Farewell, Dungeon Master.Somewhere out there, in the distant worlds of Eberron, Faerun, Aber-Toril and countless other lands that lay just a hairsbreadth askew of our own, every celestial and infernal, gnome and troll, elf and dwarf, human and orc, and yes, even the noble Dragons themselves...Farewell, Dungeon Master.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of them stopped their battles, their struggles, and fell quiet. Some stood gazing skyward in muted awe, others falling to their knees and bowing their heads in prayerful tears...
Though none of them knew why they did, all of them, from the smallest kobold to the mighty Tarrasque, stopped in a moment of silence, for they knew that somewhere, somehow, a Greatness passed from the realms of the living into the stillness of the dead.
And nothing any of them could do, could restore that Greatness to them. All they knew was that the memory remained, and that was enough to ensure that Greatness could never truly perish.
For I am a WriterYou walk down the streets. What do you see?For I am a Writer2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Some guy, sitting on a bench, waiting for his bus as he sips coffee from a Starbucks cup and reads the newspaper. A man and a woman, holding hands in a tight embrace. A taxi with no passenger drives slowly over the cracked pavement. A plump lady goes into a bistro.
Seems pretty average, right?
Let's look at the same scene through my eyes.
I see the guy on the bench, though his cup contains the blood of his last victim as he waits for the bus on a one way trip to hell. The man and the woman holding hands are stalked by a lone figure in the shadows. The taxi driver is insane, on a spree to see how many people he can run over. The pavement is cracked by plants, who will rise, angry at the humans who kill them to build polluted cities. The plump lady going in the bistro doesn't have a taste for the gourmet food, but instead for human flesh.
I see this, anywhere I go.
For I am a Writer.
Fight As One LyricsOur World's about to break.Fight As One Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tormented and Attacked
Lost from when we wake
With no way to go back
I'm Standing on my own.
But now I'm not alone (Avengers Assemble).
Always we will fight as one,
Till the battle's won
with evil on the run
we never come undone
Assemble, we are strong
Forever fight as one
Assembled we are strong
Forever fight as one
Two Women, One HulkTwo Women, One Hulk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
Two Women, One Hulk
The Realm of Asgard
Thor was now leaving Asgard after visiting his father Odin, who wished to speak with him regarding the mortals that helped saved the nine realms from destruction at the hands of Loki. The conversation between Odin and Thor, like most of their discussions, was very brief and left the Thunder God wondering, for it seemed like Odin knew something that nobody else did and was intentionally hiding it. Thor could only begin to guess what his father was hiding, but whatever it was, it was something that was not meant to be revealed to anyone at this particular point of time.
He could only hope that whenever this secret was, it would be revealed to him and his fellow Avengers before it is too late. Thor continued to walk through the halls, his mind deep in thought regarding his conversation with Odin, and thus did not seem to notice the sound of approaching footsteps. It was only when this particular person announced her presen
Muscle Women: Where's the loveBefore I begin, let me start off by saying that I am a fan of muscular women. Don't know or remember when that started, but I am. If you already know that, then forget what I said.Muscle Women: Where's the love8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anyway, here's a little piece called: "Muscle Women: Where's the love?"
Why don't more people love muscle women? What is it about not having a stick-figuresque body that drives people away? Muscles can be sexy too. If muscular men can attract women, why not vice versa? I'm going to explore the possible reasons for people not wanting to have anything to do with muscular women.
1. Muscle women want to make men their sex slaves and/or kill them.
Sure, some of them maybe...and maybe there are some S&M people who like that kinda stuff. But not ALL of them. I bet some guys on the internet saw some pics from Kinsyo(a muscle artist from Japan) or read some web fiction about muscle women who like to kill men.
Gusters storyGuster walked out of the prison, squinting at the light, and muttered something under her breath. Ill have to get her back later, she thought to herself. She looked up as her eyes adjusted to the brightness and saw a man dressed up in a suit. He seemed rather charming, though the way he carried himself made it seem like he liked being in charge. Since he was in Gusters way, she tried to just keep walking until she got past him towards the nearest bus station home. But he was trying to get her attention.Gusters story6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You can at least talk to the person who bailed you out of jail. He calmly exclaimed. Guster stopped, and gives the man the evil eye. He stops speaking, and presses Guster no further. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small business card. As Guster takes it the man introduces himself. Hello, I am Jeremy Allen, and Im looking for people with your abilities to be in a reality television show. Let me know if you are interested.
Kingdom Hearts 3 Marvel ideaKingdom Hearts 3: a Marvelous Idea?Kingdom Hearts 3 Marvel idea4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is an idea for an world to use in my Kingdom hearts 3 idea, ever since Disney brought marvel (or not I don't know) I though of a way to incorporate a Marvel World for kingdom hearts so here is my idea
In Twilight town, the player sees an old man on the ground while the Heartless surround him, after a quick battle with them the player helps up the old man, the old man curses the heartless because when he was attack he was a large load of pages, the player ask why the papers where so important to him which he replies that he is a comic book writer and artist and he had recently set up a comic book stand up and the papers he was carry were the finished comics he made on the opening of his store, the player notices a couples pages on the ground and gives them to old man, the old noticed it was the start of one of the comics he made, he then told the player to come to store to give him a gift for saving him, then the player ask who the old man was an
Arkham visit 10: deal with itArkham visit 10: deal with it3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Patients` number: 121. Patient`s name unknown
- You can call me Joker, Dr. Dunne. said the man in a straightjacket. His face was cheerful but inside his eyes something weird was hidden. He looked around and yawned.
