What is Love?"What is love?" I asked the small child sitting next to me.What is Love?2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He considered it very carfully. Seriously weighing its meaning in his young mind. We sat there on the bench together in silence as the rest of the world went about its business. A short moment passed for me, a long child's moment passed for him. Finally, he looked up, and with the gravity of a judge of human kind he gave his answer.
"Love is a hug," he said simply.
I smiled, and hugged him tightly to me. An Angel could have not given me a better answer.
follow you downit hits me when i'm lying in bed at night.follow you down4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
my skin is bare, soft against yours.
i've never let anybody else hold me quite like this.
never let anybody hold my heart with quite this grip
and maybe it's in the way your breathing hitches
just south of dreamland
or maybe in the way
your ankles are twined with mine
and the air feels warmer closest to you
i get goosebumps from the thought
of the letters that spell "forever"
for once, i'm pretty sure i'm not scared
because if "forever" means a yard and a dog
four cars, two jobs, three rats
and a warm bed at night
then i'll lace my fingers into your palm
and jump without closing my eyes
In The Land Of AikaIn the land of Lakia,In The Land Of Aika2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the city in the sky.
Fate had mete out,
A young girl who had proved her worth,
To become a great Paladin one day.
And in a land far away,
In a nation not his own,
Battled a tested Warrior of rank,
Fought against nations of power and doom,
At the Lord Marshal's command,
For their relics were unbound.
And the young Paladin watched,
The raid parties come and go,
Hoping one day she could call one her own.
In the land of Lakia,
Of the city in the sky.
The young Paladin closed her eyes,
Many monsters had fallen to her blade,
In the harsh wind-bit lands of Amarkand,
The strongest of Club Dread,
Who beat her again and again,
Would not fall.
A tear stung her eye,
As she turned to her guild and cried,
"Help me please! Assistance I need,
Forgive my weakness I beg you please.
Change must be had and I am not strong enough to bring it alone,
The dread ones must fall!"
"They can fall another day youngling,
Go gather you
Darkness, I...Darkness, I...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
Athenya-Daughter of FulgrimAthenya Tyeuthe pushed herself through the drill again, again and yet again. Each time failing to dodge or at the least parry the final attack delivered by the training cage and was knocked to the floor a new bruise blossoming somewhere on her body. Despite her failure she savored the drilling, it was the only time where thinking about the events taking place to her Father and Legion was not required. Finally, Athenya parried the final attack and disabled the cage. She put the huge axe she had been drilling with to the side and took up her two handed sword, her favorite weapon. A gift from her Father long ago when she had first completed her training.Athenya-Daughter of Fulgrim4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Athenya had met her father, Fulgrim primarch of the Emperor's Children, shortly after her fourteenth birthday. It was a monumental moment for her, looking back she wondered why she had never asked her mother many questions about her father.
Athenya lived an average childhood, or an almost average childhood, she had been almost six feet ta
Judges.Why does everyone judge me?Judges.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does everyone think I'm lying?
Why does everyone misjudge me?
Why does nobody want me dying?
Why does the world need me?
If they all think I lie cheat and steal?
I've done it! (I'll have to check... Let me)
Why does it all seem so evil and surreal?
I love you... (Huh, sure you do.)
These judges, this nightmare,
Why do they judge me for what I do?
These people who think I am without a care.
Why does this world seem so evil, so surreal?
Am I really here, persecuted and accused?
Why everyone here think I lie, cheat and steal?
Is this really real, or have I been lied to, cheated and used?
Not in Avatar-Last Airbender 1#1: The Boy in the IcebergNot in Avatar-Last Airbender 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I knew I should have left you at home! Leave it to a girl to screw things up! Sokka, the human bodys 98% water. Dont tempt me.
Damn, I wish I knew where the Avatar was. Oh, hey look! A HUGE GIGANTIC SUPERNATURAL LIGHT!
I DONT NEED ANY CALMING TEA! Prince Zuko, youre going to get ulcers by the time youre twenty if you dont loosen up.
Katara put her hands on her hips. So this is Appa the Flying Bison? Were in the South Pole. WHAT ARE WE GOING TO FEED IT? Oh, I hadnt thought of that. said Aang. Eh, dont worry about it. Sokka intervened and made a dismissive hand gesture. Once a week well sacrifice a two-year old. Itll improve discipline among those brats I have to teach. I say Bathroom-Break Boy goes first.
Why are you smiling at me like that? Katara asked. You must be one
.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry Up And Save me"
I'm going through the same day
Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, I can't lie
Oh, you got to me
You were outside today, in the almost one-hundred degree heat doing work for your parents, as they had better things to do...meaning they wanted to stay inside and watch T.V. all day.
You were in charge of most things chore related around the house. Even at age seventeen, your parents still treated you like a ten year old slave, making you do everything for them, and when you refused or had done your chore wrong, you were beaten.
