FireSomewhere, in the world destroyed many eons ago
A legend of a beautiful woman exists
Which had hair as red as the carrot
And the eyes as yellow as the bright sunlight
She didn't have power in hands
But she has always been able to create adventure from danger
In her agile stilts she plaited songs and dreams
And with her sword she cut throats of her enemies
She first sailed into the distance
She first saw the beauty and the atrocity of the unknown
She was first pirate woman on these waters
And her legend is radiating it's own brilliance as diamond
For her strong gales and storms were not terrible
She led her longboats to the victory like valkiria
And men bowed down before her
Knowing that they won't find the better leader on the world
She led wars, she led battles
Freckly beauty with the supple body
She didn't know, what it is fear, she was ruthless
She was incorporating the fire, the earth, the gale and the black depths
Her name was, the Dancer of the Fire
And when in blood she bathed l
This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debrisThis isn't the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving a shapeless mass of mutilated memories
Pushing dreams into the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds
It is not a world I want to remember
Crying children on the streets, among garbages
Violence and screams, all so beautiful
My eyes see views and places that once
though not perfect, were alive, were almost normal
This is not the world I want to remember
Somewhere where they do not look back, they are monsters
Who wish to come into the world among the pain and silence
These voices, however, do not let them leave the abyss
But their eyes can see the empty buildings
This is not the world I want to remember
But there is always hope that the bleeding wound is healed
leaving a void ...
FallCrawling up the wall, leaving black marksFall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a spider surrounding the world by his net
You are trying to catch me in your dusty cobweb
Not asking about my innocence, the purity of heart
With enthusiasm catches my fearfull looks
Like a serial killer, hungry for a view of humiliation
You are trying to put me on your knife
Not asking about my feelings, bursting in my chest
Pour around the water of life, giving meaning to existence
Like a god of stone and steel heart
Eat my guts with a sick pleasure
Not asking about the fire in my chest, filling me
I drink your blood from the crystal cup of pleasure
Like most beautiful vampire, child of the night
Torturing your ambiguos soul and your treacherous body
In a wonderful act of revenge, drinking your pitfull yourself
You are a victim
Look at your fall
Pirates are so funny!"Captain, we won't make it! They are far much stronger than us!"Pirates are so funny!3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shout of one of her crewmates pierced the air. Sophia was aware of that but she couldn't leave the governer's ship without a map. It would be like all lifes that were lost in this battle were lost for nothing. She sank the blade of her cuttlas in the body of one of the officers, with pleasure noticing the flowing blood and the smell of fear. She always took the pleasure when she was killing and when it were people of her sworn enemy, it was double. She turned back just to meet other of governer's soldiers with a pistol turned into her head.
"Brackett, that is your end" he hissed not knowing that Hawkins, her first officer, was behid him. He hit him in the occiput and smiled to his captain, with an ugly, wide smile on his wretched face. She didn't return the smile and jumped on the feet. She saw him. He was running down the stairs, to the cabins.
"Cardigan!" she shouted with fury but he hasn't heard her; she was too fa
Burning...She was hope for the tormented souls and for those who - treading the path of darkness - committed horrors of the nightBurning...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was like a storm, like a mighty wave, inspiring humanity from the swamp of stagnation
She was beauty and ugliness, last resort, and the curse of millions.
When she paced, the fire was behind her, devouring the souls of little ones
When her rippling laughter rose above the heads of the chosen, was heard as the announcement of the war and the joy, beauty and destruction
When you condemn her, you yield, when you loved her, died ...
but at the same time ... you all wanted it, or condemn, or love
She was a river, carrying the flame of change
Are you worthy to stand before her?
