Nightingale"Name's Mercer Frey. And you are?"Nightingale3 years ago in Drama More Like This
His hands shifted to cross over his torso as his amber eyes burned into mine. They had a bit of playfulness in them an innocence I would watch silently as it crumbled over time. But back then, the moment we met, his gaze held onto mine with the fiercest of grips. So many words were spoken over that glance; it produced an almost paralyzing effect over my limbs and voice. Without warning, I was trapped caught like prey in a Frostbite Spider's web.
Forcing some sort of noise from my throat, my sentences finally formed after a few grunts. "K-Karliah," I mumbled, offering my hand. His larger palm fit perfectly around mine and proceeded in a friendly and inviting shake.
"I can tell we're gonna get along fine." The 'Spider' rasped, his face softening with a smile tugging at his lips. His irises were still ablaze, but somehow he had managed to ease my previous fears with that one simple expression.
I, the 'prey,' simply nodded and tried to form
PSJJJJPSJJJJ3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is Padomay a deity who wants blood and sacrifices (Sithis), or it represents the Everlasting Change, full of mysteries and uncertain stories? Which one of the possible realities are the Truest? Perhaps the answer can be obtained from the PSJJJJ.
With the Elder Way, the vision of Mundus becomes something deeper and comprehensible, without just a meaning, but with all the possible meanings. The Word is made True, and with True, the Impossible is made Possible.
The Meaning of the Eye, coming with the Dragon and in a Time without The Crown: All was made possible because it was seen a long time ago, and in all possible ways:
The Red Flame Jewel, which was broken by the Moon-and-Star Soul of the Houses is the Key. The Key of Change and the Key of Sight. Look into the Tower, and you will See: Eight Times and One Choice are made in Oblivion. Look in the Sigillum... All is Sanguis. Seek the Hidden Knowledge but be prepared. Do not carry what you can not if
AequilibriumAequilibrium3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nirn knows only Stasis and Change (Good and Evil are just concepts made by mortals in an attempt to understand the reason of the Stasis and the transition through Change), the two forces, a dual aspect of the Divinity, found in TES.
Magicka is Entropy, a measure of the "disorder" in Creation. By Magnus, the Mathematician, who knows the Alphabet of the When and Where, Nirn, an Entity-Realm not yet known, Became. With the Earth Bones, the Laws of Nirn (Lex Naturalis) were established. Through Magicka, the Change could become Stasis and the Stasis could become Change.
Magicka is the manipulation of the Divinity - the Spark of the Creation.
"AV LATTA MAGICKA AV MOLAG ANYAMMIS"
AV LATTA OIOBALA
Morokei, Glorious Dovah Priest.
Escape to Madness: Chapter IIIEscape to Madness: Chapter III6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Two choices, one fate
It was two days after Bellatrixs arrival when Sheogorath sent for her once more. He had been so kind as to let her rest, deciding that she was in no condition to be running errands for him quite yet. He had refused to tell her more about Xedilian, however, causing Bellatrix to blatantly ignore him for those two days.
Bellatrix was sitting out in the courtyard, simply enjoying the feel of the wind on her face and the sweet taste of freedom when Ellette came not long after midmorning, bearing the news that the Lord Sheogorath had requested her presence immediately. The assassin grudgingly complied, finding Sheogorath standing at a small round table near the base of his throne. Bellatrix studied his lean build for only an instant before gliding her way to his side. Her eyes were drawn to the parchment spread out on the table; a yellowed, detailed and rather beautiful map.
So- Xedilian falls Southeast of The Fringe. You see
Rules for Morrowind Players1- Thou shalt feel actual guilt at killing innocent characters. Yes, they were part of a later quest.Rules for Morrowind Players8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2- Thou shalt not walk around in a town with weapons drawn. Even Balmora.
3- Thou shalt eventually kill one of these: Fargoth, Crassius Curio and/or M'Aiq the Liar.
4- Divayth Fyr is cool.
5- Thou shalt not do Moon Sugar.
6- Thou shalt not be racist towards a specific race, with the exception of the dirty Cliff Racers.
7- Swords are not only better, but cooler too. Axes are bulky. Staves make you look gay, even if you're a mage. Grab a sword, weenie.
8- Scamps are NOT overgrown cats; they are gremlins.
9- Before trying something, ask yourself if you have enough health. If the answer is yes, check the actual amount of health you have and think again. This will save your life someday.
10- "coc Balmora" will get you out of any hole.
11- Thou shalt cheat at least once during your first week. If you discover how, that is.
12- Thou shalt become addicted to cheating.