In fact, you had to wear jackets and pants to cover up bruises and scars your parents had given you. Though the ones on your face were just there for you to lie about, and let people think you were clumsy and fell all the time, causing your eye to be black, or your jaw to be bruised. No one would have believed it
Dissidia Kingdom: IntroDissidia Kingdom: Intro3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The war between Chaos, ruler of hell, and Cosmos, goddess to the light, was tearing the worlds the two were suppose to guard from evil. But little did they know that Chaos was the source of all evil. The goddess had decided to create a new warrior. In a world of the Lufaines, she went to a pregnant Lufaine named April. The father figure named Cid walked up to the goddess and had to smile. He knows about the legend of the keybear of light: blessed with Cosmos's grace, and marked as her champion, but where did the bearer started? Then it hit him, when the bearer is in the womb. He ran between the two women trying to prevent his child of being the keybearer.
"I'm preventing it!" He said to his goddess, "I won't allow it!"
"What are you talking about sweetheart?" April ask placing her left hand over Cid's silver hair.
"I know what our goddess wants. She's trying to make our child the keybearer of light!"
The goddess looked around the room. April advised Cosmos to leave but will meet her to
In the CardsIn the Cards3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was not a psyker.
He had been taken by the Enforcers more than once for testing when they performed their irregular sweeps, or when word of his "talents" had reached them and they checked for latent emergence. But they had found him to be well within acceptable limits, lacking any obvious psychic taint.
This had not noticeably interfered with his income. In fact, if anything, it had built upon his reputation. No one could be seen to be visiting an unlicensed psyker, after all. But one could visit someone officially sanctioned as definitely not a psyker... and whisper behind one's hand that his powers were clearly so great that he could deceive even the penetrating talents of the Emperor's Witch Finders!
He sat in the gloom of his "consulting room" and drummed his fingers impatiently on the table. He was expecting a client and it helped the atmosphere for them to find him deep in meditation in the dark room, its rich furnishings
warhammer 40kI will stand before youwarhammer 40k7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I will not falter
I will not fall
This is were it ends
This is the time
This is the place
You are their one cause
You are their hero
You are my fiend
Before your madness I stand
Before your faithful, convection
Before your sin, sadness
Failer to return this text to library will result in death, no exceptions.
Copying this text will result in execution.
Hyperion Nowa - OC SheetHyperion Nowa - OC Sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Hyperion Nowa
Age: 312 (Appears to be 25)
Rank: 6th Division Lieutenant (+ One of two leaders of the Gotei 13 squad Hollow Cavalry)
Height: 6´2 - tall well built tanned
Eyes: Stormy sea blue
Hair: Red + black strand (One thick braid finished with a ying yang pendant the same as Nyx has/ when in shikai/bankai mode his hair are loose)
Hype is a tall well built tanned man with the same red hair as his sister but he has black strand in it while Nyx has white one. His hairstyle is simple, it consist of one braid fixed to one side ending with a ying- yang pendant; same as Nyx has on her braid - the sign of their compatibility (good/bad - dark/light)
He wears a classical tabi with sandals and shinigami shihakusho but his sleeves are tucked up to his shoulder armour plates so they don´t get in the way when he fights. He doesn´t wear typical lieutenant badge like the others but has the sign of the squad printed on his left shoulder a
The Fall of ThessiaCommander Shepard approached Liara's office and stopped short of the door sensors. She drew in a deep breath, closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. She could hear the sobs out here. Each one was breaking her heart. Shepard took another step forward and the office door opened. A wave of relief passed over her, she had been worried that door would be locked. Shepard had expected Glyph to greet her when she entered but the little information drone just hovered in the corner. Maybe Liara had put it in stand-by or perhaps it understood its master was in no mood to deal with it.The Fall of Thessia3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Commander strode through the office part of Liara's quarters and stood at the threshold of her personal area. Liara was seated in the middle of the bed. Her chest heaved in and out erratically and her slender frame was trembling, the vehement sobbing taking its toll. She was hunched over three data pads arranged in a semi-circle around her. She had been reviewing the reports on Thessia, torturing herself with the d
Elle and Mias: Chapter 10Elle was trembling as she watched the scene before her unfurl. She had no idea what to do. She believed Mias deserved a good wallop and a stint in prison, but not death. The uncharacteristic expression of pain and torment didn't suit the dark featured man at all.Elle and Mias: Chapter 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh God, please stop this," she said in a whisper. Mias' death would mean she'd be trapped in this world for the rest of her life. Even if she ran away, she could cling to the hope that she might one day see the streets of her home town again and the faces of her family. If he died, so did her hope.
"The title of head of the family is mine Mathias!" Elias declared as he raised his dagger.
Mias glared at him, refusing to bow his head in acceptance to this fate. He refused to be murdered in such an ugly manner. But what could he do? His entire right side was paralyzed and his left wasn't feeling much better. He could barely move or summon the strength to cast a spell. He was losing blood too quickly to think clearly. For the fir
Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
HoM class"In this class, we'll be looking at magic throughout the ages," Yugi stated calmly. "My personal interest, since I've been aware enough to notice, is this: Why has magic developed differently in some places than others? How are these methods of use similar? How do these methods differ? Presumably, all magic comes from the same source, correct?" The professor, who had been pacing along the stage, suddenly stopped. Turning to the class, he stared intently at his audience, his golden ornaments glinting in the torchlight and adding an eerie affect in contrast to the purple luminescence in his eyes. After a moderate pause, Yugi shook his head and said, "This is not so." Those words had quiet, but firm conviction.HoM class8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Murmurs broke out in ripples throughout the room. Brows furrowed in confusion and the children fussed in their seats, unsettled for a reason they couldn't explain. More than one source of magic?
