pencilsif life was a pencil,pencils7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my eraser would be gone.
all used up,
but the lead would live on.
it would make it's mistakes,
but couldn't take them back.
so the lead would live on,
until it cracked.
this is to my friendsthis is to the peoplethis is to my friends4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who can build me up
and break me
all in the same breath.
this is to the girls
who are so unique
and not afraid to be themselves
i can't help but admire you all.
this is to the boys
who make me laugh
and teach me to play the craziest of games
you feed my sense of adventure.
this is to the group
that embarrasses me at school and beyond
making me spit sarcasm at you
and act like i don't know you.
this is to the people
who i don't deserve to have
to build me up
to break me down.
this is to the individuals
whom i truly love with all my heart
if you ever left me
i'd be broken.
this is to the people
who i love most of all
but act like i don't
and they don't deserve that.
this is to the people
who make life worth living
the day a bit brighter
and a smile worth sharing.
this is to my friends.
i love you all.
Toothless, Book I, Chapter IToothless, Book I, Chapter I6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Book I: Fallen Arise
He remembered his name.
He could not remember a family name, only a single word.
Martin lay on the ground. His left leg was straight, his right bent beneath it. His arms were outstretched, palms to the gray sky. The hilt of his greatsword, the silvery angel's face there, touched his right fingertips. Its round, smooth cheeks were like a baby girl's.
He was conscious of the battle, of his wounds, of the loss. The notion of a loss, however, retreated through a shimmering barrier at the edge of his consciousness. There, a colonnade, a stand of bright trees, marked the border between the living and the gone. Memories fled to this wall, only to pass through and dissolve. In all of the heroic tales, dying soldiers saw their lives pass before their eyes. No, Martin realized. The memories were just running like rats from a sinking ship, down the ropes only to drown. He watched the backs of their heads.
There was Aine, his wife. She carrie
Temple Gazebo Chamber with Illusionary WallsTemple Gazebo Room with Illusionary Forest Walls and Illusion Water FountainTemple Gazebo Chamber with Illusionary Walls2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is a circular chamber that can be of any size. The ceiling is typically thirty feet high of domed rock. All of the walls of the room are covered in a permanent illusion of a nighttime forest scene with trees, ivy, a sparkling star filled sky and the sights and sounds of forest animals (owl, croaking frogs, crickets). Touching or interacting with the illusion will reveal the reality that the room is actually enclosed with walls of cut stone blocks Will Save DC 12.
The illusion on the chamber’s walls hides one or more doorways into passageways which can be detected with a successful will save. These passageways will lead to other sections of the dungeon.
In the center of the chamber, on a two foot high stone platform, stands a twenty foot wide, fifteen foot tall, stone gazebo. Steps lead up to the gazebo platform. The stone gazebo consists of a circle of eight of carved stone pillars topped
Lay Down to DieAs we lay down to dieLay Down to Die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the world slows down,
Why is it then
That we chose to be wise
And say our goodbye’s
And express our love
To those we never really spoke to before?
We should realize
That although the skies
Are not always clear
We should hold on
To those who are dear
While we have the time
To smile or cry
Let the world know
That if we are to die
We can die and know
That the world will be sorry
To see us go.
Periodic Reverse Gravity ChamberPeriodic Reverse Gravity ChamberPeriodic Reverse Gravity Chamber2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is a large chamber with a high ceiling (at least forty feet). Every 2d4 rounds there is a temporary Reverse Gravity spell effect within the entire chamber (see the spell Reverse Gravity for details). The reverse gravity effect will only last 2d4 rounds and the room will then return to normal gravity for 2d4 rounds. Also, there are hundreds of stones and small boulders littering the floor of the chamber. When a gravity reversal takes effect, these stones will fall up or down. Anyone in the chamber will take an additional 4d6 points of damage (reflex save DC 15 for half). A dispel magic spell will not be strong enough to dispel the magic of the entire chamber and so will be useless.
The OvercomingDifferent place, out of touchThe Overcoming5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distant miles,oceans apart
When will this journey ever start?
Looking back, or moving ahead
Steps between can be worth it all
Don't let go, don't want to fall
When standing still and out of place
When things collide, shift weight
It still mght not be too late
Looking forward to a new life
A place it all begins
Faded dreams,feeling lost, is overcome
No more to linger,hold on
Swallowed up, that's gone
A new present,future,life
WR- The Journey to Paradise P26WR- The Journey to Paradise P263 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WOLF'S RAIN- THE JOURNEY TO PARADISE
SCENT OF A TRAP
(Cher and Blue)
They walked calmly through the check in gates, the ID tags around their necks.
The sensor flashed green as they walked through.
Blue flinched as the machine buzzed a person behind them.
"Just ignore it," Cher said calmly. "Don't stop. Keep walking."
They could hear the man struggling against the guards.