- I know I should cover my mouth but it`s really hard in my position, hahahaha.
- Joker, you have escaped again. Why? - asked doctor with curiosity.
- I haven`t escaped. I just left - answered and smiled innocently.
- What do you mean?
- Come on! Come on! Use your brain, doc! I won`t do all the work for you, HAHAHhahah. Oh! I`d almost forgot! Is the Poison Ivy here??? I brought her a gift?
- How!! You can`t you`re not allowed to have anything from the outside here! What`s that?!
- There is no reason to panic, doc. It`s a weed killer, Hahahahaha HHAHAHAHhahahHAHAH AAHAHhahaha
- Ok Joker, that`s enough. Why have you escaped?
- I already told ya`. I don`t have to escape from home - Jokers eyes closed. He was sitting calmly, like he w
Essay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong GoalEssay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong Goal3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We're all job creators
I recently saw a clip of Peter Schiff interviewing an Occupy Wall Street protester. Schiff asked him how many jobs he creates, and unfortunately, the protester wasn't prepared for this question. (Although it was being filmed by Drew Carey's libertarian group called Reason TV, so if anybody did raise good points against him, we'd never see it anyway.)
Contrary to Schiff's shortsighted view of the economy, common people do create jobs. We hire orthodontists, doctors, lawyers, mechanics, plumbers, electricians, HVAC technicians, exterminators, and many other professionals. Their careers directly depend on enough working class people being able to afford to hire them.
Less directly but just as importantly, we hire businesses (and the factories and transportation companies which supply those businesses) whenever we patronize them. If they lose consumer demand (like they would if their
Of Ms. QuinnOf Ms. Quinn6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beside me, standing, smiling, soullessly
Her head full to the brim with nothingness.
I brought her to this lowly state, you see.
The psychiatrist to madness regressed.
I know no longer why I drove her mad
For I am but a dog, chomping at chains.
Yet so much pride when I saw her new-clad
A harlequin, her wide smile unrestrained.
This madhouse has enough room for us both
But a spoiled child is she, wanting still more.
And for her blind devotion, her I loathe
And she will pay, feel disappointment's sore.
For if shes fool enough to bleed for love
Who am I to deny my turtledove?
Opposites AttractShe believed in true love and happily ever after.Opposites Attract4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He thought tumble weeds knew more about life than humans.
They had starlight in the desert, but it turned icy before dawn.
She danced because it was good money and made her feel empowered.
He liked to watch hips and lips; they could tell stories that eyes never would.
Together they watered neurosis and fed paranoia.
She clutched rosaries and medals like magic amulets.
He pinched joints and chugged Jack like they were maps and rivers to Nirvana.
They were a match unmade in Heaven, and dissatisfaction was never so grudging lived.
She painted new worlds and hopes in water color dresses.
He analyzed gods and humanity in calcium deposits and molecular structures.
For a relationship that never had a chance, they could have been almost perfect.
EventuallyIt too ended eventuallyEventually3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it slipped off your fingers
You tried to catch it until the last second
You let go a split second before it hit the ground
To watch it come undone by a single blow
Then you started to cry, hate, hurt
Just to keep the feeling alive
Just to feel alive
Why are you..."Why are you so stupid, KF? The whole mission failed because of your mistake!"Why are you...2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why are you so obnoxious? Do you really think I don't know that already? I don't need you telling it to me again!"
"Why do you always make it sound like I'm the bad guy here?"
"Why do you always have to take everything the wrong way?"
"Why can you never be serious for once in your life!"
"Why do you not get that I just saved your ass?"
"Why do you not get it that my ass didn't need saving!"
"Why don't you just suck it up and shut up!"
"Why don't you get that you're not helping anything by"
"Why is it so hard for you to comprehend"
"Why do you have to be so"
"WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I REALLY REALLY CARE FOR YOU AND THAT THE ONLY REASON THAT I DIDN'T FOLLOW THE ORDERS WAS BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU WERE OKAY!?"
"Why the hell did you not just say that in the first place "
Bitter Sweet CasualtyThe pressure finally got to youBitter Sweet Casualty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blind eyes just couldn't see
You died inside so long ago
Another bitter sweet casualty
Beneath the surface you cried out
Yet you didn't make a sound
Your friends were always there for you
Despite it all you drowned
Pathetically you just gave up
You lost your will to live
A lack of effort sealed your fate
Life had so much to give
But its too late you made your choice
You chose the cowards way
And now you are the selfish one
Alone you will decay
Your suicidal dream was a nightmare
This dream left real marks
Sweet memories have become weapons
Bleak knives scar loved ones hearts
The Author Is InferiorThe author of this poem is intellectually inferiorThe Author Is Inferior4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As given by his terminology.
