not as we know it today. There were no monsters, and the spirits did not slumber as they do now. The elements roamed freely, and our ancestors lived short lives in their shadow, clinging to the edge of existence. Two ancient ponies, the oldest ones in the world and among the first ponies to be born, would change this, and bring the natural harmony that we enjoy.Secret Tub Fun 7 - Prologue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A mountain sang out a mournful call to the heavens. His friend, a beautiful river, had been dammed by a rockslide from his neighbor. How was he to feed her meltwater from his great beard of snow now? Surely, she would die without it, and he would be left friendless. Alone.
Grandmother Moon turned her face toward the mountain. "Why do you cry, sad mountain?" she asked. "Is the night too dark? Are the stars too bright?"
"No, Grandmother Moon," said the mountain. "My neighbor has dammed my friend the river, and now I cannot feed her me
To Save the PlanetThe party has recently acquired the Highwind and Cloud has just been found in Mideel. Tifa sits awake looking at him while he nods his head and mumbles unintelligibly.To Save the Planet10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"He's been like this since I've been here." Tifa thinks to herself. "The doctor says he's been like this for a while, since they found him in fact. He was in the Lifestream four days if he's been here only three. What's happened to him?"
The nurse enters. She looks at them both. "You should get some rest. You haven't slept a wink since you got here. I know you're worried but these things take time. He'll be here in the morning." She leaves.
"She is right; I haven't rested at all since I've been here." Tifa lies down on a stretcher. "I'm a bit tired. It doesn't matter anyway, I won't leave his side." She turns over to look at Cloud. "I may be sleeping but I'll be right here for you so don't worry." Tifa goes to sleep.
On the Highwind the rest
Raven's Infinite Power - AU FMGDarkness had taken the realm. The skies burned eternally, black clouds hovering as smoke high above. The seas were dyed crimson - washing blood upon forsaken shores. The land was barren, crumbling and cracking apart as nothing grew. This was a dead world; those still hiding in their shelters, as if hoping this would pass like a nightmare, would eventually wither away to nothing. Before Her, all else was trivial. Her mere existence was all that mattered anymore in this realm. It was proof - proof that she had conquered and made this realm Hers. Proof that only She reigned supreme over all.Raven's Infinite Power - AU FMG3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Footsteps like thunder shook the land as people ducked for cover, hoping she would pass. One of Her loyal warriors. The Select Few, handpicked by the Goddess herself. With scarlet, blood-stained hair, sickly green eyes and exotic, tanned skin, she surveyed the ruins of civilization herself. She stood above ordinary Humans - at least ten times greater. With arms capable of ripping skyscra
BirthBirth5 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Mother, I don't want to wake up."
A cloudy yellow and pink shield fit tightly over my eyes. It was dark, but the light shone through what I assumed to be a thin layer of something around me. I could feel the bottom stirring; the container was shifting underneath me. Head tucked downwards, legs bunched up; I was crouched in a fetal position. The pink and yellow was so warm, I didn't want it to go away. She knew it was time and without words she told me. I knew I should trust her judgment. Father trusted her.
I imagine to the unknowing eye, I would have looked strange from the outside. At the time I did not know of course, what the outside was. I did not know there was an outside to begin with. Still to the curious passerby I was only a bud. A small seed that grew in front of the all seeing eyes of the forest. From a tiny seed that flourished into what some would say was a giant bud that would soon be in bloom. The leaves around me were ready to part and separate
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority
Perfect Morsels.....Perfect Morsels.....7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
My tummy is bursting with happiness.
During an interveiw once I was asked why it was so important to the Inupiaq People that we continue to rely on the arctic to provide for our food. I stumbled and mumbled something I'm sure...but I do remember saying, it is a connection with our ancestors.
I have just finished cleaning the table off after dinner. We literally had no non-Native foods on the menu. For dinner we ate ; boiled caribou meat, soft and seasoned with nothing but salt and pepper, muktuk dug out from the depths of our freezer, a chunk that was soft and buttery smooth, Seal oil that we ourselves harvested and prepared from the spring, it tasted sweet and not at all fishy, the epitome of love in a jar, and dried caribou meat that we dried this summer, clean and cruchy, in an addictive manner.
A connection with ancestor, in the midst of gorging, I took my ulu and swiflty cut the boiled meat into small bit sized pieces, ready
SupermanSuperman9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I get asked a lot, by those brave enough to approach me, what it feels like to be "on top", to be the single most revered and beloved man in the world. Many times have I been asked this, and to this day, I'm still unsure as to how to properly answer. Because of this, I usually reply with something along the lines of, "I'm used to it," simply because that's what people want to hear. Or rather, that's what the Shinra Corporation wants me to tell them. President Shinra, a coward of a man, tells me that I am the company's greatest asset, and that I should love it, and that I should frequently tell people how much I love it. I should love being "on top", able to fly far above the heads of all mere mortals on the Planet. He's trying to fill my head with thoughts of power and arrogance; of soaring over everyone, simply because I am the Great General Sephiroth, and I am supposed to make people fear me.
But I can't stand flying. I can't stand the ever-present sense of other peop