Nuka's Reign- Ch.2Nuka's Reign- Ch.22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An old baboon sat beside Sarabi at the bottom of Pride Rock, stroking her fur slowly. Sarabi coughed, breathing hard; her eyes gazing up to meet the wise baboon's.
"Rafiki..." she whispered, "I do not know how much longer my body will take this wear and tear every day... I am really sick and I fear my time has come."
"No..." Rafiki sighed, "Not yet Sarabi. You are the wise Queen, the rightful Queen over the Pridelands. You can't give up this easily."
"I have no choice... I am starving and sick. There is nothing I can do... anymore..."
Basking in the daylight under Pride Rock Rafiki waited in silence for his friend to speak further. The wind whipped gently around them, dust following across the dry land.
"Yes my Queen?"
"Are you hiding something from me? I feel your quieter than usual..."
Looking down in fear the baboon whispered, "Sarabi... I fear their will be a new heir to this awful kingdom... Zira is expecting... and Scar has asked me t
Nuka's Reign- Ch.1Nuka's Reign- Ch.12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Pride Lands; once a place filled with lush grasslands as far as the eye could see. It used to be ruled by a brave, wise king by the name of Mufasa whom had a golden pelt with a vibrant cherry mane. He had been a broad built lion that watched over the Pride Lands with joy setting fair rules and helping those in need. Mufasa had lived at Pride Rock with other Pridelanders, other lioness's, which gladly followed him in ruling over the land. Keeping the land at peace all the savannah animals were living in harmony under the great circle of life. Biding by Mufasa's rules the land stayed full of life, the vegetation as green as could be even during the dry seasons.
However; today the Pridelands are brittle and lifeless. The earth is dry and hard, the vegetation dead under the rules of a new king that watches over the Pridelands. He was a thin lion with that of a dark mane and a corrupted mind. Scar was his name and he had been the second in line for the thrown. Mufasa had been his wise o
Loki's BioLoki's Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Height: 2.7 ft
Weight: 29 lbs
Birthplace: Troddle Village
Residence: Toto Fields
Favorites: hot chocolate, balloons, fairy tales, flowers
Bad habits: day dreaming, talks a lot
Weird habits: shows sympathy for food
Title: Lost chick
Dream: To learn to fly
Best qualities: Persistent, open-minded
Worst qualities: clumsy, never listens, forgetful
Goals: To one day return back to her village
Loki is a special individual. She's assumed to be the youngest out Phinx's friend circle. Her nature is very carefree and ditzy. She is usually perky and rarely seen in a bad mood. Loki has somehow lost her way home in Troddle Village. She claims she hit her head and forgot how to get back.
Viva La VidaThe auditorium was filled with eager students who were finally taking that last step for adulthood, the teachers and other faculty that had guided toward this very moment, and the families and friends who had supported them every step of the way.Viva La Vida2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kagome Higurashi nervously adjusted her uniform as she half-listened to the school band play. The time when she would stand in front of everyone and sing was coming. While she had been honored that they had asked her the song that she was going to sing was definitely going to be emotional, and in more ways than anyone except her family knew.
After all, only they knew of her struggles during the past three years. The emotional breakdown when she discovered the Well to be sealed, her depression at being unable to see Inuyasha again they had witnessed everything, and helped her in every way they could.
In fact, it had been Souta who introduced her to the song that she would be singing today.
New Moon Mistake Chap. 2 - Problems The demon was waiting for the proper moment to strike, and soon that moment would come. He was thinking about how Inuyasha had destroyed his home and comrades along with it. He was disgusted by the thought and gagged at the sight of Inuyasha in his mind.New Moon Mistake Chap. 2 - Problems1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This demon was not very common, so he was shall we say a "rare" demon type. And once his were comrades were killed, he considered this a great insult to him and his kind. His demon type was called the "Benki Nugara" also known as the "bone snake." Although, their bodies weren't the same as snakes, but their temper was. Whenever something awful happened to their kind, they would always look for vengeance and blood. Even if they had only been insulted by a bunch of people in a village, you might as well have already dug your grave. They would kill your ENTIRE village without mercy
ContractFilled with hatred nightmare-born,Contract1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His family dead he does not mourn.
Deep in darkness, he cannot see,
The crow the only to hear his plea.
Through the darkness comes a voice:
"Now then, human, make your choice.
Grab the thread and start to climb,
Then your soul I shall make mine."
Vengeance now his one desire,
All lost to him within the fire,
The vow is made, the contract sealed,
The demon's power now his to wield.
