My Box of SecretsMy Box of Secrets9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime I get my hopes up
They are shot down with a bleeding bullet
So I sit behind a locked door
In hopes that someone will find the key
I wish to tell you everything
And for you to just hold me while I cry
But I am afraid
Afraid that you will leave me alone again
Im afraid that you will walk out of that room
Pretending you never knew it existed
that's how it always happens
No one knows what to say, So they walk away
I want to believe you'll stay with me
Too many times Ive swept up the shards
So when you find the key that will give my release
Be prepared for what you'll uncover
Ill be sitting there, waiting
With my box of secrets resting in my lap
Just dont open it unless you're ready
I don't want to be let down again
No wordsNo words9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running out of words
Cant express my thoughts
So much emotion
Losing my mind
Trying to find solid ground
Paper is so blank
Ink is so full
I cant think
No feeling left inside
Dont stop moving your hand
Let it out
Tell the world how it is
No holding back
Theres no way out
Everything is crashing down
Faster, harder than an avalanche
Clouded thoughts filling my head
Poison to my heart
Bleed it out
Hidden box of secrets
Swallowing me whole
Swept by a toxic lust
Im not your pretty prize
Excuse me while I break this pen on my wrist..
Innerspecies Erotica WoW StyleThe nights in Azeroth get so lonelyInnerspecies Erotica WoW Style7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a vagabond druidess.
Men constantly slipping off into
the Emerald dream, leaving this
poor shapeshifter to make due
with her Fleshing Simulation Staff.
From the shifting shadows and
joyless nights, travels in a feral
beauty, seated atop her tigress.
Her forms are exquisite and suited
to match my own; a shapeshifting
playmate to help cope with lonesome nights.
From moonkin lovers to bear
and panther experiments, my Rosa
loved me best and kept my heart
afloat. Admist a tragic night, the
sweeping blade of a Paladin born
to cruelty took her life.
He was fast and unforgiving,
fighting admist skeletons in the Nagrand
arena. Laugh he did as he took my
feral playmate away from my needy hands.
And laugh he did but sadly and much to his
disappointment, druids are blessed with Rebirth.
FoE: The Worst News Possible Boleslaw the Bastard urged his horse forth through the tall, cog-laden gate, and his Knights followed. The gate led through to Artificer Street, the town's main road a dirty brown wound in the flesh of this, the Empire's bastion, encrusted with mud and filth. Boleslaw preferred his roads paved, his women young and his battles over before they had begun. Estfelberg promised only disappointment and not for the first time the man wondered whether it was worth it at all. He had heard the stories, of course, of successful Autonomous Mechanical Zones, and had visited a few in his time with the Reiklander lads. But Hasstod was no Middenberg and Estfelberg was no Hasstod. In theory these places were meant to be self-sustaining part experimental town, part retirement compound, research facility and gaol. Whoever thought to put one this close to the northern border was clearly insane. Boleslaw swore under his breath and removed his glorious, golden helmet tFoE: The Worst News Possible4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zephyr, The Human Elemental DescriptionZephyr, The Human ElementalZephyr, The Human Elemental Description1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
AP, CC, Support
Health: 350 (+50) .Attack Damage: 50 (+3.05)
Health Regen: 5 (+.03) .Attack Speed: 0.95 (+1.25%)
Mana: 300 (+20) .Armor: 30 (+3)
Mana Regen: 5 (+0.75) .Magic Res.: 15.5 (+0.01)
Range: 600 .Mov. Speed: 325
o There is a 5% chance that ranged attacks will be deflected back at the attacker
• Probability increases by 0.5% when an ability is used
o 10% chance that physical attacks will cause targets to be airborne.
• Probability increases by 0.5% when an ability is used
• Basic Attack is air based
• Waterfall [CC/Support/AP] Range: 1000 Cool Down: 7 Cost: 45/50/55/60/65 mana
o Water falls from above user and creates a massive puddle
• When an enemy player walks through it, it slows their movement speed by a percentage.
• Causes Magic Damage
• When an ally wal
Deadly SecretsChapter 1Deadly Secrets3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Despertly I tried to keep my self awake but the darkness kept overshadowing me and I just barely see my attacker.