13- Thou shalt never play
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.72 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
Witches bottle CharmI have decided to make a folder in my gallery for my spells! Here is my first added one!Witches bottle Charm3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I just got done making my first witches bottle charm!!
And I have to tell you! As I was doing the charm it was as if my sickness was being eased by my spell already!
Oh my elementals it was amazing!
I haven't even charged it under the new moon yet and it's working!
Here's what I used! I used 3 or 9 pinches of each because those are my magic numbers!
First I used wax chips from my ritual candles! I used the wax from my earth air fire water and spirit candles! The reason I used these is because they are already charged with magic from my energy and spell work! Next I used a new ritual bath salt mixture I made yesterday! Then I used lavender flowers and jasmine flowers! Next I put in sage, basil, bay leaf, nutmeg, and thyme! Then I used crushed up incense! Next I used three clipped ends of peacock feathers, one blue one red one white! Then three drops of blessed water that i asked to p
PlaygroundPlayground2 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
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
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.
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 backsAnonymous2 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
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 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.
Meme: Not all Shapeshifters are WerewolvesHello! It's extremely nice to meet you. What is your name and gender?Meme: Not all Shapeshifters are Werewolves1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dr. Istvan Czernin. And, ah... male.
That's a great name! Now, what is your species or race?
Thank you. My parents were Czech but I know nothing of the language, I inherited a number of unfortunate features, I was born in Hungary, and it's overall more convenient to claim Magyar for the census. Oh, species? Human, naturally. Or I was. Being dead seems to muddle things. The technical terminology holds that I'm a sundered spirit, which is what happens when you tear a man's soul to tiny pieces and then recombine it with something suitably awful. The Great War, in my case.
Ah, I see. Very interesting… Now, if you would please describe yourself to our readers…
Ah... male, as I said. A bit tall in my day, but nothing remarkable now. Sharp features, awful Mongolian cheekbones, Caucasian, hmm... I suppose I'm in decent shape for a dead man. I've black hair and my eyes wer
Regarding Technology (Fantasy Worldbuilding pt. 3)Regarding Technologies and their Nations of OriginRegarding Technology (Fantasy Worldbuilding pt. 3)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Despite the commonplace nature of Magic in many societies, it is often argued that the real driving force behind the various societies of the modern world are the rapidly emerging technologies of the great minds of of past and present eras.
Technology, though originally presented in a format that was considered wholly unaccessable, is becoming more and more wide-spread, especially after the Second Koronian War, and the dangers that were unearthed in the world during the years that followed afterwards. Although originally the Koro possessed technologies that were superior by far (in fact, it is often argued by all parties that they still do), it is also widely accepted that the balance of technological might is beginning to shift, leading to a much more even playing field for the nations of today's world.
Out of all the technologies that are currently known to exist, the Clockwork technology employed by the city of Aratan is by far the
ETICON'S CHRONICLES CHAPTER 6: Forgiven and ForgotCHAPTER 6: Forgiven and Forgotten?ETICON'S CHRONICLES CHAPTER 6: Forgiven and Forgot2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Konniechora circled Duke's body like a wild animal, relaying a telepathic message to Tammitara.
"Little sister, there is no-one to protect you and nowhere else to run. If you surrender yourself, then you and your human pet need not die painfully." Konniechora turned to Meegon. "Prove your usefulness to me and kill the human girl."
Tammitara ran through the entrance.
"Wait! Please, don't kill her! Don't kill me, Konniechora, I'm your sister! And besides, there is someone to see you!" She panted breathlessly.
Meegon quickly drew her broadsword and made to attack Tammitara but the older woman grabbed Meegon's sword, stopping the assassin before turning around with a flick of her ponytail, her thin lips curled into a sneer.
"Oh? Is that so? Which human would be so pathetically stupid to approach me?"
A familiar figure, one that both Usagi sisters had not seen for years, appeared behind Tammitara.
Konniechora did a double take and almost dro
ReportIsotope Corp.Report2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neuroscience and Psychological Science Department
Time: 9:03 A.M. Lab Report by: James Thomas
Subject (remained unnamed) has been obtained and kept in the cell for the past hour. After having given consent to perform in the experiment and signing a waiver, it s apparent that subject is having second thoughts. The subject will be kept in a block cell, as he would have anyway in jail, to measure the effects guilt can have on a person over a long period of time. Due to the fact that the subject turned himself in, plead guilty to petty theft, disorderly conduct, and assault, he is a worthy subject, for having already has shown signs of guilt. There are certain signs of strain from the subject (alliteration). For example, the subject is grabbing his own hair, straining his neck, sweating, and his heart rate has increased, thus overall, the subject is releasing signs of stress. Aggressive actions, such as shouting, banging on the windows and the cell walls, have all bee
Insanity.I have come down with a curse;Insanity.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A violent disease.
