Review of ParanormalcyReview of Paranormalcy4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
By Kiersten White
Evie is not your normal teen, even though she'd like to think of herself that way.
First of all, she lives underground in a massive government complex. She doesn't know anyone her own age. She doesn't go to high school. She works pretty much round the clock. Oh, and did I mention she works with paranormals?
That's right. Vampires, werewolves, fairies, mermaids: they're all real. And Evie can see them all, no matter what type of glamour they try to fool normal humans with. Which makes her pretty valuable to her bosses at the IPCA (International Paranormal Containment Agency). She'd love to live a normal life, or even the kind of life she sees on TV, but she doesn't see that happening anytime soon. And really, as long as she can keep her pink taser, Tasey, she's pretty content.
But when a new type of shape-shifter breaks into the IPCA, her e
Clayeffervescent acrossClay8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the canvas where
Our StoryOur Story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I would do it all again.
I can't begin to explain how Reizo and I ended up together. I can never think of an explanation that captures why Reizo would pick me out of everyone that trailed after him. There were many of them, many that were prettier and stronger, smarter bunnies too. I wasn't special or unique, I wasn't something that sparkled or shined from the group. I was just Kyuu, that's all I'd ever been was myself.
When I first met Reizo I didn't think he was any different than anyone I'd met before. Sure, he was handsome, but that wasn't unheard of. I'd seen plenty of attractive guys around the Brigade. I wasn't interested in that. I didn't care whether or not he was handsome. At that time he was just another target, just another victim. He was just one pretty face out of many that I planned on messing with. And for a while that was all he was, his responses were more interesting than others though. He never got mad or hit me like some people so I found myself more often t
Don't listen to meNote, if you so will, that I am troublesome to you.Don't listen to me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Morning falls on us like shadow;
we don't need it.
Tell me you will stay forever.
(How I need it.)
Note that I am wooden, and
if ever, seldom moved.
One day and more than seven nights
at this place far away
in the woodlands
the cold lands
the lands of love.
Open your eyes and see my mistakes
I beg you, forgive me not.
In sleep, all children of the wind
share something of its beauty,
of its charm.
Just see that I am worse than most,
as good for you as sand.
But through their sleepy eyes
they do not see:
Who comes to love,
will come to harm.
So wake now, I am begging you
for I can't leave you here
(one more defect
if not my worst)
But still, I must, I will endure
this harm to see you stay
another day, another
seven hundred nights with me.
Dunkelheit im HerzenDie Dunkelheit verfolgt mich.Dunkelheit im Herzen4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So suche ich nach dem Licht.
Laufe hin zum Sonnenlicht,
Doch mit einem einz'gen Stich
Durchbohrt die Dunkelheit mein Herz.
Unerträglich wird der Schmerz.
Ich geb' mich meinem Leid hin
bis ich nichts als Trauer bin.
Tränen folgen ihrem Pfad
bis sie fallen auf mein Grab.
Das ist das Ende.
Killer - Part 1: PawnsKiller - Part 1: Pawns1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Austin… is something the matter?”
What was once considered a family was only partially deserving of the title. At least to him.
There sat at the wooden dining table were three members of the Keller family; his mother, one so docile and forgiving that the children themselves knew a line needed to be drawn where she was supposed to take control and demand appropriate behavior. The youngest, Adam, who at the time was fourteen, sat taciturn in his thoughts, swiping his fingers across the plate and painting it with its content. The boy knew not what was happening in the world at the time and merely followed his brother, striving to be like him and constantly struggling to be under his wing in sheer adoration. The eldest by two more years, Austin, leaned back in his chair, reserved from the other two with a smug grimace across his face.
With narrowed eyes and crossed arms, he only stared at his plate, refusing to eat
Shifting : SHD101Shifting : SHD1012 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Powder Chameleon ( or PC for short, ironic considering he's partially computerized ) had been tracking the activity of his shadow tear for a couple weeks now. It wasn't until the final week when assignments were due that the ball of black air began to show signs of what it would become.
Equinox sat on his bed, waiting in on the last days of its presence with him. It bobbed around mindlessly, sometimes bumping into him as it encircled him countless times. He extended a finger out towards the blob to poke it as soon as it made its way around him. Some part of him expected the blob to feel it and pause, but it just closed its eyes and flowed right past his hand like a ghost. He smirked. "Say, when are you going to start transforming? I think the others already have a pretty good clue of what their animal is going to be... But you're still a blob."