He was tall darkskined and I think his eyes were grey-ish green. And the very last think I saw was his birthmark, and I might have been imagining things but it looks like mine I opened my mouth to scream but he covered my mouth and I passed out.
* * * * *
When I awoke I was in a white room. Everthing was bright. Had I died last night? Did mom know? Did they find my body?
"Chris you big idiot, your lucky your at my place this summer or mom
Substitute Princess :: DAY 1 :: TGSubstitute Princess :: DAY 1 :: TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a Bedroom inside of a grand castle that resides in a city surrounded by a ocean and forest. A girls voice can be heard throughout the castle.
Princess Hanayuki: Ahhhhhh! I'm so sick of all this formality and proper stuff!
Princess Hanayuki (花幸)(Flower Happiness) is a beautiful young girl with flowing hair that was born in the royal family but ever sense she turned 11 years old not to long ago, she has been refusing to do anything proper lately and runs off somewhere outside of the castle. Her childhood friend which was arranged by their parents when they were small to make sure she has someone to play with as well as take care of her gets dragged into everything she does as well.
Ryoshin: My lady, please, you've got to stop running away from the castle. You know nobody likes it when you do that. What would happen if you were to disappear?
Ryoshin (亮晋) (Brightness Advancing) is a young boy with the same age of the princess who always worry ab
First day of School (request)First day of School (request)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kevin and Dave's mothers had signed them up for a private school. They were fed up with the constant irritation of everyday life of school. However, Kevin and Dave didn't mind it; school didn't pose a problem to either one of them. Their moms thought that they were exposed to fights, drug use and any other problem that would typically happen at school. And they were. They usually stayed out of the way of those things, too. But it was too much for their mothers to absorb that that was life. However, they also thought that Kevin and Dave were growing a bit of an attitude towards either parent. So, they signed both of them up for a private school, in which, they will both attend together as friends. The boys were confused; how were they, in anyway, 'have an attitude'? They were obediant children! They did their homework, listened to their parents and played games like any other boy would. They assumed it was probably something to do with the whole school problem. E
A Splash Woman Armor TG StoryA Splash Woman Armor TG Story1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Splash Woman Armor TG RP Story
Written by JanusDaGuardian and DannyStar64
It was the last day of school. Daniel was setting out for home when he heard rumors about a “mysterious voice moaning for help” after nightfall somewhere along the local public beach. They said the beach was haunted by some ghost, “Out to ensnare any who dared to answer it. Although slightly shaken by the tail-end of that rumor, Daniel's curiosity peaked. It was good timing as well since he had yet to plan out his summer vacation, so why not kick things off with a little ghost hunt?
Making a little detour home to grab some essentials, like a flashlight, a tape-recorder, a Catholic cross, etc... sneaking in a small meal, Daniel grabbed his bike and headed out. Night fell shortly after he'd arrived. The moon was covered rather nicely behind the dense, nighttime clouds, perfect enough to conceal Daniel's presence, until he went to use his flashlight, which he let rest in a loop on his cargo shorts
Trust"Nope, nu uh. I'm not doing it." David said, crossing his arms.Trust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"But why not? You do realize that you brought this up, right?" Jesus asked, dragging the question.
David looked at the ground and frowned. It was very idiotic to bring up to Jesus that he did not trust Him...now Jesus was "making" him do a trust fall.
"Jesus, You do know that this is not useful at all...right?" David asked.
"How do you know that?" Jesus asked, smirking.
David sighed and turned around.
"Jesus, that's the thing...I didn't know that you were going to do this...You know that I hate trust falls, the person behind me always drops me. Even after they catch me, they just drop my head after my fall. Remember how I had to go to the hospital because of this stupid stunt?"
Jesus did not seem moved by David's almost convincing arguement.
"Do you want to trust Me or not?" Jesus asked, stretching His arms out.
David sighed frustratedly and turned back around, crossing his arms again.
