old and time-weathered soul.Emily liked to imagine that she was from a different time.old and time-weathered soul.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d sit on her bed and smooth out the covers, fold the sheets with crisp lines and perfect, symmetrical shapes. She’d place the chipped tea cup on the bookshelf and push back the linen curtains. But she would never open her eyes. No, you see, because if she did, she would have to see the traffic that buzzed like summer bees below her and the water stain dripping down the side of her window. She’d have to admit that outside, reality was not what she wished, and, frankly, she wasn’t ready to stop pretending.
So, instead, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She imagined that beyond the four walls she called home, there were open moors and grass that swept against ankle and calf and then inner knee. She imagined that trees draped over the sides of a porch and that her Labrador was free to run amongst the unfenced wild yonder. She imagined gentle whickering coming from the n
Pranksters and the Pranked.Gamzee looked to his best buddy Sollux beside him and grinned. “You ready bro?” Sollux lifted up the two yellow pistol water guns, his glasses shone. “Ready~” Gamzee looked back over the hedge they were hiding behind, raising up his large purple water gun, surveying the area oh so seriously. Sollux watched his friend, waiting for a signal “We're goiing two get them 2oo good.” Sollux giggled to himself and Gamzee chuckled back, “There they are bro, heh, they're backs are turned and everything.” Gamzee motioned for Sollux to take his place, “Blii22fully unaware~” Sollux agreed, “When 2hould we launch the attack?” questioned the mischievous captor “On three..” Gamzee paused. “One, two, three!!” they chanted in unison, jumping up from their hiding place and just about to launch themselves at their 'victims' to find the tables unexpectedly turned... on themselves.Pranksters and the Pranked.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Grim tales christmas part 2Alright you bastards here is part 2Grim tales christmas part 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I started getting sleepier, and sleepier. Then I remembered, I have the reaper blood in a vial in my hand.
Here Minnie, sleep well I thought, as I poured the vial of blood into her mouth.
After that she blushed really heavily. hmm I wonder she is dreaming about?
I muttered an incantation and stuck my tongue in her ear to see what she was dreaming.
Then everything went black, as I expected. I started seeing something, but it was very blurry.
It started to focus in, it was a tree (and a big one too.) Then I started to notice the surroundings, I was in field and it was night time with lots of stars out.
I started to look around the tree, and to my amazement I was sitting up against the tree with Minnie sitting in my lap looking up at the stars.
I watched my self and Minnie for what seemed like the longest time.
Then the me in Minnies dream started to clear his throat.
Minnie Ive been meaning to ask you this
Introduction: Created WorldsIntroduction: Created Worlds2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Estrarra, a planet, is where the history of the Created Worlds began. It is associated with Earth in a special way. There was a similar evolution and Esvarra's telepathists have an unidirectional mental connection to Earth's inhabitants. This connection isn't completelly investigated, but it had a great impact on the civilizations of Esvarra.
The haynas are main intelligent species of the planet. By their phisiology they are more primitive than humans and more closer to baboons, than the anthropoids. Haynas have (like the most mammals of Esvarra) empathy and telepathy, specific "nonclosed" brain. This biological feature allows them to create a mental connection with their own kind or with other animals, and so they have collective intelligence (not the mind, the mind of each one is individual). Haynas create conditions and because of them all mammals-empaths have access to a shared intellectual resource and become reasonable. This mechanism appeared unconsciously, like a side effect of
Character Interview 2.2Character Interview 2.24 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Please don't kill me fangirls. This is just what came out. I write all trancey, like I'm in an Animus, so I normally hardly even have an understanding of where I am, let alone what I am writing. I NEVER specified who the narrator was so it can be whoever the HELL you want. XP
I say this because I've dealt with FAR TOO MANY STUPID, STALKERISH, RABID FANGIRLS to want to take any chances. Thank you. <3 to my Watchers who actually read this crap <3
Hello Sir, can you tell me where you are?
I'm in Monteriggioni, I'm training at the moment.
Can you tell me your name?
Depends who are you?
Narr: *whispers* It's me Ezio.
Oh, why are you in your disguise?
Narr: I need some information, can you help me?
Narr: What is your name?
How old are you?
