Dirt Beneath the CobblesDirt Beneath the Cobbles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
London did not make itself an easy city to love; Christina knew that better than most. Keeping her eyes fixed to the cobbles underfoot, she forced herself to ignore the flood of people crowding into the streets, focusing on following the map tucked away in her memory. The 'In-Between' ran across the bridges of London. An area where the nobility could be found, braving the fetid air drifting across from the slums, gawking at the poor, worthless people who fell into the wrong side of London.
Pulling the rim of her hat lower Christina shrugged past the well dressed sightseers, slipping into the maze of narrow alleyways and filthy terraces which made up the slims. Sidestepping beggars; who huddled in doorways with outstretched palms, she gripped onto her collar, hiding behind the discoloured leather as she moved quickly. Here was where the unsavoury were kept out of sight. The laws set by men like Christina's father forbid those 'of less than pleasing appearance' to step onto the far banks
Copper Clouds - Chapter 1Copper Clouds - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cool breeze whipped through her fiery hair as the sun reflected off her brass goggles she wore atop her head. The sunlight warmed her freckled cheeks, making her lips form a smile. Today was the perfect day; the perfect day to test her new invention.
"Hoy! Comrade! Are you in position?" The girl with long, flowing orange hair tied into a ponytail stood at the edge of a cliff and hollered, looking out to the sky and the ocean of clouds beyond with her bright, luminescent green eyes. This young woman of 18 years is known as Victoria Finley, an aspiring inventor who dreams of following in her father's footsteps of taking over the family mechanic business. She glanced around the sky surrounding her, which was scattered with floating masses of land, some chained together and connected by rickety wooden bridges. The larger islands were equipped with massive propellers on the underside to support the weight of the houses built on top.
Victoria looked down and saw Comrade on a lower island
Excerpt of 'Day of the Dragons'Excerpt of 'Day of the Dragons'3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- - An excerpt, taken from the fourth chapter of "The Girl in the Corner...", the 1st Episode in the "Day of the Dragons" serial, 2nd Edition of the Clockhaven Chronicles, by P.S. Chambers. (Copyright © 2012 by Penny Gaff Publishing, LLC)- -
Alone, Stan settled lower in the cockpit seat, assuming his natural role of observer rather than participant. Few of this select assembly were familiar to him. Some he had met with the briefest of introductions, while most were complete strangers. What he did know came from the gossip Missus Voorhees, his sturdy and earthy landlady, regaled him with during meal times.
The military men in their immaculate blue uniforms, gleaming black boots, and chests festooned with shiny bits of metal and colored ribbons, laid siege to a table garrisoned with ranks of bottled liquors. The servants were hard pressed to replace the casualties inflicted by the soldi
And then...Sexy time! No? Okay...And then...Sexy time! No? Okay...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The calm breeze, the smell of freshly cut grass, the blissful chirping of a few birds, and specially, a lack of people, made the park just perfect to be in the morning. At least, for the dark-brown-haired-15-years-old-boy, lazily and comfortably lying down on the grass, it was.
Till a feminine voice came in and disturbed him from his thoughts. More from the lack of them, as he was trying to sleep.
"It's Luca." He said more in automatic way than by response not even bothering to open his eyes. For what? That voice. He knew it too well. Besides, the grass was comfortable as fuck. "Shut up, it's fucking early."
Of course, she didn't like to be treated like that. I mean, for someone with a mansion and servants, of course she didn't like to be treated like she wasn't even important.
And that's why she approached the almost-asleep-but-definitely-slobbering boy and kicked him in the legs. "Get up, you lazy bum!" When the only
Poradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalnyJak napisać romans paranormalnyPoradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalny3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Trafiło się nam żyć w takich czasach, że napisanie poczytnej książki tudzież bloga jest łatwiejsze niż kiedykolwiek— wystarczy być człowiekiem jako tako piśmiennym, mieć Worda i dostęp do internetów. Niestety, ta jakże piękna idea równości wobec tworzenia literatury rozbiła się o kant dupy w momencie, gdy światło dzienne ujrzał Zmierzch. Niejaka Stefa M., gospodyni domowa, matka trojga dzieci, absolutnie nienastawiona na robienie kariery, spisuje swój sen, tworząc na jego kanwie jeden z największych bestsellerów w historii literatury — może być coś bardziej motywującego? Wszak ludzie lecą na takie kopciuszkowe historie.