DRAGON BALL FINALE - Episode 72 The ExDRAGON BALL FINALE - Episode 721 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We see two space pods flying somewhere in the galaxy, away from Planet Earth 2.0. In the space pods there were two Saiyans, none other than Nappa and Raditz, however, their destination was unknown by them. Nappa was starting to get bored just flying around in the endless dark space, seeing nothing but millions after millions of stars, so he turned the communicator on and started:
-Raditz, where exactly are we going?-Nappa voice could be heard in Raditz' pod, ho
Two Pennies and a DimeTwo pennies and a dime sit at the bottom of the wishing well. The well was an ordinary well, until the pair decided this should not be so.Two Pennies and a Dime4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She declared that she had never visited a wishing well and that logic insisted all unclaimed wells were to become wishing wells, and he was inclined to agree. It was decided that only very important wishes should be wished at the well, lest the power of the wishing well be drained (for who knows how much power a previously unclaimed well holds?).
They went about their chores, homework, and other such experiences, and never once forgot about the wishing well. It was a full year, to the day-and-a-half, before the first wish was thrown into the well, and he was informed that he must stand at least twenty-three feet away while she made the wish, because if anyone but the well heard the wish go in, it might never be granted. The same secretive process occurred six-and-three-quarters years later, and he stood quietly behin
The Horror Movie AlphabetA is for AlienThe Horror Movie Alphabet7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
B is for Blood
C is for Chucky
D is for Demon
E is for Elm Street
F is for Freddy
G is for Ghosts
H is for Horror
I is for Inside-Out
J is for Jason
K is for Krueger
L is for Locust
M is for Murder
N is for Nightmare
O is for Obituaries
P is for Plauge
Q is for Quiver
R is for Red Rum
S is for Slasher
T is for Terror
U is for Urainium Bomb
V is for Volcano
W is for Wicked
X is for Xenomorph
Y is for You're gonna be dead
Z is for ZAP! And now you're dead.
The DreamerNow im blaming you for everything.The Dreamer8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All things going wrong.
Sing for me your heart sick love song.
Dreamers in this world.
All their pasts unfurled.
Nothing is clear.
Still he smiles.
Still he waits.
Still he wonders.
Still he shows no hate.
Only closes his eyes and prepares to dive.
Those that take mortal risks may die.
But those afraid to chase their dreams were never alive.
Face your fears.
Cast away your doubt.
Find your true colors.
Shine them out.
The voice that goes unheard.
May very well change the world.
Eternal Life Part 1Eternal Life Part 19 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
St Marks Place, New York, New York. Sin-é was a thimble in the city landscape. Freezing cold beer and excellent shepard's pie, they said. The gentle seduction of warm pastry and live music wafted onto the street seven evenings a week, and the halcyon allure of the café attracted coffee junkies and regular Joes in equal amounts. Inside, a tiny kitchen was crammed neatly into one corner beyond the odd assortment of tables scattered about the place. It wasn't much, but it was a slice of the avant garde café culture that was growing feverishly popular during the early 90's. There was something about Sin-é that was irrevocably inviting, and it wasn't just the pastry.
In a tiny corner of this tiny café a phenomenon started. Word grew of an amazing voice from Orange County playing regularly at Sin-é on monday nights. There was no advertising, no demo tape. The news was spreading by word of mouth, and in only a matter of months the voice that had emerged from nowhere began attracting crowds th
Out of the void...An ever-present ugliness lives inside these genetic veinsOut of the void...7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The only one you hearken to when you cannot stand the pain
But the ease is merely temporary and not what you expect
There is no quick fix to gratify; you cannot pay with a check
It grips your soul accordingly with terrifying quickness
Trapped inside an Iron Maiden, you are your only witness
A body more a holding cell, a cage, for a once vibrant spirit
The Pisces so buoyant and fantastic, most wanted to be near it
Yet when reflections in the minds mirror fill doubt inside the heart
No amount of hands can stop depressed pieces from falling apart
Hypothesis noted unstable serotonin, chemically imbalanced equation
Leading to lithium cocktails and systematic personality annihilation
To a diluted version in a comatose pharmaceutical nightmare reality
Waiting for reduced chemical bombardment for the spirit to be free
Much damage is done, much fire is lost, rising out of the abyss of black
Yet slowly rekindled by her children, seeing he
The Boy in the Bloody ShirtHe called me last night.The Boy in the Bloody Shirt7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could hear his voice shaking, a quiet and painful tone.
He was crying, tears dripping down his cheeks from suppressed sobs as he sniffed.
He said to me he didn't want to be alone.
