The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
Mechwiry1.Nazwa Rasy: MechwiryMechwiry2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Całkowita (tzn. z ogonem, szyją, głową i tułowiem): 68 metrów
Ogona: [samego] 25 metrów
Tułowia: 20 metrów
Szyi: 8 metrów
Głowy: 15 metrów
W kłębie: 30 metrów
Do czubka głowy: 48 metrów
Łap przednich (wyprostowanych): 20 metrów
Łap tylnych (wyprostowanych): 22 metry
-Rozpiętość skrzydeł: 80 metrów
-Postawa: zawsze na 4 łapach
-Blady, ciemnozielony z czerwonym futrem i jaskrawymi, zielonymi rogami
-Czerwonawobrązowy z seledynowym futrem i fioletowymi rogami
-Blady granatowy z żółtym futrem i seledynowymi rogami
-Żółtoszary z granatowym futrem i różowymi rogami
[dam art, na którym będą, nie umiem opis
HateA poisonous emotionHate5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born of ignorance and fear
A perverted devotion
Too many choose to adhere.
I am done with hate
It shall no longer define
Nor be the way I relate
And now is the time.
To set myself free
From the cycle of loathing
As the summer shall be
To so much winter clothing
As hate is taught
Love can be learned
Though, hate is never sought
Love must always be earned.
Guide to Advanced CritiquesTutorial IndexGuide to Advanced Critiques7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What a Critique is NOT
What Is Advanced Critique?
Guide To Advanced Critique
Writing the Advanced Critique
An Example of a Critique
Advanced critique is as much
Sheriff of Copper Fold ch2Hestra, majordomo of Lady Talphenia arrived in the entrance hall of the castle to greet the new arrivals.Sheriff of Copper Fold ch22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Standing in the hallway was a man and a woman.
The man was very tall. He wore a long leather coat and a broad brimmed hat.
His face was tanned and weatherbeaten. His hair was greying. Yet it was his eyes that struck Hestra. Those two blue eyes targeted her with a fixed stare. Something seemed to burn in that gaze; a hatred, not a cold hatred, but an anger that would have consumed the world if it could.
His face seemed locked in a harsh grimace. It was as though looking at the majordomo was some chore to be endured, as though he were looking at something that filled him with disgust.
This could only be Skennitus, Holy Inquisitor and Paladin of the Church as well as, soon to be Sheriff of Copper Fold.
The young woman who accompanied him was similarly dressed in a leather coat and broad brimmed hat. She had long red hair. Her cheekbones were narrow and her ears were pointed. She had t
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
A true heroA true hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn to be held
I can no longer stay
So please take me, and hide me before it's too late
I never wanted you to know that I don't care about myself anymore
You need to know up until this day I still feel so, so hollow
It's okay, it's okay, feel my peace, I'm giving it to you, so don't worry
Because you need it more
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
The Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird ZapdosThe Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird Zapdos3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mewtwo glared at Lucario, eyes so ferocious he was certain he would go blind if he did not look away from them. Supposedly the powerful psychic had the ability to kill him before he could even blink, and so he sharpened his reflexes as much as possible and was ready to leap away at the slightest notice of an attack. Meanwhile, the dark radiance grew so thick and hopeless that Lucario wondered if maybe he had already been attacked, life fading away from him as he was slowly dying.
Instantly, everything let up as Mewtwo turned his back to them through a swaying motion, Lucario falling forward in surprise.
"Farewell," he said, bending his legs to the ground and getting ready to take off.
"Wait, Mewtwo!" Mew shouted in surprise as she flew towards him, "You came all this way for nothing!?"
"Silence, original!" Mewtwo roared ferociously, stopping himself but still not turning around, "I tolerate your presence under protest. If you wish me to mingle with other legendaries, regular Pokém
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
What my friend thinks All Of Me saysAre these REALLY the lyrics? No.What my friend thinks All Of Me says1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
DORITO, RITO, RITOS,
ALL OVER THE FLOOR!
Unleash your inner feces, and one by one they fall!
That's why I eat the floor, and dream on and roooaaar!
I am all (x2) ONE FLOOR!
Here we go away, here we go away, here we go away, here I go!
To the freakin' lip, then we go! (gogogo)
Once the one when you went to where you were, guy, just stab it!
Do it, do it, do it, DO IT!
Can't you see my destiny, walk into a mystery, step inside, 404 denied!
Do you remember me, caption me to see me, I am water, i am water, i am!
I am the olive me, I AM! I am the olive me, I AM! I am the olive me, I AM! I am the olive me, I AM, HERE WE GO!!!
Watching my cheerio-evil, my hands will crush me all!
Watching me have the answer, laugh and watch it fall!
That's why I eat the floor, and dream on and roooaaar!
I am all (x2) ONE FLOOR!
Here we go away, here we go away, here we go away, here I go
To the freakin' lip, then we go! (gogogo)
Zwischen den Grenzen Kapitel 1Ein angenehm erfrischender Luftzug wehte Kai entgegen, als er die Hintertür des Ladens abschloss. Die Abkühlung tat ihm nach den Sauna Temperaturen in dem Hinterzimmer des Computerservices gut. Am liebsten hätte er das Fenster schon bei dem Gewitter, welches vor zwei Stunden gewütet hatte, aufgerissen, um die Luft zu verbessern. Aber so heftig, wie der Regen gegen die Fensterscheibe geschlagen hatte, hätte sicher bald der ganze Raum unter Wasser gestanden. Und die Computer wären nicht sehr begeistert davon gewesen.Zwischen den Grenzen Kapitel 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Für die Festivalbesucher hatte das Ganze diesmal wohl ein sehr vorzeitiges Ende, dachte Kai mit einem Blick auf eine Wiese. In dem dämmrigen Abendlicht konnte er dort jede Menge Chaos erkennen, welches aussah, als wäre alles in Hektik zurückgelassen wurden.
Er setzte die Kapuze seiner Sweatshirt Jacke auf, als die Wolken erneut aufrissen und ihren Ballast abwarfen. Zwar würde ihn der Stoff auch nicht trocken halte
Wasteland - Unter den acht Monden_Kapitel 9-GermanWasteland - Unter den acht Monden_Kapitel 9-German7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ich konnte nicht fassen, was gerade passiert war.
Blake Corsen, gerade noch dabei, uns aus dieser Hölle zu befreien, lag nun verblutend und nach Luft ringend am Boden.
Völlig geistesabwesend griff ich den nächst besten, ich glaube, es war Hannah, an der Hand und zog sie mit mir. Ich verschwendete keine Sekunde damit, auch nur einen Blick zurück zu werfen.
Doch dann sah ich doch für einen Moment nach Hinten. Ich sah Marlon, wie er wie eine Furie auf King zusprang und ihn ins Gesicht schlug. Ich hielt an.
,,Marlon, bau keinen Scheiß!“
Röchelnd rannten er und die Anderen los und stießen zu uns auf.
,,Du blöder Hurensohn!“ ein weiterer Schuss viel. Die Kugel verfehlte meinen Kopf knapp und schlug in einen Baum ein.,,Das Fleisch entkommt! Fangt sie wieder ein!“
Ich weiß nicht, wer da geschrien hat. Ich weiß nur, dass wir ihm ohne zu zögern nachgekommen sind.