Poradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalnyJak napisać romans paranormalnyPoradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalny2 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
The Wolves' Lake Chapter fiveThe Wolves' Lake Chapter five4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Wolves' Lake
Chapter 5: Three Wolves, One disappearance.
Meanwhile in another part of the forest....
The flames where dying out and all that was left was ashes. The trees were dead and so were all the living creatures that used to have a home there. The air was thick and all you could see was smoke, fire...and three figures running.
" Are you sure you got rid of all the wolves in the area?"
" Yes sir"
Two men that looked about 30 where standing just outside the burned out forest.
" Good, I want those beasts out!!.. Did you sent the K-9 squad to search around the area?"
"Yes sir, they should be back in any second"
"Excellent! I'll go and report this to the president, stay here and watch over the workers"
Just as the first man left the K-9 quad arrived. Three medium- sized wolves that looked blood thirsty with a collar around them that said "K-9 PID"
"Good, come here guys. We have to investigate the other part" The man started walking away and the dogs fo
Black DogBlack Dog2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Life not as death but unlife as night is to the summer of the soul/ of a man. Warm breath gone cold, forced to shrivel into a snarl. My prism of thought an artifice of oblivion; a black hole at the heart of every inner sentence, internal monologues disintegrate in hatred, fear and pain. That anguish strains the skin I'm in; a rack of carnal torture, the tearing of tissues, of my self. I claw at my face in torpor; guilt; convulsions of angst, ripping fibres of rage, self consuming self, the gift of life a collapsed imploding star, light so bright it becomes blindingly black.
Time drags, numbs –stops? –my body breaks down into components; part in sleep part in motion. In the darkness of the room a part of me stirs not in body but in spirit, the form of flickering shades deep in the pitch black congeal and rise, with nightmares for blood and malaise for bones, the skin is a rough coarse hide clothed in the bestial furs of a desperate greed; a hunger to fill the void that has formed it. It
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
Dark MoonDark Moon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That day was meant to be a day of joy. That was the day he was born. A birth is always a source of happiness, they say. Sometimes, however, they can be wrong. That day wasn't really a day of joy. Why, you'll ask. That was something only the old sage understood at first. That was linked to a secret she was the only one to know in the tribe. When she held this tiny newborn in her arms, only son of her only daughter, she was in fact very happy at first. But soon, her instinct told her there was something wrong. She looked at him, at his eyes. He looked as innocent as every baby in this world. He was just a little child that that world welcomed on that cloudy day. The old sage, when she saw his eyes, read something in them. Apparently, she was the only one able to read what she read. To the others, this baby was an ordinary baby. He was like all babies they saw before. So why did his grandmother screamed that so unexpectedly? "That's not a child! That's a wolf!"
read story part 5read story part 54 years ago in Drama More Like This
Smoker and Sil arrived at the little safe place in an old abandoned house, they hide in the only heal room with one window to look outside.
Sil: so you'll stay til tomorrow?
Smoker lit his cigarette and put it between his lips throwing his jacket aside.
Smoker: yes, thats enough traveling for today.
Sil climbed up on a kind of table and made it comfy and stared at the roof.
Smoker: How did you get at the battleground? there
isn't a city around that space,even here there are
only some ruins.
Sil:.... I'm not sure and neither am I sure if Iwanna
remember how i got there....
Smoker: what do you mean?
Sil: I wasn't shocked when you found me right?
Sil: So let it be like that for now ok? otherwise you have to
tell me at some point and I'll tell you one of mine, no other way
She put a smile on her face that spoke for itself when she turned around to look at him, 100% sure that she won cause he wouldn't say much IF he says anything about that.
Smoker took a deep drag and blew th
W Swiecie Basni cz2W świecie BaśniW Swiecie Basni cz24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Część 2 - Świat Baśni
Chociaż wypicie kubka herbaty zajmuje 5 minut, minęło dobre pół godziny zanim Włóczykij oznajmił, że czas na wycieczkę. Jednak gdy zapytałam, czy trzeba coś zapakować, spojrzał na mnie jak na kogoś, komu trzeba dwa razy powtarzać zdania. Nic nie mówiąc, zaczął grzebać w kieszeni.
- A oto będzie nasz środek transportu! powiedział po chwili dumnie i wyjął z kieszeni... swoją harmonijkę.
- Za przeproszeniem, chcesz złożyć z niego odrzutowiec? zapytałam wątpliwie - Nie wiem, co chcesz zrobić, ale z tego nie zbudujesz raczej Bambo Jeta.
