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
SkepticDear Diary:Skeptic7 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.
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
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
Blind Bruised are myBlind4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
eyes that squint on with
Cross my heartCross my heartCross my heart7 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
A place of love and peace.where are you now my love?A place of love and peace.3 weeks 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
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?I can t4 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
On reflectionOn looking back into your pastOn reflection4 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
Last nightLast night I dreamt of you,Last night2 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
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien5 years ago in Humor More Like This
This is because the Law of Attraction is multiplied 100x once you look at them
Hobbits state the overly obvious
Chocolate is nonexistent in Middle-Earth.
Arwen stole Glorfindel's horse.
Beer and Tobacco seem to have a beneficial effect on hobbits
Never make fires in questionable caves
Kick a troll, and your foot will break
Elvish accents are low and whispery
Never sleep in a boat if your Dad is a Pyromaniac
Don't give twins the exact same name
Imitating voices can come in handy
Running at your brother with a sword and shouting at him in old-fashioned language will get you a big time-out
Really, really big dogs are very useful
Being good at riddles can save your life
Giant spiders freak out elves big-time
Elrond should have pushed Isildur into the crack of doom
Sauron once got pwned by a girl
If you insult any of Tùrin's female relatives, you will find yourself impaled on a rock at the bottom of a raging river.
Speaking of w
Drowning...2Drowning...23 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
PricelessI don't need any presentPriceless2 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.
To distant friendsA difficult year lies behind me,To distant friends2 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
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
108 Poems On The Process of ForgivingCRADLE ROCKED108 Poems On The Process of Forgiving3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the pond was smashed
by his clenched fist..
it became a cradle rocking
for little fish.
Anger is the ore for lovegold.
Is the painting less beautiful
because it's a forgery of Van Gogh's?
Is sunset lakemirrored less awesome
because not originally lake glows
Does the moon deny in the night
that unstolen is her light?
THE RIVER TARRIES NOT
The river tarries not
over the stones of karma.
To seaward joyfully running
is her destiny's dharma
TECUMSEH MUSEUM ON A HIGH HILL
A Tecumseh museum .. on a high
hill.. full of axes, scalps
Someone enters and
walks around opening all
light pours in
One is then
aware.. only of the
And from the high hill
distance one sees puffs
from many chimneys.. all
smoking the pipes of peace.
(Native Americans had much
more to forgive than colonists,
in writers's humble opinion)
CONNECT THE DOTS
When I asked my father not to fish
I did not connect to the meat on my plate.
When I saw the film
Picnicking BluesI took my baby for a picnic, we went out in the snow.Picnicking Blues1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yes, I took her for a picnic, we went out in the snow.
She said, "Slim, it's kind of cold here" - but where else could we go?
I played guitar for my baby and my fingers got numb.
When I played guitar for my baby, my fingers got numb.
She said, "You better put your gloves on - but I like the way you strum."
I poured some wine for my baby, it was a red from oh-three.
I poured a fine wine for my baby, it was a red from oh-three.
She said, "I think a red should be warmer, but it's all right with me."
I lit a fire for my baby, I turned a tree into a torch.
Well, I lit a fire for my baby, I turned a tree into a torch.
She said, "Slim, I like the heat but our blanket will scorch."
Then it snowed for five minutes, six or eight inches fell.
Oh, it snowed for five minutes, six or eight inches fell.
My baby looked like a snowman and I looked like one myself.
My baby led me back indoors and being warm was nice.
She led me back indoors and being
Link and Zelda LoveFlashbackLink and Zelda LoveFlashback7 years ago in General More Like This
???: "Link, Link, wake up Link..."
Link: "Huh... What..."
???: "WAKE UP!!!!" Malon yelled. "ZELDA WAS TOOKEN BY ONI!!!"
Malon: "IT IS TRUE!! HE TOOK HER AFTER YOU WENT TO SLEEP!"
Link: "No, where did he take her?"
Malon: "His castle!"
Link: "Ok, I'm going there!"
As Link rode towards Oni's Castle, he remembered the night he and Pricess Zelda had spent together.
Zelda was not to go anywhere that night, but she went to Link's cabbin.
Zelda tied her bedsheets together to form a rope ladder to get down the castle wall. She waited for the gaurds to go to the other side of the castle walls before jumpping down the ladder to the castle garden. When she was in the garden, she had to jump into the bushes to dodge a few gaurds.
small talk1. dress appropriatelysmall talk1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we adorn ourselves with
"velvet" and "silk" (polyester).
try to catch the eyes of onlookers
as we stand, stranded at our
street corner islands,
pulling up our skirts—
unsure if we are
bringing evil in, or
letting it out.
2. make it natural
forget that it isn’t.
put on a show and let those lies
slip from your lips in bated breath
and your lungs heaving in the chest.
3. be prepared
I don’t leave the house
without my pocket knife,
it comes in handy
when you want to be set free
from this sort of lifestyle.
UntiltledUntiltled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing along the fingertips of the world,
We could of had it all...
The violin plays our tune as we dance away our final night together,
Falling tears stain the silk, as the rosy red lips caress his for the final time...
Piece by piece she is taken apart by the melody of life...
Soft tears caress thyn cheeks,
A glimmer of light sparkles within them,
Unknowing truth of the innocent, No more,
The bitter pain of memory dances in shadows,
The emptiness numbs the hardening soul of death,
Leaping to kiss the stars,
Gently pushing me away with their grace,
All of Heaven wishes to allude thy eyes,
Nothing is good enough but a pure soul filled with sand,
Darkness is forbidden in every precious word,
Reality never real...
_Eclipse_Artemis strode down the marble hall, sandals flapping on the cool stone tiles. Her robes swirled around her feet, catching at her ankles. She was fuming. This had gone on for quite long enough._Eclipse_8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Father! she cried, bursting into one of the halls, I want to talk to you!
Zeus groaned from his place on the chaise lounge, resplendent in golden robes. Is this about that silver stag of yours? Because Ive told you, the humans will not stop chasing it until they find something else to chase-
Artemis sighed, rolling her eyes. No, Daddy, its not that. Its Apollo. He keeps gloating that he has more time in the sky than I do. She slouched against one of the nearby columns. And hes right! All I get to do is ride in my moon ch