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Armonia: Log: To Gamble With DeathArmonia: Log: To Gamble With Death7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moon hangs high in the night sky, a sliver of a crescent, like a glowing lantern awaiting to lead those that choose to follow. It lights up the row of dark houses, including one all the way down the street, secluded and apart.
The house in question sits farther away from the other houses on a mostly-dead lawn of curled and browning grass. The fence surrounding it shows signs of rot; the mail box is rusting and bent at an awkward angle, and its obvious that the mail has not been collected for many days. The house itself looks old and worn, with loose planks hanging by their last nails. The door seems broken and unable to close, its bolts
TuesdayTuesday9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A somber raise of the glasses,
the unbroken, yet half empty...
A somber cheers, in memoriam.
The reminder of great loss,
Well known to the uninvolved,
As a mark to remain upon history.
Vindictively vicious was
the scar ever unhealed,
Left upon a body already
mangled and slowly recovering.
How strange, this cycle of affliction.
How off the resemblance of occurrences
O'Lord, my infinite prayers...
to this horrid event in past.
To those taken to their appointed place
here after in the Afterlife.
Those fallen souls may they forever rest...
The Corner where we Met.The Corner where we Met.11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lovino skipped down the sidewalk. He was a big boy now, almost six; and he had wandered away from his nonna (grandma) and his fratellino (little brother) in favor of chasing a stray butterfly. His stubby legs tried their best to keep up with the fluttering wings, but eventually, Lovino was left behind as the little trickster flew up into the sky. The little Italian pouted and plopped down on the hard cement.
It wasn't fair damnit, he had almost caught it too.
His dark chocolate orbs looked around the street as he tried to look for his family. But as his nonna didn't materialize on the desolate street to scold him; he realized he was lost. T
Black Rabbit - Part threeBlack Rabbit - Part three10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Casey was absolutely shocked by what he saw, but he didn't yell or anything. Instead, he just hurried inside the closet and shut the door behind him. At this point the slut didn't really know what to do. His better judgment had flown out the window long ago even though he wasn't all that drunk. And in this situation, he didn't really know what to do other than take advantage. Plus, Shiloh probably wouldn't even remember in the morning. Without a second thought, Casey pinned the blindfolded boy against the free wall of the cluttered closet, going to suck and bite at his neck roughly. It was almost like Casey was on ecstasy; everything about Sh
Contract WIP“P-Please no,” the woman whimpered, her hands rising up to defend off the grisly hammer. The shadow loomed and began striking with the claw end of the hammer, the glistening prongs penetrating the cranium with a sharp crack.Contract WIP8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To Vetis, television, and the subsequent development of the horror movie was one of humanity’s greatest inventions. Vetis smiled at the overly explicit special effects. After a long day of providing humanity with temptation and damnation, the green eyed demon was perfectly content to sprawl out on his refurbished couch for some quality entertainment. The demon loosened his tie.
The angel arrived on
SophmoreI.Sophmore9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She reads the future from the back of discarded
Pokemon cards
Old video games
And ticket stubs to movies she did not like
But went to anyways
With these things she can see it all
Those who will betray her
Those who will forget
The monsters that hound her dreams
"Its so beautiful" she says, brushing the ticket
Against her lips
She consumes it without thinking
"And too much for me"
II.
Good times are found in bottles
And latex wrapped in plastic.
Of her many suitors,
She found she loved none.
Yet, all were allowed to plunder
the trove of her family's jewels.
"They don't deserve to know anyway,"
She replies between throws of nausea,
"Its none of their business."
Forget-me-not RUSЯ заметил ее, лежащей на дне озера без движения. Бледная фигурка под толщей воды, я уже не раз видел мертвых, но в&#Forget-me-not RUS11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Ugly OneThe Ugly One1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's sad to be ugly, don't you agree think? You smile, and everyone frowns, you talk, but no one ever listens.
That cute boy in your english class? He seems approachable? Forget it. That pretty girl over there likes him. You don't stand a chance.
You try to tell your mom, but she refuses to help. It's all in your head, she says, you are beautiful she says.
Well you know what mom? Your wrong! And all the people who say otherwise? Stop lying to me!
I know I'm ugly, okay?
I see the same weak, pathetic, excuse for a person every time I look in the mirror
I know I have bad skin
I know my hair won't sit still
I know I look unhealthy
Evil Angel..Evil Angel..8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somehow..
Life isn't as great as I thought it was..
I was smiling..
I was happy..
But now?
No..
