The Meleee ChroniclesIn the BeginningThe Meleee Chronicles4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written by ry-spirit
It was an odd morning for Ry, he woke up and flashes of imagery started pouring into this mind. Imagery of people dying, people crying for help and even dragons attacking a village. Ry couldn't get those imagery out of his head, could it be real? "Nah I probably just drank too much last night haha." He thought to himself. Ry turned the radio on while he made himself a bowl of cereal, the bowl dropped to the ground and milk spilled everywhere when he heard that a dragon is attacking a village near his home. Somehow Ry has acquired an ability to telepathically sense what is going on around the world! Ry did not know how he acquired the power but he had no time to waste, he remembered a famous quote he heard from a cheesy movie 'With great power comes great responsibilities'. He took a deep breathe and decided to do something about it, his ability to sense danger alone was not enough to fight evil, and so he searched for people like him, people
Love and Shoes -DW Fanfic 10_RLove and Shoes -DW Fanfic 10_R4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Two pairs of shoes walked alongside each other: a pair of white trainers and a pair of pink high heels. One made a soft padding against the concrete, the other, a rather loud tapping, both in contrast with the other.
The shoes represented their owners, respectively.
The trainers resembled a man, comfortable with his appearance, fashionable, yet older than he looked.
Likewise the bright pink shoes resembled a woman, not afraid to look pretty, innocent, yet bound to have a good time wherever she went.
And so the shoes walked together, side by side, so different, yet so very alike.
Ai Info SheetAi Info Sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Yumehana Ai (夢花愛)
Birthday: June 9, 1996
Place of Origin: Tokyo, Japan
Height: 157.7 cm (5'2'')
Weight: 49 kg (108 lbs)
Eyes: Black, or super dark gray, with streaks of lighter gray around the pupil and flecks of it in the iris itself
Hair: Black, with red dyed chunks
Blood Type: O+
Meister Type: Dragoon
Appearance: Ai has the appearance of most Japanese girls her age. She is petite and lightweight, slender and not strong, physically speaking. Her hair has dyed red streaks as a rebellion to her strict father. Her clothing is typically anything she can get away with wearing, in the brightest colours possible, again as a rebellion at her father, but also as an homage to her free spirited mother. Plus in battle, she likes to draw attention to herself to buy her friends more time to do the
Beauty + the Beast, Pt II Ep 2Beauty + the Beast, Pt II Ep 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
EXT. THE CLIFF OUTSIDE THE CASTLE
Just before Gaston falls down the cliff, Lisette, having been delayed by the storm which broke during the fight, finally approaches the castle hoping her plans have born fruit. She arrives at the cliff side opposite the castle just in time to see Gaston stab the Beast and fall. She levitates herself in order to get a better view.
Hmmm. A pity. I found him....entertaining.
She sees Belle haul up the wounded Beast.
Not quite what I had in mind, but I suppose it will do.
She sees the light begin to rain on the Beast and Belle.
She sees the Beast begin to transform.
She sees the Beast transform completely.
She sees Belle and the Prince kiss.
The spell breaks completely and she is caught in the magical shock wave.
She is flipped head over heels and lands face down about ten yards behind where she had been levitating.
if Zelda CD-i were a novelif Zelda CD-i were a novel5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gee," Link exclaimed, stretching out his arms and letting out a great yawn, "it sure is boring around here..."
King Harkinian was standing across the room from the elven boy. He was tipping a large, stout, purple goblet back as he drank a hard rum.
"My boy," the King began, lowering the chalice from his orange-bearded face and twirling a pointed finger into the air philosophically, "this peace is what all true warriors strive for."
Link shrugged casually and rolled his eyes, "I just wonder what Ganon is up to."
Many a year had indeed passed since the last slaying of the dark wizard known as Ganon. Hyrule had seemed to be at peace now, and that's all that had really mattered... for most people, that is. Link, however, lived for the adventure. He had, after all, been destined to be Hyrule's savior. By now, his insatiable hunger for a battle was all that overcame him.
A small red dot appeared to zoom across the cloud-dott
Running Out of TimeRunning Out of Time4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2:27 in the morning.
And I was screwed.
"Crap, why did I ever agree to do this?" I moaned, glaring at the sheet music for the 36th time today. The little music notes danced around in front of my eyes, the senseless tune replaying over and over in my brain.
Why do I always think I can do everything? Hubris, or deadly pride, is a dangerous fatal flaw, and I often find myself biting off more then I can chew.
But now, I find myself in the deepest trouble I've ever been in; I had gotten into a fight with the band's lead guitarist, Tony, on one of the lyrics of our latest Christmas songs. Two wrecked drum sets, one smashed bass and a broken toe later, he had challenged me to re-write the lyrics myself; out of fury, I had quickly agreed.
But now, I wasn't so sure if I could do it.
I tapped my pencil against my temple, racking my brain for inspiration. Glancing around the house, I reprimanded myself for forgetting to decorate for the holiday season again. Though, in my def
CLOSED!!!!CLOSED!!!!3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Writers and Poets“Why are you a poet?”Writers and Poets2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m not a poet.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
“A word-rhymer, a heart-breaker, a word master. I could go on for a very long time, you know?”
“Oh, I know.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because I’m not a writer.”
“Then what are you?”
“I am a word slinger, a heart’s reflection, a person maker, a story teller. I can go on you, know?”
“Indeed, you are not a writer.”
“Nor are you a poet.”
“We’re much more than that.”
“We’re the guides to our worlds.”
