SaltyBeef and fire part 3SaltyBeef and fire part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the center of Tao village was a beautiful fountain of stone. What the pokemon inhabitants didn't know that under the fountain there was a secret base that belonged to two dirty mouthed magikarps. Their names where Boris and Norman; their hobbies involved flopping all over the place and frustrating their caretaker and roommate Cabbage the Sandshrew. Tonight Boris was home alone watching the game with a beer in hand (well fin), as his boyfriend Yuki the Vanillite made snow cones in the kitchen.
"Hey Bowis dear " Yuki said as he approached the fish carrying a tray of snow cones. "Do you want some of Yuki's speshul snowcones?"
"No bitch " Boris said taking a gulp of beer. "Now piss off, I'm watching the game "
Yuki's hands trembled angrily as he placed the tray of snow cones while trying to maintain his temper. Ever since they eloped, Boris has been nothing but mean. All of a sudden, the Vanillite got an idea
"HEY BOWIS! Will you come and lick Yuki?" The
Zutara Week: Social NetworkingZutara Week: Social Networking4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Day 3: Social Networking
Zutara texts . I don't know if my phone can handle it!
Katara: Heyyyyyy Zuzu!
Zuko: You've been hanging round Azula again haven't you?
Katara: Now now Zuzu, its not that bad
Zuko: But if she's told you, she told everyone . Hold on txt from Sokka
Sokka: ZUZU?!?!?! Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Zuko: Shut up Sokka!
Suki: Your family calls you Zuzu?
Toph: Zuzu? That's even better then Sparky! I LOVE your sister!
Aang: Zuzu? That's rough buddy
Haru: This is revenge for me and the 'stache Zuzu!
Katara: If you think this is bad . Don't go on Jet's facebook
LoZ FSA- OCTOPUSLoZ FSA- OCTOPUS!LoZ FSA- OCTOPUS6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
NOTE: I promise I'll finish this xD
It has been a very hot, sticky, humid, week in Hyrule. People couldn't stand the heat! They were all lazy, worried that if they do too much of something, they'll get even hotter. There was only once place to turn to. Lake Hylia! Practically, everyone in town showed up at the lake after all their work was done. Even the Links showed up. (including Shadow)
Three of the links, Green, Blue, and Vio stood together on top of a high hill of sand, scanning the whole place, to find a nice spot. Green was holding his towel, and a lunch basket for later. Blue was holding his towel, and a umbrella to block the sun from them. Vio was holding his towel, Shadow's towel and Red's towel. Why was he holding theirs?
"I don't want to go to the Lake!"
A loud cry came from behind all three of them. They turned around to see Shadow walking to them holding Red on his should
X-mas storyFulgii de zăpadă cădeau încet spre pământ în acea noapte de 24 decembrie. Orașul de câmpie se trezise la viață, iar pe sub luminile multicolore se perindau oameni încărcați cu fel și fel de pachete, lovindu-se de cei ce se plimbau agale pe sub ninsoarea blândă. Din difuzoarele montate în centru, răzbătea muzica de sezon, distorsionată din cauza volumului dat prea tare.X-mas story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El se plimba liniștit printre oamenii grăbiți, iar fulgii i se prindeau în părul lung și negru, topindu-se apoi. Cufundat în gânduri, părea a nu lua seamă la forfota din jurul său. De după o mașină, niște adolescenți au încercat să-i cânte un colind, oprindu-l din drumul său spre nicăieri. El trecu printre ei, împingându-i, ținând strâns pumnul în buzunarul cu portofelul, după ce simțise cum e căutat în buzunarul drept de bani. Grupul se luă dup
real + make-believeGive me something real, he says. Give me something with meaning. I'd give every little word that can'treal + make-believe4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
contain a smidgen of the thing itself rattling around my tired, jittery brain, but I've been doing lines of
madness and what I see the world cannot hold. Oh, everything I say is real, I answer, with the smile
that comes at all the wrong times, but never when invited. And I mean every single word.
losing my sex drive
Mephisto x Amaimon Chpt. 1Mephisto sat in his office, leisurely tapping his pink pen to some catchy beat humming along in tune. He was finishing up some paper work he had put off earlier in the day to help out Rin. Clad in his pink and purple kimono, he swiveled around in his chair a bit tempted to put off his work even more. If only he wouldn't pay later if he did that. Surely he would not enjoy getting up in the morning to reface the ink and paper monster pile of work tomorrow along with the addition of his next pile of paper work.Mephisto x Amaimon Chpt. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ugh, No. Mephisto sighed unhappily, ceased his tapping, and hunched over the paper work once more. He worked quietly for a few more minutes before a bright light flashed through the room and a low rumbling sound came through the open window behind him. Mephisto completely dropped his pen and swiveled around in his chair looking absolutely giddy. He loved thunder and lightning. But closing the window would be a good idea as the pouring rain and wind began to follow in tow with the s
Prince!England X Reader: The Royal Bloodline IVPrince!England X Reader: The Royal Bloodline IV3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the ball, you became friends with King Francis' adopted sibling, Michelle. She said she will drop by today around afternoon. You waited for her at the garden, you wanted to greet her first but she already arrived without you, knowing it.