- Po co nam jakiś Bambo Jet? W porównaniu z gigantycznym i głośnym samolotem, MÓJ sposób jest szybszy, dyskretniejszy i o wiele bardzie
Oda do PapieruPusta kartka.Oda do Papieru3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Patrzysz na tę kartkę, która leży na Twoim biurku. Zwykły kawałek papieru. Prawdopodobnie z specjalnego bloku rysunkowego dla artysty, lub z brystolu.
A może po prostu to papier używany do kserowania?
Nie ma koloru czystej bieli. Nie pada na Ciebie blask świeżego śniegu czy ekranu komputera z białym tłem.
Widzisz po prostu papier. Pełen nierówności, lekko żółty. Choć może to od żarówki.
Ale jeśli weźmiesz na dwór, w piękny słoneczny dzień, oślepia Cię nieskazitelnością. Nie masz nawet siły zerknąć na ten boski materiał. Lecz jeśli trafisz na pochmurne, smutne niebo, pochłonie Cię ponura szarość papieru. Gdy powędrujesz na łąkę, czy do lasu, zapewne wyda Ci się, że kartka śmieje się zielenią. A jeśli postanowisz naszk
The Wolves' Lake Chapter fourThe Wolves' Lake Chapter four4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Wolves' Lake
*(Before you read the story, i just wanted to let you know that the pics of the characters that appeared in the story so far are at the bottom, thanks! enjoy)
Chap 4: The Calling
"Hey you should probably lick those wounds, your bleeding too much. I would do it for you but, I guess your a shy one huh?" I turned around and saw a grin on hes face. " h-hey! are you making fun of me!?"
at that moment I realized that my brother and the two wolves where sitting not too far away and they were looking at me with a curious stares. "Ummm...I can to it by myself! so no thanks!" I growled at the male wolf...but I was sooo embarrassed that I didn't know what else to do or say...so I just turned around and walked away.
" Yeah thanks for the help, but we can take care of ourselves now" I said while walking away from him.
"H-HEY! wait, wait, wait!" he ran up to me and sat in front of me.
"Stop right there! you didn't tell me your name!" I hesitated, why the heck does he wants to know m
The Wolves' Lake Chapter TenThe Wolves' LakeThe Wolves' Lake Chapter Ten4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 10: Kuro's training.
After the talk we had with Red about swords, We went and ate with them. Kanji and Red introduced us to a bunch of wolves and they all were pretty nice. After I was done with my meal I didn't feel like hanging around. I just wanted to sleep. I left my brother there so he could get to know some male wolves and make new friends.
Im not much of a friend person. I like being alone almost all the time...and for some reason I enjoy it.I like laying down and looking up at the clouds while I listen to the wind and close my eyes. I always day dream about being on top of a mountain and feeling how the wind makes my fur dance. I always think how nice it would be to be an eagle so I can spread my wings and fly. That feeling.. the butterflies in your stomach.. it must feel so amazing.
I searched for a spot where I could lay and relax.
After some minutes of wondering I found a really nice place where
The Wolves' Lake Chapter NineThe Wolves' LakeThe Wolves' Lake Chapter Nine4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 9: Things to look forward to.
" What is the deal with wolves turning into humans here? tell me..... Are WE going to turn into humans too?"
Kanji and Red looked at each other without nothing to say.
They both stayed quiet for quite some time.
"Answer me" My brother demanded.
" We can't tell you..not now" kanji said.
" Stop trying to be so mysterious and tell me, aren't we part of your clan now?"
" OH I don't think so!"
We saw Kuro walking towards us. His metal claws sharp as ever and so often they touched one another making this "cliiinngg" noise.. and he also had this weird metal thing that I have never seen before on his back. It had some weird designs and it looked very sharp.
" If you want to know so badly, you will have to go through all the training I give you and show me that your worthy of knowing." An evil smirk appeared on his face. " When you finish with everything, I'll show you myself."
" I want to know no
You're the friendYou're the friend I know I can act like a complete idiot withYou're the friend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and NO MATTER WHAT you will still stand there laughing with me.
You're the friend I can get completely mad at,
and then having you stand there with a funny face
completely ignoring the fact that I'm mad at you,
and just burst out laughing.
You're the friend that I can trust with EVERYTHING.
There isn't a thing in the world I would doubt
telling you about because I TRUST you with my WHOLE heart.