"How do I know that You won't drop me
Trunk Full of Rings - PopularDelving in once again, I pick a ring and pull it out. While my last transformation had resulted in some free clothes for my Rule 63 form, it wasn't worth almost losing my mind in the process.Trunk Full of Rings - Popular2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Walking over to book, I place the golden brown ring on the page and write 'What's this one called?'.
'Popular. You have good tastes my friend' comes book's reply
'But I'm picking these randomly!'
There is a pause, 'You have good random tastes'
Rolling my eyes, I turn to the mirror and slide the ring on, wondering how it could possibly make me more popular. Seems like the only way I'm going to get an answer to that.
My waist slowly thins down while my hips and breasts expand, giving me a decent hourglass figure. However, unlike the rule 63 ring, this time it goes further, stopping only after my waist becoming almost amnesic while my hips and ass stick far out and my breasts are pushing the DD-cup boundary. My arms thin out as my thighs thicken and feet shrink. In fact my whole body is shrinking sli
You're FamilyThump. Thump. Thump. To Yowane Haku it felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat. Nervously she stared at the large oak door to the mansion-like house.You're Family2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She slowly brought her fist up preparing to knock when the handle to her suitcase slipped from her grip and slammed into the door. Haku put her hand on the door as she bent down to retrieve the fallen luggage.
But to her horror right as she reached the handle the door opened sending her crashing down inside the house. Red with embarrassment she scrambled to her knees staring up at the person standing over her.
Above her a tall young man with blue hair and eyes held an ice cream cone. After an awkward moment, while they stared at each other quizzically the boy dropped the sugary cone and creamy liquid onto Haku's long white hair.
"Agh my ice cream!" The boy screamed.
"W- What is it?!" A shrill voice screamed. Haku watched a small blonde girl run down the stairs leading down to the front door. "
tightsJan 1, 2011tights4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When there is no company, I define myself with tights. I wrap my bruises and prickles in triangles and silky stripes, making something sensuous; I pull soft cotton between my thighs and slowly swipe out wrinkles. I sway in front of mirrors, with saxophones serenading me from the machine on my mattress; I smile at my legs. They arc and stretch; they lift me upwards over nonexistent parading heads, and they hunt attention; they do not make a sound.
Without you, I sing to my dog and my nails and my feet. I make Frank Sinatra siphon my world from my eyes; he sings to me strongly and spins me with one light hand. He looks at my legs. My thighs freely flaunt themselves to wine red curtains and plushies from the past. There are no delicate dancers' legs to giggle behind the backs of mine. There are no men to ignore them; there are no men to push them aside and free them of their purple or pink or red or green veils in order to reach the more interesting parts. There is a clean and
Too Many Drinks - Part IToo Many Drinks - Part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A blurred and painful awakening disrupted Chuck’s dormancy as his eyes slowly focused on his digital alarm clock.
The blinking colon between the hour and the minute counters violently drummed the seconds of his alcohol induced torment. Chuck’s head bellowed upon waves of whiskey infused headache. How had he managed to drink so much?
More importantly, what happened last night? The evening was a muddled conjecture of missed connections and happy accidents. The late hours of a night’s outing at his local pub usually lead to a booze-infused discussion of politics, religion, and sex, soon obliterated by a cleansing alcohol-fueled memory wipe.
Something prolific, a profound moment, had managed to escape the mental gravity well of his binge. A monolith, no... a person had managed to survive in his memories until his awakening.
Suddenly, a tide of recollection swept over his mind.
Chuck cringed at the realiza
The Truth About Selling FanartUpdate notice as of January 17, 2013: I have given this guide a MAJOR overhaul. It was originally written over a year and a half ago, and since then my own views and understanding of copyrights has changed. I felt that this guide should reflect those changes, so if you read this guide in the past, please take a moment to look through it again as I have added MANY new topics, information, and sources. Unlike my first draft, I have also changed my viewpoint to neutral throughout this writing.The Truth About Selling Fanart3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Disclaimer: I am not a lawyer, nor any kind of professional that works in dealing with laws or copyrights. This guide was written based on my own research and understanding of copyright laws, and from discussions with others knowledgeable of the subject. These facts are all sourced from U.S. law. I encourage others to do their own research and draw informed conclusions on how they would like to pursue the issue of selling fanart.
