Iruka Hood + Kakashi WolfJuly 4, 2007Iruka Hood + Kakashi Wolf8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
July 5, 2007
Red Iruka Hood and Bad Kakashi Wolf
Once apon a time or some kind of crap like that, there was a small village. In that village lived a young man. Ever since he was little he wore a large red cape (not a super hero cape!) that his mother made him before her untimely death. Since then, the people of the village called him Little Red Iruka Hood. But that changed when he reached 5 10.
Anyway he lived in a small cottage with a woman who raised him after both Irukas parents died. Her name was Kurenai Yui, but Iruka called her Onii-chan since thats how she acted most of the time. One day Kurenai had a job for Iruka.
Iruka! She called out.
What is it Onii-chan? Iruka came in with his crimson cape flowing gracefully behind his every step.
When are you gonna quit calling me that? Kurenai giggled out, cheeks flushing at the nickname.
Why would I? You are.
The Frog PrinceTime stands still in this damp and dark well. I cannot tell you how long I have possibly been in this Hell; maybe days or maybe years. I do have memories of my past life though they come in quick and sharp flashes of faces, places, and even events. I cannot remember my name; I cannot remember where I came from. I do not know who sired or who birthed me; I dont even know what my face looks like.The Frog Prince6 years ago in Horror More Like This
All I know is this: I was once human and now I am not. Instead, I am nothing but a common a common frog, an amphibious little abomination living in the dank water and living off the crunchy insects that make the fatal mistake of falling into my little haven. As if to mock my agony, though, I still think like a human; I still feel those little human emotions and yearn for human things. I lament; I rage; I would cry if I had the tears. My only comfort in this dank little hole is that there is a hole above me, shining with almost holy light.
This day, I w
IcarusWho are you, and what am I?Icarus8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.
SkepticDear Diary:Skeptic9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
World's ending, they sai--
Hansel and GretelThe soft sound of nibbling, as soft as the sound of mice feet scurrying across a wooden floor, was what awoke me from my slumber. Slowly, I opened my failing eyes, taking a few moments to become accustomed to my foggy sight before slipping off my bed and grabbing the nearby cane.Hansel and Gretel6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Hobbling, I pondered what creature could be making such a racket. A wolf, tasting the sweet icing lining my gingerbread bricks? A pair of birds pecking at the gumdrops lining my rooftops? A starving fox desperate for one bite of sweet gingerbread to fill its empty stomach? I did not mind any of these things; I knew that having a home as sweet and sumptuous as mine would be prone to visits from the wild things of this enchanted forest. Even in my ancient age, I can still remember my departed husband smiling at me as he built my home and reminding me that it was a privilege to live in the forest and to never turn any creature away.
The poor dears . I thought, slowly making my way throughout my home.
To distant friendsA difficult year lies behind me,To distant friends4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who knows what´s around the bend
and now it´s that time of year again,
for me to remember good friends.
Although we don´t meet all that often
from one year´s end to the next.
You´re in my heart forever
cherished with love and respect.
So here´s hoping your Christmas is merry
and your New Year happy too.
Wishing you all the very best
with love from me to you.
Written by Suzanne karbach
Building Confidence As an ArtistBuilding Confidence as an ArtistBuilding Confidence As an Artist3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
It can be difficult for a beginning artist to be confident in your skill and in yourself. Self confidence is an important part of being an artist- and indeed; a human in general. There are tons of steps you can take toward being a confident artist with all the skill and knowledge of a pro.
1: Start Simple.
starting simple can be hard for someone with big dreams but let's face it; nothing is a worse letdown than trying to start on a piece too complicated for your skill level. It may seem degrading, but trust me, no good artist got where they are without working on the basics first. the sooner you realise this, the sooner you will improve by getting the basics down.
2: Practice when ever you have time, but make it fun.
Okay, I know video games or cartoons might be another passion of yours, but set those aside for 30 minutes to an hour every day to practice. Practicing seems tedious to most, but if you make it a game or a challenge for yourself it can beco
Our loveOur love was a lazy summer dayOur love2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the world seemed to stand still.
Our love was the muffled silence
in thick snow and winter chills
and as we grew older,
our love constantly renewed
We never had to borrow it
or make each other blue.
Our love was always easy
to each other we were true.
For our love we were grateful,
for it´s granted only to a few.
And in the spring time of our lives,
I knew I could count on you
and as the seasons changed their coats,
Knew I´d be there for you.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach 9th February 2015
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?I can t7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Even though I know you would want me to.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
Last nightLast night I dreamt of you,Last night4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though I was wide awake.