Dark AwakeningThe scent of pleasure on my lipsDark Awakening3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a delicate flavor of eternity
I feel everything so strong and close
With my skin like white silk on the dark sky
My eyes see different stages of life
My birth, my victories, my failures
The terrible visions of the unknown
The dark visions of the eternal suffering
I want to bite, I want to scream
I want to become part of the night
I am the creature of the Great Atrocity
That created me after I Became
The smell of dust, the color of red
The strongest parts of my perception now
Difficult to tell but so easy to feel
The new dream arose to possess the dreamers
I will take your hand, the dusk
And I will go to hunt and seek
But now I must think my new way
So different, so beautiful, so sexual
Four FoundersSalazar Slytherin was furious. Salazar Slytherin was miserable. Salazar Slytherin wanted to destroy the entire Hogwarts together with all the students and schoolgirls with such power that it never appeared on the face of the earth. His thoughts followed one path, since this argument with a muggle. And her wonderful ... daughter. Definitely no, and again no! Abusive mutant wizards are invited to stop besmirching and start to "filling the social niches ment for them."Four Founders3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a knock on the door. Salazar snorted and looked down at his green socks straight from the store "Aunt Humberta's". She made them by herself for him, theese wonderful, pureblood socks. Pure blood ... grrrrrr ...
"But Lord Slytherin" rang out through the door, when he did not answer. "I think our small quarrel did not prevent my daughter in attendance at your school! I certainly do not want to offend you, and I would like to once again make conversation with you!"
Although the voice was muffled by the clo
Oh DrowBecause of lack of volunteers, I grabbed a few drow and put them in the front of the dragon with huge fire power. And because drow are exlusive RPG characters with the level of 20000000 (yea, they actually have TOGETHER one point of experience but who really cares?) they are plotting how to fight dragon without to much pain.Oh Drow3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
PART ONE. WE SEE THE DRAGON. LET'S RUN.
Quarrice: I suppose to shut myself up but do you see what I see? Right now? Before our shameless experienced faces?
Falang: This is dragon. Bigger than our ego. Do you think Ramsay is so cruel and order us to fight him? If yes, I am not Falang and I am running. Do you see? Running. I am drow but I am running. Hey, is someone listen to me?
Hilli: Ramsay, dear, can you give us somebody to help? Maybe we are powerful in our minds and in your glorious stories about us but you have put us here without weapons, without any defence items and even without spells!
Ramsay: If we are talking about spells! YEAH! I will give you somebody
Groza SalazaraSalazar Slytherin był zły. Salazar Slytherin był nieszczęśliwy. Salazar Slytherin chciał zniszczyć cały Hogwart razem ze wszystkimi uczniami oraz uczennicami z taką mocą, by nigdy już nie pojawił się na powierzchni ziemi. Jego myśli podążały jednym torem, od czasu kłótni z pewną mugolką. I jej cudowną...córcią. Stanowczo nie i jeszcze raz nie! Uwłaczające czarodziejom mutanty proszone są o przestanie uwłaczania i poczęcie "zapełnianie nisz społecznych im przezaczonych".Groza Salazara3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rozległo się pukanie do drzwi. Salazar prychnął i spojrzał na swoje zielone skarpetki wprost ze sklepu "U cioci Humberty". Samodzielnie je dla niego wydziergała, samodzielnie utkała te czystokrwiste, cudowne skarpetki. Czysta krew...Grrrrrr...
- Ależ panie Slytherin! - rozległo się za drzwiami, gdy długo nie odpow
Space and Beyond 1.101. Space journeySpace and Beyond 1.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The effects of interference are sometimes unbelievably bad.
"Close-up" the screen increased, showing a collection of stars, an elliptical galaxy in the far corner of the known universe.
"This is Hix galaxy" said a man standing near the screen. A group of people sitting on chairs behind him, dutifully looked in his direction, trying to see any of this "extraordinary things", as chief scientist of extraterrestrial research center was going to show them.
"I know that it was difficult to push up there with our satellites" the man smiled, though a bit nervously. "But this galaxy must be known once with farest of its elements. Recent data have discovered it."
At this point, he again made the approximation of the monitor, showing the star system located very close to the greatest communities of the stars.
