Cat And Mouse MissionCat And Mouse Mission3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Raph looked around and enjoyed the sea breeze as he stood on his ship, his eagle perched himself on Raphs arm. Raph looked at the eagles feet and found a note he pulled it off and read it. “Hmmm” He let the eagle fly away and he started to walk off the ship he walked down the street for a little and then climbed up to the roofs. He ran along them checking any courtesan houses that he knew in Rome… Finally he saw the templar come out of one but then joined by others, Raph sighed. He walked past the templar’s with his head down and walked inside the courtesan house.
“Oh, hello Raphael, long time no see” Raph turned his head to see a familiar face.
“Hello Daniela, Si I have a girlfriend now” Daniela raised an eyebrow.
“Then I guess your not here for fun” Raph rolls his eyes a little…
“No I’m not, I’m here for information, that templar that was just here”
“Si? He was what about i
The Chains that Bind chapter 2The Chains that Bind chapter 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Chain of Command
Heavy winds and violent rain lashed at a cloaked figure as she galloped through the Ever free forest. Zecora had been kind enough to offer her hut to weather the storm, but the shadowy figure had politely declined. In truth, the trinkets that decorated the shamans hut creeped her out no end. Of course, she would never admit it, if anyone found out that she of all ponies was afraid of such things, they would laugh at her, and she couldn't stand that. I must get to Ponyville she thought to herself, closing her eyes as the water beneath her hooves splashed up at her face. The wind whipped at her pale blue mane, even within her drapes, and she was forced to find a moments shelter from the raging storm. As gales howled and a veritable curtain of torrential rain battered the sleepy forest, the pony looked out from her little nook, her heart pounding against her chest.
"You couldn't even begin to be this powerful, could you?" a voice spoke out, one that soun
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Emerald Wave BioEmerald Wave Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Emerald Wave
Nickname/Alias(es): Emey, Wave.
Age: Older Filly 14-ish
Additional Status: Average
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Green, short on head but longer on tail. Somewhat spikey and wavy.
Eye Color: Light Green
Cutie Mark: A single green fish
Other Scars/Markings: Has freckles just above her nose.
Physique: Somewhat skinny and ever so slightly taller than most ponies.
Current Residence: A Small cottage in Whitetail Wood
Job: Swim teacher. She provides swimming lessons to ponies who simply don't know how. She also helps take care of the underwater animals.
Closest Friends: Candy Wick (art coming soon!)
Courting/Courted By: None
Likes: Swimming , Fish , Water , Summer , Mysteries , Friends , Sweets , Nightmare Night, Braeburn
Dislikes: Flying , Not being able to fly
The Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird ZapdosThe Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird Zapdos4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mewtwo glared at Lucario, eyes so ferocious he was certain he would go blind if he did not look away from them. Supposedly the powerful psychic had the ability to kill him before he could even blink, and so he sharpened his reflexes as much as possible and was ready to leap away at the slightest notice of an attack. Meanwhile, the dark radiance grew so thick and hopeless that Lucario wondered if maybe he had already been attacked, life fading away from him as he was slowly dying.
Instantly, everything let up as Mewtwo turned his back to them through a swaying motion, Lucario falling forward in surprise.
"Farewell," he said, bending his legs to the ground and getting ready to take off.
"Wait, Mewtwo!" Mew shouted in surprise as she flew towards him, "You came all this way for nothing!?"
