Percy Jackson and Annabeth 30Percy Jackson and Annabeth 305 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After I got my hair done I walked over to my cabin. I got dressed in a tux (oh jeez and was it tight around my chest) and headed to pick up Annabeth. Sara popped up next to me. "Jake asked me." she said as we walked out the door. She was dressed in a elegant blue dress covered in white designs. "It was a gift from Tide." She said. I didn't really think that Sara knew Tide. Oh well. She waited in our cabin for Jake to pick her up. I went over to the Athena cabin. I knocked on the door. Jack answered.
"Oh Hey Jackson. Annabeth is going to be a little late so she'll meet you there."
"K thanks bro!" He shut the door as I headed to the strawberry field. We weren't actually going to dance on the strawberries just the field next to it. Since it was down a large hill, The Hephaestus cabin made golden steps to walk down. There was music and dancing(GEE). I walked over to Grover at the punch bowl. We talked for ten minutes. Then Grover stopped talking and pointed to the stairs. There walking dow
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
CaptiveWeak light filtered through the only window in the room, and Rebecca cracked open an eye with enormous effort. Without moving a muscle, she took in as much of the room as she could. Stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling, her prison was nothing if not consistent. The tower was circular, with an iron door that would have been heavy if she could have moved it. One window looked in on her, illuminating the squalid filth of the tiny room. A hole in the floor served as a commode, and a pile of flea-infested straw had probably been a bed at some point, but now it looked as though it would get up and walk away at any moment.Captive4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bracing herself for the worst, Rebecca mustered her strength and lifted her head an inch off the stone. Something exploded behind her eyes, and she sank back down with a moan. Grainy memories from before she passed out flickered through her mind. She remembered the sharp crack when her head hit the wall, remembered thinking that she would be black and blue in the morning
You are mine, I am yoursYou are mine, I am yours6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me thy name
and taketh my hand,
we are now one
as no other can.
ElementalElemental7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was an odd place. Deep within the recesses of the temple, it waited. A light that should not have been gave depth and definition to pillars and paths. A soft blue glow, seeming to stem from the very air itself, filled the place, shimmering and sliding across the walls. Liquid light. Ephemeral. A calm filled the place, though darkness loomed in every corner. Threatening. Wanting. But the light remained. For without light, there can never be shadow.
Something stirred in the darkness. A flash of gold, of blue, or raven black. Out of the darkness a being came. Nameless, it came forth, the light seeming to bend towards it, settling on the blue gems adorning a copper crown. A hiss of water over flesh, the soft ring as droplets fell echoed in the blue-lit chamber. The one from the darkness stood from the waters
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
FEARFEAR:FEAR2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only his anxiety for company
Resting for what might be his very last
From birth, Ever-present, Always Remembered
such is the nature of FEAR
Writing poetry again Doctor Cecil? That's good!
You'll need a hobby to be working in an environment like this
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th October 2012
Incantations and Deductions Chapter ElevenChapter ElevenIncantations and Deductions Chapter Eleven3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John makes his way to the Great Hall trying not to feel too downhearted. The beginning of fifth year has so far not been great: seeing Sherlock has churned up feelings that he doesn't want to examine too closely and which hadn't put him in the best of moods. Then his meeting with the head of Gryffindor had just been...well, shitty.
"I understand your desire to be back with your friends John, but you must understand that you attacked a fellow student in the midst of one of your nightmares. Now, whilst your Healers tell me you're improving they cannot guarantee that you won't relapse."
Arguing, John had realised, would have been pointless. The housemistress had been sympathetic but stern. It was an important year for everyone of his age at Hogwarts: they needed no distractions, least of all from one of their friends waking them up every night, screaming at things that weren't really there. John supposes he should just consider this as another case of 'taking one for the te
Persephone and HadesPersephone & HadesPersephone and Hades7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He watched his opposite.
His other half.
(Goddess of the Earth who belonged in the Sun)
They truly were the more he thought about it.
(Dark sun kissed skin & dark firry red hair with leaf green eyes)
(His skin so pale & blonde hair and icy blue eyes)
She stares out with lightless eyes at the river of Styx wanting to cross it.
To go back up & stand under the warm sun where she belongs.
To talk to the flowers & watch them grow while birds sing in praise of her beauty.
Eating honeysuckles & pomegranates & drinking the finest wine.
He was selfish, but even so she would look at him love.
(Her fingers tangled in his hair when she kissed him)
She would try her best to smile at him and tell him she loved him.
Her words were like a sweet powdery lie that would melt on his tongue.
He was a selfish monster who devoured these lies in the dead of night when they were tangled together in silk and sweat.