If you had
An Interactive Fic: THE FINAL /Ch.3FAn Interactive Fic: THE FINAL /Ch.3F2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
An interactive Walking Dead experience.
Rated T. Warning: Explicit language.
Pairings: Felix & Marzia, Red & Russ. May be hints of slash.
You and 39.6% of the readers chose B:
a) "Give Jund the axe. He better make this a clean cut." - 37.7%
c) "Forget it. I don't have long left, let me just fight for what I have now."- 13.2%
d) "There better be a cure at the end..." - 9.43%
Chapter 3, F: Merciless
You've chosen to let Snake bare the pain.
"It's worth a shot." Snake's voice was monotonous. Scott thought he'd heard a tremble of something else behind that steel mask. Fear? Cowardice? Or maybe it was just his imagination. "Hand me the axe, Ken."
Ken reluctantly handed Snake the axe, he held it with his free hand while he rested his bad arm on the table.
Snake took a deep, shaky breath.
"You don't have to do this." Russ pleaded.
The room was silent with anxious eyes setting on the blunt axe that was lined against his arm. Pressure began to drill i
A Dead World ViewA Dead World View3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I long to see the world in a different light,
Far from the skewed vision I've held within sight.
I desire to dismantle Life's hidden truths all around,
In which such great mysteries abound.
I wish to scatter the pieces I thought fit together,
Watch them settle and become old and weathered.
So as sharp as a razor; unshakably keen,
I am set to disarm the guarded and reveal the unseen.
But inside I have a deep desire to watch things turn to dust,
To witness this world of towering metal fall as rust.
From the ruins I yearn to see smoke, fire, and ash;
A shocking change come charging in a flash.
And so I reject applied reality to build on my dreams,
Who cares if it's not all it seems?
At least I'd be happy in the world in my head,
Even if it's just a dream I dream while sleeping in bed...
Hayns: attitude to death and to warHayns: attitude to death and to war2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Attitude to death.
Hayns have very complex and ambivalent attitude to death. Unlike humans, hayns do not regard death as a mystery- every single hayns knows for sure what a living creature feels when dying. Despite all the advantages, empathy and telepathy have a downside as well- other's sufferings feel like their own, inability to divide anyone into "outsiders" or "their own" groups. It is easy to kill one of their kind by turning him into a rival in their mind, which is a salvatory for the psyche, but completely impossible for an empath action. This conflict is a foundation of hayns' belief system. Their whole culture is a search for a compromise between death and life, between strong empathy towards one's pain and a necessity to kill.
Therefore, everything related to death is strictly ritualized. Hayns' rituals are like the opposite of compassion, from the side they may seem cruel and barbaric and their attitude to those sentenced to death may seem even more cruel than human
100 Themes1. Introduction100 Themes5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
40. 4:29 PM
41. Citric Acid
44. Two Roads
45. Two Guns
50. Breaking the Rules
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
61. Fairy Tale
63. Do Not Disturb
73. I. Can't.
81. Pen and Paper
86. Seeing Red
How To Create An Original CharacterHow To Create An Original Character3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Please note this is only a few tips and tricks for all of you out there. I in no way intend to offend anybody by writing this (though I do hope to spark some more creative ideas in some of you.)
Hint #1. Be ORIGINAL. Be a species or race that not many people, or nobody else, really roleplays as. Wolves and Demons are all fine and dandy, but they're much too over-used in my opinion - you need variety. Be an android! Or maybe an Alien! Or a shapeshifter, or changeling, or maybe even a personification of an emotion! Your choices are literally infinite, so don't settle for the same boring, tired things everyone else chooses.
What To Avoid:
Hint #2: Give your character an original name! I realize that many people like to settle for Japanese names, or something else entirely - and there's nothing wrong with that to a point. I notice a lot of use of the name "Yuki" or any variation of it, as well as "Sakura." Maybe t
An Old FriendDeath isn't a stranger,An Old Friend4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He follows me around.
Like a shadow.
One after another,
He steals everyone I know.
He lurks in the hospital rooms,
And at the cemetery gates.
He arranges deadly dates,
With his victims.
But death isn't a bad guy,
Just someone doing his job.
It hurts and I'll cry and sob
When my friends are all gone.
But all things must come to an end.
When your body is old and weary.
