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.
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
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.
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
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.
RematchRematch2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
The Training Room
The sound of metal being crushed, torn to shreds by an angry emerald-skinned giant, who decided to vent his rage, echoes throughout the entire room. A thunderous roar soon follows as the Green Goliath lashes out against the remaining obstacles that dared to assault him. In a matter of minutes everything is destroyed, leaving nothing but carnage and destruction in his wake.
JARVIS' announcement goes seemingly unnoticed by the Hulk, blocked out by his breathing and the savage rage that threatened to consume his mind. He stands motionless, unmoving from the very spot where he terminated the remaining obstacles. Then he heard the sound of hands clapping together, which immediately causes him to turn in the direction that the sound originated f
Two Women, One HulkTwo Women, One Hulk4 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
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.
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
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
Shades of Green: Heart of the Monster- Chapter 2Shades of Green: Heart of the Monster- Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: Heart of the Monster
Chapter Two- Love and Family
The Training Room
Bolts of emerald plasma energy smash into the surroundings, their explosive force melting steel and creating smoke and sending chunks of debris through the air. A massive form rushes out from the smoke, the most powerful being on the entire planet, the Gamma Goliath known as the Incredible Hulk! Unleashing a thunderous roar, his green eyes filled with rage, the Hulk charges towards his attacker. However, this attacker was actually his sparring partner, the one being that he treasured more than life itself, Sheena Elizabeth Goh... otherwise known by the name of Shego.
Shego stood her ground, waiting for the Hulk to come close enough for her to strike! Moving at a speed that seemed almost unnaturally superhuman, Shego effortless
Arkham visit 10: deal with itArkham visit 10: deal with it4 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
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?
The Balance of Power- Chapter 2The Balance of Power- Chapter 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Balance of Power
Visions and Awakening
Cool, mysterious, silent.
It surrounded her, making up the very environment that she walked amongst. Korra couldn't make out where she was, for how could she or any person in her position? The mists that covered the landscape made it all appear to be completely indifferent, every square inch no more distinguishable from the rest.
"Hello?", Korra calls out, finding herself wondering through the mists.
"Is someone there? Anybody?", Korra calls out once again, her only answer being that of the silence that surrounded her.
Suddenly, two humanoid figures appear in the distance, causing her to slowly make her approach in the intended direction. When she got within distance of the two humanoid
The One ThingIrene groaned as her best efforts to prevent the inevitable proved fruitless and her hand dropped toward the rough wood.The One Thing4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her knuckles had barely brushed it when Gilmore grinned and slapped the table. "Touching!"
"Ha!" Fergus crowed, still not letting up until Irene let her arm go limp in surrender. "I can still beat you, little sister."
She sighed before grinning at him. "Not for much longer. I've only been training for four years, compared to your nine, and I'm already giving you a run for your money, big brother." She put a teasing emphasis on the last words, pairing them with a playful swing at his shoulder.
"You're just not allowed to beat me until you're eighteen, alright?" Fergus joked as he pushed back from the table. "Losing to my younger sister will be bad enough then, but my sixteen year old sister beating me at arm wrestling is just not allowed to happen." He leaned over to tweak the bridge of her nose. "Promise?"
"I make no such promise,
The Vampire of PonyvilleA My Little Pony/Adventure Time crossover fiction!The Vampire of Ponyville2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Rainbow Dash is flying furiously fast! She feels the bow shock at the front because of how close she is to the sound barrier, and feels the tears from in her eyes from the speed of the air past her face. She thinks, “C’mon, just a little more…” and BOOM! A bright multicolor ring explodes around her and she starts leaving a stupendous rainbow trail behind her. She looks back and smirks and gets a big smile as she slowly catches up to the red dot in front of her…
Shelby is smiling big, although it’s hidden by the Bloodforged mask on her face! She has been working on her blood red energy afterburner technique, and its working! She left Rainbow Dash in the dust and she is cruising towards the finish line. All of a sudden she sees a burst of color behind her; she turns her head and sees Rainbow catching up to her! S
Broken PromisesBroken Promises3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Days pass on like years
Without you by my side,
Life feels so dull
Without your mesmerizing eyes and goofy smile,
My heart pains with aching
Without the never- ending joy I have when I see you...
Missing your jokes,
The way you look at me with those eyes,
The way you talk to me,
The way you tell me how important I am to you,
The way you tell me that you love me...
It all points to being love struck,
But I'm scared to trust you,
To love you back,
To be open with you in a way I never have with anyone before....
You promise that you'll never leave me,
You promise that you'll love me forever,
You promise that you'll help me through anything,
But you know,
And I know,
That you have a tendency of breaking your promises...
Just Not Good EnoughJust Not Good Enough3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These expectations you've set for me, They surpass anything I could ever reach
These expectations I've set for me, They surpass anything I could ever reach
These expectations... I just can't meet
Everything is just out of reach
Torturing me silently
No one hears my silent cries
My pleas for help
No one hears anything because I am alone
Alone in my torturous expectations
They scream in my mind
I am not good enough for you
I am not good enough no one can see me
No one knows me
No one should
But it does not effect you
It effects no body at all
Because I am alone
In a crowded room
With no one except me
The room is not crowded with people, no
The room is not crowded with what you would think
This room is suffocating me with the expectations whirling around me
But not the ones that others have set, no
This room is suffocating me with
My judgments of me
And my questions to myself
My screams for help
But I am never heard
For this room
Snow QueenSnow Queen2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I find thee all in ice ensnared,
the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,
trapped in a wet and wintry grave -
the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?
They brought you here, their souls enslaved.
The altar where your minions prayed -
a brilliant diadem of ice,
the offering that your cold heart craved.
They linger here whilst you entice
their frozen limbs as sacrifice.
Their wizened hands by you declared
the chosen few who paid your price
Captain Equestria - 02 - What'd You Leave BehindAct I:Captain Equestria - 02 - What'd You Leave Behind2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Smoke on the Horizon”
“Daddy, What’d You Leave Behind For Me?”
Apple Buck took a deep breath, looking at himself in the mirror. The sun was just beginning to peek over the eastern fields and the room was bathed in a gentle pink light. He fiddled with his old brown jacket and vest, doing his to best make himself presentable. Today was the first day of his new job. He had shaved, combed his hair and made sure he looked as clean as possible. Though a part of him was laughing on the inside since he knew that it would mean absolutely nothing once he started working, but he also knew that the Apples were still a proud family, even if the times demanded their submission.
Apple Buck tweaked his vest before reaching for his prized hat. His hoof gently pressed on the hat’s rim, and he stopped to glance down at the simple, black and white photograph that sat tucked in the mirror frame. It showed him and his wife, with their three