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Nagariya. Part 1.Piramidal spaceship entered the atmosphere of an unknown planet. Heredan bowl warmed to a temperature of several thousands of Celsius degrees. Deck lightly shaken.Nagariya. Part 1.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Reading from the outer shell" asked a tall man with the crooked nose, dressed in a black fleet uniform.
"6700 radians and rising" said one of the science officers.
Captain Nagariya Hathor San Akah Geb Ra narrowed his blue eyes. An hour earlier they found themselves on a new planet. The readings indicated that it hosts life similar to nagariyan, although at a much lower stage of development. Ra sent the chief science officer Anubis in a small scout ship, to investigate the desig
The ProphecyDark-haired man stood before the fountain and hissed from overhelming cold; it would be strange that water didn't freeze if man didn't know that it's magical water, made by Uhur-Khan in the beginnings of their world. In this fountain the man could see everything that was happening in Karmala and beyond.The Prophecy1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Speak, old woman." his voice was threatening but the man remained calm and in his demeanor was something reminding calm before the storm.
"The elves will raise their heads again...this time forever." the old, dusted voice of a woman who has seen too many winters. Her face was wreckled and scarred but her eyes lit lively in the old face.
Th
This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debrisThis isn't the world9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving a shapeless mass of mutilated memories
Pushing dreams into the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds
It is not a world I want to remember
Crying children on the streets, among garbages
Violence and screams, all so beautiful
My eyes see views and places that once
though not perfect, were alive, were almost normal
This is not the world I want to remember
Somewhere where they do not look back, they are monsters
Who wish to come into the world among the pain and silence
These voices, however, do not let them leave the abyss
But their eyes can see the empty buildings
This is no
InnocenceKeeral, following the text in the large book, stretched the hand and took the small glass of water from the table. He was already tired but too excited to stop reading. The history of Karmala was thrilling fairytale, morbid in some places, but also it was touching the depths of his elven heart.Innocence1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was reading the old scripts written by elves in the early times, called the Era of Youth. They were so innocent! Now it would be punished, to laugh like them in public; they were slaves without rights and that he, Keeral, had a place in the castle, was true mastership of his mentor.
As if called, Raithea appeared in the library. He held two huge t
Ketilridr i pseudorycerzeJako że upał był jak na tę porę niemiłosierny, przewiesiłam kubrak przez ramię i przystanęłam na chwilę jeno, by pot otrzeć z czoła. Jak na ironię rzepa męczącego okoliczna wioskę gdzieś wywiało, więc zdziwiłoby mnie, gdybym poszła dziś spać bogatsza choć odrobinę.Ketilridr i pseudorycerze1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Góry Święte, jak ich nazwa wskazywała, święte były, tak więc nikt się w nie bez ważkiego powodu nie zapuszczał. Mogłabym więc skłamać wieśniakom, że rzep nieżywy l
SilenceI am the wind raging on the sun-scorched desertSilence10 months 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
FireSomewhere, in the world destroyed many eons agoFire9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A legend of a beautiful woman exists
Which had hair as red as the carrot
And the eyes as yellow as the bright sunlight
She didn't have power in hands
But she has always been able to create adventure from danger
In her agile stilts she plaited songs and dreams
And with her sword she cut throats of her enemies
She first sailed into the distance
She first saw the beauty and the atrocity of the unknown
She was first pirate woman on these waters
And her legend is radiating it's own brilliance as diamond
For her strong gales and storms were not terrible
She led her longboats to the victor
The Sun, HeliosThe Sun brings warmth and light to the land.The Sun, Helios1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Sun is a Protector of all things good.
Helios...his fur the color of fire.
His heart as bright as the glowing orb above us.
He who protects the ones he loves...
My lord, my Brother...when all other light failed you were there..
Helios my Brother, you who are wise and bright, may your wings take you far.
May your power continue to protect the ones you love.
I will continue to look towards the night sky waiting for you to Rise with the howling of a coyote.
Awkward InviteI thinkAwkward Invite2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that maybe...
I don't know.
Perhaps..
That we could
maybe go
out one evening..
If you're not busy.
I'd love to take you
to the movies
and also out to eat.
We could, maybe, take a walk
if you'd like,
or even to the beach.
I wish that you'd..
try and see.
I want to see you smile more
and I want
to be the one who does it.
I want to be the one for you.
That special person in your life,
the person that could fit
in your heart..
if only you'll go out with me.
UntitledLaying on our backsUntitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking at the stars
Laying on the grass
Looking at the trees
Laying in silence
Listening to the sounds
Laying in darkness
Looking at the lights
Laying, just laying
RejectionI have this hollow feeling in me chestRejection3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm being rejected again and again
I try my very best
To prove I'm the one
For 4 years I was alone
I want to be loved again
No matter what people say around me
I will keep trying
As long as I can believe I can do it
I can't let rejection hurt
I must find someone else
What must I do to feel loved?
Am I really that bad?
Rejection can be powerful
All you have to do is believe
Don't let someone end you there
Be free...
Heaven On Earth In My EyesHeaven On Earth In My EyesHeaven On Earth In My Eyes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The way your hair moves
It makes me melt
The way your eyes see inside mine
Makes me feel real
The way you speak
Makes me listen to you
My heart surrenders to you
My heart feels honored
That someone has notice me
I was living in a world
Of False up and lies
The way you grab my hand
Makes me disappear from this world
I never want you to leave my side
I'm your love
I'm your Heaven On Earth
It shows in my eyes...
Free FallHovering in dreams. Bound Earthlings, little things.Free Fall1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hovering in Space. Earthlings leaving a giant trace.