(He always felt like he was melting when he held her at night)
She would sit n
A better motherA better mother3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Time unravels it's a fact of life. The words kept resonating in her mind as her stare traced the edges of the expensive NARS blush on marking her cheeks and the Sephora eyeliner that had been applied so precisely
"Why do you go out with those boys? They are a bad lot! You-!"
"What the hell do you know you hag-"
"Watch your tongue, I am your mother! What if the gang takes you in an empty parking lot-"
"And what? Rape me?"
"With those vulgar things you wear, yes!"
"This is called brand, woman! You are an old ignorant lady, sewing mufflers for her daughter that she hates to wear; it's pathetic!"
"Is trying to protect you pathetic-"
"Yes it is! I just wish I had a better mother than you"
"A better mother? Better than one who prays for yo-"
"Yea, yea not listening!"
"You think you can do a better job than me the way you are?"
"Much better thank you, but I hope you are not alive to see!"
Charlotte's mother went silent. She broke into tears at the final statement, openl
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
Incantations and Deductions Chapter TenChapter TenIncantations and Deductions Chapter Ten3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Panic moves like a lapping wave over the occupants of the Great Hall. Tension starts with one or two individuals, quickly spreading through the crowds as the band stops playing and an eerie, almost silent hysteria settles over the masses. Fear is amply communicated through wide eyed stares and startled expressions: at first everyone is too stunned to speak. But not for long. Amongst teenagers, who have the added pleasures of souped up hormones and peer pressure, the rumour and speculation spread like wildfire over barren shrub plains. Girls clutch each other in protective hugs, boys try not to look too terrified.
No one really speaks, however. Certainly people are whispering in stilted, trepidatious whispers but no one wants to be the first to ask anything at an audible level. And no one asks the obvious questions.
"Who is that?"
"What is happening to them?"
Mycroft isn't surprised he was able to apparate. He has gone from the corridor with the young French woman to the
Incant and Deduct 7A moment of rather baited silence hangs in the air after that particular revelation.Incant and Deduct 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"James. That is impossible." the headmaster states in a voice that is both soothing and balks no argument.
"It is! He said he was James and I should call him Jim and that he'd help me." Boscombe's glasses have practically fogged up as he looks at the headmaster beseechingly
"I assure you, James there is no boy at this school called James Moriarty." the headmaster says.
Sherlock's head whips round to the headmaster as Boscombe gasps. The old man's expression betrays nothing, but the skin around his eyes is tight, as if he is pained by something.
Surprisingly, it is Greg Lestrade who pipes up first. "But he could have been using a fake name, maybe? What did he look like, James? Had you seen him before?"
Sherlock is mutedly impressed by the older boy's ability to ask vaguely useful questions.
Boscombe shakes his head. "No...I don't think I'd seen him before. I only saw him a few times but he w
Incant and Deduct Part 8John was pretty excited about Christmas for once. Usually Christmas meant boring family occasions, Harry throwing a tantrum and eating too much. It was probably because his birthday was fairly close to Christmas anyway; he just couldn't get very excited. This year was different. This year the Triwizard Tournament meant he'd been able to meet up with his friends from Durmstrang (the ones on the Quidditch team and a few of the boys he'd met in the summer dragon training in Romania.) There was the prospect of watching the Triwizard tournament itself in the New Year. The school had decided that they would postpone it till January in response to the death of Carl Powers. And of course there was the Yule Ball. He was looking forward to an enjoyable occasion after the miserable business earlier on in the term, and it was nice to have an excuse to dance with Sarah.Incant and Deduct Part 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It didn't really surprise him that Sherlock wasn't exactly enthused about the whole thing. He'd only relented to John's nagging ve
to warHer mask is stained with blood of innocentto war7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As with blood of those who cant repent
The mask is that of valors own
And glory too but her face unknown
Her hair is long and red as blaze
For all the fires she made with craze
She watches man atop her throne
Of corpses made by lead and stone
She used to be a just of face
But lunacy she did embrace
Now she cackles day and night
A laugh that fills the bold with fright
Her madness claims a many lives
Childrens fathers and their wives
Shes brought about by some excuse
For man to fight and weapons use
The boys do love her in their youth
Until they age and see her truth
A smile wickeder is not
As she makes the corpses rot
For meet her I will all too all soon
My number called on crescent moon
To dance the waltz of man on high
And fire reigns from heavens sky
In uniform we wait for death
While she doth make our lives bereft
I beg of fate to send me way
From the wrath of this ones play
Her name is one I truth despise
Her name is war
Betrayal short part 4( Authors note. This was about where the first couple sentences of the original ending.. it picks up a little from there and it changes further in to the recap.)Betrayal short part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was trying to give her a chance to walk away, the rookie inside still cared for her. She was a part of him that he couldn't let go, but he finally had enough and was done with her games.