Jak bardzo Bellissima, Eduardo i Alpaka przemówili do rzesz czytelników można się przekonać przechadzając się po Empiku i zachodząc
APH FF Wizyta u PolskiCzy widzieliście kiedyś konferencję?APH FF Wizyta u Polski5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Nie mówię tu o zwykłych konferencjach, gdzie najważniejsze osoby świata spotykają się, żeby poważnie dyskutować o sprawach w czystej teorii arcyważnych dla przyszłości pozostałych państw.
Nie mówię tu o G8 czy o Parlamencie Europejskim.
Nie mówię tu nawet o normalnych konferencjach w kraju.
Mowa tu o Konferencji Krajów.
Jedna właśnie odbywała się w Niezwykle-Tajnej-Bazie-Na-Nieznanej-Wyspie-Gdzieś-Koło-Ameryki* w wielkim budynku przypominającym bardziej Wersal niż cokolwiek innego. Sala, w której odbywała się owa "konferencja" aż kipiała od barokowych i rokokowych rzeźb, figur, obrazów, wazonów, kwiatów, krzeseł, stołu, służących i czego jeszcze dusza zapragnie. A że miała wymiary pudełka do zapałek 10000
WhoWho5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Two pits of utter darkness.
The only reflected emotions are resentment and bitter sorrow.
'Who is this, that I am starring at?'
You ask yourself,
not recognizing this new figure,
But you know everyone.
Yet as you stare the being in the eyes,
a sudden truth dawns on you:
You know this person.
Their movements, so similar to yours
The same vigilant eyes that you have,
Yet this person is older than you,
their face worn with unseen angers and regrets,
Whereas yours is young and free of earthly worries.
It can't be true,
Yet as you so desperately try to deny,
The truth that is utterly un-deniable,
you know deep inside yourself,
The identity of the person you observe.
It is you.
RedemptionI truly understandRedemption6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I did was wrong
I'm going to prove
That I was good, all along.
I'm happy you're safe
But my conscience, not yet
I'll make this up to the world
I will NOT forget.
Cracked Gear - Chapter I Part 1Cracked Gear - Chapter I Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Usually, a shed's used for storing stuff you usually don't need. Not in this case. Not in this one.
In this wooden shed, there's someone inside And it's not by the dim light that's seen from the numerous tiny windows, or the faint noise that occasionally escapes, that makes this fact perceptible.
It is, in fact, by a bunch of messy dark brown curls that sprints from one side to the other.
A curly mess with no more than 1,40m.
"Why doesn't it shine anymore " Putting aside the oil lamp, the big greenish orbs never leave the lilac colored crystal, resting now on the table "Weird " But, like all the kids, he has a short attention span, so the mineral was quickly dismissed, sat aside the oil lamp, and he started to work on another project.
And, like that, he got entertained. That space was his workshop, the place his parents got him just to leave them alone and away from his inventions.
This time it was a toy, a music box.
So okay, that was a little girly
Beautiful Little FreakshowDancing in a thunderstormBeautiful Little Freakshow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hood draped over your elegant hair
Dampening the wool
Posting a letter on my door
Written in running ink
I see you through the window
You know that I saw you
Running home to cry
Because you feel imperfect
Drown out the fear
Alone in your shadowed chambers
Hiding from the world
Hiding from its people
Hiding from me
Your shaking knees pulled to your chest
Your makeup wet from the tears
Buried under sheets of fear
The rain concealing the outside world
I walk in the thunderstorm
Hood draped over my darkened hair
Dampening the wool
Posting a letter on your door
Written in running ink
I see you through the window
You don't see me
You're still crying
Because you feel imperfect
But I'm cursed with imperfection too
Altair: Eagle's WingsChapter 1Altair: Eagle's Wings7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Masyaf 1184 CE
Altair gave back under Maliks ferocious attacks. He swung his sword in the controlled movements that he and Altair had practiced till they were second nature to them. Until either man could use the sword on reflex. Malik was good, Altair thought as he stepped back, parrying his weapon. So was Altair. Of all the Assassins in Masyaf the two of them were part of a select group that trained from dawn to dusk in the times between missions when al Mualim gave his Assassins rest from their labours. No mission was easy, no matter how many times an Assassin had gone out. Every time was a new experience that tested an Assassins skills at hiding, ferreting information and surviving as well as fighting.
