UndecidedUndecided4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't choose.
The two women that look alike,
That feel the same.
I love them both
From the bottom of my heart.
Whether or not they love me,
Just doesn't seem to matter.
They could love my dog-demon ears;
My silky, smooth, silver hair;
My golden-yellow eyes;
Or just me for me.
I would hold them both with my clawed hands,
And with the kindness I have for them both.
The love I have for both seems so undecided.
I can't choose.
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 3Heaven is Other Roko INA part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The master instructed Shari to dress for the occasion, and so he did, with the best piece of clothing he could scrounge up but which still fit his small frame. It was a cloak that folded into a robe, dyed solid black. It did not have true sleeves; rather the fabric was folded under the sash in order to give the appearance of sleeves. Besides it, he only wore a fresh shenti, because even the night was hot and he wasn't the sort of idiot who would overdress, even for an important occasion.
They walked through the main dining hall, which rang with all the noise and smells that generally accompanied dinner. The hall, filled with a rich warm glow from the heating coils and the overhead chandeliers, was divided into four quadrants, and each quadrant was divided by long serving tables. The centers of these tables had wide pathways for the servers and cooks to walk through, to deliver and refresh all the various kinds of dishes on that dinner's menu. The pathways joined in the middle, which co
Kakashi's ThoughtsKakashi's Thoughts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Having just turned 18, it was still unusual to have someone so young as an ANBU assassin. As he flew through the snow covered branches, Kakashi thought about all of the gossip and praise that was surrounding him. He did not care. The elders thought he was so accomplished because he was trying to protect the country. That was not the real reason. he became strong for Shane. Just the thought of her brought back memories.
Two children playing in the forest. One with white hair, one with black. It was Kakashi-with his short, spiked, white locks- and Shane-with her long, wavy, black ones. There were 9-years old, and Shane was in town visiting the 3rd Hokage. Kakashi knew how he felt about Shane, even if he was young. He just never had the courage to tell her how he felt, even when she was leaving to go back home. The last thing Shane had said to Kakashi had always stayed with him to this very day.
"Kakashi, I want you to know that I'll always care for you. So become the strong boy I know
TWighSing(NOTE: Dont shoot me, this is just a Hysterical idea. Hellsing Fans I think would enjoy the clash. Twighlight fans not so much. sorry)TWighSing5 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was a rainy morning in Washington, Seattle. The clouds were dark and heavy; the prelude to an ominous storm. At four in the morning, the city was bustling with sleepy activity. Night jobs were closing down and early bird shifts were groggily making coffee and hitting the highways.
A helicopter landed precariously a few miles out of the city. A crack of thunder was drowned out by the spinning propeller blades. A small figure, followed by a great black dog, climbed from the door. They walked away, heading towards an idling limousine.
The wind blew long blonde hair into her eyes as she dragged her suitcase towards the car. The big dog evolved at that moment into the figure of a dark haired girl in white, as Integra rolled her eyes. Alucard smiled deviously as Integra rolled her eyes. It was clear she was overall annoyed. At age 22, she s
EvilEvil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness that is slowly lighting up,
But it is not that usual pure white light.
No, it's a light that is more evil.
A poisonous evil.
Dripping green all around me.
All over my wing;
All over my hair.
Surrounding me in the evil that I feel compelled to be a part of.
An evil that seems to be a part of my nature.
My very being.
As if the last of my humanity was trying to save me.
My locks have claimed to be white,
But even so, my soul is black.
I have outweighed between good and evil,
And have finally chosen.
One words come to mind when I think of myself,
And that word is:
Characterisation GuideCREATING ORIGINAL CHARACTERSCharacterisation Guide7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Welcome, one and all, to Sades first original character creation guide! I cant say Im an expert on the topic, but lately Ive noticed that people seem to get too hung up on the mary-sue/gary-stu aspect (for the sake of this guide, Im just going to say mary-sue as the female characters are more common), saying All characters are a mary-sue to some degree. Well, maybe, but in my opinion they either are or are not.
In this guide I will cover how to create and write a well developed character in original fiction however I will make mention to fanfiction, but first let me explain what a mary-sue is for anyone whos unsure
THE DREADED MARY-SUE!!!