Now I just want to die..
Now I just want to crawl under a rock..
and cry..
but I wont..
For I will also cause suffering to those..
who made me feel like this..
all that I still love..
I will fly over them..
For I am an evil angel..
Evil..
but still an angel..
A dark..
cold..
evil angel..
A heart broken..
Shattered..
Pained..
Evil angel..
Fractured :Ch.1:Fractured :Ch.1:1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Go and eat from the freshkill pile, Everkit," a cream tabby meowed tiredly. "If your stomach keeps growling like that I know I'll never be able to go back to sleep,"
Everkit's violet eyes peeked up from her mother's tail. Her timid back retched a little. "A-A-A-A-Are you s-s-su-"
"Yes! Go sweetheart, I'll be right here when you come back,"
Hesitantly she nodded and trotted slowly out of the nursery. She lowered her ears when she heard some of the queens purr in amusement behind her.
"So shy," one mused.
"She's definitely the momma's she-kit, isn't she?" another cackled.
No. I just don't wanna communicate with anyone else right no
Batman Arkham Asylum Chapter TwoBatman Arkham Asylum Chapter Two1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2:The Egg hunt riddle test
It was the next morning when Caresse woke to a pretty sun as she got out of bed and step on something on the floor OW SON OF FUCKEN BITCH I yelled as I was jumping up and down on one foot holding my other foot What the fuck did I step on I asked angerly to myself as I looked on the floor there was green eggs with question marks on them that had a peice of paper that had a riddle in them as Caresse picked up the frist peice of paper and read it the paper said:Hello there darling how are you today?Fine?Good.If you follow the egg trail that the eggs lead you and answer all the riddles correctly then your meet
Diableret's arkham report 1Diableret's arkham report 11 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Diableret's Arkham profile
Patient no: 491211518520
Allias: Diableret
Name: Miss Marie Duguid
Height: 5ft 4in
Nationality: British – Scottish
Hair Colour: Red (obviously dyed), natural colour reported to be brown
Eye Colour: Hazel/ dark
Skin: Caucasian – very fair
Distinctive features: Birth spot on left cheek
Assigned Doctor: Dr Juilian Drake
Psychological Profile:
I have found Miss Duguid very hard to profile as her less than co-operative nature has been displayed to me time and time again in our sessions. From what I can deduce, she is a
Black and WhiteAs I sit in class I am judged and studied by what I do. I am quiet for weeks. One day I am called upon by my teacher. I quickly answer and go back to my silent vigial. Then we do group activities. I sit across from a talkative boy. When I start to speak, he shushs me and I stare at him. I try again and he repeats his words.Shuting my mouth I find two colors now. Black and White.Black and White2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The black is the popular students and white is the nerds,quiet ones and unpopular students. Everyone but me is black. I sit in class the only white one as everyone around me laughs and jokes around, I sit silent once more. Keeping my thoughts and answers to myself. S
How To Create a Mary SueSo! You want to make a character! That's amazing; there are lots of great characters out there. But wait, you don't want to make a normal character, do you? Ones that you see in books like Harry Potter and The Babysitter's Club? No, you don't. You will instead be making a great type of character called a Mary Sue.How To Create a Mary Sue2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing you're going to do is give your character a name. Name is EVERYTHING. The perfect name for your character, if it happens to be a Mary Sue, must represent the character's utmost importance in the universe. Joe and Sally are just regular names that about three-thousand four-hundred ninety-eight people have, so you'll
Warriors Ch4, Into the Wild canceledWarriors Ch4, Into the Wild canceled2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~~~~~Chapter 4~~~~~~~~
Sefra woke up to the sun, blazing though the reaching tree branches.
"Ahh, morning already huh?" She got up to a crawl position and stretched out her forelimbs and left leg, and positioned herself to a stand up position, yet oddly she still felt herself on all fours.
"Humm?" Still half asleep, she didn't realize how different her body felt, nor how everything suddenly seemed so big. She took a look at herself. She wasn't human anymore; but instead, she was covered in grey fur, noticed stripes of darker grey on the fur patterned on her; had a long tail, and joints were arranged in a different way, making her walk o
Unjust EmotionUnjust EmotionUnjust Emotion2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
(Named after song "Emotion" from Pokémon Black/White)
Here I am, behind the Keyboard again. Just a kid, with a dream, a resolve, and A Wish For Peace. How should I start this one now… I should ask things to you.
