The balad of the Last CentaurThe balad of the Last Centaur5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ballad of the Last Centaur
I looked to the stars but I never could trace
What on earth had become of the rest of my race
I concluded that I was the last of my line
With the trunk of a man and the rest equestrine.
Two hearts beat within me, below and above
In a solitary thing with no other to love,
so I kept to myself in the wood's dappled shade
and I hunted alone with my bow and my blade.
One day there came a sound, the coarse voices of men
who had come to the wild, passing close to my den;
And a hostage they had- the fair child of a lord-
Whom they'd taken, forsooth, to demand some reward.
And it troubled me much when I heard their chief say
what they would do to her, should her father not pay,
And the next thing I knew my straight arrow was flying-
The brute was unhorsed and down in the dirt dying;
I seized then my chance and at them I was rushing
Somehow wielding a branch, skulls and helmets for crushing.
My crude cudgel whirled, and my front hooves they flailed
kicking and wind
Lonely king.Lonely king.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit on my royal throne.
Locked away in my fortress.
Pondering one simple question.
Why am I alone?
I bide my time.
Waiting for the one.
I hide my sorrow.
Pretending to be fine.
Why am I alone?
Where is my special someone?
I don't want to be myself.
To show you how I've grown.
Make haste my missing love.
I have to find you.
I need you in my life.
I want you to be my beloved.
Unspoken RacismThis cultural violation,Unspoken Racism8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This social rape,
From nation to nation,
No more can we take.
This unspoken racism,
These unwritten rules,
I lay down my tools.
This always-unheard crying,
The words on blood-drenched walls:
"It's not worth even trying
To reason with these fools".
TFAV Drab05 RP Seeking AnswersTFAV Drab05 RP Seeking Answers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's right. That is what a soldier is all about, yes they go to war, yes they have to end people's lives for the greater good, but is it really for peace or is it a political reason these people need to die? I was told by an old general a while ago that he would rather live in a world without the need for generals, soldiers, or wars."
Victor Keys, when talking to James McAlister about the dangers that await humanity in the inevitable upcoming war and about his scar that defines him as one of the McAlisters.
Year 2009 A.D._
Residence of Matthew Chagon_
One year ago_
(The events of this Roleplay takes place after TFAV Russian Roulette [Parts 1, 2 and 3] and before TFAV Aftermath.)
~Talamone, a small Italian town in Italy, One year ago~
~ The silver-white Lamborigini Reventon sped through the streets of Italy; leaving a maelstrom of dust and air currents in its wake. ~
Victor: [comlink] Ah yes...I have having a meeting
Fairy TeaFairy Tea3 years ago in Settings More Like This
*Words Printed to right of ingredients are to be said as herbs are added to the pot.
*words printed following the ingredients are to be said before drinking the tea.
3 tsp. black tea Black for strength
1 tsp. Chamomile Then apple of night;
2 tsp. dandelion root Wild grown root;
1 tsp. elder flower And Lady's blessing.
1 tsp. hops Hops for joy;
2 tsp. mullein Then between the worlds;
2 tsp. raspberry leaf Tangle of bramble and fairy knots;
2 tsp. rose hips Kissed with love,
Brewed to invite the Fair Folk to Tea
Fairies.Fairies.Fairies.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
' They are here ...
Skippin in the pale moonlight, sleeping among the trees.
Among the misty, cold night.
Something is blinking in the dark, small, fragile light.
Flutter of a butterfly's wings, gold dust.
You can see something out of the corner of your eye.
No, I saw something.
They exist when you believe. '
Sing, You Tragedy, SingSing, You Tragedy, Sing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is breaking down
The colors are fading inside.
Even when she cries alone,
She still wears her smile.
Colors reflect her desire
All that she wants to be.
Give her a reason to grin
She will make others happy.
Alone she cries and screams, in vain
No one is listening to her.
When she is sad she hides her pain.
Will someone save her from torture?
Listen to her cries!
Sing, Raven, sing!
Free yourself from the world.
Make yourself happy again.
Listen to her wails!
Sing, Raven, sing!
Save yourself from this world.
Let yourself be happy again...
The darkness grows...
Colors fading fast...
Evil presence flows
through her past...
Sing, Raven, sing!
Save yourself now...
Show your being
Let it shine out...
The town can't handle it...
No one will understand...
The rules prevent it...
Follow what you planned...
Run away again.
Should've from the start.
Save your friends...
Guard all of your hearts...
Listen to her screams!
Save the world from yourself.
Sing, Raven, sing!