A mary-sue is typically a very poorly designed character. They are normally female characters, the male equivalent being a Gary-stu, and usually appear in fanfiction. In my own opinion, it is very difficult to create a mary-sue for original fictio
The Dear PlayStationThe Dear PlayStation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mobis New Nest (Video Game Addict and Virgin): Dear PlayStation, me and my friends are debating what the best console is between Wii, XBOX360 and PlayStation 3
Kevin Butler (PlayStation 3 Fanatic/Extremist): *Wearing a T-Shirt that reads 'Wii Hate XBOX360 and NINTENDO WII' You and your geek friends really need to get a life and to answer your rhetorical question of course it's the PS3. Excuse me a second *Takes a sledgehammer and smashes a Nintendo Wii console on the floor*
Mobis New Nest: Don't you think that's bias?
Kevin Butler (PlayStation 3 Fanatic/Extremist): * Kevin Butler is standing with his back to you while urinating on an XBOX360, he turns his head to look at you* Bias? Absolutely. Excuse me a moment *zips up his pants then walks over to sink to wash his hands and dries them on a towel* The PlayStation 3 is the G.O.A.T to dumb it down for you The Greatest Of All Time console ever, end of story.
Mobis New Nest: How can you say that when the W
Dreamclouds And Stuff....Your eyes are bright todayDreamclouds And Stuff....3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright enough for me to see them
Looking at me the way I always imagine they would
Until they fade into thoughts of
Unicorns, metal bands, tea shops, and other cool stuff
I wish there was a picture of you
Decked out in gloves, tie-dye jacket and band t-shirt
Hair spiked to the sky
Holding a plate of cookies and a carton of ice cream
That's what you really are to me
I wonder how we would officially meet
What mood I would be in
Because depending on my mood
I could be as shy as a ghost that doesn't haunt its own house
Or I would just pounce on you
Holy crap would that last one be fun
Or at least fun to tell about later
Man, do you empty my pockets
I know I've used at least fifty dollars just because
Were on my mind at the time
That doesn't count all the times I eat out
Pretending you're sitting next to me
Or across from me
Or coming up behind me to surprise me
Just to make me yelp
Anyway .that probably adds up to a few hundred
For me that really is a lo
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:I Can't Devour You, Not Yet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
GeographyMy last year of elementary schoolGeography3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Possibly the best on record
Before I grew up
We had this assignment that was meant to present
Our knowledge of these certain terms
Mountain, plateau, key, archipelago
Peninsula, strait, and so on, et cetera
Given these small, thin sheets of paper
And the definitions of each
I set out on a snow day to pursue this project
Colored pencils and a black felt pen
Carefully drawing them
Tongue out the side of my teeth
I wanted it to be perfect
It was a four hour ordeal
I remember reappearing out of my room
And lunch had gone by long ago
But I wasn't yet finished
I couldn't find a ring to hang them on
That's what they needed was a ring
And for the life of me I had none
I searched my drawers
Found needles and paper clips and scrap ribbons
Beads, a necklace, small scissors.... A necklace
It was only a simple solution
And I hoped it would be accepted
I even decorated it with beads spelling my name
The praise was more than I had in my eleven-year-old prospect
LoveI wrote you a poemLove5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about how your face is beautiful.
And how when you hold my hand I feel bigger.
It kept me awake
and I dreamt with wide eyes
about your perfect words.
I will never let you go,
and I will breathe your name like songbirds.
We will be invincible, here on our mountain
And we will never crumble.
And I will never sway.
You keep me living, love,
I could say your name forever.
Memoir Of A Summer GirlI've been called an ice princess.Memoir Of A Summer Girl3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A frigid queen that couldn't shake the icicles dangling from her heart or even melt the first crust of snowy powder along these veins long enough to feel something... anything at all.
And every time someone would say these things to me I would smile sweetly, numbly because I couldn't feel.
But yet, their eyes dance over my breasts as if to a staccato tune only they can hear, and their tongue wets their lips as if tequila were thrust in front of a recovering alcoholic that is still thirsty.
Again I tilt my head and smile, unfeeling, knowing their eyes are burning holes into my skin.
The seams of my clothing unraveling around me, fabric combusting, leaving me standing before them naked - a mass of invisible scars and bruised flesh where their lips once kissed me too hard.