Death comes for you too.
And there's nothing you can do.
When death comes for me,
I'll go without a struggle.
Because it's not worth all the trouble,
Of trying to live forever.
I'll peacefully follow into the unknown.
And who knows,
Maybe I'll find you somewhere.
And we could finally fall asleep.
With our minds at ease.
Nosferatu: A New TaleNosferatu: A New Tale5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
From the diary of Johann Cavallius, able historian of his native city of Bremen: "Nosferatu! That name alone can chill the body! "Nosferatu! Was it he that brought the plague to Bremen in 1838? "I have long sought the causes of that terrible epidemic, and found it's origin and it's climax the innocent figures of Johnathon Harker and his wife, Nina."
That was a very terrible event, but it wasn't the last Nosferatu problem. In 1985, there was another Nosferatu on the loose. It all started when a man named Greg Valern went to Bremen to visit his grandparents. He was only twenty, but was very intelligent. Though, he knew nothing about the Nosferatu incident. His grandmother gave him a box of old books. "I can give this to my fiance, Rita." Valern said. "I'm sure she'll love them." His grandma responded. "A woman named Mary Harker gave us a book called The Book of the Vampires. " His grandpa said. That sounds interestin
100 Themes of the Bible100 Themes of The Bible100 Themes of the Bible5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
5. Pray (er)(ing)
11. The narrow path
12. The wide path
15. Plague (s)
17. Ancient of Days
18. Holy Spirit
19. In the Beginning
20. After Death
22. The Son
23. The Father
28. Parting the Sea
29. The Cross
30. The Resurrection
33. Ark of the Covenant
34. Noah's Ark
36. Miracle (s)
38. Power of the Tongue
39. Pharisee (s)
43. Gifts of the Spirit
44. Fruit of the Spirit
45. Armor of God
46. Mansion (s)
49. Everlasting Life
50. Reward (s)
53. Blind and Deaf
54. Temple/ Body
55. Bread and Wine
58. Seen and Unseen
61. Tower of Babel
62. Laying of Hands
66. Ten Commandments
Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter ReviewAbraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States, discovers vampires are planning
to take over the United States. He makes it his mission to eliminate them. This is Rumor
Control, here are the facts! Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Boy howdy there's a person
and a job description I thought I would never have to put together. Based on a the novel
of the same name by the author of the popular book Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and
directed by the director of Wanted (a film, I would like to say, that is fun and visually
appealing but is ruined by its disgustingly unlikable main character), Abe Lincoln is
certainly an interesting little film. There's a lot to like about it but that the same
time you can tell that the creators missed the opportunity to make something truly great.
We'll start with the bad and work our way up to the top, however there is a very important
factor that hinders this film that I will save for last. For starters the pacing, for most
of the first act,
Pyramid Head + James S= baby pt2Over the duration of his pregnancy James wondered should he go back to Silent Hill and look for old metal head, but he was worried what if he killed him or killed the baby or both but what really scared him what if his kid becomes like Pyramid Head "God I do not want my son to have a head like that." He frowned as he rubbed his 6 months baby bump, there was a kick in response made James smile a little, but his thoughts lead him back to into his head "How do I tell Andie that his dad is a monster demon from a ghost town." He said out loud as he drunk his tea, there was another sharp kick in his side "Don't like Andie hey...puff if you keep this up I will just call you baby blue." He said getting up and walking into the kitchen.Pyramid Head + James S= baby pt22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next day was Halloween and he had brought a huge tub of sweets for the trick or treaters, while he was in the shop there was a noise the radio in the shop went funny and started become static and screechy, James froze and dropped the bag the tube o
I miss you... MonologueI cried so hard and so long, that I forgot how to stop crying.I miss you... Monologue8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, before you, there were others, of course there were, but...
But I just... I just never knew anything could be this real.
I never had anything to hold onto in my life, and then you came along.
You were so ignorant to the darkness around me,
And while it seemed to stop others, you kept moving towards me.
I mean... The way you hugged me, made me feel... It made me feel whole.
It made me think it was fate brought us together, and it was my destiny,
That I was to be with you forever,
And that it was to love and care for you always.
We really did have something didn't we?