Protect their health...
the whale in the skythe whale in the sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was walking home when I saw it. The whale in the sky. It was just for a moment, a brief flash of the way it danced through the clouds, majestic tail swishing up and down as it propelled itself along through cumulus and stratocumulus. Oh how the cotton candy clouds ran free over its wing-like fins and caressed its skin in wisps of delicate air. I stopped and stared at its underbelly, the giant blue whale in the sky, and stared until it vanished into a white hub of water vapour almost as if it hadn't existed at all. Truthfully, it had been like a little grey cloud against the canvas of blue and white pasted, a tiny little blip of nature, and no one else even noticed it. But I knew.
It was the whale in the sky.
That night there was a knock at the window. A tap tap tap so delicate I imagined it. But then it tap tap tapped again and I had to wake up. So I opened my eyes and there she was, at the window, tapping a fingernail against the glass with a smile on her
Ivy and Wine: Headrush part 6Ivy and Wine: Headrush part 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aster swallowed again. A sweetness lingered on her tongue, perhaps a remnant of satisfaction so long waited for. "She was lucky, wasn't she?"
Dionysus chuckled as he took the empty cup from her. "Incredibly. My guess is that if we never stopped by, that she would have likely thrown herself off that cliff moments later. Instead, she got everything in the world she could have ever wanted."
"I almost would have like to have seen more from her," Aster noted.
"As you said yourself, Lysandra is young still, at least in maenad terms. The story has not fully left her lips, and even if it was, it is like the wine itself--it gets better if you let it age," the god explained.
Aster tried her best to puzzle out what exactly that could mean, but eventually gave up. "I'm afraid I don't think I understand that, but I trust you do."
"In good time," he answered simply. "So, do you feel better now that you've seen how the others became as you are now?"
Aster sighed. She was grateful to know the things s
Ode to a ChuzzleOde to a Chuzzle8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ode to a chuzzle
to where art thou gone?
instead of being where I left thee
It seems you have moved on
I quested for your happiness
I grouped you with some friends
but now it seems I have destroyed you
How could I begin to make amends?
Sometimes your smarmy attitude
Makes me a bit annoyed
But believe me, my dear chuzzle
I did not intend you for the Void
Although you roll your eyes at me
When I'm slow with my next move
I can't get enough of your fuzzy ways
nor of your fuzzy groove
But, my dear fuzzball chuzzle
To where art thou gone?
Instead of being where I left thee
It seems you have moved on
Do you go into the bottle
and later sold to stores?
Perhaps sold as a compound
meant to polish floors?
Or do you go to greater purpose, perhaps
to The Great Chuzzle in the Sky?
Tell me, my darling ball of fluff...
Where do Chuzzles go to die?
The Haunter And The HuntedI was at least on the 4th floor of Pokemon Tower in my SoulSilver version. I had gotten a hack to replace the radio tower with the pokemon tower. All I kept seeing were Ghastly and I already had one, and I didn't want to train the Ghastly, whom I had named Onryo, until it evolved, so I had given it an exp share, and even then, the leveling up process was getting annoying.The Haunter And The Hunted3 years ago in Settings More Like This
A wild HAUNTER has appeared!
"Finally!" I shouted at the game, almost waking up my neighbors, after all, it was only 6:24 in the morning and no doubt anyone but my brother, my sister and I were up. It was a shiny too! Just my luck!
I sent out my pokemon, a Furret called Itachi, and lowered the Haunter's hp to almost nothing.
The wild HAUNTER used lick!
Wait! Itachi is a normal type! Ghost moves would'nt work on him! Either way, the attack worked for some reason.... Itachi was confronted by a licking icon and started to shake. I expected the shaking to stop but when the options were shown again, Itachi was still shakin
"life support""life support"10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is shutting down. No one else sees it, because the foam pets are selling nicely. The goldfish are being won. They are playing "Stairway to Heaven" yet again on the Fire Loop. Appealing to the masses.
When she says to me, "the sun is setting," I already know. I close one eye, aim and shoot. Its yellow, dead body loosens its grip on the sky and starts to drop.
"Probably," she says, "no one else is even watching."
I really, truly know what she means, but making words out of a feeling is impossible.
"What... the hell... are people doing?" I ask finally.
The people below us are moving from ride to ride like obnoxious trick-or-treaters. Getting what they want and moving on brainlessly. It's hard to look at something as beautiful as a sunset and not think about all the idiots missing out.
"I couldn't say. Digging their own graves, perhaps? Or throwing up? Or taking pictures in the photobooth?"
"There's a photobooth here?"
My weak spot, but I won't say anything.
Wolf in Sheep's ClothingWolf in Sheep's Clothing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little prey, so weak and naive. Do not run as I tread closer. Remain blissful and ignorant. I am no fiend, nothing to fear. Ignore my sharp teeth and menacing growls. I am merely one of you.
Or at least, that is what I will make you believe.
Anastasia gripped her arms tightly as she walked. New York City was cold tonight. Colder than usual. Perhaps the gods were mocking her, for her idiotic behaviour, but that was unlikely. The only gods that ever paid her a split second of attention was her father and his nephew, Morpheus.