"It is a small system with one young star and two planets" continued scientist. "This" he pointed to a planet closer to the stars "We should not pay attention to it. It
Meeting of the MonstersNa pierwszym stołku siedzi Xenomorph. To taki kosmiczny byt bez oczu i uszu, ale za to z dwoma parami szczęk, oczywiście nie mowa tu o szczękach Spilberga, bo to nie rekin, bo rekin ma oczy i jedną parę no i potrafi oddychać pod wodę, a Xenomorph potrafi oddychać wszędzie. Chociaż to nie jest takie pewne, bo nie znalazł się w pobliżu mojego psa po zjedzeniu buritos, może dlatego że nie daję mojemu psu buritos z wyżej wymienionego powodu. No więc ten Xenomorph nie ma krwi tylko kwas, ale nie taki cytrynowy, co się go pije, chociaż nikt jeszcze nie próbował pić krwi Xenomorpha, no bo i po co, niesmaczna i Xenomorph by się nie zgodził, chyba że transfuzja. I ten Xenomorph wyskakuje z klatki piersiowej, tzn. nie z własnej, tylko czyjejś, ponieważ tak się rodzi. To wszystko z grubsza przedstawia się tak, że Xenomorph jest na pocMeeting of the Monsters4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SilenceI am the wind raging on the sun-scorched desertSilence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which sweeps the sand and suffocated those who can not find the way
I'm a sand storm, which destroys the lives
Then silence, total stagnation
I'm the blood that flows from your open body
Rub your dead skin with red spots
I feel your cold and your slipping being
Then silence, total stagnation
I am a wolf howling in the wilderness
who recently lost his entire herd
Until the day will pass finds him shot by fools
Then silence, total stagnation
Pieklo Niesmiertelnych 1.1"...Z księgi Malonitów..."Pieklo Niesmiertelnych 1.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miejsce do którego nie dociera czas
"Posłuchajcie, Sunari, bóstwa, duchy i mieszkańcy Wód Zaświatów. Sprawca nieszczęść, śmierci, zniszczenia, okrucieństwa i przyczyna zmartwień naszej bogini dobra, został wreszcie zwyciężony. Jego zwycięstwa w walce ze słabymi osłabiły jego samego, dały mu poczucie siły i złudę bycia niepokonanym, a także sprawiły, że stał się nieostrożny. Tak, jak wielu przed, nie zdołał przewyższyć sił dobra i został wreszcie, po tysiącach lat szkodzenia innym, zesłany tam, gdzie zesłane zostają Zenari, demony zniszczenia. Niech stworzenia dobra, którym on nigdy się nie tanie, odetchną z ulgą, gdyż Ziranunun, bóstwo węży, został w końcu pokonany!".
- I teraz zapewne mają wybuchn&
The Queen Revised PLW komnacie zapadła cisza. Popołudniowe słońce rzucało cienie na ściany, bawiąc się plamami światła, niczym kot myszą. Królowa Rabra zacisnęła pięści w niemym geście bezsilnego gniewu. Ta sytuacja była dla niej nowa, zazwyczaj to ona rozdawała karty, to ona patrzyła na wszystkich z góry. Była przecież królową, a królowe zawsze wychodziły zwycięsko z dworskich starć. Jednak on odkrył jej sekret. Zawsze był na miejscu, gdy robiła dosłownie cokolwiek, on, albo jego przeklęci szpiedzy, którzy plenili się po zamku niczym wszy. Jego dziecięca, eteryczna twarz elfa wykrzywiła się teraz w wyjątkowo podłym uśmiechu; przy niej nie musiał udawać słodkiego chłopca, ponieważ wiedziała kim i czym jest.The Queen Revised PL4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Raithea..." wyszeptała błagalnym tonem, próbuj&
InnocenceKeeral, following the text in the large book, stretched the hand and took the small glass of water from the table. He was already tired but too excited to stop reading. The history of Karmala was thrilling fairytale, morbid in some places, but also it was touching the depths of his elven heart.Innocence4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was reading the old scripts written by elves in the early times, called the Era of Youth. They were so innocent! Now it would be punished, to laugh like them in public; they were slaves without rights and that he, Keeral, had a place in the castle, was true mastership of his mentor.
As if called, Raithea appeared in the library. He held two huge tomes with carvings on the edges that depicted roaring lions. He was wearing black toga with high collar; his eyes were smiling.
"So here you are, Keeral" he said with nonchalant tone and put the tomes on their places on the shelves. "You don't have...family meeting? I gave them one week of free time, it was the only thing I could do in this situation