Everytime I felt down, you would place your hand,
'Gainst my cheek, you would look at me with those damn ignorant eyes,
Kiss my forehead, and tell me everything would work out.
You would tell me it happened for a reason, that there was a bigger picture,
But now... I don't see the fucking picture.
I was, supposed to be there for you,
To place my hand aga
I Hide My FeelingsI Hide My Feelings4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I hide my feelings from my face
I say my words at a steady pace
If I show no emotion, I show no care
Say another word? You wouldn't dare.
When something's funny, I don't even laugh
If it says danger ahead, I take that path
When I'm my saddest, I smile and nod
When you do your worst, I politely applaud
I do the opposite of what I feel
Life's a pain, but I just deal.
And I'll die slowly, sad and alone
That's just life, I live on my own.
You can't tell if I'm happy, you can't tell if I'm sad
You can't tell if I'm sane or completely mad
That's the way I like it, so go away
Because there's nothing else I can really say.
ExcusesExcuses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother beat me.
My mother stole,
my mother lied,
one day she stabbed me,
with a knife,
blood dripping on the floor,
I managed to call,
and they carried me,
out the door,
onto the walk,
took me away.
I woke up,
maybe the next day,
my mother beside me,
head in her hands,
I saw tears in her eyes,
but my heart was ice.
"Hi," I managed to say,
"what's your story today?"
The Ends of the EarthWe stand on the ends of the earth, you and I.The Ends of the Earth1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Through paths of uncertainty we've stepped
Ever cautiously, unwinding before us like electrical circuitry.
The town and the city that made us, bequeathed us,
With our swords and our shields, tell the world it's beneath us;
Set us upright, marching, picking our feet up-
But we're more than just that, though we're stuck in these days
Pulling and pushing like storm-ridden waves,
And the hours that pass over uninspired heads,
The thoughts that fuel hope from the things that we've said;
The promises fast, like unravelling thread.
We'll pull it all back, said you, and said I,
At the ends of the earth 'til the day that we die.
GuardianGuardian2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skies, and the dark forest. I feel someone behind me. I turn. Nothing there.
But there is something.
He's there. The Man.
He watches me, over me. He's my guardian in the Dark.
He looks harmful, and silent, and very mysterious.
People don't understand him. I understand.
He's lonely, always rejected, always regarded as weird, and not to be trusted.
-Abused Angel-My wings drag on the ground,-Abused Angel-7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as I crawl upon hands and knees.
I lift once more, trying to fly.
blood covered feathers scatter.
I make it only a little ways
before I feel myself drift down.
I hear waves of the sea,
crashing beneath me.
A tear falls from my eye,
mixing with blood on my cheeks.
I flap my wings uselessly,
before excepting defeat.
I feel my body stiffen,
as I hear him chuckle.
I sink into the sea motionlessly.
My opened wings become soaked,
blood splotches ridding them selves.
My once beautiful, now torn wings,
cling to my pale, scarred body.
I slip to eternal unconsciousness,
as Lucifer smiles to himself.
The Forest Sanctuary For HerHere in the misty forest is where I start my sceneThe Forest Sanctuary For Her7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A picture held in my mind which Ive never seen
A light shines through a tree in a clearing
Where light yellow and orange leaves are sleeping
You see the beams of light through the arms of the tree
Which are twisted, wicked as such it cannot possibly be
A flurry of leaves brought up in a gust of air
Makes you notice her slender face standing there
A beam of light curves around her soft cheek
You see her true beauty but dare not speak
She is kneeling on the ground in her sanctuary
Praying to her God and her Mother Mary
The forest seem s to be so serene
In this place where I set my scene
In the middle of a thick forest where this tree lies
No life for miles and miles and miles
She will keep kneeling here praying for on her own
Will anyone find her and keep her from being alone
This tree is a shrine in the middle of nature
And with this girl the tree will nurture
Her thoughts and her stories, her prayers and wishes
Until the day that
Forgotten heartForgotten heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe i was lonley,
maybe i was sad ,
but maybe i wasn't the only gril that ever had,
a forgotten heart,
a heart that needs to learn to restart,
a that is covered in woodworm and cobwebs,
a heart that doesn't want to see day again,
and maybe if i wandered back into the sun a god would gentely touch me,
and make me whole again.