The Truth About Selling Fanart
Fanart is somethin
Almost sterileMy breasts will never be heavy with milkAlmost sterile4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my womb will not carry lives
A growing seed will never make my belly swell
So my body continues to cry bloody tears
The hips of mine are round for nothing
My soft face and my curves tell lies
Because they tell us that I am a woman
When I am a sexless worthless fool
So my heart is filled with guilt
The Ballad of Eiy'ra HaizThe Ballad of Eiy'ra Haiz4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he don't answer any more.
Not the whiskey drinking Indian, the marine who went to war.
A beaten up jukebox played old country songs in the corner of the bar. Outside, the mid-afternoon sun beat down on the cracked clay floor. The rocks surrounding the small mining town of Cripple Creek almost seemed to glow in the heat, and the horizon was half-hidden by haze. The township went about its business under the watchful eye of the local Dominion garrison.
But those in the Pink Moon sheltered from that world. The barman, Townes, was an old war veteran with only one arm. In place of the other was a crude robotic substitute. He served up drinks with little more than a vice, powered by a handful of servos which were connected to his arm just below the elbow. He was strangely proud of the device he'd often joke that he'd never play piano again, but his sex-life had improved tremendously.
Old Ma Haggard sat at the other side of the bar, smoking. She, like alm
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:Six Words for a Slump2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
You Are My OneYou Are My One2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sora: ♫ As I travel far in my journey
Behind my shadow, always by me
Your hand in my hand...
You were there to help me grow
When things are lost and I don't know
Our world is grand
Lift your face and hear me say
Wipe those salty tears away
Even I cry when you are gone
Your existance was no lied
You're my heart from the other side
We are what we are
You're my one ♫
Roxas: ♫ Why is it hard for you to see?
You are you. I am me.
Sora, don't you understand...
We have live worlds apart
You are you with your own heart
I'm just one man ♫
Sora: ♫ Roxas you're my one
The dawn to my never setting sun
Without you I am none
I feel your pain, I feel your joy
Our bond cannot be destroy
You're my heart from the other side
You're my one
When your sad, even I cry
Together, we are always unify
No matter how far I try to run
Alone I cannot proceed
Roxas, without you, I cannot succeed
I am you and you are me
You're my one ♫
Roxas, without you...I
The Bishop of OakA few leaves fluttered lazily in through the window, landing beside a bottle of ink and a quill.The Bishop of Oak4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bishop Alphonse Roberts looked out the window. The sight of the ancient oak tree greeted him like an old friend. When he came to take over his responsibilities as Bishop of Shoreborough, they told him that the tree had always been there, probably long before St. Augustine of Canterbury came to convert the English to Christianity. Something about that must have inspired him, so his coat of arms featured the tower of Shoreborough Keep, the castle beside the city, and an oak tree, whose symbolism he himself wasn't quite sure of. Beneath it was his motto, "Si mortuum fuerit, fructum affert", if it dies, it bears fruit.
He returned to the letter he'd received from Sir Michael Geoffrey, the Lord Mayor of Shoreborough:
'Your Grace, Bishop Roberts,
As you may have heard, Bishop John Fisher of Rochester and the former Lord Chancellor of England, Sir Thomas More, have been executed for the
Death and Democracy"Good afternoon Mr. Rochford, this is the state department. We've called to remind you that you will be terminated in one hour. When your sounder goes off, please push your termination button while you begin to slide down your tube. It has been a pleasure serving you Sir, we hope you've enjoyed your life."Death and Democracy8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Zach gently replaced the phone to its cradle before resting his chin on his steepled fingers. His father had received a call similar to that one when Zach was nine, and two years ago his mother had received one as well. He sighed and leaned back, damned automated voices.
When he was little, he was 26 now, he'd read books about disease, warfare, and dying of natural causes. They had been labeled as fiction, but his mother had been nervous about him reading them. Zach always believed that death was once not controlled by the government, that war and disease had once existed.
He stretched, scratched his goatee, then got up and grabbed his tools from another room in his small, generic ap