"Silence, original!" Mewtwo roared ferociously, stopping himself but still not turning around, "I tolerate your presence under protest. If you wish me to mingle with other legendaries, regular Pokém
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn to be held
I can no longer stay
So please take me, and hide me before it's too late
I never wanted you to know that I don't care about myself anymore
You need to know up until this day I still feel so, so hollow
It's okay, it's okay, feel my peace, I'm giving it to you, so don't worry
Because you need it more
What Is Existence Someone Please Tell MeThe cashier who sold me salted peanuts says "dead animal can swim." She looks at her hands. But dead animal can't swim. It's buried in beauty and beauty floats through the air. Maybe you can bury beauty in a balloon and tie it to a mailbox. "I don't know" says the cashier while she smells the dead animal that is dead inside of her. "There is no time for these questions when there is living fire that does not yet live here." So we set to burning the gas station. We run away. We run up a hill to where music is handing out free emotions with no memories. The cashier climbs in through music's translucent body and becomes its memory. Together we sing you are not lonely, you are not lonely, you are not lonely while stars fall down through beauty and salt the burnt earth.What Is Existence Someone Please Tell Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
An artistAn artist4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Nine of MeSelection of Poems for HimNine of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I cannot in right mind
object to the way the blue blends into black
so subtly and perfectly, without me noticing
the separate shades, floating in sky,
then I may not become the darkest of nights
for it, in all its empty matter,
is painted on the horizon, and already there.
Dripping faucets have not been turned
all the way closed, cannot slice through that
liquid blue and reach the valve
that hide me valve,
turn off the water and you will
see the blood running,
turn off the water and you will
see the throat jumping;
for attention lies not in shaken heads
(no, why this color?)
yes, shaken heads
and second thoughts -
only for those who can suffice,
the water fading on the blanket cloth,
she’s sleeping like a figurine,
while crumpled I cannot be seen,
for all the rain.
Physically, the area
on the left side of my chest -
yes, I know what lies
in that raucous rib cage depths -
is ripping sideways
and spilling out of my skin
Wings Of FireWings Of Fire4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Fire
Send me off to the fiery abyss
Free me from life's grip
Morals have been tortured
Strengths have been reversed
Desires have been submersed
I plead for you to pass the torch
Hand over the destiny I've been waiting for
Let me finish off this unbearable dirge
Weep not for singed sins
Leave behind the memories
Mourn not for scarred skin
Forgive every tragedy
Set ablaze that darkness within
Grasp onto serenity
Fuel the flame for the ending
Cling onto clarity
There's peace after pain
Calm can engulf chaos
There's love behind hate
Freedom masks weakness
I've abandoned every promise
I couldn't complete what was said
My hope cannot rise from the ashes
Please, do not follow my footprints of flame
They only lead down a path where infernos cascade
There is no honorable life or even death for what I became
Consume this cruel reality
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 7•3rd POV•Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the morning she wakes up to the scent of frying meat and cheese potatoes. Her face and abdomen ached, and she decided to get ready before she went down to eat. She wanders around until she finds a bathroom, a few doors down.
'Argh. Why does my stomach hurt so bad? Was it the pasta? Nah, I practically ravish their food supply whenever I come over. What's wrong? Ugh, I hope I'm sick today.' _______ wonders to herself.
She sits down and she almost screamed.
'What the hell, did I shit myself?!' She mentally screamed waddling around the bathroom with her underwear pooling at her knees. 'What is that?!'
'My god...' Reality hits her.
'I just started my very first strawberry week...in a house full of men. On a school day. And I'm not sick, or good at acting. Joy...' She takes a breath and starts unwrapping the bandages before washing her face.
After a while, and for some odd reason, she found a few of what she 'needed' in the medicine cabin
Day 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)Char: Dorian & NoahDay 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Summ: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Warning: Sexual Humor
30 Days of Noah
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He’d been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. Dorian had turned to follow the Qunari’s gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who sat by the fire, staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn’t heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
“Bull?” Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. “Is he looking at Blackwall like that?”
“I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…”
Sweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)Chars: Dorian & Val’AishlymSweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)6 months ago in Humor More Like This
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: This is why we usually just skip this scene - it never really works out how people think it does.
Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym
Sweet & Sour
Dorian was giddy. If you asked him why he looked so giddy, he would probably just tell you it was gas – then again, he probably wouldn’t even tell you that or anything at all. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘My, you imply I glow? I didn’t know you paid much mind to me – but then again, who could ever ignore such devilish looks like the ones I own?’ to which the person speaking to him either wanted to throw something at him, throw him, or vomit….or all of the above.
Anyhow, he was currently prepping for his date with the inquisi