That runs through my veins,
Like a cheetah through trees.
Now I am the test, a scientist's pet,
As a fight my way through madness.
People come and people go,
But still this crazy doesn't slow.
Started out all fun and games,
Till my whole world starts to change.
Now I'm following my heart,
Waiting for my life to start.
Who would of thought what I have thought,
If only they had knew.
That when you see this lunacy go,
It leaves you feeling new.
In the midst of all this insanity,
I've found what I was wanting.
A light to guide me on my way,
That's been here the whole time.
Imagination is the cure,
To all the world's misfortune.
Following from chapter one,
Sees me through until I'm done.
The Dictator ReviewThe Dictator Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The heroic story of a dictator who risks his life to ensure that democracy would never
come to the country he so lovingly oppressed. Hi this is KingJames92 your guide to
movies. I really like Borat (audience cheers. But I do understand why not that many
people like that movie. Because it does get very raunchy and there is one scene that is
definitely not for everyone (if you know what I mean). But I still found the movie to be
really enjoyable and quite funny. I don't know the reason why, its just probably the
performance of Sasha Baron Cohen in that movie. Bruno on the other hand was the compete
opposite of Borat. It took everything that made Borat so good, and just said "here for
those of you that loved Borat look here" kind of attitude and it was no where near and
worse than Borat. Yup! You heard that right, Worse! So then Sasha Baron Cohen has another
new comedy movie that I have to say is actually better than Bruno and even Borat
combined. And that movie is of course The Dictator.
Kingdom Hearts Chronicles: Will of The Arcana Ch 6Kingdom Hearts Chronicles: Will of The Arcana Ch 63 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Pascal, do you think it bites?" A woman voice is heard in the darkness. "Huh? Is someone there?" Rould thought to himself. "No sharp teeth" Rould feel someone opening his mouth. "...Could use a little more brushing." Rould slowly open his eyes. He sees a slender girl with green eyes, freckles and long long long golden hair. The young girl shriek and knock Rould out cold with a frying pan. "What did I do? What I do?" She panicked. "Mother is going to kill me. Pascal quick! Help me hide the body." She lifted Rould's legs and look at her pet chameleon Pascal, who's only a few inches long. Pascal look back at the girl and frown. "Fine." She then wrapped her long hair around Rould's lifeless body and drag him across the floor. As she drag him, Rould's sceptre dropped and rolled under a chair. The young girl then sees a closet. She drag him in front of it hit Rould with the closet door. She then tries to lift him up only made her
Elfin Chronicles Prequel: BloodlinesElfin Chronicles Prequel: BloodlinesElfin Chronicles Prequel: Bloodlines3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well if it isn't the little freak!" A group of young elfin children surrounded an even younger, blue-skinned, violet-haired girl that had previously not even noticed them. She couldn't have been more than six years old.
"That IS a nice dress, freak!" A pink-haired elfin piped up. "Too bad we're gonna ruin it today!" He grinned.
"Don't you know who I am? I am Princess Konniechora Usagi! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
The boy smirked. "Why should we, princess? There should be no freaks around; everyone is the same, more or less... I don't care who you are. The kingdom of Eticon is strictly a no-freaks kingdom!"
Konniechora just took off running for the castle in the distance, trying to block out and ignore the trailing cries of 'freak ' and 'Smurf girl' that echoed after her.
"Be still, Konniechora!" A deep booming voice sliced through the air like a sword. The owner of the voice was a broad shouldered
dream boyThe man I fall in love with should have three specific things. One, his eyes have to be an intent ocean. I want to be able to see the churning of the water, and beauty when the sky reflects it's bluish colors onto the mass of water. I want to adventure in them, I want to catch myself staring up into them until I get lost in the ocean like a silly mermaid. They have to be soft, and focused, and full of intent. He needs to be gentle, treat me gently as he can and maybe a bit worrisome, but strong and knows how to be there for me. When he holds me, I want his hands to be strong on my body, but still soft enough that they send chills through my skin, and make me feel like I'm higher than the clouds. Thirdly, he needs to know how to love me, and be there for me while I'm there for him. He needs to call, and support me, and ask me to play video games with him, and appreciate me for who I am so I can appreciate him. Maybe he's out there, waiting for me, asking for a green eyed, awkward, sillydream boy3 years ago in Emotional More Like This