Secret Santa-A Little SurpriseWally woke up slowly in the cave as the sound of a phone ringing echoed in his ear. He went to grab his cell, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a long white glove one his hand.Secret Santa-A Little Surprise3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What the…" Wally looked down to see himself in a light blue dress, puffing out over his hips and legs. Wally let out a scream unparalleled by any girl. Everyone woke up and stared at Wally and laughed, until they looked down to realized they were in the same predicament.
"Something's wrong with this picture." Dick announced as he looked at the guys. Everyone looked like they had stepped straight out of a Disney movie, sporting the same outfits as the princesses. Conner had a small shirt exposing his midriff with puffy pants; Kaldur was in a long, sleek pink dress with a white trim on the top, leaving his shoulders uncovered. Dick looked down to see himself in puffed up yellow dress with a yellow sash hanging around the bottom area.
"You're telling me! Someone better explain why I look like I'm he
SigynSigyn and Loki wait in the damp twilit cave, listening to the eerie echoes of each poison drip and the sound of their own breathing. Sigyn holds a wooden bowl over Lokis face. Slowly, it fills with the venom of a snake coiled on the rock ceiling. When the bowl is brimming, Sigyn carries it away to empty into a rock basina fermenting pool of poison. Loki is left unguarded; he screws up his eyes. The snake does not wait. Its venom splashes on to Lokis face and in torment he shudders and writhes. He cannot escape, and the whole earth quakes in his struggles.Sigyn6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Loki lies bound. That is how things are and how things will remain until the destined apocalypse: Ragnarök.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.
Never were sweeter words of love spoken by a silver tongue than when he realized that she deserved to leave himand that he didnt love her enough to let her go. And so he told her romantic
the ring on his fingerLoki was walking through the snowland. His luck seemed to run out. Just now a snow storm had come up, which made him watch into the distance impossible. The new snow and cold wind destroyed all the traces of the young woman, but still he did not give up and trudged in the direction in which he had followed her footprints til now.the ring on his finger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki gasped, it was not the cold, which bothered him but the strong headwind almost forced him to his knees. Even if he had to summon all his strength just to get ahead at all, how did she manage it go along? The God shuddered as he had to admit that the frail woman might already succumbed to the cold and has been covered by the snow. Was he even booted on her white grave without discovering her? No, no, it could not be! He tried to convince himself that if he had really lost her in the ice, his daughter Hel would have already been appeared as early as the soul of the young woman appeared in Niflhel. There was still hope to find the young girl alive.
RefugeSigyn did not know where she was. Fear controlled her body and countless tears ran down her cheeks. It was cold, ruthless cold. She sobbed, froze and panic filled her body. Wherever she was, she was far, far away from everything she knows, far away from Asgard. Cold wind ruffled through her hair and made her shudder. What had happened? Was she punished? Sigyn remembered how Odin's guards have come into her room and made her following them. She remembered the stranger who has surrounded her suddenly, this strange woman who brought her into a room where she has persevered and suddenly, quite suddenly, from one moment to the next she was located here. Outdoors in an unfamiliar environment. She felt her legs sank up to her knees in the snow.Refuge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Had Odin punished her for the death of the prisoner? She did not do that! No, she did not! She had taken care of him. She had done everything to ensure he stayed alive. For weeks she had taken care of the man why should she had done something to him th
Untitled story: ProloguePrologueUntitled story: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Through the smoke and flames a tall proud figure loomed. I knew this figure well. He had his usual top hat and trench coat on. In his left hand, he held his flintlock pistol half cocked. In his right, his elegant saber was at the ready. Even if I possessed the strength to stand, I would not let him see me shaking from blood loss. Around us, the wreckage of the town was alive with screaming citizens. He now stood calmly in front of me, perhaps taking in this moment. He raised his left arm, and cocked his pistol fully. I closed my eyes, waiting for my brother to pull the trigger.