She rather the second have a taste for older women...
She could not help but regret running from Silas's home. Another fight that had escalated to her bursting into tears. She couldn't accept his comforting because his arms only made her body colder.
However, his house did the opposite.
She felt tempted to turn around and go back. Silas wouldn't be angry, in fact he would probably be relieved. But by the gods she wanted to hurt him and doing this d
Story Concept: RingmasterStory Concept: Ringmaster5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Description: The circus is everything. The surrounding towns and slums and villages and industrial metropolis Berceuse cater to it as onlookers and as curiosities. Every night (indistinguishable from evening since the sky is never unclouded in this place) the terrible and the wondrous are shown in the ring; freakish exiles displayed for the shadowy crowds amusement. The skillful perform, the deformed are exhibited, and the useless are maimed or even murdered for the delight of the spectators. Most in the circus desire any other lot then theirs, but its necessary to cater to the depraved desires of their handlers and the multitudes to earn room and board. Detractors are either kicked into the street to fend in a callous city or dangerous wilderness. Worse still they might be disciplined by the sinister Wardens, who rarely take unruly prisoners alive.
All proceedings are looking after by a rarely seen individual who wields the most power in all the surrounding land
The Surfer and the Merman CH 30The Surfer and the Merman CH 302 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hart, lost in thought, stood behind the wheel of his ship. He didn't need to steer, so his hands lay rested on the wheel. His crew was at work beneath him, making a lot of noise as they always do. To the right of him stood Ince, clothed in a white, loose dress. They had pillaged it earlier, but it was worthless up until this point. Once worn by Ince, it looked like it could have belonged to royalty. Hart admired him as Ince stared out into the horizon.
"What is on your mind?" Hart asked with a warm smile on his face.
Ince turned around to face him, his dress twirling in the process.
"My brother..." Ince began.
"You have siblings?" Hart questioned.
"I'm not sure. I do not remember having a family," Ince began to walk circles around Hart as he spoke, "but he was like a brother to me."
"Did something happen to him?"
"We got separated. The last time I saw him, we were being followed by your ship," Ince answered. Hart chuckled as he remembered how he had been chasing Ince, for he was so des
SoRoku - 'Not Study Game'SoRoku - 'Not Study Game'6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MHC: Im in a SoRoku mood Or a RokuSora one
Sora/Roxas: ITS A SIGN OF THE APPACOLYPSE!!!
MHC: Yeah, yeah just read the fanfic.
Sora Roxas purred from across the room and the brunette grunted in reply. Whatcha doin ? The Nobody mused almost seductively.
Sora didnt move from his seathis eyes still glued to the papers lying on the desk in front of him.
Roxas almost glided over to him, a sway in his step, and stopped to look over his companions shoulder.
Looks easy, He stated flatly, and the brunette grunted again.
A sly smile tugged at the blondes pale lips. He leaned forward, to where his cheek brushed against Soras hair, and moved to were his lips lightly pressed against the brunettes ear.
How about we play the not-study game?
His arms evaded the chair and wrapped themselves around Soras waist. The brunette didnt even fli
Train Them Yourself Train Them Yourself!Train Them Yourself3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Heeey, White! Come here!"
The running trainer screeched to a stop as she looked up to see the day care man waiting for her. Wondering what he possibly could want, she hurried up the stairs.
"Ah, it's you!" exclaimed the man.
"Of course it's me old man," White replied impatiently. "What do you want?"
"We were raising your Pokemon, and my goodness, were we surprised! Your Pokemon was holding an Egg!" the old man told her. "We don't know how it got there, but your Pokemon had it. You do want it, don't you?"
White vaguely remembered that she had left her Absol and her Ditto at the Day Care for training.
"Sure give me the Egg."
"You have no room for it right now " answered the Old Man. "Come back when you've made room."
White ground her teeth in frustration. She was hot on the trail of a Thundurus and she barely had time to waste talking to this old man let alone time to rearrange her party for some stupid Absol Egg.
"You know what old man," she said. "You
Death is a GiftI had just turned level 65 when it happened. When I learned Perish Song.Death is a Gift3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That move will make me unstoppable on the Battle Subway," My trainer exclaimed as he ignored me like usual.
I growled sleepily. We had been training like this all day.
"You can rest later," He told me. "Now show me what your new move does."
My trainer walked around in the tall grass while I reluctantly followed. We were in a large patch so it was only a few seconds before a wild Reuniclus jumped out.
"Use Perish Song," He commanded.
Yawning, I drew upon the newfound power that I now possessed.
It started off with the sky darkening. I stalled for a moment mid-move to stare up at my trainer in confusion.