And that if I could come over to be with him quickly.
I put down the phone, pulled on my brown bomber jacket, and ran down the street to his.
I rang the doorbell.
He didn't come, so I let myself in.
I walked through the hall and up to his room.
Giving a few gentle knocks on the white wooden door, I eased it open a crack and slipped in.
My eyes scanned the room and...
He was on the bed, eyes barely open, skin pale.
I could see the light reflecting off the tears on his face, still softly falling one by one onto the duvet below him.
He was making hardly any noise, except hushed sobbing and heavy breathing.
A knife was laying in his loose hand, blood stained.
My eyes followed the trial of red liquid over his chest to his wrist, raw and tattered, ripped in half, blood spewing
A. H.To my eyes you are deplorable,A. H.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
An offense to senses cerebral,
Stunted phrases unendurable,
A disease I find incurable.
The populace wax lyrical
On your achievements empirical
They do not see as I see
You are a failure categorical
I am the catalyst of your victories
The enabler of your iniquities
My fame lies in obscurity
Ambiguity is my celebrity.
The DoctorYesterday evening in Las Vegas Nevada, a Caucasian male was arrested for the attempted kidnapping of twenty year-old Emma Taylor. The LVMPD responded to a suspected rape attempt and arrested the man on site. The male CNN newscaster explained almost indifferently. A picture of a blond male of about the age of twenty-two appeared on-screen.The Doctor9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The anonymous witness who made the call for help claimed that what was happening was rape, however evidence found later showed that what might have happened was much worse. The newscaster took a short pause, his facial expression changing slightly. Nevaeh Thorn, a Las Vegas local, while in police custody, ingested a cyanide tablet he concealed in his left shoe. The two officers saw what he was doing, but were unable to stop him before he ingested the pill.
The picture changed from Nevaeh to the well-known Dragonfly Insignia and a picture of a man in a plague doctors mask. During the autopsy, forensic sci
Do Not DisturbLocked doors without a handleDo Not Disturb11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pulled blinds without a latch
Tucked away to be forgotten
Turn the key and walk away.
Best left alone behind stone walls
With one way glass and silent eyes
Protected from the secrets of her mind.
Don't knock for entry or tap the glass
Don't rouse the beast and bring a storm
Leave broken hearts unmended
And tender souls untouched
Defend yourselves until the end.
Walk by doors and private places
Ignore the ever spreading silence
Allow the girl to be herself
Allow the girl to be alone.
Proceed no further into quarantine
Reduce the risk of your infection
Do not disturb the dormant hatred
Let these fears and angers rest
Keep doors now locked secure
Do not disturb the girl.
Peter Pan"There could not have been a lovelier sight, but there was no-one to see it "Peter Pan3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Peter flew away from Wendy's window, flew all the way to the Big Ben clock tower. He landed on the ledge, head bowed, legs dangling over the rim. He heard a soft sparkling noise beside him and looked up at Tinkerbell floating beside him.
"Hello Tink." He said, looking at her uncertainly. She spoke sadly and landed on Peter's finger.
"I know Tink, but I have to."
She sighed and nodded, flying up close to his face and pressed her tiny lips against his cheek.
'Goodbye' she waved.
"Goodbye." He said as she fluttered away.
He stood looking through the living room window, a man and woman sat in silence staring at the flames. With a deep breath Peter moved to the front door and rang the bell.
After a few moments, the door creaked open slowly. The woman stood there, staring dumbstruck at a boy she'd lost long ago.
"P-Peter?" She asked, not daring to believe her eyes.
"Yes Mother, it's me."
Growing UpIts always interesting, growing up. Its something people want to do so badly, until the point when its right around the metaphorical corner. From zero to highschool, people want to grow up and get into the world. But yet when its actually getting closer, like junior year of highschool second thoughts appear. Suddenly growing up is something to fear. Because students are supposed to have it all planned out, and right after sophomore year we still don't know what to do in only a couple years. So fear develops.Growing Up3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
And it is all because humans in general don't like what we don't understand. And students cannot be expected to understand what is going to happen after graduation. Sure most go to college, some get jobs, but that information fails to explain what it will be like. And that unknowing is what causes fear.
How can students have it all figured out?
And how do schools think it is fair to expect them to have it figured out.
At one school I went to we were supposed to be figuring it out s
Math. I added you into my lifeMath.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like how 1+1=2
But your words and hits
Took away smiles,skin,and blood
Like how 2-1=1.
Your "love for me" multiplies.
Like how 2x1=2
But to me,
Our hearts divide.