Yugi leaned lightly against his desk and smiled. "It's quite simple, real
Elle and Mias: Chapter 23"Nn " Elle groaned as she came to. Her neck ached where Elias had struck her pressure points, causing to lose consciousness, but she couldn't bring her arms up to massage the pain away as her wrists were bound behind her back by some sort of cloth binding. She managed to sit herself upright and noticed something furry brushed up against her leg. Elle gasped and scooted upward toward the large figure slumped over beside her. "Abernos!"Elle and Mias: Chapter 233 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Stag didn't respond.
"Abernos! Abernos, wake up!" She nudged her head down against his shoulder.
Finally, she heard him groan wearily as he regained consciousness. He blinked his green eyes a few times before turning to Elle with a rather confused look on his face. "Elle?"
"Are you alright?" Elle asked immediately.
"I think so," Abernos replied as he sat up and noticed his arms were tied behind his back as well. "What the heck? Elle, what's going on?"
"I don't know, the last thing I remember was seeing Elias Wait, weren't you just in the ma
Elle and Mias: Chapter 14The moment Mias and Elle entered their quaint little room in the local inn, the sorcerer's confident demeanor fell and he stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. He was breathing heavily and holding his shoulder. Pain surged through his entire body, the effects of the pain relief medicine he took earlier that evening were wearing off and he couldn't bear to maintain his smug composure.Elle and Mias: Chapter 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle folded her arms across her chest and sighed. She had predicted he'd once again do something reckless to save his pride, but this was so plainly idiotic that Elle questioned his sanity. Still, it wouldn't sit well with her if she let him suffer, no matter how much a part of her desired it.
Mias' fingers fumbled with a vial he pulled out of his robes. He uncorked the tube and downed the contents eagerly, despite the bitter taste of the medicine. He wiped the excess fluid from his lips and rolled onto his back. He took control of his breathing and within a few minutes the pain soothed away
Elle and Mias: Chapter 12"Lord Elias, I must insist that you cease this," Duncan said while watching his master practice his knife handling techniques on a most unfortunate tree. "Your wound may reopen "Elle and Mias: Chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias paid no attention to Duncan's warnings. He whittled away at the tree trunk until the boughs couldn't take it anymore. The trunk snapped and fell to the ground, defeated. Elias grinned while panting heavily, the bandages wrapped around his abdomen slowly turning red across his gut. He grit his teeth in pain and fell over, holding his injured stomach.
"Lord Elias," Duncan knelt at his side and moved Elias' hands to tend to him. "Please sir, there's no need to force yourself."
"He's not dead! I can feel it! I failed to kill that bastard!" Elias panted as his dark eyes stared into the deep abyss of Duncan's. "I won't rest until I've burnt and pissed on his corpse!"
"Yes sir, but if I may speak honestly, you have no hope of killing him if you're half dead yourself."
"Don't mock me you blood sucker!"
Tribute to the Smooth Criminal"Believe it or not, there was an age where Michael Jackson was a god."Tribute to the Smooth Criminal6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~Douglas "The Nostalgia Critic" Walker, Moonwalker Movie Review
"I think Dave Chappelle said it best: he made...Thriller."
~James "The Angry Video Game Nerd" Rolfe, Moonwalker Game Review
"Michael Jackson buries them all!"
The music world lost a legend today...
At one point, he was considered a god among men.
He serenaded the world with his smooth voice...
Dazzled the world with amazing dancing skills...
And won over the hearts of millions.
Now...all of that is but a fond memory.
As the King of Pop...has died.
Though he may be gone in flesh and blood,
His soulful spirit will continue to live on.
Aspiring musicians and music artists will carry the torch,
And older music vets will, somehow, pay homage to him.
RIP Michael Jackson - August 28th, 1958 to June 25th, 2009
EnglandXReader- Too much LabourEnglandXReader- Too much Labour2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Too much Labour.
"Shut up! I'm pushing...!"
"There! The cradle looks great! Good job, Arthy!" you said idly walking towards your husband and giving him a well done pat on the back. You smiled happily.
"That is a bloody heavy cradle, what is it made out of, cement?" Arthur groaned in restrain. "Thank god that's done, it's really hard to push it alone." he sighed in relief.
"I told you, I could of helped!" you whined in protest. Jeez, this Brit was so stubborn!
He looked at you and chuckled. "Love, you look like your about to burst-" he stifled a laugh "you're practically 9 months! Maybe a little less but still, a pregnant woman-"
"'like you shouldn't be doing such thing as it's bad for you and our baby-' Arthur, you think I don't know?" you pouted. Just because you were pregnant, heavily pregnant for that matter, didn't mean you were disabled or something!
Arthur was really... Really protecti