You're the friend that has been through ROUGH times with me
and we came out standing STRONG.
You're the friend that I would run to if in trouble.
You're the friend that has ALWAYS tried to help me out.
And well you know what?? You're a person that I
consider my BEST FRIEND.
I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!!!
For the Love of Stella [Audio Edition]For the Love of Stella [Audio Edition]3 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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Chapter 1 on dA
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
I'll make a Troll out of youI'll make a Troll out of you4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Let's get down to business to defeat the fags
Did they send me newbies when I asked for pros?
You're the lamest bunch I ever met
But take a seat before we're through
Mister, I'll make a troll out of you
Tranquil as a forest, but with rage within
Once you hide your IP you are sure to win
You're a helpless, slow pathetic lot
Instead of grammar, you ALLCAPS, its true
Somehow I'll make a troll out of you
I'm never gonna appear intelligent
Spamming isn't really easy
How the hell do I change my ID?
Mods have got me scared to death
Hope he doesn't flag my comment
Now I really wish that I knew how to hack!
(Be a troll)
We must be swift
cuz its srs bsns
(Be a troll)
With all the graetness
of a huge macro
(Be a troll)
With all the strength
of a raging guy
You do it for the lulz!
Time is racing toward us till the fags arrive
Always check your spelling right before you talk
You're one step away from leading a raid
So prep up, and just say the truth
I knew I'd make a troll out o
Bubbles Out Of ReachBubbles Out Of Reach11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A stone creature, unable to fly,
Admires the birds as they all pass him by.
The strength in his body, a feature to praise,
A godly impression, at looker's first gaze.
He guards his rooftop perfectly still,
Then, along comes a girl at her high windowsill.
The gargoyle sits, he looks so proud,
Until, one day, some fun he's allowed.
An innocent girl just blowing some bubbles.
An innocent soul, unaware of the trouble.
A bubble floats high, in gargoyle's sight,
He watches it sail away on its flight.
One after another the bubbles were viewed,
He contemplated with his head askew.
The foreign objects were unknown.
He let his fear of them be shown.
The wind blew, the bubble chose,
To come too close and touch his nose.
He shook his head and felt relieved.
The bubbles were not as he believed.
A mischievous joy had risen inside.
The gargoyle watched with intense pride.
From below, the bubble came,
A beauty that was not the same.
From an outside view, one could not see,
Or understand how beauty can
One Last TimeOne Last Time4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Severus stood very still as Dumbledore walked past him, out the door, and down the revolving staircase to the griffin three floors below.
Snape was alone in Dumbledore's office.
He glared around at the many shiny, and very delicate instruments that lay on the small, rickety tables, and shelves all around the room. His eyes had just passed over the dilluminator, and an old snitch, when they fell upon a gold ring with a small black stone cut in a diamond shape. There was a triangle, and circle, and line set into the top of the stone. He caught his breath.
It had been years since he had heard his mother's sweet voice telling him the ancient tales, but he could still recite them by heart. There sat the Resurrection Stone of Cadmus Peverell.
He took a step closer, and reached out to touch it. After the slightest hesitation, he lifted it from its resting place on the table and held it in his hand. He tilted it closer to the light, and noticed a very fine crack cut diagonally on the face of t
Open WoundsOpen Wounds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone
Faded GloryFaded GloryFaded Glory5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lying in the gold sand
grains of glass and time
slowly swallows up your hand
and it becomes like mine
large and rough
with tapered fingers
a faded line
W Swiecie Basni cz3W ŚWIECIE BAŚNIW Swiecie Basni cz34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Część 3 - Dom
Nie pamiętałam momentu, gdy bajki przestały mnie pocieszać. Nie pamiętałam, jak Włóczykij wziął mnie za rękę i wyciągnął z tego piekła. Nie pamiętałam, jak się dostaliśmy z powrotem do małego mieszkania w kamienicy.
Wciąż przed oczyma miałam puste paciorki Misia Uszatka.
Siedzieliśmy w milczeniu w moim pokoju - paradoksalnie właśnie tam, gdzie się to wszystko zaczęło. Włóczykij oparł się o ławę. Nie widziałam jego twarzy, gdyż głowę miałam pochyloną w dół. Nie chciałam, aby zobaczył moją rozpłakaną i pełną czerwonych plam twarz. To mi przypominało, że praktycznie nienawidziłam, gdy ludzie widzieli mnie zapłakaną i ka