It opened its eyes, white orbs blinking open and closed every so often.
"Right, right, take your
Half Pint for DummiesHalf Pint for Dummies:Half Pint for Dummies4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Half Pint's Origins and General Tidbits
Half Pint was built by Stardust and Darkshadow. Their intention was to create a sparkling that would never get any bigger. To permanently stunt Half Pint's growth, they weaved her spark into her frame and placed a mental block on her processor. Half Pint cannot leave her core frame or her spark will wither and die. The mental block is a system of depletion. It picks up on certain words, phrases and events to keep Half Pint naïve. It deletes knowledge of sex. Half Pint knows what a port and an interface cord is, she's also learned of certain words like "rape", "molest", and "pedophile" but she gets a headache whenever someone's description of these words gets too detailed or tries to explain intercourse. The headache will continue until the block on her processor has deleted all memories of the conversation or experience. The level of pain will depend on how much there is to delete. Hijak and Galeforce are
I Like PieI Like Pie.I Like Pie2 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie
And panda bears.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie
And no one cares.
ColoursI took my timeColours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with painting skies all black:
A silent blues kept playing
in my mind.
You stayed behind a haze of purple
messy, foggy, violet shadows
showing nothing but your face
a negative, a silhouette.
A lightning tears the open sky:
A flash of white
and blinding light
A manifesto of the end.
But through the thunder of the fall:
I see the silver lining;
know there is a heaven
left to live for.
I have seen the good in mankind:
I have witnessed your approach
Rainbows blush when facing you.
Wheeljack and the MB'sWheeljack was banned from his lab because of another expirament gone horribly wrong. So instead he was channel flipping through human shows on Teletran1. He then caught a glimpse of n explosion on one of the channels and flipped back to it. He watched as the substance exploded and a huge mushroom cloud formed above it. The show was called 'Mythbusters' and his optics widened as he watched another explosion occur, bigger than the one before it. He smiled under his face plate. He decided he abslutely had to get in touch with these guys! He then quickly searched the internet for their email. He found it, AdamandJamie@yahoo.comWheeljack and the MB's5 years ago in Humor More Like This
He quickly e-mailed them. 'Hello. My name is Wheeljack and I happened to watch your show. I love to expirament and was just wondering if you would like to get together and do one.
After sending it he locked it to where no other auto-bot could see it but himself.
Brighter day liliesThere's a place where all tomorrows hide, the yesterdays are smiling,Brighter day lilies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
covered in their favourite blankets, speaking to that girl you knew
A place where all tomorrows speak in silent, different tongues and every day's a new adventure come now, come and chase the sun
of brighter days
of brighter days
the brighter lights will burn your wings so watch out and beware;
the fire burns in all of us but grows the more you care
That girl you knew so well back then, the man you knew so well back then, the boy who was a man back then compared to you compared to her comparing all the sizes, dressed in black like a magician and the words kept flowing out and while you wandered all around his bedroom, wandered all around his thoughts you never came to realize that he was just like you
and in the end the starlit lilies dying in the summer sun were just another sign of love another sign of silent floating, never sure and never c
Cats and SkunksCats and Skunks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just want you to admit it, mon chere,
J'adore mon petit chat~
I know you love me too, ma chérie~
So why not just tell me like that?
We can stop this usless game of cat and mouse,
I know you would love that, mon petit chat chaton~
We seem to play this game so much,
These days much more often.
Oh, why scamper off like that?
Afraid I'll make a smell?
You don't have to say anything, ma douce~
I know you love me aswell~
So I will not stop chasing you,
Until I get my way~
I will chase you until that time,
When you will love me enough to agree to stay~
He'll go where the night-sky is blueWhen he came home,He'll go where the night-sky is blue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he was covered in sand
and in mud
and in blood -
just a little.
Just where he'd grazed himself:
elbows and knees
on his hands,
on his chin;
wherever, with time,
wounds will heal
he had grazes.
When he came home,
she was waiting;
she was covered in light
he in sheets
and he dreamt her:
a figure of gold
and divine lapis lazuli:
Words she had spoken
or would never
all went through his head in a blur
and he knew her.
When they left home,
it was always for pleasure
to Egypt or Rome
or to Uruk, the great
just to be there and breathe her
the air of another
a totally different
and uncommon world.
The air of a world that was covered in light
and tucked into bed with sheets made of lapis.