I watched the playful face of Ada Wong fall to the fear of his gaze, as she struggled to move and tend to her bleeding. She ripped a strip of her red dress now stained with her own blood and wrapped it around her neck and knee to stop the bleeding. She slowly attempted to stand but she put too much weight on her injured knee; which gave way and she fell hard to the floor.
I flinched and went forward to try and help, but a strong arm held me back.
"Even after all she put us through, even tried to kill you and you still want to help her?"He said with bitterness in his voice. "She has always wanted to do things alone, so
dreamsong :work in progress:i. from the seadreamsong :work in progress:2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl in the white dress is splayed against the salt-dark sand like a scrap of cloth. The sea, receding, whispers quiet self-assurances.
The boy who travels shadows hates this part of his patrol. He belongs beneath the trees and in the dense, wet heat--not here. Here, he is prey to endlessness.
The shadow boy skirts the fringes of the sand, taking what comfort he can from the stunted groundcover, blue and faintly glowing in the moonlight. The muscles in his shoulders twitch, and he grits his teeth against the overwhelming fear of exposure.
At least astronomy is in his favor--full moons make for good shadows. Quick escapes.
The heady rush and hiss of the ocean is making him nearly come undone when he sees her, the dress shining like a strand of whitecap detached and thrown back. He tenses.
He gulps a deep breath and steadies himself before throwing himself in the openness of beach. With no shadows to hold onto, h
Betrayal Prologue part 2I woke up to the bright red letters of my alarm clock reading 3AM.Betrayal Prologue part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh "It seemed to be a coincidence that every year around this time nightmares occur but it has been 9 years since raccoon city. I tried to think of something else as I brought my pillow in close to me for comfort. This dream was just too real and left me feeling alone and vulnerable for the first time in years. My eyes started to get heavy as the warmth of my blanket gave me the security to drift back to sleep. A sudden bang jolted my eyes open as it echoed from the down stairs hall. Out of habit I reached into my drawer of my nightstand next to my bed and touched my browning for assurance. The banging occurred again this time a little harder and quicker. I pulled myself out of bed, grabbing my browning and making sure it was loaded. I walked down the stairs with my back against the wall, until I was at the landing and had the door in my vision. C
Afterlife:Persephone and HadesAfterlife:Persephone and Hades4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There should have been fire. She was definitely expecting there to be blazing red fire, tortured souls, and Cerberus foaming at the mouth. Instead as she descended, trepidation eating away at her, she was surrounded by iridescent milky light filling a void of darkness. She clung to the stony wall as she continued slowly down the circling steps taking in the scene before her. Looking forward she was surprised by the layout before her. She paused for a moment taking in the landscape. Directly ahead of her was a forest of luminously vibrant trees. Leading from the steps and through those lustrous trees was a road of an almost opulent onyx color. She turned her head to the side searching for others or for any signs of movement and found none. And yet she had the distinct feeling she was being watched. Swallowing audibly she continued forward down the winding steps and onto the onyx road. Only then did she realize how she was dressed.
Hatsune Miku 'The Beast' LyricsHatsune Miku 'The Beast' Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hito ga tsumugi ageta kakera tachi wo
Mado no soto kara nagame tsuzuketa
Doa wo tsukuru koto mo dekinakatta
Sore wa osanai boku no puraido
"Kakushigoto wo shitemashita kizutsuku no ga iya deshita"
Yatto kizuita boku dake no oshiro wa amarini kuukyo de michiteimashita
Aru hi arawareta anata wa boku ga nozomu subete wo motteta
Boku ga tsumiageta renga wo tayasuku tobikoe sawatte kiduita
"Kanashii kurai tsumetaine zutto sabishikattan da ne"
Obiete hanarete kazatte hakatte
Asatte midarette kenashitte nigedashita!
Hito ga tsumugi ageta kakera tachi ga orikasanaru no wo urayandeita
Kodoku ni tsukuriageta boku no shiro
Doa wo tozashita boku no puraido
"Kakushigoto wo shitemashita ushinau no ga iya deshita"
Yatto arawareta oshiro no juunin
Hajimete no ai ni tomadoimashita
"Doujou nanka wa yoshite yo omae ni wakatte tamaru ka yo"
Nigitte kajitte koboshitte abarette
Soredemo anata wa hirotte tsukandeta!
Ikikau gunshuu no ai wo mitsume ichiban taisetsu wo sake tsuzuketa