Altairs foot found a stone and twisted. He fell as Malik went in for the killing blow, taking his opportunity now. While in the air, Altairs foot shot out, hooked Maliks ankle and yanked. His sword clattering to the ring sand, Malik
City Of The Night ch. 1City Of The Night ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: The Subway
The sun was beginning to set in Manhattan, and Elisa Maza was racing up the stairs in the old clock tower, determined to let her "special friends" know what she'd found. She was pushing open the door leading onto the terrace just as the last rays of light disappeared on the edge of the horizon. She only had to wait a few moments before the sedentary forms on the ledges began to rumble and shake, lattice works of cracks appearing in the statues. Without warning, the stone crumbled and fell away as the Manhattan Clan woke, roaring their presence. Bronx leapt from his perch to greet Elisa first, panting and wagging his stubby tail happily. At once, the three youngest gargoyles spun around to see who was there.
"Oh, hi Elisa!" Broadway and Lexington said in tandem.
"What's up?" Brooklyn yawned, stretching.
"Hi, guys," she answered with a chuckle, scratching Bronx behind one of his ears, "Have a good rest?"
Winged Darkness- Chapter 6Winged Darkness- Chapter 69 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Winged Darkness- A Thing Such As a Sword
Link delicately held the sword with both his hands, observing it as if he was an archeologist studying an ancient relic. It caught the morning light in its steel net, and reflected it brilliantly off its blade and onto Link's face. He slightly moved his hands, causing it to glimmer slightly and cast moving rays of light on Link's pale skin. Two essences… A sword created from two souls. Of course Link had not even seen such a thing let alone heard of the idea. What was he to do with such a thing? The more Link observed the double edged blade, the more oblivious he found himself to be. He glanced over at his side to find the sheath Zelda had given him, decorated with elaborate designs of wood shavings and engravings onto a rosewood surface. He gently brushed his fingers against it before he had gripped it with one hand and lifted it in front of him. The morning light that came from the blade came to a sudden sto
For the Love of Stella [Audio Edition]For the Love of Stella [Audio Edition]4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FOR THE LOVE OF STELLA: The Audio Edition
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~ Adapted from a fan-fiction by Faith Kelter, based upon characters appearing in the Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji series by Yana Toboso.
~ RATING: T (language, some mild content)
~ RUN TIME: 1hr, 44mins
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ARTWORK by Simply-Psycho
(In order of appearance)
GRELL SUTCLIFF ... Curt Rose
STELLA ... Samantha Ylagan & "Miles Sebastian"
RONALD KNOX ... Vick Valentine
ALAN HUMPHRIES ... Sukisho
ERIC SLINGBY ... Jason Marnocha
QUENTIN HOWSHAM ... Steven C. Phillips
WILLIAM T. SPEARS ... Dylan Spencer
PIERCE ... Erik Copper
KAT ... Pam Larson
LUCI ... Rina Adachi
The Lady of Fire - Short StoryThe Lady of Fire - Short Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Lady of Fire
She was sweating already, trembling, her mouth parched, the anxiety and smell of gasoline making her dizzy. The empty gas cans lay scattered around her on the living room floor, cold metal and red chipped paint. All the lights were off. There was no need; there would be light soon enough. The flame of the lit match rippled with Stacy's every breath, the stem of the match clenched between her pale fingers. She was so small, but Stacy could see her. Feel her. Smell her. She was alive in the flame and in the toxic fumes of the gasoline. Her. The Lady of Fire.
