The Serpent's CurseThe Serpent's Curse3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Longfellow was a pirate who sailed the seven seas terrorizing all who
crossed his path. He was known a the serpent pirate because his jolly
roger was a blood red flag with a skeleton bring crushed by a great
sea serpent. However what no one knew about him was that he was a
Longfellow was born his farther ,who was also a sea fairing man, had
done something so terrible that no could speak of what it was
fearing that they would be cursed as well. Anyway Longfellow's father
had committed such a terrible crime that a witch cursed him saying
that if his wife was ever to give birth to a son on open water the
that boy would never be able to set foot on land. Also every night
when the moon was no longer in the sky he would turn into a sea
serpent and devour a hundred souls before the sunrise. the
consequence for breaking either of these rules was death. The only
way to break the curse was if a woman willingly gave him h
EmoI beg for the end of lifeEmo8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet it does not come
I hate that I have no strife
This alone I must overcome
How hard I do try
To depart from the pack
Little is it known to I
This alone holds me back
I feel so much 'pain'
Yet I know I shouldn't
About my life I can't complain
And if I could I wouldn't
I sit alone each night
Until the mornings arrive
Imagining some fake plight
Which I must survive
My poetry to me seems strong
I put emotions into it
Fearing that it won't be long
Before someone realizes I'm full of shit<b>
Emo PoemsEmo Poems6 years ago in Other More Like This
Many things I regret
I want to take them back
But it's too late
I can never take them back
They've already hurt me so much
What can I do now?
Inside this HELL --
Light fades away
Darkness takes over
My control is gone
I can't be free
Alone and trapped inside this hell
Why won't you save me?
Because it's too late
Lost forever in the darkness
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 gift1 year 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
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
Anti-EmoYou live to love.Anti-Emo9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You love to give.
You give your love.
Your love is big.
Your big heart smiles.
Your smile is bright.
Your brightness blinds.
You're blind to spite.
You spit at hate.
You hate to cry.
You cry to love.
Your love is fate.
Your fate is real.
You really try.
You try to love.
To love, you'd die.
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
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops2 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
Slender manSlender man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slender man, oh slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Keeper of night, taker of day.
The Slender man awaits.
His tendrils slip,
His fingers drip,
He takes the life of whom he likes,
And disappears before the light.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Your fear will only feed him,
As he comes for you children,
Stalking, testing, waiting.
The Slender man will come for you,
Just wait and see.
He'll slip into your room tonight.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Oh there he is,
Hiding in the darkness,
Go look and see.
Fall asleep, he won't hurt you.
(Hush that was a lie)
Sleep tight tonight,
Have dreams so bright,
For the Slender man comes,
To end your life.
Majora's Mask:Oath to OrderMajora's Mask: Oath to OrderMajora's Mask:Oath to Order6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Called are all ye gods forth
To the children we guard
Pass unto the children
Our courage and wisdom
Emo?I wear striped socks.Emo?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I listen to Lostprophets.
I sometimes wear a black tie with tiny little sculls on it.
I read books.
I'm not too pretty.
I eat chocolate when I'm depressed.
I sometimes feel as though
The only right thing to do
Is to crawl up inside of me and die
With Tori Amos in the background.
Am I Emo enough for you?
You wear everything striped lately.
You lined up your soul in black and white.
You hate pink.
You say that you hate it when people label you.
Then maybe you should quit labelling yourself?
Maybe you should stop looking down on girls because they wear pink.
Maybe they're being themselves as well.
You don't know if
Ever wanna crawl up in themselves and die.
You don't know them anymore than you know yourself.
Maybe they also cut themselves and hate their life?
Maybe they listen to Lostprophets too.
And by the way;
I know your little secret.
You are not depressed.
The earth doesn't rotate around you.
Your parents _do_ love you.
You _are_ special and unique
Analysis of King Candy [SPOILERS WITHIN!]Analysis of King Candy [SPOILERS WITHIN!]1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
The last place one would expect to find an example of mental illness in the movies is a Disney movie, much less one about video games. But part of what makes the main antagonist of Disney's newest feature, Wreck-It Ralph, so intimidating is the fact he's shown to be quite clearly not all there throughout the film's run time. He's introduced as a seemingly jovial chap who rules a cutesy racing game called Sugar Rush, in which he regularly competes for the prize of a gold coin that allows him to compete in future races. What seems to be cooky personality tics turns into something far more sinister when his rule is challenged by a young girl known to the Sugar Rush racers as "the Glitch", who he has forbidden to race for fear that the game will reset itself and he will be removed as king.
An official diagnosis is never given in the film; he's simply depicted as a vaudevi
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you lose the need for sound.
A flight of words that bear no chirp
are none the less profound.
They don't perch on a pitch.
They don't possess the need .
They fly until you've seen their song,
then silently recede.
No one could find more freedom than
the freedom granted flight.
No one can see more beauty than in
words passed left to right.
