ElementalElemental6 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
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
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel3 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)
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.
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
Loki's HaikuThere is no escape.Loki's Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I am a god among ants,
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
Iron Pyramids ProloguePrologueIron Pyramids Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some people say that there's good and evil. Other people say that there's only good, and evil is really just lost souls in a turmoil, trapped in a quagmire, needing something to pull them out. Others say that there is no good and evil; only people, nothing more and nothing less.
The truth of the matter is that there is good and there is evil. Sometimes good turns to evil. Sometimes evil turns to good. Through my eyes I've seen it just as such. It must balance itself. Good can't exist without evil, evil can't exist without good, therefore there must be both.
I've come to know the truth of what is pure evil. I do not know what good is. I never have, I never will. But good can spring of evil, and sometimes being evil is being good. My god was evil once, born of hatred and shame and guilt, but he has done good for me. Evil doing good. Evil fighting evil.
But he can never rescue me from my own quagmire. I am stuck permanently, and not even he can save me from the depth of what is k
I need an intervention!I need an intervention!2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is a harmless obsession
except when it's not.
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
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
How to properly swear at childrenLove of Ganymede,How to properly swear at children2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your puissant vocal outbursts
do chafe my nethers!
Karasu - Part 6Karasu - Part 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not long after his visit to the village, the year’s first snow covered the mountain. Stone and tree alike were coated in a thin layer of white. The snow sparkled in the faint winter sunlight, echoing the sounds of footsteps and falling drifts. Just as Sagiri had predicted, the cold’s arrival came hand in hand with illness. Shichi’s workroom, normally a place of quiet examination, was filled with his suffering peers. The scent of paper and herbs was now overwhelmed by the smell of sickness. Luckily, the ailments of the monks weren’t nearly as severe as the plague in the village. Most had been diagnosed with a mild cold and sent back to their rooms to wait it out.
“Can’t you just prescribe me some tamagozake?” Shusei asked, frowning at the cup of ginger tea Shichi had given him. He was the last of the day’s patients, and coincidentally the most petulant.
“I’m not going to give you another excuse to drink,” Shichi said, was
Silvertongue, Chapter 1Ding-ding! Ding-ding!Silvertongue, Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The bells of The Maiden's Fancy rang through the decks of the ship as it came to a full stop at the docks of Booty Bay. The last of the few passengers aboard grabbed their belongings and shuffled to the pier. There were a few scattered merchants, adventurers and downright madmen among the group, all with their own agenda to implement in the popular seaside town. Three in particular were there for a "true" purpose. Two humans and an orc, clad in somewhat faded, yet still eye-catching, purple robes exited the ship with large packs of supplies. Immediately upon setting foot on the wooden docks of the town, they gave each other a quick nod and darted to the first major establishment they could find.
Back on the boat, the ship's final passenger was making his way off. A short goblin, shorter than the norm, muttered and grumbled unintelligibly to himself as his flat feet loudly slapped the wood as he tromped to town. Unlike the salty, rough, sea-fairing goblins of the b
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
A better motherA better mother2 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
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
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
3 messages from the Lord3 messages from the Lord2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
There is so much that steals your time. Relax, use time together with me too. I have so much to give you, so many things to say to you. Trust me, I will never forsake or abandon you. Perhaps you struggle to forgive someone. Let me help you. Stay close to me, my child. Under my wings, you'll find shelter. Maybe you feel condemned, but remember that there is no condemnation for them that are in me. You are my beloved child. Come to me with all your worries and burdens, I will give you rest. Come to me. Sit down here with me and rest for a while. Let my peace fill you.
My child, rest in me. Do not feel faint-hearted or afraid, because I am always with you. If you're unlucky and stumbles on your way, I'm there to help you up. I do not stand with a pointing finger and scold you. No. I am standing with open arms. I want to embrace you.
Come back to me. You have gone further away from me than you realize. Perhaps you feel that you're not loved and thirst for love and care. I love y
HoND : Just His LuckEsmeralda had all the luck of the Devil.HoND : Just His Luck6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If she sneezed, the Seine would run dry just to spite her.
Clopin stared up, up, up at Notre-Dame with a feeling of irritation mingled with intimidation. He had promised that he would fetch her, and so he would. Even if there were guards around the cathedral Clopin Trouillefou had been sneaking around the backs of Frollos men for thirty years, and he was getting good at avoiding detection. He wasnt fond of the method he would have to employ tonight, however. The stone walls of Notre-Dame were bleak, and his fingers already ached to foreshadow the torture to come.
Yet, he had promised. Esmeralda would get back to the Court even if Clopin had to carry her(Hopefully it wouldnt come down to that). He laid one hand against a statue of Mary, looking at the stone eyes for a long moment before pulling himself into her arms and then onto her head. For a moment Clopin felt an apology forming on his lips, but he scoffed rather than