"__!" She glomped at you and giggled together.
"The weather today is nice isn't it?"
"Yes, but I more like winter" she helped you to stand up and called her maid.
"Adelle! The present!" she cried, her maid brought a big rectangular box and Michelle handed it to you.
"Is this for me?"
"Why yes, Big brother Francis told me to give you a gift"
She was so nice, she treated you like her own little sister, she's kind and caring.
"... I see, so that what happened. Do you still remember your Mother's appearance or your Father's?"
"My mom had a (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes... according to my memories... You know, I never saw my father... I don't know if I have one or not"
"Every child has a father"
"Maybe I'm one of the childrens who doesn't have
gibel - it's all in your headhe'sgibel - it's all in your head2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind of breakdown
she saves for the holidays,
the kind of
Botox her knuckles need till
the shine of the brittle,
overthrown bone beneath
is all her rods and cones can see.
and hers is the kind of hair
that inks her bathtub water like stray
iodine crystals sublime in air;
her color is not permanent, she is
she was told her book-spine
wrinkles hitchhiked the words, 'wise'
but her eyes said
his knuckles subtended to radii-
grabbing her leaky hair,
a discarded body of
dirt any doctor would've claimed
but he knew his duties well --
to swing her lifeless vessel
till a breath of pleading air
escaped her miserly lips.
her veins bulged and screamed till their
contours marked her skin;
thirst made her pretty, the way
her cropped hair screamed unpleasant.
she was unpleasant, the dye
in her hair agreed.
breathe, he slammed, breathe but every plea
she silenced with stitched eyes, lips and
he was the
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
oroboros the creatorlove plucked fromoroboros the creator1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
chest rungs and unkempt sleeves
teased a moon between coke trails
and braille thighs
oh love, these textures
are yours to drink;
submissive ethers under your skin
and i invite you even further
down the half baked concrete i wouldn’t own
sprawl ourselves out
to devour the sun, the world,
and each other.
ourselves, we would
design and devour ourselves, drink
our lungs under the mesas
and come up pure
~our eyes were fogged with farewells marking territories down our cheeks.~2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ache felt like smoke at the edge of my throat and i was afraid
to say it loud before you said the ocean kissed your taste buds. we just knew.
maps tore apart and our paper walls built with just enough faith to last three decades broke.
it's been too long since we've been hurt with the blue of the sky and you are not the ache in my bones –
you're the crusts between my fingers when i tried to let the sun make me feel less alone.
you’re the clicking of knuckles i feel inside
and the fishhooks fumbling to pull out some pride
from arching, collapsing
(deep into your blue arms
veins overclocked from the last time
you couldn’t feel anything)
withdrawn – a film folds over, sticking
to your thumb and thenar like silken sheets
- directions dictated from throat to feet
- waxed for attraction, abdominal distention
and directions dragging my uniform
up from the floor
don't say nothey had said,don't say no2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
long before i met you
that the truth is known for its
punch in the gut;
it picks at the skin
on your forehead till it
peels off like the zest
of a pregnant orange,
bitter on your fingers
but so sweet
on your tongue.
is a typical symptom
of truth but
no one ever said
that you would exhaust
by the time it was
my turn to listen.
The Pirate and a Thief. Captain Hook/Emma Swan ficThe Pirate and a Thief.The Pirate and a Thief. Captain Hook/Emma Swan fic2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Captain Hook / Killian Jones + Emma Swan / Robin Hood Fanfic.
Chapter 1: Introducing Captain Hook
It was a warm summer's night. The crickets sang loudly outside the tavern, while inside it was rather subdued. Only a small, lazy crowd lingered. She sighed and placed her empty glass down on the bar top. Signaling to the barkeep she left a few gold coins before walking out into the pleasantly warm air.
Despite the pleasantness of the evening, she felt melancholy. She'd been hiding in this boring town for nearly two months now. She missed the forests, her friends. She missed home.
Not wanting to go back to the small loft where she'd been staying, she sat down outside, against the back wall of the bar, and pulled out the guitar she'd carried on her back. She strummed a few chords, not playing any song in particular- but the music was beautiful just the same. Even the crickets stopped to listen. From the corner of her eye, she saw a group of l
FS: RedXBlue short story...A little blueXred story. dur hur......FS: RedXBlue short story...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rain was pouring on the window as Blue was sleeping in his big warm bed. Thunder and lightning filled the sky but didn't seem to bother him. Until a big clap of thunder hit, and Blue jumped up in fright. He looked at the window and saw it was still raining out. He sighed and looked around the room. While he looked at his door, that was wide open, A huge shadow appeared from behind his door, onto his wall when the lightning flashed in the room. It had huge horns, and sharp claws. Blue jumped up and gasped. As the shadow went away, Red slowly poked his head in the door, hold his stuffed toy cow. (yes. a toy cow.) Blue slapped his hand on his face and slowly dragged it down.