As the elevator took them gradually upwards, Cher let out a breath that she didn't even know she had been holding.
"We lucked out. Looks like ours are the real thing." She sighed, holding the tag up in the dim light.
As they came out into daylight, they could see the city above them.
"The city sure looks a lot different up here than it does down below " Blue murmured.
"Yeah " Cher whispered. "It's so clean and orderly. Almost antiseptic."
"But not in a good way " Blue growled, her sapphire orbs focused on the skyline.
"It's likely to become more dangerous the fu
Dear little oneBe still tormented little boy,Dear little one1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's the one for you but
you can no longer call her name.
All your dreams have burned and expired
and you hate to go to sleep
not to see her haunt your nights
and revive a hope you tried hard to purge.
Everyday starts the same,
a quiet, innocent hey, but
behind it there's a ton
of words you no longer speak.
You took an unspoken vow
to keep it buried deep below
and pretend things are okay.
There are days when it hurts
too much to hold back the truth,
and you can't deal with the lump that lurks in your throat.
Oh little boy you wonder if she knows
how much you struggle
to keep your smile burning across your lips,
or how many times you swallow
your pride not to stir a war.
Maybe you're obsessed by now
and she's only playing along,
out of pity because you've lost it all.
Mail Order: Chapter 6Mail Order: Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garadun woke with a start, jolted awake by the loud whinnying of a horse. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking blearily around the room. From outside the inn came the sound of not one horse but many, as well as the sound of marching feet.
Soldiers were on the move.
The noise had woken Shilling as well and she blinked groggily at him. He gave her a few reassuring strokes and then looked over his shoulder. Emma was still asleep and, contrary to narrative tradition, was not snuggled close with her arm around him. This was real life and the courtesan with a heart of gold was not starting to fall for him. She was not giving up her lifestyle and she was not going to suddenly make him her lover. That sort of sad cliché simply didn’t happen. Not to him at least.
He quickly but carefully got out of bed and put his pants on, then his boots. Shilling yawned wide and then stood and stretched herself as only cats can. He pulled on his co
Hero"Your son wants to be a dragon slayer!"Hero2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind the closed door, at his favorite eavesdropping spot, Caleb shuddered. It was always bad when his mother referred to him as his father's son, even worse when she felt she needed to inform his father about it.
"Well, what are you going to do about that, John?" she went on, and Caleb could picture her frowning just by the sound of her voice.
"I'm going to disinherit him," his father said evenly. "You hear that, Caleb? Open that door and listen to this properly: if you run off to be a dragon slayer, I'm going disinherit you."
Caleb's destiny had been decided before he was born. The eldest son of a highly reputable brick-maker, he'd naturally grow into his father's trade, learn how to make bricks that would not crack open in the kiln and wouldn't break under the weight of three-stories worth of bricks layered on top of them, and eventually he'd inherit his father's kiln, tools, helpers and customers. There were people far worse
Winter In WarsawWinter In Warsaw3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She took my hand that stark winter's night
Somehow I knew we would be alright
Pale frost gives way to mid morning chill
I wait by the steps of her apartment block.
She smiles and waves from her windowsill
A quick kiss hello then we start to walk.
Down by the banks of the Vistula river
The sun takes heed to the falling snow.
A glint of her eyes sets my soul a quiver
The feeling she brings to my life I bestow.
The Mermaid statues put my mind at ease
In some ways they make me feel unafraid.
Blankets of ice cover the nearby trees
Huddled as one on the park bench we laid.
The world felt so right as we said goodnight
I took the tram home passing by Old Town.
A gorgeous sight Praga Północ shone bright
Like an uprising king reclaiming his crown.
December reigns down in a white flurry
We catch a show at the Tygmont Club.
The night grows old but we dare not worry
Taking in the music of this local hub.
We cut through Praski Park, all
Pokemon Creepypasta- .000Pokemon Creepypasta- .0004 months ago in Horror More Like This
Numbers. That is the first thing I remember. Numbers filling up every part of my design, in the same way that cells fill up a human. In every part of me, every detail. Numbers. They made me more than just a mass of pixels, randomly arranged. They gave me strength, they gave me a personality. Numbers made me a Pokémon. Along with me, 151 pokemon were also made. All of them were mere copies, inspired from other life forms. I was the only one who was truly unique, for I was the one who connected two powerful pokemon species: kangaskhan and cubone. I was born from the suffering of a baby kangaskhan, over the death of it’s mother. That was my original form; a baby kangaskhan with no mother. I would stay by the body, and when only bones were left, wear her skull and carry her bone as a weapon. I would then be identified as cubone. Thus, I joint two powerful pokemon families together. I was proud of my identity, although when I was created in the first games, pokemon red and blue,
Mail Order: Chapter 4Mail Order: Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Sunken Treasure was located in the Clerk’s Ward, in a square half a block from Hull Road. The walls were made from Elysian marble, and from the outside it didn’t look much different from most other inns and festhalls in the city. Sigil’s foul weather had taken its toll on the exterior: it was stained and worn from the city’s sooty air and oily rain. That’s all it ever seemed to do in the Big Doughnut, was rain. Apart from those times when it was drizzling. Now and then it actually wouldn’t rain, which was when the thick, dirty smog usually took over. The sky, when not blocked out by rain or smog, was invariably a greasy haze. Charming.