Divine Justice, A Just RetributionXystus stood at the edge of a great plain, overlooking the apocalyptic scene before him, the littered debris and detritus of a spontaneous, furious war and conflagration, which had taken place just moments before. Now it was over, having happened so quickly that if he had not been there when he was he would have missed it, and that was the last thing on earth he wanted to happen. He loved wars. Curiously, though, an almost supernatural peace and calm now prevailed, and for some reason there was a sweet smell of incense, carried on the gentle breeze. Xystus, thinking on it all, found these aspects very strange, sickening really, for he had been present at countless similar wars on such killing fields before, but could not account for what he was experiencing here. Therefore, putting all that aside, and having seen all there was to see, he turned to go.Divine Justice, A Just Retribution3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A day or so previously Xystus had left his home, the Kingdom of the Kosmos, bound for the Blue Planet. To do so he crossed a dimensional
Dark Valentine, Where Love Lay, DyingIf you were out and about in the city, on this particular day, you would know that it is late afternoon, the sun is shining, and everything seems very pleasant. Looking down the street you see a man striding along. He catches your attention, because he is a little taller than most, and rather stylish. He looks purposeful, obviously with things to do, and places to go. If you knew him you would know that recently he had met a woman on the Internet who filled his thoughts. So he is happy, on top of the world, because things are going so wonderfully well for him. Then, suddenly, he frowns, as if a shadow had passed across his mind. Something was wrong.Dark Valentine, Where Love Lay, Dying3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man looked down at his left hand. There was a drop of blood at the end of a finger. Startled, he wondered where it came from. He looked around, had he touched something, had it splashed onto his hand somehow? What sort of blood was it, human? Of course he had nothing to wipe it away with. A handkerchief would do, but who carried those t
FingertipsLoki was sitting in his cell moveless, silent. Trying not to think so much, but thinking was the only thing he could do now. His bandaged eyes covered himself in endless darkness.Fingertips3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The god even didn`t know if it was night or day. No light reached his eyes. How long has he already been there? He didn`t know. He lost all his feeling for time. His eyes became useless to him.
His bounded hands even didn`t allow him to raise his arms more than few centimenters and if that wouldn`t be enought, Odin had also bounded his feet to the ground. Forced the god to sit there in an unatural posture. Oh, how much Loki wished just to move his legs in a different position. But it was senseless. His whole body was useless to him now.
He already had tried to rip out the chains from the wall the very first time he was imprisoned. He screamed, yelled all the time. Threats and insulting came out of his mouth followed by beggings for mercy. But after a time he gave up. There seemed to be no one who was there to
Imperfection PaintImperfection Paint3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying on the bathroom floor.
Scenes from fights flash before my eyes.
Screaming and shouting,
Threats said as angry promises.
A box sitting next to me,
The contents laid neatly on the bathroom floor.
An elastic bandage,
Pure white, soft gauze, folded.
Black and silver sewing scissors,
A knife disguised as a key, shimmering on a chain.
A small, thin razor blade, extracted from a disposable razor.
A small clear bottle with a spray nozzle attached, filled with hydrogen Peroxide.
My eyes flicker over each tool.
I reach out and gently grasp the razor blade.
I look over the details of the small tool,
The holes carefully drilled, the perfectly smooth and even edges.
Holding out my arm, I make random marks on my canvas.
My razor blade my brush,
My blood my paint,
My arm my canvas.
I force a perfect tool to paint marks of imperfection.
I am imperfection,
Making imperfection paint.
To Kiss the Sun, the Equinoctial ColureIn the beginning everything on Planet Earth was wonderful, verdant in an eternal summer of happiness and bliss. An Assembly of powerful, semi-immortal beings was the designated Overseers of the Earth. However, the time came when the Assembly fractured, with one faction gaining control, and banishing the rest to various assigned estates, with their powers diminished, and their influence severely curtailed. Those banished became outcasts.To Kiss the Sun, the Equinoctial Colure3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The surprising outcome of this separation, and one unseen by what remained of the Assembly, was that the Earth immediately went into a state of perpetual winter, with everything becoming frozen and barren. As time passed despair overtook Earth’s inhabitants. People scavenged for the limited available shelter, food, warmth, and other resources generally necessary for day-to-day living.