"What do you want, Red?" Blue asked with a yawn after it.
"I-I'm scared...."Red stuttered.
"C-can I please sleep in your r-room tonight...?"
Blue frowned. He opened h
Yellow SpringYellow Spring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze.
Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings.
Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink.
While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink.
The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds.
Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound.
The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes.
In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.
New PathThis shouldn't have been this hard. She knew it shouldn't have been this hard. It wouldn't work. They both knew it. There was no way to bridge the gap between them. Not with her life as a princess, not with him being whatever he'd be.New Path3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd been fighting this secret war for so long he didn't have a profession. It was his life now. He was good at being a leader, but he'd never be the right material to be a prince. Even if she had the ability to change the rule that only nobility could marry into the royal family.
She knew this wasn't going to work. Not when they annoyed each other more than they got along. Not when he hated her for her role in the royal court, even if she'd been nothing more than decoration most of the time. Especially as she'd been nothing more than decoration. It didn't matter that it hadn't been her fault. That she hadn't known any better. In his mind, there was no excuse for her not knowing the truth about what was going on in the world.
And he was absolutely ri
WarI don't understand...War3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why men fight
Why we have dictators
Why there is good and bad
But most of all...
Why we fight for domination
Why we fight to exterminate
Why we have rich and poor
Why war will never die
What I understand most is...
Why peace comes and leaves
Why we live
Why we unite
Why we are constantly at war.
No matter whatNever forget to love meNo matter what5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Never forget I'll always love you.
Pale Ghost DepartureShadows crowned the ancient forestsPale Ghost Departure3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And she wandered alone, trusting nothing
Could harm her in that peaceful place
But in the shades, the knife was raised
Betrayed, she felt the pain
The warmth of her blood
Falling, she cursed the usurper's name.
Her arms crossed over her fading heart
As if in a final, ghostly embrace.
Withered flowers adorned her pale face
Burning red to match vacant, black eyes
A frozen testimony of the purest grace
That ever walked the face of Arda.
So cold and lifeless are her open eyes
In which immortal beauty still lingers,
Even now, as daylight dies
And the third moon begins to rise.
Blood stains her hands
The knife sleeps in the shade.
And the rain begins to fall a mourner's cry
Washing the blood from her frail body
The darkness comes, caressing her eyes
Covering her wounds in thick black.
Her soul will roam the forests
And one day, will reach me.
The ghost will embrace me
Sending chills down my spine
For her love has not yet died.
It keeps my heart some
-Poem- A Thief's TaleRide the chilling wind,-Poem- A Thief's Tale5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
across the burning sand;
along the trail of life --
with it in your hands.
Items made through bloodshed,
seven for the priests;
with their magic powers,
to bring upon the peace.
Rage for fallen comrades,
scarred by darkened times;
revenge, his only wish,
to make up for the crime.
Defeat brought in battle,
but denied his death;
instead, trapped inside,
to await his final breath.
Millennia of silence,
until a new time came;
to possess a boy's body
and rule a Shadow Game.
Moving On, Pt 5Moving On, Pt 54 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Night had descended over the Eastern Kingdoms and Gare sat in front of a small fire, carefully banked to hide its light. He had moved some of the dead brush in the area to conceal his small camp and from outside, it merely looked like an impenetrable thicket, but inside he had a comfortable amount of space to make his meal and to sleep. He did not know how long he would need to be in the area, so he had planned for a longer stay, just in case. He had removed the tusked hood and tended his injuries, now sitting with his back against a tree and cradling a cup of tea in his hands while staring into the flames of his small fire as a vegetable stew cooked.
He kept thinking back to earlier in the day, when he had freed that Blood Elf, how the man had looked up at him with such gratitude. Yet Gare could still feel his skin crawling at the man's proximity. He certainly had not been one of Gare's captors and tormentors, yet the similarity of any Sindorei male was one too c
just pretend i am a mantell me five thingsjust pretend i am a man1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that give you crows feet
at the x-extends of your facial
that would be
when I feel a poem coming on.
me? it can’t be
my chemistry innuendos
and travel-worthy shows of poetic
justice. in transit, we are
shifting and stretching
our insecure binding
to hybridized vengeance
(twenty of them)
read with me the stories
of those at disturbance
with god? I’d have you
stuck in a parking lot,
enjoying an addiction, fearful
of being broadcast
in theory, of course.
my curls will not tire
of your hinted accent. my
complaints will not lessen
in your infinite kindness;
you are no more a stranger to me
than my own skin. your youth is carved
in each thunderstorm i wish i had seen;
all i require is wooden floorboards
and the slightest glimpse
the sweetness you taste last of nights
and early mornings
is a permanent bookmark
is a wishful glitch.
are my steroid-strength
ambrosia; a fi