GoodbyeYou're so faraway.Goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never breathe or say a thing.
You're a monster.
Torn to shreds without a word.
I'm a ghost.
Lost when you needed me the most.
I don't care.
You've let me down.
You're the cruel one.
Goodbye to you and all you've done.
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
blackBlack is the colour of my life, my mindblack2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black is all colours
absorbing the full spectrum of lives and worlds
thinking about them all
but never telling
never giving back
Selfish to the end.
I am Jack, the darkest of all shadows
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Just Beachy Part 6Just Beachy – A Sequel to ‘Life’s a Beach’Just Beachy Part 61 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A look of shock was on Amy’s dripping wet face as a series of thoughts flooded her mind; “What will happen to me? Maybe just a splash won’t have the same effect as being in the water? But what if it does? What will I turn into, a mermaid like them, or something else? Is there anything I can do to stop it?”
Suddenly, she remembered the syringe Sarah had given her. It was her only hope now, she no longer cared about helping Kristen or Becky, they clearly didn’t want to be saved. But she still had a chance.
She bent over, desperately searching the murky ocean water for the syringe, not caring that several more small waves crashed into her face, getting salt water in her mouth and nose. All that mattered was finding the syringe before she started to change, or forgot that she didn’t want to.
“Hehe,” Kristen giggled at Amy’
Just Beachy Part 3Just Beachy – A Sequel to Life’s a BeachJust Beachy Part 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I feel, strange,” said Kristen, her already red hair turning a brilliant, deep shade of ruby-red, “Like something isn’t right here.”
“Hehe, no, I think everything is perfect,” the golden mermaid giggled, noticing the changes already beginning, “Although, I think it would be better if you took this off,” she said as she moved behind Kristen and began to untie her bikini, revealing her perky C-sized breasts and cute butt.
“Hehe, there we go,” the mermaid said, carelessly tossing the garments to the wall of the cave as she examined Kristen’s now naked body, “Much better.”
“Oh, and let’s not hide that pretty red hair,” the mermaid said, untying her ponytail, causing her ruby hair to cascade down over one shoulder. It seemed to have grown longer, and now would most likely reached halfway down her back, had it not been stopped jus
From an Insecure GirlfriendI'm sorry for the excess of apologiesFrom an Insecure Girlfriend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And for all the thoughts that I've indulged
For dealing with the summer full of insecurities
That I only half-divulged
It's not easy living as an irrational being
That's motivated by her fear
But I could stand the poison I feed myself
If it stayed out of your atmosphere
I'm just a little lost, and a little dazed
At having someone that finds me fit
I've never had something this remarkable before
But I doubt I could have held on to it
And though I continue to learn and grow
To the shadow of the girl you deserve
There's still that something deep within
Controlled by assumptions both grand and absurd
And if I seem afraid of losing you
It's not that I don't believe your words
It's because I don't trust myself to keep you,
As is the way with cowards
But even though I'm a living mess,
A bundle of chaos upon your life,
That doesn't change that as long as I'm yours
You will make me feel alright
I know you say you're nothing amazing
Well, darling, neither am
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
To the boy with bleeding eyesSometimes I wonder if we'll be doomed to gaze into each other's eyes forever, your eerie bleeding-blue violets staring into my own summer sky blue ones. I wonder if your bleeding eyes will ever look into mine with truth and passion and you'll be more than a porcelain boyalive, animated, real.To the boy with bleeding eyes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
These days are gone, but sometimessometimes I remember when we were fifteen-year-olds lying on the rooftops of my grandparents' house [it wasn'twas nevera home] and I showed you every constellation I knew, and for a second your eyes stopped bleeding, started glowingand I thought maybe you'd be whole again, but then you turned away and those budding wings that were starting to sprout from your back faded and cracked and everything was just like before.
I still hope that one day you'll let me hold a crumpled white tissue to your eyes and wipe away at that crimson emotion that pools around your eye-sockets, watch the delicious blood-red bloom over the snowy
Cicero's ListenerThe Dread Father would laugh and dance with him before loyal Cicero would let that sly, honey-worded thief take his Listener away from him.Cicero's Listener2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had honestly liked him at first meeting. Sweet Listener had taken him to Riften, the home of cutthroats and thieves. She had mentioned that the reason behind their visit was a mix of business in pleasure. Listener was the Guildmaster to the thieves, so Cicero understood that she had to talk to Byrnjolf. He ran things while she was gone. Humble, loyal Cicero knew that he was Dark Brotherhood, and not Thieves Guild, so he agreed to leave the two alone to talk Thieves Guild business. Cicero was even agreeable to the fact that Byrnjolf and Listener were friends and had to catch up when it came to their personal lives.
But they weren't lovers.
So Cicero didn't know why it was so necessary for Byrnjolf to silently demand that he be closer to her. At dinner, he sat next to her in Listener's little Honeyside home. Cicero sat across them from, giving sil
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
Christians close-minded? Rly?"Wait. What did you just say?"Christians close-minded? Rly?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I agree with you?"
"No, before that."