A thousand wonderful memories,
once more my heart did break.
You held me in your arms,
I felt your presence near,
as our life played out before me,
once more I shed a tear.
I recalled our precious wedding day
and our joy at the birth of our son.
I recalled our very first rendezvous
and how I knew you´d be the one.
I remembered all the laughter
and your easy loving ways.
I looked into your beautiful face,
"I miss you," is all I say
A million tears have fallen,
in the time that you´ve been gone.
A million more are still to fall,
until my life is done.
cos when my life is over
and they say the last amen,
I´d never have missed one single day,
I´d do it all again.
Written by Suzanne karbach
Fire Coming Out Of The Hydra's HeadFire Coming Out Of The Hydra's Head3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Once upon a time in the magical land of Equestria,
there was a town where creatures known as Seaponies lived,
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the land,
nopony has ever tried to go so far from his home.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world above.
To live in Harmony with the spirit of the cave called Hydra was enough.
Then one day Diamond Dogs arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind seaweed, but nopony noticed them: they only saw plants.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Seaponies were blind.
Dipping into water and hiding out in holes.
Waiting for the sunset to come, ponies going home.
Appear from behind them and cut out their head.
Now everypony dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead.
In time, Diamond Dogs found their way into the lower reaches of the cave,
and it was there that they found the rooms of unimaginable Richness an
A place of love and peace.where are you now my love?A place of love and peace.3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I´d really like to know.
Are you happy in the place,
to which you had to go?
Hope it´s a much nicer world
without wars or any blood spill.
No hate or greed dividing people,
no bombs or guns that kill.
Hope all the trees and animals
are cherished, not neglected,
classed important for the environment,
cared for and protected.
Hope there is no cruelty
and abuse of the innocent
and everyone is responsible,
caring and decent.
A world with no injustices and no exploitation,
where the people are united,
man living as one nation.
Just one thing I do know,
though I would never preach,
it must be a better place than here;
a place of love and peace.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach Jan 2015
Blind Bruised are myBlind4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
eyes that squint on with
Cross my heartCross my heartCross my heart9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and hope to die,
I never thought
we´d say goodbye.
I promise honey
I´m being good,
I´d be with you
if I could
but I must wait
till God decides,
to place me once more
by your side.
Cross my heart
I still love you so,
you have to know.
The place in my heart
that you once filled,
is longing for you
and always will.
Cross my heart,
it hurts so much,
not to have your gentle touch,
not to hear your wonderful laughter,
stuck here in this life ever after.
Cross my heart
this life goes on,
even if we want or not.
Happy or sad,
if we live or if we die.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach 15th July 2014
On reflectionOn looking back into your pastOn reflection6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
wrong verdictI just wish it had been me,wrong verdict2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I´d have gladly took your place,
on that ominous gallows tree,
remorse, I´d show no trace.
But you received that penalty,
not once daring to complain
and waited with great dignity,
never showing your distain.
Ever hoping that the judge would see,
might change his sorry mind,
pardon you,your burden ease
and show us he is kind.
I was just a spectator,
who watched your silent torture
and knew how much this verdict,
made your defences suffer.
Now your trials are over,
I ask,"Was all this real?"
An innocent man, he lost his life,
not even an appeal.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach 8th February 2015
ImmortalityI was just your average everyday guy,Immortality5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
who liked an occasional drink with friends
and maybe watch a football match,
Sometimes bad things happen and now I am immortal!
cos since my passing, my memory´s been kept alive,
by the sweetest and most loving gal
who I was blessed to call my wife.
She´s proved this with every beat of her heart,
everything she makes, paints, writes and all her art.
Each time she speaks my name and each lonely tear she cries,
I know I was so dearly loved, my memory won´t die.
There must be no greater tribute, after being laid to rest,
being made immortal is 'Love' at its best.
Honey I want you to know this too,
I`ll wait for you above.
I´m sorry that it broke your heart,
this I swore, I´d never do.
I pray that you will find some peace,
that your broken heart will mend
But honey while keeping me immortal,
you might miss your happy end.
poetry by Suzanne Karbach
Drowning...2Drowning...24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That blasted woman!! I can't get a moments peace with her around!" Yvan had muttered under his breath as he past corner after corner of the maze of halls that made his home. Whenever Yvan couldn't get anymore of Angela's pestering, he would go to the music room for some reason, that Yvan couldn't fathom, Agnela loathed music (that was one of the many reasons why Yvan disliked Angela); she would never even step a foot into the room without paling, then excusing herself from the premises. Yvan would hide in the room until Angela gave up pacing in front of the double doors waiting for him to come out.