Well, one thing I noticed, people sometimes tell others to "grow up." I wonder what does that mean? Does it mean just growing older and tossing aside things you used to do? Do grown-ups know what to do with the world? They tend to make things more complicated they things have to be… while a few kids find a simple way to solve the problems…or at least help them. I want to help with the world's prob
Short PreviewShort Preview2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Frosted Winds Chp 1
Chapter 1
"Knowledge"
Frostwind sat silently near the Thunderclan warriors den, her heart sinking ever deeper into her chest. She snarled " Ignorant, Little, witch...." She cursed under her breathe, the silver warrior lashed her long tail and stared angrily at an fiery orange She-cat. The sleek female silently guiding three eager kits to the nursery. "B-But Can we at least stay abit longer outside!?" Cried an black She-kit. Frostwind grunted watching intently to the scene infront of her. "No, Now Hollykit go back to the nursery with Jaykit." The orange she-cat mewed sternly. An somewhat large golden kitten Tom s
Who SaysWho Says2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jason's beat up truck stopped on the side of the gravel road. Grabbing my guitar I hopped out and headed towards the bon-fire. Everyone was here, already sitting around the fire laughing and joking around. Tonight was going to be great.
With Jason by my side, I felt powerful like I could now conquer anything. The bad times of cutting are gone from my life and I'm finally happy. The bullying has stopped and the scars are fading. Jason's fingers are interlaced with mine: he squeezes my hand afraid I might let go. I'm not going to but I'm glad he worried; at least I know someone cares. I lean my head on his shoulder- he looks down and smiles- a
ShineShine2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The music starts. Four Seasons- Winter by Antonio Vivaldi plays through the speakers as the girls rise from the floor. In their, cloud blue coloring, ballet costumes, the skirts bounce on their legs as they spin to the slow music. Their dancing is magnificent, on time, they never miss a beat nor step. Spinning and twirling, lifting feet and arms, they stay in pace with each other. Sometimes forming shapes and some times not, they stay dancing.
About half way through, a young man walks in. His not to thin not to thick body walks passed the people watching in the back row. He's got nice set of green eyes and a dashing smile, his dark brown hai
Crying?Crying?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is it ok to cry?
You hate when your eyes fill up with tears. And instantly you know your crying. You hate crying. You feel weak, when you cry, like your giving up, like all the power over yourself is being drained from you. Sometimes you would rather just scream or yell, anything but cry.
We cry over so many things, Family members dieing, getting bullied, sad movies, romance, happy things, bad things, and sad things. And then sometimes we just cry.
Don't you hate when you just got dumped and all you want to do is sit on your bed curled up into a little ball be surrounded by tissues and cry your eyes out.
Or
When you just fo
A Gift For A Princess10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word
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CH 02 - (Dilandau)Chapter TwoCH 02 - (Dilandau)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I believe at this time, I had come to accept that I was never leaving, never returning to the city of Fael'Danal. It had likely been burned to ash, nothing left in their wake, they were crude, violent and relentless with races that were not on their alliance. I'd grown accustomed to the vicious dog fights they set us to, it had been perhaps some weeks since I'd been placed in my new room, and by this time I'd killed a good number of children - some younger than I, many older. I recall each and every face, the look they held as they sat before me, pleading me to let them go. I wish they had realized, I, too, was given no choice i
Wayne vs. LawrenceBruce mira por la cristalera de su despacho. Está intrigado por saber que es el edificio de enfrente. Llevaban construyendo aquellas oficinas desde hacía poco más de medio año. Había estado investigando sobre que empresa iba a instalarse allí: ni una pista. Ya habían puesto el cartel de la empresa, pero estaba cubierto por una lona que no dejaba nada que ver. Curiosamente, el edificio tenía la misma altura y el mismo número de plantas que la Torre Wayne. Y parecía que en el último piso se encontraba el despacho, justo enfrente del suyo.Wayne vs. Lawrence3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
La secretaria habló por el interfono:
- Se
The ForgottenThe Forgotten8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Happy Halloween from Bloody-Rabbit-14 and The-Photo-Exorcist >: D
Story is mine.
Picture belongs to the original owner.
The dead souls that are left from other's deaths are often remembered. But when one soul is completely forgotten they go out and seek revenge from those who never remembered that they existed. The soul becomes angered and aggressive week by week, month by month, and year by year. Each passing day is just another day of anger, sorrow, and depression that can never be healed. There is this male soul and if you saw him he would even scare the most powerful demons of the depths of hell.
He had ocean blue eyes that didn't h
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