"...I'm a Christian?"
"I don't like Christfags."
"You heard me."
"So you're hating on me because I'm a Christian?"
"You people are close-minded hypocrites. So, yes."
"How am I a close-minded hypocrite?"
"You bash gay people. And bash anyone who doesn't believe in your Sky Fairy."
"When have I ever bashed gay people? Or anyone who has a different belief than me?"
"You're a Christian. So you have. End of story."
"...and you call me close-minded."
A Deadric Lover (Chapter 1)God?… What God other than me?A Deadric Lover (Chapter 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wake to darkness and smile miscevoisly as I come to consciousness...
"Good waking, Lover," I hear Hircines growl of a voice in my ear. I notice I'm lying next to him, my head on his chest and my left leg over his clinging to his side. I take my head from his heartbeat and stretch out across the grass... Keeping my leg snug over his. He smiles and locks his gaze with mine and gracefully rolls over me and traps my leg between his own, grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head in an iron grip.
He grins, the few moon beams filtering through the trees reflecting of his razor sharp fangs. I smile back at him letting my lips curve back over my own daggerous teeth and let a light, lustful growl escape my throat unchecked....
He returns my gesture passionately and much louder, rumbling through his cheat and through me in turn. He shifts my hands together so as to clasp my wrists with one hand and brings his other down to trace deadric runes along my colla
Hetalia Kid-Countrynapped Chapter 16Hetalia Kid-Countrynapped Chapter 165 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Name) stared at the man opposite her, staring at his crown.
“You’re a king.” She stated staring at it, the person nodded.
“And you are... (Name)...” (Name) shrugged.
“What am I doing here?”
“I prefer talking in... our language, would you mind?” (Name) didn't say anything. “You know who you are... you knew all along- well from a while ago when you met the others. Am I right?” (Name) didn't say anything.
“We have a lot to talk about...” The King smiled at her.
"Soo" the King started, taking a sip from his weird looking drink. He saw her staring at his drink and smiled "do you want some? Do you know what it is? No? Here, taste it, its good" he said without waiting for a reply, he shoved another cup towards her and smiled again "taste" he repeated.
(Name) took the cup s
How To Build TomorrowStep 1: remove yesterday and today from packageHow To Build Tomorrow8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Step 2: assemble solid dream(s) (see page 3 for details)
Step 3: drill through tough days*
Step 4: pile ideas atop one another
Step 5: wrap dreams tightly, as they are fragile.
*Batteries not included. Satisfaction not guaranteed. No refunds or warranty granted upon purchase. Some models differ, as product contains handmade parts.
As The City BurnsThe world is stuck in autumn.As The City Burns5 years ago in Open More Like This
I can feel myself in a twilight forest, as the branches bow to the wind while trying to court the rain from the clouds. The leaves brush themselves against my neck and my lips, in hopes of the fire that colours their fragile veins sparking something within me. I can feel my head spin as I imagine what they think of the girl beneath them, the girl so desperate for love and affection without binds that she'd kiss the raindrops right before they hit the ground, and hold hands with thorn ridden branches.
I see the rain clouds, hanging low over the dimmed horizon, frowning down at me. I smell the rain on the wind as it races past and around me, spinning me in circles with my arms raised high. I can feel my head spin as I imagine what the clouds must think, as they blush a pale shade of grey with disappointment at the girl who was supposed to be so strong falling, tumbling, crumbling, fumbling, tearing slowly apart.
I can feel the cobbled stone road beneath my b
Grievous: ReflectionLiving, breathing, organic life.Grievous: Reflection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warriors, blood, death sacrifice.
Pain, wounds, tears, and scars.
Love, strength, courage, will.
Swords, guns, fists, and speed.
Practice, battles, victories, triumph.
Close, protect, heal, sense.
Beach, death, shock.
Sadness, denial, depression, heartbroken.
work exchange, aid.
Loyalty, permanent, bomb
Mission, shuttle, martyr.
Taken, separatist, kept alive.
No arms, no legs, no mouth.
Life support, table, robotics.
Lifeless, careless, blunt.
Blood, slaughter, guts.
Body parts, replacements.
Transferred, tampered, tortured.
Wires, drills, parts.
Cold, lifeless, metal.
Proof of GodTo start off, I'd like you to take a moment to consider why it is you don'tProof of God3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
believe our God exists.
You cannot stay in a state of lacking belief in God. After all, my dog doesn't believe in God, either, but she's not an atheist. To state that you simply don't believe is not sufficient. There must be a reason. On a similar note, I don't believe "blind faith" is sufficient either. I don't just "believe" in God, I have reasons for my beliefs. Either you have accepted the idea of God, or you have rejected it.
So what is the cause for your rejection? What is the basis that you found this view on? When put under speculation, is it adequate? Is it flawed? Is it subjective? This first section of my "essay" deals with reasons you might have for rejecting that our God exists, and refuting them.
I believe there is no God because . . .
1. There's no proof.
That statement is subjective. I'm probably going to use this word a lot, so here's a quick definition: subjective means biased or one-s