Despite his intelligent appearance on his exterior;
A visage that could not be more untrue.
I hold a subjective perspective of his personal psyche,
As intelligence Is measured through IQs.
The author of this poem is not accepted within my subculture;
Reason being that he is too different.
To his expired mind my people are proverbial vultures,
Feasting on his late philosophy's dues.
I retain a viewpoint free of prejudice and cold resent,
As intelligence is measured through IQs.
The author of this poem is obviously greatly uncivilized;
His viewpoint is radical and extreme,
Claiming higher knowledge of anything with such a pair of eyes
Without human constructs to guide him through.
I hold a correct and moderate viewpoint, as opposed to he,
As intelligence is measured through IQs.
The author of this poem is generally a lesser human being,
Proven by his inferiority.
Scrambling, shambling, across the trench of da
A Prophets VisionRainbows in oil stained puddlesA Prophets Vision4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where I watch my thoughts
reflect back in inky black,
catching now and than
in the headlights to dance
in a metallic shine.
this beauty which comes
with fragments of regret,
it is but the way with all poison,
they entrance with their dazzling
colors, the irony, meant to warn you away,
yet so irresistible you want to reach
out and touch it.
Dip my fingers in
and stir it around, but it is thick
a viscous liquid
which falls in heavy black drops,
each one like of my thoughts,
which disappear back into
the darkness again.
I would paint my skin
with these colors as my blood
flows warm within and my eyes
become lost as I swim inside
tears.my face drowns in the flow of tearstears.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i feel nothing but a heavy heartache
for all that i've gone through over the years
knowing that loving you was a mistake
the tears drench my cheeks as i think back
on all the memories that we shared
somehow i knew that you would lack
the ability to show you cared
these tears won't easily go away
they fall so quickly and stay so long
but i know that they will dry up someday
and i'll forget how i have been wronged
Ultimately, Reflections of Jessica DrewUltimately, Reflections of Jessica Drew3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was gone. And, just like when she lost him the first time, she hadn't been able to at least help him or be by his side when it happened. The only thing she had left was her damn reflection. Every time she looked into the mirror she saw him. Seconds later after looking, the guilt, the sadness, the pain would all settle in and Jess's knees would buckle. "It'd get easier," they told her, "Some day it will." But that wasn't soon enough for her--she just wanted the ache to go away.
And it did, eventually, until she looked into the mirror again and broke down all over again.
Jessica hadn't gone to the funeral. The first, obvious reason being her looks. Too many questions to answer if someone noticed her. The second Tony had brought up when he offered to escort her along with Aunt May and Gwen. She did consider it, as it might have been a little therapeutic to be able to grief with others who were close to him. She had respectively declined his offer, knowing that it would only
Come Into Me [Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson]They're just messing around in the study when Dick puts the stereo on, and starts tapping his feet to Cheap Trick. Stephanie hums along, Cassandra looks interested, and Tim raises his eyebrows. Bruce, and Mr. Permanently-attached-to-these-earphones-that-mercifully-block-out-most-of-your-garbage-Grayson that is, Damian ignore the music completely, but that's just predictable to the point of being boring.Come Into Me [Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Still, Dick is inordinately proud of the fact that he sticks to only whistling the next few songs, with maybe a little hip shake or two. When the last track on the playlist comes on, though, it's not so much a time for words as as it to give in to the music and just dance.
Steph and Cass are quick to join him, and Dick figures there are worse things in life than dancing with two pretty girls. Especially if one of them is enthusiastically singing the words along with him.
"Tt. You sound like a harpy, Brown." Dick doesn't need to turn to see Damian's glare, but Steph
Family Matters - A Linchpin InterludeFamily Matters - A Linchpin Interlude2 years ago in Drama More Like This
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been sitting on this one for a while. I didn't know if I liked it when I first wrote it and then I kind of forgot about it. However, my new poll has reminded me that many of you want to see more in the Linchpin verse, so I dug this out and cleaned it up a bit. It's nothing but pure fluff – which is why I think I'm so iffy about it. There is no Robin Torture at all in it! Seriously!
DISCLAIMER: I've said it many times, but I'll say it again because I don't want to be sued: They're not mine! (Please don't sue me!)
FAMILY MATTERS (A Linchpin Interlude)
April 09, 09:15 EDT
The rain was falling lightly, tapping the large skylight with a pitter-patter that was accompanied by the heavy base of Foster the People. Jason tucked in the end of the towel he had wrapped around his waist and wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror. Runn
TimeLife passes with slow sadness, with the confusion of the days I grab into your memory, and into the hope to seeing to again someday.Time4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why should I breath?, Why should I love you all the time?, You are the only thing that my soul wants, the only reason why my heart screams in agony with every single day that passes.
The days feels so heavy, the nights so confusing, why should I move if my heart feels so heavy, why should I hide?, because there is no reason to run away, I want you to see me, with no masks, I want you to find me and save me of my own soul.