Earth spins, gravity wins.
Earth stops, we all drop.
Does magnetic pull make us all fools, or is it a force to be mastered?
As we float in space trying to make sense of our realities,
we get closer to a unity in this duality.
AliceAlice2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Survivre. Elle ne pense plus qu'à ce simple mot. Les voies s'offrent à elle comme d'innombrables choix. Mais l'enfant n'a pas le choix. Elle tourne à droite.
Un passant se serait sans doute demandé pourquoi cette fillette court à perdre haleine alors que le soleil n'est pas encore levé.
Elle n'ose même pas jeter un coup d'oeil derrière elle, de peur de voir ses poursuivants trop proches.
Son nom est Alice, elle a 8 ans et sa vie ne tient qu'à un fil.
La milice traque les enfants orphelins pour les envoyer dans des Centres où la vie est pire que la mort.
Bien loin du pays des merveilles.
L'enfant trébuche sur un pavé, reprend son équilibre et
Everquest to Absolution PrologEverquest to Absolution Prolog2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue
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Valoran, A Peaceful area within the Runeterra, Complete with a beautiful forest and
pristine lakes. A blue sea covers the Bilgewaters. Although the war between Ionia
and Nexus is still brewing heavily within Valoran, Valoran is still peacefull.
A small group of League champions, Namely Garen, Ezreal, Master Yi and Kaoru,
are on their track back to the Demacia after they finishes their task.
Their task was too observe the Voodoo lands, A land filled with outcast from Noxus.
Jarvan IV, the crown prince and soon to be the King of Demacia,
Ordered them to observe the Voodoo lands,
Because words haved says the Gray
Boscy Sludzy: PieknaWidziałem ją jakby przez mgłę, ubraną w białą jedwabną suknię, patrzącą na mnie z miłością niby anioł. Tańczyliśmy razem pośrodku wielkiej hali, a naszą muzyką był rytm naszych serc i podmuchy wiatru. Patrzyłem na nią i wiedziałem, że to ona, mimo iż wyglądał inaczej, niż ją zapamiętałem. Bardziej dojrzała, a przez to piękniejsza i bardziej uwodzicielska, niż mogłem sobie wyobrazić. W jej oczach dostrzegłem, że ja też się zmieniłem. MiaBoscy Sludzy: Piekna3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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My DemonThere is a demon living in my wrist.My Demon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is trapped within walls of flesh,
Longing to break free of the veins that bind him.
He is ever plotting to find his way out,
To tear through my flesh to freedom.
The demon in my wrist has allies in my brain.
They spread false signals through my nervous system,
Locking up and silencing the voices in my head
That scream at my limbs to stop,
To stop this madness.
My other hand has fallen to the will of the darkness.
It thoughtlessly obeys commands I never meant to give.
It grips the sliver of a razorblade between shaking fingers
And starts to chip away at the demon's prison walls.
A gaping cr
Rien.J'ai envie d'écrire ce soir. Sur qui ? A propos de quoi ? Je n'en ai aucune idée. J'ai juste envie de sentir les mots couler sur le papier, de les voir prendre forme, de les voir vivre, de sentir à travers eux mes pensées les plus intimes, de les voir refléter mes désirs... J'ai envie que mes lecteurs ressentent ce que je ressens, qu'ils apprécient ce que j'apprécie, qu'ils voient à travers mes mots.Rien.3 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Je crois que tu m'inspires, d'une façon tellement étrange que mes phrases en deviennent incohérentes, que mes mots se troublent comme mon esprit se perd dans la confusion. Les lignes ne
Ghost of YouOpened my eyes. Seen the true horror there, just beside my lifeless body. Death is there, no life in this room, not anymore. I still can not believe that you are responsible for this. I can not look at this any longer. I close my eyes. Just wanting to forget all of this. Then your smell. I can feel that, what a relief. I open my eyes again, and there was you, just you. Smiling as always. Hoping that this memory won't ever leaves me. Then your hand touches my face, my eyes. Closing them, just like a mother who does that when she wants to protect her child from a horrible scene. Then your smell vanishes.Ghost of You4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My eyes opens, and faces the gates of h
TDC: Inferno Canto VIIICanto VIIITDC: Inferno Canto VIII4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
1 I SAY, continuing, that long before
2 We to the foot of that high tower had come,
3 Our eyes went upward to the summit of it,
4 By reason of two flamelets we saw placed there,
5 And from afar another answer them,
6 So far, that hardly could the eye attain it.
7 And, to the sea of all discernment turned,
8 I said: What sayeth this, and what respondeth
9 That other fire ? and who are they that made it?
10 And he to me: Across the turbid waves
11 What is expected thou canst now discern,
12 If reek of the morass conceal it not.
13 Cord never shot an arrow from itself
14 That sped awa
VeilsBefore I evenVeils4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
landed, the city of clouds
told me of a place
full of African
tulips, each petal as deep
as the lowered sun
A true friends obligationA true friends obligation!A true friends obligation4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
by A.J Rodriguez
A true friend isn't someone who judges you
by the things you say or do.
They're the ones who are there standing
beside you, and guiding you from the
shadow of doubt and any other sorrow
which finds its way to you.
A true friend changes his plans to
get to you when you need them most. They
come running towards you with open arms
and steady hands.
A true friend would tell you this:
YOU are more special than any1
could ever imagine or dream of...
and through every step, every fall,
every tear, every skeleton in the closet,
every monster under your bed,
every bruise or scar,
I'll be t
the Diary4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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