In the midst of this chaos strode Ab-EL, a righteous man. He was tall, dressed in red top and trousers marked with white flashes. He carried thunderbolts in his left
Pansexuality"Pansexuals are bisexualsPansexuality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who are just fancy snobs
in need for a 'cooler' word
to fancily name their flaws"
I've heard this said so many times
and yet believe it be untrue
it's scared people telling lies
people scared of something new
First of all I'd like to say
sexuality isn't wrong
there is no need to point it out
and call it a flaw
It's a normal part of us
how nature let's us come
there's homosexuality in all living species
and homophobia in one
Now for there difference
of pansexual and bi
Bisexuals usually have tendencies
Pans give everyone a try
We don't care
if you're from here or there
don't mind the colour of your hair
or the kind of clothes you wear
Bisexuals say "boys and girls
but I prefer one side"
there's nothing wrong with saying that
there's nothing there to hide
All we pans really care about
Is who you are and have been
Is loving you for who you are
really such a sin?
Sweet dream pathwaysNow she sleeps, a sweet reposeSweet dream pathways3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blue black hair fans about
And as silence calls her name
Her lovely unturned face, now secret smiles
As dreaming dreams of things unsaid
Wonderful images begin to flow
That are ever longing and which lead
To the wishing of wishes, but instead
Her soul slips free, rising, rising
Ever higher, riding the dreaming pathways
Heavenly bent and full of intent
Harmonics singing in her head
Until a moment that she touches
The soul of another, a lonely seeker
Meeting as a tender embrace
Where the eternal question is put,
promise .:russia x reader:.It sure is dark, you think while walking into the local park. Looking around , no one except some punk teens are there in the park. You spotted a nice bench with a light pole just above it, showering the bench with a beam of dim light. You decide it's a pretty good place to sit after all that happened today, remembering the past you giggle as you take out a small note book filled with doodles and writings; flipping to a blank page you decide to doodle a small sunflower in the middle of the note page; a slight wave of cold air hits you almost flipping the pages "woah, lemme get a jacket" you mumbled as you reached into your small bag looking for a sweater or anything that could warm you up "danm it!! Left it at home", suddenly a warm vodka smelling scarf settles softly around your neck , warming you up a little more. Frightened you look up to see who was doing that, a tall man with a cute childish smile across his face "you seem cold da~" guessing he was Russian you blush a little bit apromise .:russia x reader:.4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The ArrangementThe woman steps out onto the earth of the new countryThe Arrangement3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life already of wear and tear, but seeking a beginning
To find a soulmate, a passionate love, her only desire
Now an organized meeting, arranged opportunity made
A man chosen presents himself, his perchance to hope
She turns aside, unable to countenance the connection
Dreams so held, but another steps from the shadows
Tender words shared, her heart melts, cares forgotten
Their desire for each other, to love, to have and to hold
Then intrusions, interventions, and interference befall
Rupture, a breach forced upon them drives them apart
So in this moment her heart breaks, once again forsaken
Then she gathers herself, to fight for her new found love
And throwing off the shackles that hold, against her will
Reaches out to the one she loves, has discovered so late
Gathers him to herself yet again, to give of everything
Fear and doubt cast aside, her heart, her soul, for him
But the golden thread binding had slipped from reach
AOI: Chapter 5- Rain Cogs was dead.AOI: Chapter 5- Rain2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Word spread through the camp like wildfire, demanding a sullen and dark mood. Reagan, the stout haflinger stallion was one of the most wounded by the news, as Cogs was his dear friend before he was stowed away for suddenly being declared senile. Layla, Cogs’ fast friend along with one Cogs’ own teammates, called Brechin, also mourned the loss of the old stallion.
It was not in the nature for members of other species to grieve for one another, but Cogs had been so active in the community that it was impossible not to have known him. Before he was taken away, he had made sure that he knew everyone, and he was always striking up conversations, his cackling, wheezing laugh often echoing off the cold walls of the barracks.