Like 1 divided by 1
The PopoAs viceroy of the flying city of L'hahn, I feel it is my duty to document the truth behind the incident that will soon destroy our long-lived nation.The Popo6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Well, more factually, I tried to order my subordinates to do this, but they refused on the grounds that it would be incriminating. It's easy for THEM to hand wave this, personal security and all, but they haven't got to deal with a Historians itch. If in the distant future there is not a rotting book at the back of some neglected library detailing the TRUTH about what is happening here today, I just know my soul will be roasting in whatever layer of hell normally reserved for people who commit treason or keep yappy dogs as pets.
I tried to explain this to my subordinates. They cited, as additional reasons not to help me, that I was 'fat' and also 'dumb'. The chain of command is rapidly falling apart, as you can see. I'm getting off track, though.
About two months ago (I forget when exactly. I never claimed to be a very GOOD historian,) th
Anwin Ravencaller ProfilePoints of interest denoted by asterisks (*), see end notesAnwin Ravencaller Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Änwin Yrja Ravencaller
Age: 23 yrs.
Race: Nord, Lycanthrope
Dominant Hand: Left
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Height: 165cm (5’5”)
Weight: 53.1kg (117lbs.)
Birthday: 7th of Hearthfire, 4E 182
Birth Sign / Guardian: The Shadow *
Birthplace: Clan home at the foot of the mountains, just above the town of Riverwood in Whiterun Hold, Skyrim. Now uninhabited.
- Father Unknown *
- Maria Wintercrown (mother, dead)
- Anja (maternal grandfather, dead)
- Ran “Icefist” (maternal grandmother, dead)
Lineage: Bathorgh of Solitude *
Immunities & Resistances:
Tristess und WehmutEndlich ist es dunkel!Tristess und Wehmut11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Die Sonne war mir heute schon wieder viel zu grell!
Gestern regnete es den ganzen Tag.
Ich saß auf dem Balkon und genoss die frische Regenluft,
das triste Grau, das beruhigende gleichmäßige Prasseln,
Melancholie macht sich breit.
Hätte ich Tränen würden sie grad in Sturzbächen von meinen Wangen rinnen.
Stattdessen schütte ich Sturzbäche in mich hinein
in der Hoffnung, diese unerträgliche Leere zu füllen,
diese zährende Sehnsucht zu ertränken.
Ich suche verzweifelt nach einer rettenden Hand,
doch greife nur ins Leere.
Suche nach einem vertrauten Gesicht.
Nach einer mir gleichen Seele.
Doch da ist nichts.
Nichts, wonach ich such.
Die Gedanken lasten schwer.
Schwerer, als meine Schultern zu tragen vermögen.
Und so sinke ich immer mehr in die Knie.
Hätte ich eine Stimme,
würde mein Schrei dich ertauben lassen.
Doch da sind nur schweigende Lippen.
Ein verschlossener Mund,
aus dem keinerlei Ton dringt.
Der keine Silbe ertönen lassen vermag.
Nur das gedac
Das Blut rot Nacht (Poetry)The air is clear, but then is white.Das Blut rot Nacht (Poetry)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful whisp in a frozen sky.
As gone as quick as it was made be.
A wonderful thing it is to be free.
A sound, a noise, a glimpse of fate.
Aproacing at speed, with no love or hate.
A monster of steel, no emotion to show.
A streak of white light that leaves scars in the snow.
As the scars get deeper and the enemy aproaches.
My consious starts reeling with fear most abundant.
A impact, a pain, flying up through the air.
White, red, black, the order goes.
A mother, a daughter, left in tears.
A puddle, a resting place, no more fears.
Heartless, Souless, again and again.
The monsters keep coming to carry out their sin.
A splatter, another, as all goes black.
A consiousness fading in the silver night.
A family weeps as it will for years.
A sheilding of eyes as come more tears.
A scream wreakes the night as a body flows.
Disrespected, forgotten, all alone.
Once a model now a empty shunned soul.
Where went the beauty and where went the grace?
Bring it on!You can make me bleedBring it on!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can make me cry
You can torture me
Even take my life
But my heart, my soul, you will never have
If you listen carefully enough, you may hear the last echoes of my nevermore beating heart
You can bind my hands
You can blind my eyes
You can cut of my wings
Try to poses my mind
But my freedom, my will, cannot be broght down
If you look closely enough, you can see my fragile light slowly fading out
You can shut my mouth
You can make me crawl
You can hit me
Cause me to fall
But my determination, my mind, shall only grow stronger
If you lean near enough, you might feel the warmth of my last tender breath