Angel And Demon A broken girlAngel And Demon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A helpless soul
Bound to an eternity of darkness...
A strong man
An angel from heaven
A lost soul
Searching for whats right...
They were found
By one another
Through the lost hope...
They strive for the same love
The difference between them
It sure isn't normal
The love they have is strong...
A broken girl
Her pieces put together
By a strong man
This odd bond between a demon and angel...
That demon of heaven
The angel of hell
They are together now
Reminiscent of ChildhoodLazy autumn days;Reminiscent of Childhood1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Crimson leaves falling with grace
Down, down forever.
Rainbow sprinkled bread
Like fairy dust on my tongue,
A delicious treat
A humble teddy,
Waiting expectantly for
Me. I’ll come tonight.
Wet Saturday morn,
A field of sludge and grass
Torn by flailing wood
I remember childhood joy,
So fresh, so vivid
If only those days
Of innocent play & smiles
Would return once more
For now, however,
I am content in memoirs;
So, I reminisce.
Time Heals All Scars?Odd...Time passed; scars still linger.Time Heals All Scars?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fantasy.there are moments in the day when you become too aware of all the ordinary obstacles. like a bookshelf squeezed into an awkward space so that you smack your shoulder against the wood every morning as you leave your room; like the trainers strewn across the stretch of hallway so that you trip on your way to the door; like the welcome mat that slips and slides on the patio because it'll rain till noon. life is doing its best to impede you from progressing or getting out and that is the worst thing:fantasy.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you can never get out.
Writers BlockHe stares at the screen, waiting for the inspiration to appear. Part of him chides away that the dishes won't do themselves, and that the incessant rumble of the watching machine has ceased. There's a million and one similar things that need doing around the house, but none of them offer the sublime thrill of having used that flicker of creativity to put pen to paper or in this case fingers to the keyboard.Writers Block2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Utterly self-indulgent" is what the imaginary other self would have proclaimed. But then if he'd wanted to deal with that side of reality, he'd have gotten an office job and would currently be chatting up the new temp hired to cover Sharron's maternity leave. He could picture it now; suave and sophisticated conversation with just a hint of whit to leave her grinning, with the kind of award winning smile that belonged to the post lunch game show hosts that littered tv.
Truth is his imaginary self is utterly right - The chase o
Canon -- character sketchI don't know. I've had time to reflect, but she still sounds strange.Canon -- character sketch1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
We were waiting for Doctor Aestravus to make a show he's typically late on a Thursday morning, and when he does amble in, he's too out of it to make sense. It doesn't bother most people, apart from the cluster of academics who sit on the right side of the room. Whatever.
Brian Keaspirs was bragging about his new horse, and Xavier Linsja was rambling about applying to some guild when Jack Serento cut through the hubbub and announced, "I hear Canon was seen yesterday."
The group inhaled.
"Who's Canon?" I asked.
Keaspirs laughed aloud. Linsja snorted. "You might be new, Mytos," he said, "but you're not completely witless, surely?"
Serento hoisted himself onto a desk. "Canon," he began, "is a mercenary. She doesn't belong to any guilds, and according to the rumours, she's been working solo for about three years."
mistthe wispy girlmist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of steam and smoke
wishes she was not
she presses her palms to the window pane
breath misting the glass
skin leaving a stain,
her fingers are veined with
black, white and grey
writing her name
the people within think of tracks left by rain
the coiling girl
of smoke and steam
wants to be more than
but she cannot escape the vapour and haze
and the wind
takes her away
Those DaysYou know those days where everything makes you want to cry?Those Days1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not necessarily because you're sad...
Those days where every song really has a meaning.
When the lyrics float around the room...
Those days where every single flower growing through the cracks in the sidewalk looks pretty.
So you take care not to step on any...
Those days when time seems to slow;
and everything around you seems to glow...
When one little thing pushes you over the edge.
The tears start to flow...
Until your eyes sting.
Your smiling lips taste like salt as the tears roll down your cheeks...
And everything is beautiful.
Fragile No MoreFragile No More2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ten minutes to breakfast, Arielle darling!" a man's voice called jovially from the kitchen window, his voice mingling with the chirping of bluebirds and the quiet burble of a fountain nearby.
"Okay, Dad," I replied from the yard.
Warm, bright sunlight crept over the hedge and licked at my arms as I strolled through the garden, my slippers sinking into the soft grass. Colossal trees towered above me, their branches laden with heavy golden fruit. Roses the size of cabbages smiled up at me, and the surrounding air was infused with the sweet scent of jasmine, which I inhaled deeply, relishing the moment. Here, amongst the oversized flowers and multi-coloured foliage, was home.
