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.
The dark-haired man said simple spell and in the fountain appeared castle of king Munor. He waved his hand and he saw small figure, walking down the stairs in the Tower of Dragon Fang. He was focused and the man saw sorrow in him.
"This one will lead them?" he asked with disbielieve. The figure belonged to small elven child, no more than twelve. He coul
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 designated landing spot. Now, as "Hathor-ankh," descended on the planet, a scout is not presented with any report.
"Commander Set, after leaving the atmosphere, please look out very carefully whether or not there are obstacles that await us. I would not get bogged down in this wilderness."
Red-haired man merely nodded his head in acknowledgment and focused
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 tomes with carvings on the edges that depicted roaring lions. He was wearing black toga with high collar; his eyes were smiling.
"So here you are, Keeral" he said with nonchalant tone and put the tomes on their places on the shelves. "You don't have...family meeting? I gave them one week of free time, it was the only thing I could do in this situation
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 pseudorycerze2 years 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 leży w kałuży, łapy wyciągnąwszy przedtem, jednak jeśliby drań powrócił, marny byłby mój los. Nie chcąc robić sobie wrogów w kolejnej wiosce, a miałam już ich kilku...nastu...no dobrze, kilkudziesięciu, ruszyłam dalej kamienistą ścieżką,
This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debrisThis isn't the world1 year 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 not the world I want to remember
But there is always hope that the bleeding wound is healed
leaving a void ...
FireSomewhere, in the world destroyed many eons agoFire1 year 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 victory like valkiria
And men bowed down before her
Knowing that they won't find the better leader on the world
She led wars, she led battles
Freckly beauty with the supple body
She didn't know, what it is fear, she was ruthless
She was incorporating the fire, the earth, the gale and the black depths
Her name was, the Dancer of the Fire
And when in blood she bathed l
SilenceI am the wind raging on the sun-scorched desertSilence1 year 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
The Sun, HeliosThe Sun brings warmth and light to the land.The Sun, Helios2 years 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
I don't know.
That we could
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 backsUntitled3 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
Everquest to Absolution PrologEverquest to Absolution Prolog2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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 order's colony are planning to
unleash a flurry of black magics to Valoran, Although after the group inspect, it
was just a random rumors.
They walk past The Tempest Flats, Mogron pass, and they are now
just outside the Demacian Walls.
Meanwhile, At the institute of war, The place they just walk past. A storm is brewing
within the institute as the League of leg
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. Miałem długie siwe włosy, ale wbrew pozorom nie czułem słabości, lecz siłę oraz porażając pewność siebie, która emanowała z każdego mego kroku. Ja prowadziłem ją, a ona mnie i to wszystko działo się z taką lekkością i łagodnościBoscy Sludzy: Piekna3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This life I loveThis life I loveThis life I love5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A smoke and mirror illusion
Creating transitory flowers
And pearls that connect by way of string theories
As night spins into day—day into night
A day dream/night mare
In this fated blink of the eye
Life is an interval—short indeed
Yet long enough
To make love
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 s'enfonce dans une petite ruelle. Elle s'arrête un instant pour reprendre son souffle.
Et sa vie bascule.
Survive. She think only this simple word. Ways open to her as many choices. But the child has no choice. She turns right.
A passer would probably wonder why this little girl runs breathlessly as the sun is not up yet.
She can not even cast a
Tony's Monolouge to HowardTony Stark stumbled over the little bumps and ditches covering the grave yard. He carried two boquets of red roses as he approached the graves. He gulped and walked closer. He hadn't visited in twenty years. He knelt on the left side of the couple's grave. The black marble read,Tony's Monolouge to Howard2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Maria Collins Stark: Beloved Wife, Mother,and Daughter. 1907-1990' Tony's ,mouth twitched up into a small smile.
"Mom." he murmured. "God I miss you. So much." He placed one of the boquets on Maria's grave. "I hate that you were taken from me. I was only 21." Tony leaned foreward and kissed his mother's name. He then stood up and placed himself in front of his father's gtave. It read.
'Howard Anthony Stark: Beloved Father, Husband and Son. 1903-1990.'
"Dad. I realized recently I never said 'goodbye' to you." Tony said to the stone. "I'm sorry for that. I love you. I've only ever wanted you to be proud of me." Tony swallowed back some tears. "I'm sorry for disappointing you...even at the very end of your life."
My DemonThere is a demon living in my wrist.My Demon4 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 crimson mouth opens wide upon my wrist,
It's tongues licking bloodred trails of drool upon my skin
The demon pushes, tears, stretches for his freedom,
Clawing burning pain upon my skin
And only then I gain controll over myself.
I push the dark back to the corners of my mind
And quickly stitch my wrist back up,
Sentencing my demon to his fleshy dungeon once again.
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.4 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 reflètent rien de compréhensible à part un désir, une envie d'écrire. On m'a dit un jour de lire à travers ces lignes. N'y voit-on pas, au travers de mes mots, un désir plus profond que celui d'écrire ? Un désir lié à toi ? Je n'ai pas de réponse suffisamment cohérente à apporter
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 hell. Demons laughing and dancing. They seem happy. They pulled me from my feet, to their nest. I knew what was waiting me there, at the home of the demons. Their mother was waiting for me to have fun while torturing me with her laugh. They chained me to the wall of their home. The pain starts slowly and it increases gradually. The torturer knows tha
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 away athwart the air so swift,
15 As I beheld a very little boat
16 Come o'er the water tow'rds us at that moment,
17 Under the guidance of a single pilot,
18 Who shouted,Now art thou arri
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 there for you.
Copy and repost to your friends and let them know you care...
RamblingsSteal my life, take it awayRamblings4 years ago in Open More Like This
Make my turtle fly
I can live with that, yeah
Strangle it, this roach running 'round
It's irritating, something, somehow, somewhat.
I got four lives left, on my own
With a little badass squirrel
Who has glaring eyes, sparkling eyes.
The cutest thing I've ever seen,
Has no soul.
Sing along now, that's all it takes
On a road to insanity, sing along
With my ramblings
And life never made more sense.