"What are you waiting for Absol?" He yelled. "Attack it!"
It was then that I realized that the dark sky must only be occurring in my head. After all, Perish Song was used by Pokemon all the time and you never saw the sky darken when they used it.
I continued my attack and watched with interest as the sky grew darke
Bound in WordsWriter's block is a pain to have, I know because I had so many before and this one was no different right? Well without it I wouldn't be able to tell you this story about the strange world of words and how sometimes a hobby can trap you and never let go.Bound in Words2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat at my laptop staring into the screen with the blank piece of paper in front of me trying desperately to come up with a good story but no matter how many ideas shifted through my mind I couldn't find the perfect one with all the images sprang through my mind but I felt none of them wouldn't fit in words.
I needed a break some time to relax; maybe inspiration would come to me if I did. I opened up my e-mail to discover tones of junk, chain letters, hackers, annoying comments and some from my mother, I started by binge of deleting each one banishing them to the depths of e-mail hell.
With nearly all the e-mails gone I stopped noticing one e-mail with the title 'For writers, from writer' a strange title yes but I felt compelled to he
EPIC Warriors ChatroomEternally_Cliché has logged onEPIC Warriors Chatroom5 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Emoplotbunny: *wants to die now*
EPICFIRE345: Is this how ALL new warriors talk, Jayfeather?
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Dear Rule-breakerDear rule-breaker,Dear Rule-breaker3 years ago in Letters More Like This
For a while now, I have been keeping an eye on you and what you do around this website. I have to admit, I don't like the things I've seen so far. You have uploaded scanned manga, or other scanned images, screenshots, re-coloured screenshots and other images you have found from the Internet. Sometimes you have the decency, if one can call it that, to try and edit the image, so you have done at least something to it whether it is a simple (de)motivational poster or maybe an interesting collage of your favourite cartoon or game character. Too bad, the editing does not make it entirely your own work, since DeviantArt's rules are quite harsh on the matter of copyright law.
You know, there are members, who often like to help people out on the matters of breaking rules. They usually politely point out that you've done wrong and help you to fix things before it's too late. For the worst rule-breakers the administrators might strike a ban-hammer. And then they might m
Why Recolors are a No-NoWe see them everywhere. On fan-made YouTube videos with people's fan-characters, on Photobucket, DeviantART, even in a kid's coloring book. So the question is: why are recolored characters bad? Well all that will be explained, we will see if it's true artistic talent/creativity and the consequences recolors cause, as well as the overall reputation of how people look at recolors.Why Recolors are a No-No2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
So now, is recoloring a true artistic skill? Well let's see: when one recolors, you take someone's art of a character, you add either minor or major adjustments to your liking and then voila! A recolored character! The answer to that is a big fat NO. Recoloring is something ANYONE can do. Truly making a piece of art from scratch is something only skilled artists can produce seeing not everyone is as artistic as others. You see, a true artist would make his/her own work without the aid of another artist's work to color over. A true artist takes hours or much longer to produce art - something that recolorin
My Kidnapper .:Yaoi:.I awoke from my dizzying sleep, my sight blurred for a few seconds before I could see clearly where I was, I was in a dull grey room lying down on the bed which appeared to be the only thing in this room, they were no windows the only source of light came from an over-head lamp in the middle of the room. Most of my clothing was gone; I was only left in my light blue boxers. I wanted to rub my eyes but my arms were held in tight by a pair of cuffs on the rail, I pulled trying to see if they would come lose but to no avail, I was stuck in nothing but my boxers lying on a bed. I also felt a Leather collar on my neck, sort of one used on dogs.My Kidnapper .:Yaoi:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't know how I arrived, one moment I was walking home, it was dark and wet and I wanted to get back as soon as possible, I took a shortcut down an ally which would shed a few minutes, it was their I was ambushed from behind cloth over my mouth and nose and arm around waist holding my arms in tight, I struggled to escape as they held me, soon how
The Cabin Boy's Treasure .:Chapter One:.Chapter One: Sealed FateThe Cabin Boy's Treasure .:Chapter One:.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are many tales from the seven seas any many of them are told through the ages but some are forgotten, never told by fellow travellers or adventures and disappear to the bottom of the sea like so many lost ships. This is one of those tales that at first sound unbelievable but all I ask is for you to read on, this is the story about a young Cabin boy and how he came not across the greatest thing he'd set his eyes on, but also the greatest thing he loved.
Christopher never had it easy; sure he had dashing looks with his bushy black hair and emerald eyes and thin body but when it came to life it wasn't the best, he ran away from home at the young age of fourteen not wanting to follow in his father's footsteps of being a merchant staying in the same cluttered city all the time but instead he wanted to explore new places so the first ship he saw he got on, it was surprising to find that the Captain was considered one of the finest men in Britain Sir Albert Wins