When he left home,
it was never with pleasure
the walls of his fortress would urge him to stay
and dream of her golden touch
of the places they'd visit together -
the walls of his fortress seemed eager to keep him
away from the dangers of daytime.
But when he left home
MorgenEin Sonnenstrahl der ins Leben fällt,Morgen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eine Blume am steinigen Pfad
den du gern gehst.
Jack x Bunnymund Switched 3Jack x Bunnymund Switched 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The two guardians had made it to the North Pole to see if North could offer any help, but if they were honest, they weren’t really happy about how the Russian had reacted, but first let’s begin with their journey.
Jack and Aster had argued for about ten minutes on how they were going to go to the north pole, Aster had wanted to go through the tunnels but being in the body of a flying winter guardian meant that Jack would have to do summon the tunnel. Jack didn’t want to do this; he was more used to the cold winter winds, not hopping around underground in tunnels.
After a few more minutes of arguing they finally agreed to go by tunnel “Tap your foot twice to form the burrow” Aster said, leaning against the staff
“I know how to do it bunny! Jeez” Jack muttered, folding his arms and tapping his foot twice, a burrow forming in front of him “You know, I might start liking this” he chuckled as he jumped down, Aster following close behind
Victory in defeatAmid the horror and the bloodshed, weeping,Victory in defeat10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dared to look at my loathed foe.
He smirked and then he promised:
“If you bow down to me,
upon my word, it
ends. Bow to me,
and go home.”
Today I bled and no one sawToday I bled and no one saw 1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today I bled and no one saw
A forest full of trees and I’m the only one that fell.
Dawn came and the day prevailed, and after a while, it retired, shouldering the burden of moonrise and twilight, yet I was still but a figure lying in the dust. Exposed and bare to the tellurian ballet.
I became a home to parasites. Organisms grew proud inside of me, bestirred on top of me, and under me, but I was unable to stand tall as I once was.
My sentience was still intact. And my days were slow and empty; I became a ghost of change. My life wasn’t over, yet I was forced to suffer it. Not for me, but for the hangers-on. They strived but for me. My purpose was for them. I wished I could change it, but I was unable.
I became complacent, willing to accept the sycophant function I had affected, and my soul took roots in my new role. Although it was only a semblance of what I once was, my being was once again towering over the things that crawled along the ground beside me. I was lifted up
Jack x Bunnymund Switched 1Jack x Bunnymund Switched 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Are all rabbits this boring?” Jack complained, poking the oversized fluff ball with his staff as he layed in his nest, eyes shut.
“Get off me ya little frosty bugger” was Aster’s reply, rolling onto his side facing away from the guardian. He had invited Jack to stay after they defeated Pitch, and in return he agreed to help –although not always- to paint eggs near Easter.
Jack poked him again and said “I thought kangaroos have lots of energy” he said, leaning against his staff
“I’m a bunny Frost, you know that” Aster murmured, keeping his eyes shut.
Jack rolled his eyes and said “Fine, I’ll entertain myself” he said simply, walking out of the series of burrows and looking around the beautiful scenery that Aster lived in. He knew he would get the bunny up, but he just didn’t know how. He wandered around bored, freezing random things as he did, almost like he was leaving a trail.
Still realising th
.i hear those sailors.8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lost at sea, those white winged souls
floating in the blue
Dear Wartime WidowDear Wartime Widow;Dear Wartime Widow4 years ago in Letters More Like This
You don't know me. Well, you do; I was your neighbour, we lived beside each other for two years and I watched your huskies while you were on duty in Afghanistan. I spoke with your husband daily and gave treats through the fence and cried a little when I woke up one morning and saw your eldest dog had passed away, the others huddled close to it as if to keep him warm. Your husband, he had the same name as my daughter and we chuckled whenever this not-so-strange occurrence came up in conversation and his hair was red like fire.
I used to watch him, a Goliath of a man, digging the garden in your backyard, rebuilding the fence line, laying down boards just underneath the surface of the earth to keep the dogs from digging in to our yard. I helped at midnight when somebody thought it was funny to launch fireworks in to your backyard at the dogs, I'd give you clippings of my climbing vines so you could plant them on your side of the fence and we could have a matching scree
Oh Smoke...When I first saw you,Oh Smoke...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was afraid to meet you.
When I first met you,
I was afraid to hold you.
When I first held you,
I was afraid to kiss you.
When I first kissed you,
I was afraid to love you.
And now that I love you,
I am afraid to lose you