Parked in the rain outside the entrance to the Sunken Treasure was a black, four-wheeled carriage. Hitched in the reins, waiting patiently, were a pair of Arcadian ponies. They were strong and sturdy with light green coats and long rabbit ears. A single tentacle g
The First Kick -Jetko.Mpreg-Zuko woke up one day, feeling... warm. He wasn't sick anymore, and Jet was still asleep. Zuko then realized Jet was the one making him warm. Zuko found that he liked it, and accepted that Jet was in his life. He sat up, looking at Jet as he slept. That is until Jet turned and looked at him. Zuko smiled, Jet smiled back. Jet sat up, and got closer to Zuko, his stomach pressing against Zuko's bulge as they kissed.The First Kick -Jetko.Mpreg-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then they both felt something, which Zuko felt more: The baby's first kick.
Zuko's eyes slightly widened as the two both looked down at his belly. Jet sat down beside Zuko, pressing his hand to Zuko's stomach. Zuko's mouth was slightly gaping as this happened. He knew now, without a doubt, he was pregnant.
"Jet.." Zuko said. "I don't believe it. It's alive.."
"Yeah.." Jet said, gently rubbing the spot where they felt the kick. It kicked again, making Jet smile. "I never thought I'd end up having a kid with another guy... let alone the Fire Nation prince." He kissed Zuko on the
Home.Home is my Heaven,Home.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And also my Hell,
Will I run or stay?
I can never tell.
Home gives me shelter,
But hurts me more,
It flattens my hill,
Yet bumps my shore.
Home lets me be free,
While caging me in,
There lays my soul,
Alongside my sin.
Home is where I grew,
The same place I fell,
Here I found my secrets,
Which I will never tell.
A Place Where I Grew UpA Place Where I Grew UpA Place Where I Grew Up2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am eleven years old.
I move slowly through the dark hall, pausing as a floorboard creaks. After a moment I continue forwards, to the foot of the stairs. Light spills down from the upstairs landing. Through the closed door of my brother's bedroom, I hear raised voices. Loud, angry words. There is a thud.
"Don't you dare hit me!" My Father. I can hear the hurt mingled with the anger.
"Stop!" My mother shrieks, fear and desperation ringing in her words. Her face is pink and tearstained, blue eyes bloodshot. It is the look she always wears when my brother becomes violent. I have become familiar with it over the past year.
"Just shut up! And get the hell out of my bedroom!" He snarls, and flings the bedroom door open. He is just sixteen years old, already as tall as my father. People often tell me I look like him, but seeing his face now, I can't see the resemblance: rage has distorted his features until he is almost unrecognisable.
I back away hurriedly, fading ba
Alive: ch.1: Run!!! Run. . . Gotta run. . . Run and don't stop. . . Don't look back . . . Never stop. . . never look back. . . RUN! . . .Alive: ch.1: Run!!!3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
These things were the only thoughts that raced through my mind. I can't look back. I can't go back. Ever; if I did. . . He'd find me. And then I'd probably die, or soon wish I were dead. My face burns from branches slapping my cheeks; But that's nothing compared to the sting of a whip. I panicked as I heard a second pair of footsteps approaching behind me. I stop, a mistake, to look at the trees to find one that I could hide in safely. But I was too slow.
No! Please no! Please!
"You're my now, Auburn!" His deep rasp sent tremors of fe
Springfield, MO1991Springfield, MO3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my father's house there are many rooms
(Only one gun cabinet)
A cross hung over my grandmother's
bedroom door for thirty two years
Her phone rang late on a Saturday night
She was the last person he called
The sun rose early the next morning
The cross was taken down
A Loveless DayA Loveless Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Loveless Day
(That Will Never Fade)
This same old dream that I so loath
A vision of a dull world shrouded in gray
As I walk down a never ending road
The colorlessness in everything never seems to decay
In slow motion I suffer alone
Under the liquid-silver droplets of rain
You had no idea how strong my love was
You played a part in the pain that was dealt and done
You didn't experience the ocean of tears that I had to swim through
You didn't see the countless days I had to endure without being around you
You never felt the sickness within the soul that I had kept
You never knew of the quakes in my heart that you had fed
For you I had damaged myself
For you I put myself through hell
But I swear it was worth it
Because now I know how hard life can get
I want you to realize that you aren't a loss
For you will always be known as my first love
This same old reality that I can't let go
A nightmare of a person who is so far away
As I try to run from the world