"Do it," the Lady whispered through the flickering flame, her voice an unspeakable melody, "Do it. I'll love you like no one ever has. Like no one ever would. I'll take it all away. The rooms where your father beat you. The pictures of th
Winged Darkness- Chapter 4Winged Darkness- Chapter 49 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Winged Darkness- Castle on the Plain of Clouds
When the sun rose the next morning, it wasn't as bright as Link would have expected. However, he still opened his eyes and saw the morning sky. He was curled tightly in a blanket, but was weakly protected by the cold air that surrounded him. Link's back and hip ached from lying on hard ground, and his head pounded with a migraine. He coughed and slowly sat up, trying to free himself from the knot of blankets that tied him down. At last he had gained freedom of movement and freed himself from the blankets. He rubbed his hand against his forehead, brushing his locks aside. Next to Link was Epona huddled up next to him for warmth. The fire that was built no longer had dancing flames, but only wood white and grey and covered with ashes. After Link has rolled up his blanket and put on his tan cloak again, he was off almo
Winged Darkness- PrologueWinged Darkness- Prologue9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Winged Darkness- Prologue
Foreboding wind howled in the air as it curved around the frigid trees of the tall and dark wood. The leaves gave disturbing whispers as they hung on the branches shaped into crude forms. The wind continued to blow at the top of the trees and it worked its way down to their feet continuously howling. The branches swayed side to side, creaking, as the freezing wind pushed against them. Suddenly, one fell to the ground of dead leaves and was silenced. However, its stillness did not last long when someone laid a foot on top of it, and cracked it under his boot.
A cloaked figure walked in the forest, clutching his robe in the front, closing his chest off, in an attempt to hold the cold at bay. The leaves crunched under his feet, cracking and becoming mangled into odd shapes. His cloak blew backward as a sudden strong gust of wind blew and he looked up to find a small bald spot in t
Winged Darkness- Chapter 2Winged Darkness- Chapter 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Winged Darkness- Tainted
The sun rose with a gentle and light warmth in the cold of the morning. The birds greeted the sun, chirping their songs as they bathed in the dew in the grass. Light clouds cast dim shadows over the meadows, moving gently along the wind. Rays of light shone through the glass, and brushed Link's face as he lay sleeping and his face glistened as if he were an angel. He tightened his eyes for a moment, flinching, and then relaxed his face before slowly opening his eyes. Link saw the ceiling above him and he sat up from his bed, now looking to the wall. He had blinked twice before raising his arms and stretching and yawning. He slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and used his hands to push himself off so he would be standing up. There was a lot of work to do that day.
It had been several days since the festival ended and Link had been working less as of late. Today was the day he had to catch up on his work. Link reali
SeasonsAutumn flaunts its colourSeasons6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As softly fall the leaves.
Time for some to sleep now,
Last buzzing of the bees.
Winter will rush in harshly
With cruelly biting blow.
Let the log fire crackle
'neath squawking of a crow.
Spring brings in new promise
With bursting buds of life.
It is the time for new things,
An end to last year's strife.
Summer sings a sweet song,
Where lovers touch their hands.
Balmy days of sunshine,
Toes curl in golden sands.
Each season has its colour,
To bring a different mood.
Satisfaction of the senses,
That is spiritual food.
LightThe sun gives us lightLight6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Eyes make all things visible
Yet some choose blindness.
The needle in the haystackThe needle in the haystack5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I had always felt that the idea of believing in soul-mates is enchantingly dreamy and romantic on one hand, and fraught with peril and suicidal leaps of faith on the other hand. If you can see what I'm trying to say here, you probably know what this piece is about.
So paradoxical and full of contradictions and 'what ifs' is this particular belief, that I think there are few emotional chasms that are so so frightfully difficult to get out of, once you have fallen in it; than this one ~ the belief in the existence of soul-mates. That someone out there is made for you, and fits you like the glass shoe fits Cinderella.
Be ye humbleA galactic punch made Earth a smoking ruin.Be ye humble6 years ago in Open More Like This
The Dinosaurs gasped their last breath.
In time, a blade of grass appeared and spread.
It witnessed the birth and growth of Mankind.
But when Mankind will have breathed their last,
And the Earth is again barren,
A blade of grass, sword-shaped and valiant survivor,
Will again raise its head
The everlasting floral and indestructible Dinosaur.
Gaze with awe upon a blade of grass
And acknowledge your own frail existence.