OF Teaser : Angels Fell First : Covenant (CH1)OF Teaser : Angels Fell First : Covenant (CH1)1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The red wolf moon—the color of the blood in our veins, only brighter.
That’s what Skelly had told him in his youth when he’d asked about the crescent blade in the sky. He’d said it while tipping his wide-brimmed hat and lifting the boy up into those wiry arms. His breath had been a smoky whisper. “That’s your moon, Zev. You’re mother told me that a long time ago.”
“Why papa?” Skelly preferred Zev to use his given name, but it always felt more natural to him this way. Father...
The old man studied him for a moment, that familiar scowl returning to his already weathered eyes. “Because you’re chosen, boy.”
“Chosen for what...?”
Zev sprints down a shadowed alleyway, hoping the guards haven’t spotted him. His breath catches in his throat and he swallows dryly. Ahead of him, the alleyway dead ends. Oh no. His heart sinks.
He can’t go back the way he
A Captain's LegacyA Captain's Legacy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Captain's Legacy
Shining stared up at the oak door that towered above him. It was a normal door, no different than a typical door one would find inside a house. But given the contents stored away behind it, it had an unusually grand feel to it, and Shining couldn't help but feel dwarfed in its shadow.
The old grandfather clock down the hall let out twelve loud booms.
It was noon. The high sun's rays shone through a nearby window and across Shining's stationary, white frame. It warmed his fur while he kept his blue eyes locked on the door.
His parents always said how the attic held an eclectic assortment of things, from old music records to hardcover books that hadn't been opened since his grandparents lived in the house a decade before.
Shining imagined his deceased grandfather, the stallion with the amputated hoof and a pair of wild, yet kind, eyes. Shining imagined his still-alive grandmother, the sweet mare that would always have a batch of cookies at her house for him and
The Slender ManThe Slender Man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shouldn't be alone at night,
Though I'm eightteen,
A ten foot terror stalks me,
But only in my dreams,
His arms wide as if to hold me,
And suddenly I feel safe,
But I know if i go to him,
What will kill me is his embrace,
A fine tailored suit,
And long fingers spread,
Just the thought of him,
Fills my heart with dread,
I heard the stories when I was a child,
How he had no mercy mild,
I saw the videos on tv,
And when I die i know he will be the last thing I see,
Creeping through the house at night,
He watches as I sleep,
Daring me to wake,
Daring me to scream,
If I embrace him,
My soul will not remain,
If I give into the fear,
I will surely go insane,
He does not love me,
Nor does he care,
His faceless head mocking me,
As I lie in my despair,
A knife in hand I wander,
Into the livingroom for a rest,
And take the knife I lay it to my breast,
And then I see him in the window,
Clear and larger then life,
Then plunging into my heart,
My body made a sheath for my knife,
For suicide in
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4The world felt like it had exploded around her. Suddenly, needles of ice punctured her lungs. The metallic taste of blood tinged her lips and for some reason she was burning alive. In the distance she could hear sirens wailing and terse, anxious voices barking out orders and choppy directions. None of them made any sense and she was being eaten from the inside out with fear. Scootaloo struggled to even remember what had happened that had led to this, but her thoughts were sluggish and she couldn't seem to collect them.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only once the world came to a shuddering halt did she realize that she was in an ambulance. Before she could invest in the thought, she felt herself slip from consciousness and she was plunged into complete darkness. It didn't last long - or it didn't seem to. What felt like seconds later she opened her eyes and tried to sit up with a start. Her entire body was convulsing and trembling, but she could feel her heartbeat raging away within her frail chest.
A strong set of
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2Scootaloo stared down at herself silently. Regret flooded her as thoroughly as the tears that slid down her face. "There was so much I was gonna do I never found my special talent in life and earned my cutie mark I never thought it would end like this. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and I were all going to do it together. This is a nightmare " The thought quieted her. This was a nightmare and that was all that it could be. She rounded on the mare, eyes narrowed. "This is messed up, ya know that?! What gives you the right?! Why?!"Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been countless centuries of the same question. The mare closed her eyes and thought for a moment, wondering how she still never quite had a good answer. After a moment her eyes opened and extended one of her wings as if to beckon the filly near. "I wish I had a better answer, but this isn't a nightmare, Scootaloo. You you fell asleep and the temperature dropped so suddenly. There was nothing anypony could have done " As s
Emo Hearts and Suicidal PoetryOutcasts they tend to call us,Emo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wierd ones,
But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones
With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses
Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight
[batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before]
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Beethoven
And tears at dusk
And singing to the stars
At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in
Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea stretched out before us
"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"
Turn around and say good bye
Gum-wrapper bracelets and crying to the moon
Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes
Sad behind the smiles
And sitting in the corner to escape the staring eyes
But we live for funny looks because they remind us that we are special
Man, we are special.
We aren't the outcasts, for we know how to live.
For we know what to do with ourselves
On a r