SilenceI am the wind raging on the sun-scorched desertSilence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which sweeps the sand and suffocated those who can not find the way
I'm a sand storm, which destroys the lives
Then silence, total stagnation
I'm the blood that flows from your open body
Rub your dead skin with red spots
I feel your cold and your slipping being
Then silence, total stagnation
I am a wolf howling in the wilderness
who recently lost his entire herd
Until the day will pass finds him shot by fools
Then silence, total stagnation
Love song museIn the dark of the predawn a man steps into an open spaceLove song muse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pensive, reflective, he turns and gazes out toward the East
To a mystic wellspring, for the lyrics of an unsung song
To be transcribed onto the parchment placed before him
Soon a Northern breeze caresses his ear, a gentle whisper
Carrying echoes of secret words from a woman far away
They mingle with his own as they flow through his mind
Until meaning is birthed within his heart, and so spoken
Words tumble forth as shapes, a creation, a dream realized
Pages are darkened, written, the way such songs are sung
But this is a new love song, made existent, love manifest
And his dream now realized, he pauses, mindful, caring
Turning now, he faces North, imagining that far off place
Feelings of passion flow, desire inflames the heart’s intent
His love song transformed, now a living letter, given flight
An eon of timeless moments, as if borne on angel wings
For the woman, completed by startling moments of love
The letter falling gen
Age of Iron Chapter 3: CouncilAge of IronAge of Iron Chapter 3: Council2 years ago in Settings More Like This
“I’m telling you, the deer over-exaggerate everything.”
Steampunk and Rayzorblade trudged down the hills towards the towering walls that surrounded the fort in which they made their home. The walls were two feet thick, cracked and crumbling, dead vines grew up the sides, parched by the drought. Two tall iron gates opened wide, like some sort of old rusted pair of arms, beckoning all to enter. They were as old as the wall, just as thick and plain, with only a few decorative swirls etched on the rusting and dirtied metal. The sun had barely risen in the pale salmon sky, casting a glow on the two who were returning from patrol.
Rayzorblade’s shoulder plates were continuing to squeak with every s
ElektraThe twelve year old girl lay on her bed, head hanging over the edge, staring at the X-Men comic her older brother had spread on the floor.Elektra6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
If you could have any power, what would you have? He asked her.
She frowned, thinking for a moment. I dont know. What would you have?
A technopath is someone who can control machines. Talk to them, make them. If you were a technopath then you could make machines to copy other powers. Youd be invincible.
Could you make a time machine?
Yeah. Anything you can think of.
Then I want to be one.
I called it.
I bet if I tried hard enough, I could be one too.
Her brother laughed. Prove it.
I will. She rolled onto her back and stared at the light in the ceiling, brow furrowed, concentrating. They both jumped when the light exploded.
How did you do that?!
GladiatorBeing an artist sometimes feels like being a gladiator.Gladiator2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Though the occasional flowers heal the superficial wounds or boost the ego after an exhausting fight, they do nothing to keep pain at bay when I go back to my cage.
Just like gladiators who die in the arena, spilling their guts out in the concrete and omnipresent dirt, just like the reality of the screams and wails covered by the cheers of the masses... so do I spill everything I feel on paper, for your entertainment.
And just like the cuts of a sword through the flesh, going down with a shriek on the naked bone, are real, so are the nervous strokes of the pencil real, and the words are real, and the pain is real, and the love is real. And this is the only way I can do art, and you have it all, the gore and the sublime.
And I will keep doing it this way until I collapse in the dirt, with my guts spi
Age Of Iron -- PrologueAge Of Iron -- Prologue2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Earth has forever changed, my friends.
It is no longer the fruitful planet we once knew. Green grasses no longer bend beneath out hooves, paws and claws, only parched brown foliage and dustbowls are left. Parched grasses and pale red skies. Life is no longer joyous, no longer does the sweet South wind fill our lungs with the scent of seawater, and no longer do our limbs reach towards the heavens in the triumph of a new day. No, my friends. All we know is waiting now. We await the next ravage from the sandstorms of the east, we await for them to swallow up the Earth and the few remaining specks of life from this planet. We wait for this sickness to run its course. We wait for the humans to give up their meaningless War.