Yvan ran into the music room, and he tried to get his breath back. He felt eyes on him, and he looked towards the piano. To his surprise, he was looking at another boy. He looked like Angela, with shorter brown hair, jelled and combed back, and dark brown eyes staring almost glaring at him. He looked to be about 12 or 14 years old.
"Let me guess, Angela?" th
Little JeanieLittle Jeanie4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little Jeanie bright and breezy
loved playing in the street
and if the weather kept her in
she´d sit and swing her feet,
back and forth , too and fro
she found it hard to wait,
for the sun to shine again
to go outside the gate.
she wasn´t one for baby dolls
or parties with tea cups.
She liked to jump a skipping rope
her shoes were full of scuffs.
A bike , a ball, a rope to jump
all her favorite things,
climbing trees, scraping knees
and at the park the swings.
she was a little whirlwind
when she went out to play
a real bundle full of energy
every single day.
But when the day was over
she lay bathed and warm in bed,
she´d think about her fun filled day,
she was then a sleepy head.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach (c) November 2014
PricelessI don't need any presentPriceless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for me to know you're mine.
Rings are just golden collars.
Diamonds, stones that shine.
Why a bouquet with many flowers
is better than a single one,
if love can't be measured, and
it's enough by itself, alone?
Venice and Paris are nice,
but I can love you regardless the place.
Who cares about "where"
if I have your kiss and your embrace?
Why expensive clothes and shoes as
Chanel, Louboutin, Dior and Louis Vuitton,
if I can love you even better
when we have no clothes on?
Luxury and wealth
are always welcome, for sure.
But my love for you, which has no price
is my most valuable treasure.
One Special NightOne Special Night3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The winter´s night was crisp and clear,
the heaven full of stars
and all the ones who saw the signs,
came there from near and far.
They followed one bright shining star,
to a place called Bethlehem,
to a stable on the edge of town
and Joseph beckoned them in.
"Look!" He cried with tears in his eyes.
"Mary´s had a child."
"He´s wonderful, so precious. Stay
and behold him for a while."
"He will grow to be a good man,
clever, wise and mild."
"He´ll teach the world about love and
to have faith in all mankind."
Joseph smiled as his head did nod
and this he also said,
"This child is someone special,
for he was sent to us from God."
Poetry by Suzan
Another wasted dayI was your Girlfriend and lover,Another wasted day10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your fiancèe, your wife,
your best friend, your partner
and the mother of your child.
The one who cooked your dinner
when you came home from work,
kept your home and clothes clean
and always liked to talk.
I showed great understanding,
I think I knew you blind,
loving and respectful,
Yeah these words come to mind.
I was so proud to know you,
be part of your exciting life,
your friends became my friends
I was so happy being your wife.
I then became the worrier,
your carer, your nurse
turned to God almighty
prayed to end this curse.
I agonise at losing you,
it´s really hard to bear
and what my future has in store,
I somehow just don´t care.
I sit now in the quietness
of another wasted day
I wonder really who I am,
Cos,I´ve lost Me along the way.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach 2nd June 2014
I amI am an old autumn tree losing my last beautiful golden leafI am6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a tiny baby bird who fell out of the nest before I could fly.
I am a desert parched and dry, waiting for the first drop of rain,
the tiny cloud slowly dwindling away before your very eyes in the powerful sun.
I am the lonely cry of an eagle as it sails across the sky.
I am a vast ice tundra cracking and breaking
crashing icebergs into the sea that float away and dissolve.
I am the last moonbeam on the edge of the ocean
silently fading into dark
I am..... missing you.
Written by Suzanne Karbach September 2014
AnchorAn anchor had five minutes in which to reorient themselves. One.Anchor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared at the heavy steel loop around my thumb. My world was a sand castle, constructed by the subconscious in a vain hope that it would stand up on such a treacherous foundation. The ring was an unfamiliar weight and the foundation of my castle started to crumble. I did not remember it. The tide was ebbing in around my mind, whispering that my carefully imagined world was wrong. That it was lies. That the 'when' and the 'where' were pure fancy. I stirred in the nest of wires that poured information through my brain. There was a man with me, his bare back against mine. He, too, was lost.
An anchor's duty was to the pilot and the pilot alone. Not to their employer, not the guild, not even to themselves. Two.
There was an image engraved on the ring, a nautical anchor from the days when man sa