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
Hannibal didnt invite me to dinner
Im not Divergent
Dwarfs didnt show up for an unexpected journey
I didn't get trapped in Storybrooke
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exciting to happen in my life
Hope to see you soon
Katy Perry PoemKaty Perry Poem3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are always Waking Up In Vegas
Even though we are Hot N Cold
I may have Kissed A Girl
But I am still your Teenage Dream
I am always Thinking Of You
Undying Devotion Chapter 2: StormUndying Devotion Chapter 2: Storm3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Storm
Liara shielded her eyes against the bright rays of the sun. She had woken up only five minutes ago, though how long she'd actually been asleep was beyond her. Much to her relief, the Grand Line was calm and quiet; there wasn't a rain cloud in sight. She stretched her arms upwards and let out a long yawn before reaching forward and grabbing one of the several aged books that were scattered on the deck of her small boat. She hastily flipped it open, her eyes scanning each page with ease. The book was a well-known explorer's journal, which had been written while on a journey to find Fantasia Island.
However, no directions were inside, nor any hints on how to find the fabled island. Feeling slightly frustrated, Liara snapped the book shut and set it down before settling her back against the railing, her head tilted backwards.
Last night, after she was certain her parents had fallen asleep, Liara had wasted no time in throwing everything she needed into a giant car
A GirlBrown hairA Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl you don,t know
Who has so much
and yet so little
Life as been bad
and great at time
a sister and two brother
along with a large family
that her loves her
a smile that everyone loves
Just who is this Girl?
SilenceI am the wind raging on the sun-scorched desertSilence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which sweeps the sand and suffocated those who can not find the way
I'm a sand storm, which destroys the lives
Then silence, total stagnation
I'm the blood that flows from your open body
Rub your dead skin with red spots
I feel your cold and your slipping being
Then silence, total stagnation
I am a wolf howling in the wilderness
who recently lost his entire herd
Until the day will pass finds him shot by fools
Then silence, total stagnation
WriterIt's my drugWriter3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The one that drives me away
From it all
It's like a shoot
Draws me to an addiction
Writing is my addiction
It pulls me away
And it feels good
Writing is my addiction
Then She SankA sea of chaos rambled across the top deck as many searched for their only casket of survival . Screams and wails of loved ones departing echoed through the air. Women and children sobbed in agony of leaving their men to die in the frozen black hell below them. Naive thoughts of hope coursed through their hearts of promises to meet again as fingers slowly slipped from each other, never to meet again. Gun shots boomed into the air, causing rays of panic and mayhem as blood spilt. Death had it's cruel hands cascading the souls of every man and woman on this cold April morning.Then She Sank3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Snaps raced along the deck, clinging to Barry's strong but quaking hand. Her legs kept tripping in pure panic and fear, but she didn't let go of his hand. She would never let go. Not if she could help it. He was going to get them home, home back to England. Back to where there was no chaos, no pain, just one happy life. The screeching voices of dying people tore into Snaps heart, she was supp
BruciandoBruciandoBruciando3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
risalgo la china,
scuotendomi di dosso
di chi di me
ha fatto brandelli
di passione di vita,
accogliendo il coraggio
di chi di me
ha fatto nuova stella
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
SacrificeThe old temple of ancient god Set was in almost complete ruin. Once the god resided here with his maidens and priestesses but now only the desert wind was playing with the walls and making the strange, cry-like sounds. On the ruined and cracked floor, on one of the broken columns was seating young red-haired man in white robes and black leather trousers with a lot of chains. He had this malicious smile on face that was the sign he had something...well, malicious on his mind. On the ground was kneeling young woman; she was crying.Sacrifice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Say my name" the man said it with amusement in his voice.
The woman stopped crying for a second and looked with fear in her eyes on the red-haired man. The man didn't expect her to co-operate that soon; he leaned in his seat and crossed his arms.
"So you are the sacrificial lamb" he laughed. "I will never understand these peasants. I won't stop killing them, even if they bring me all their beautiful women they have. Village after village, town after town...I
The Gift Part IShe looked into his eyes. True, this was look full of cynicism, however, had something strangely gentle, what the casual observer probably would have taken for sensitivity.The Gift Part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the only word she spoke, but in her mouth had the strength of sword and fire. Rah'nam lowered his eyes.
They were sitting in a crowded tavern, one of many in the big - and as the story goes, and what is rather untrue - a wonderful city of Hak'Samath. True, it was not a lot of drow as city was located on the surface and was open to all, but Szahitra not specifically stood out among the guests. Her obsidian black skin glistened slightly in the dark and light brown travel clothes made drowess almost average in the crowd. However, Szahitra wasn't the average person. She was messenger of powerful individual, who never allow anyone to see her in the dirty tavern, such as this.
Drowess slowly, with lazy movement, brushed, her white as snow, hair from face.
"It's not about pay, Medi" she said with modulated ton
Oh DrowBecause of lack of volunteers, I grabbed a few drow and put them in the front of the dragon with huge fire power. And because drow are exlusive RPG characters with the level of 20000000 (yea, they actually have TOGETHER one point of experience but who really cares?) they are plotting how to fight dragon without to much pain.Oh Drow3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
PART ONE. WE SEE THE DRAGON. LET'S RUN.
Quarrice: I suppose to shut myself up but do you see what I see? Right now? Before our shameless experienced faces?
Falang: This is dragon. Bigger than our ego. Do you think Ramsay is so cruel and order us to fight him? If yes, I am not Falang and I am running. Do you see? Running. I am drow but I am running. Hey, is someone listen to me?
Hilli: Ramsay, dear, can you give us somebody to help? Maybe we are powerful in our minds and in your glorious stories about us but you have put us here without weapons, without any defence items and even without spells!
Ramsay: If we are talking about spells! YEAH! I will give you somebody