A glint of morning sunlight pierced my vision. I blinked, seeing nothing but an afterimage. Where was that from?
Eyes See!"I see..."Eyes See!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Parents' Manual- Brussels Sprouts (Six Word Story)Avoid little green balls of death.Parents' Manual- Brussels Sprouts (Six Word Story)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Clothing Makes The ManTardy Jacket, I feign my interest.Clothing Makes The Man1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ProfessorThe professor approached, glances, leaves. Avoidance.The Professor1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Amphibious PrinceWhat for a kiss, dear frog?The Amphibious Prince1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Non-RefundableChild; a gift? Warranty not included.Non-Refundable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Star CharmerI once knew a girl who told me she could charm the stars.The Star Charmer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was difficult to believe. There are snake charmers, true, but who could possibly have the power to sway astral bodies? And, by 'charm', what exactly did she mean? Charming people can turn a room with looks and smiles, so it only follows
That any kind of Star Charmer would need to be sweet of face and kind of heart.
When I told her this, she laughed. Not a rippling sound. It was a brazen explosion. She covered her mouth. She choked and gasped.
It emptied me of all doubt.
"You can't be a Star Charmer," I snapped. "What's in the least bit star-like about you?"
The girl pressed her fingers together. She studied me with grey eyes, still watering from her outburst.
"But," she said quietly, "I'm not the star. I can only befriend them."
I rubbed my heel into the ground. "Name one."
OC/FC DifferentiationWhat is an Original Character (O.C)?OC/FC Differentiation1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It is something often asked, but rarely defined in the proper sense. The meaning of the term is often misunderstood or lost in translation, and as such people often get confused as to the true definition of what it means to be an OC. By stating the common character types and explaining them in some meaningful detail, hopefully you will come to understand what it takes to be considered a true OC.
The word "canon" is often used to describe something that is commonplace in the world of a movie, series or novel. Therefore, a "canon character" is one that is used in a movie, series or novel that is popular or has a notable fan base. These characters belong to the producers, directors, artists and authors; people who draw them and claim them as their own character are essentially stealing the design of another person.
In short; characters from movies, TV shows, manga or anime, games, book
My AmbitionsMy Ambitions.My Ambitions2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
People tell me I have talent.
And my attempts at poetry are noble and valiant.
I want my words to leave a mark on this earth.
I write for myself, to give me some sort of worth.
I still think anyone is capable doing I what I do.
Paint the same or an even better image of the one I just drew.
I've been accepted by a few, but rejected by many.
This life is perpetual and the strain is getting heavy.
I write for you, as well as for me.
I write from my heart, to set my mind free.
A man who writes poetry isn't the epitome of masculinity.
I had to disregard the stereotype and over come the humility.
My writing is all I have and it's the one thing I can control.
That's why its not just words your reading, it's a piece of my soul.
I want to be liked and to appeal to everyone.
But I've learnt this ambition can never be truly done.
I write for my family, so they can be proud of their first creation.
Although I don't show it, they will always have my love and appreciation.
I'm hoping a
Breaking NewsBreaking News.Breaking News1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's somebody's mother.
Who was beaten and raped by another
Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.
Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.
Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.
That's somebody's daughter.
Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.
By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.
Super heros do not exist in this reality.
Does that mean this world is not worth saving?
That's somebody's father.
Who was shot by another individual who would rather
Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.
The things humans can do to each other.
No one can deny this world is not filled with ill repute.
That's somebody's son.
Who was a victim of a hit and run
Situation that should never had occurred.
His family are now seeking solace from a church.
But can anyone really say that in the end
We all get what we deserve?
Open Ears: IntroductionOpen Ears: Introduction1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before you can know about Hera, you must learn about her.
Lesson 1: Hera can read people's minds
'But what if I...?'
'Is the answer...?'
'Will they ever...?'
People constantly thought. They couldn't stop sometimes. Hera hated it. The perpetual murmur in her head made her ears ring at the best of times. Over the years she had been able to hear people's thoughts, she had grown accustomed to the normality of it.
Now fifteen, Hera's ears never rung. She had learnt how to block other people out with her own thoughts. But when Hera wanted to listen, she could listen. Today's focus was the teacher. Hera had recently found her Maths teacher pouring over some mysterious labels, and Hera, being innately curious, had the desire to learn what the labels were. The problem was, her Maths teacher was frightfully boring upstairs, and only thought up possible methods for the teaching of the seven times table.
'Sir, I was wondering,' Mel said from