I know they only see puckered nipples or the near-dampness between my thighs.
Not the girl in here.
Not the summer girl I had once been.
Their fingers splayed across my ribcage as if fe
What We're Doing♦♦♦♦♦What We're Doing1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“After all, rarely do the men who orchestrate wars find themselves holding the instruments. It's those holding the instruments, you see, they go and they die, they die at each others hands, and all their familiars and relations they weep and they cry revenge, and then the whole thing's sunk. Then the whole thing is personal, and if it lasts long enough it is cultural, and then for all the original maestros may wish most dearly to cease the thing it is too late, don't you see. The match is lit, the throat, is slit.”
Private Lanson squirmed, still adjusting to his heavy standard-issue boots, belts, and helm. The drawling voice in the shadow had been going in this vein for a good ten minutes and it hadn't helped him settle into his uniform one bit.
“Wars are fought for other people. For crowns and cravats who failed to keep the peace with words. And also for th
Am I tough enough?Am I tough enough?Am I tough enough?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To protect you from the evil
That has settled in my mind.
It wildly fights behind my eyes.
To come out at every chance
Am I tough enough?
To hold back the sarcasm
I want to say to all of you
Because of my own twisted mind
That can't take it any more
Am I tough enough?
To keep up the appearance
That I like the way I am
I want myself to change
So that is why I fight myself
Am I tough enough?
To become someone else
That is still me, but not
The person that I used to be
For all those years I've been
Am I tough enough?
To become who I want to be
and not who I've been all along
Or am I who I want to be
But haven't I seen it yet
Hole againI am blue; I am down; I am depressed;Hole again3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am beaten; I am pummeled and suppressed!
Walked on like a doormat,
My soul, it bleeds blood-red.
I move outside the flow of life
I am the living dead.
My empty heart is aching
Yet longing to be killed,
So the vacuous pain within me
Stops waiting to be filled.
Complete Blank Character SheetComplete Blank Character Sheet6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Date of Birth:
Date of Death:
Star/Zodiac Sign :
Homeworld/Place of Birth:
Homeworld's technology level:
Dimension's category (Magical or Technological):
Level of Devotion:
Drug User ?:
Hairstyle and colour:
Preferred style of clothing:
Personality (and other stuff)
Peaceful or aggressive:
Fighting skills and Ability(ies):
Weapon of choice (if any):
Cronas Poem... From the HeartWhat`s up? What`s down? Left? Right? I don`t know anymore.Cronas Poem... From the Heart4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Afraid to answer, knowing whatever I choose will be wrong...
I have been beaten, broken, abused, and torn.
The friends and the mother I thought I loved...
They just encouraged my misery...
What`s up? What`s down? I still don`t know.
I was saved... But why? What have I done to deserve such sincerity?
New friends encourage my happiness... why?
Life is confusing... Or do I not understand?
People try to help me now... They care about me..
My soul was dry, bitter, and afraid.
New friends made it a safe, warm, loving feeling...
Love... Is this what it feels like?
Knowing people care about you? You caring about them?
To be kind and encourage their happiness?
I love my friends... They love me...
What`s up? What`s down?
I think I know.
not as simple as it soundsnot as simple as it soundsnot as simple as it sounds5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
your face stayed with me for days
as i lay there and bore my pain
at the time, it seemed a beacon of hope
a shining light that would erase the dark years
and burn away the shadows that coat my mind
blur my soul
and corrupt what i have left
what passes for
now i see it for what it truly was
just a fool's feverish dream
and what a pity that seemed when i realized it
i told you about it anyways
not to elicit a reaction, not from hope of something more
but simply because
now, that moment has passed
wherein i felt that i had to tell you
had to keep some link alive in my mind
and instead i played a new game
rather than picturing myself as the face i see
whenever i bother to look in the mirror
i closed my eyes
and remembered what it was like ten years ago
you weren't there
nor was any other woman
yet i still felt a degree of satisfaction
that most likely eclipsed any happiness we ever had
it was the wholeness of bein
Crona's PoemFifteen years ago,Crona's Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was put on earth.
I started life looking at the light in everything,
But that didn't last very long.
Because the truth is
There is no light.
How can there be light if
Every time I say something,
I’m always cut down.
So I just stay quiet.
Because I can’t deal with the pain of not being accepted.
Every time my mother’s eyes meet mine
All I see is the disappointment and failure she sees
So I just stare at the floor.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain I've caused my mother to suffer with.
Most people only have their conscience to deal with after they have made a decision,
But I have a real person, who knows my every move,
My every thought,
To criticize me.
To have a new reason to harm me.
So I just stopped making decisions.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain of my mistakes.
Because I know I’ll make the wrong choice, no matter what I pick.
After fifteen years of this,
I earn friends that I don’t deserve.
StayingThe clock turns around and we breathe ourselves out into silenceStaying3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your face bears the mark of the dead but you live on with violence
There ain't a word or an echo of truth
That don't steal my soul and bind it to you
But the fight is where it all has to stand together
And you break
All the laws that I learned
And you kill
All the lies that I've lived
You're a thief on the run
But I see you wear broken wings
And I'm dying to see you just as you are
And we're learning to wonder if life is all ours
As you try to slip further, I'm going down too
Don't think that I'm stupid, I'm staying with you
The road is ahead and we've got a billion choices
The sound of our hearts somehow cover millions of noises
You try to make light, think you've figured it out
You cut out too early but I know you doubt
'Cuz something real shines through when we are together
And I leave
All the worries behind
And I give
You the love that is mine
No, I never felt sorry
But don't go the last part alone
And I'm dying to se
Dear JakeDear Jake,Dear Jake3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
24 Days Since Power Outage.
It's been a while hasn't it? Maybe not for you, but for me. It's really quite amazing when you think about it, how much we rely on technology. How much of our lives are dictated by the ease and security that electricity provides us. It's actually moronically ironic. The thing that keeps us close is the thing that rips us apart. I pray my last letter reached you. I can't really be sure; it's so hard to calibrate the transporter without my computers aid. There's only enough power to run that one machine, anything else would be pushing my small generator a bit too far. Repairs should commence soon. I hope you're alright, Jake.
30 Days Since Power Outage.
I've dove down to the seafloor with help from Sawtooth. As I expected the power lines are fine. We've been cut off Jake. Taken off the grid by the Empress. It could have been an accident, but a mix of paranoia and common sense makes me believe otherwise. I haven'
Cardinal Offense MechanismSimple attic formCardinal Offense Mechanism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pirouette in this twisted fashion
Mind set flawless
Gut flowing between the veins of right
Despite the bridge to the north
The left hand knows not its place
And my shadow hides on the bookshelf
Flapping hearts heads words around
and yet she sees nothing
no danger strangles the ankles
foreign bits yes but those claws do not consume
are there eagles circling the fire
Spin and walk in a straight tape
Stand back oh foul texture of metal
Thy poison doth not sting my breast
You know it is all air over fingers
More like a tightrope act
swift is a chair upon the face
to boil in hate and swim in the mire
no sacrifice suffices for the truth quite
simply as the ballerina turns to paper
He cannot bear to knock in fear of flying backwards
These cards are on strings
Being pulled by a horse and buggy
Led by skeleton in a top hat
Eyes scorching green
Armani suit of the first prototype
More like a robe swathing like a murderous shroud
Hear the bees in your ears mutter accusations
WonderlandWhat of pain?Wonderland3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And what of love?
What of push?
And what of shove?
Check that watch you're running late!
The Queen of hearts will not wait!
A fairy tale is but grim
It's life that's really dark and dim.
Life's a hole that leads nowhere
A Cheshire Cat that's full of air!
Escapism needs mind-bending,
A feast of mushrooms that's unending.
Your head of voices starts to natter
Your secret soul a dark Mad Hatter.
But what of Love?
Is it just all malice?
Yeah; Stuff the Rabbit!
And Screw you, Alice!!!
TEARSLife is one big teardrop,TEARS3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rolling down a frozen cheek,
Sliding off a plastic face,
To fall at no ones feet.
Crystal pools of liquid life,
Disappear, as they fall.
Can the result of so much torment,
Have no effect at all?
Will the tears of endless suffering
Bring life to a desolate plain?
If so, there is no shortage,
For the tears fall like rain.