Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
Our story chapter 1: blood red strawberryStrawberryOur story chapter 1: blood red strawberry2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every story, every legend, every life. All have two things in common. Beginning and end. Some have multiple starts yet finish in the same place. This is our life, our beginnings, my beginning.
How my life began was by complete chance. My parents were never supposed to meet. They both had packs. Both had friends and family that loved them dearly. Yet the winter months came and both of them felt something. Something powerful and booming inside their bodies driving them to solitude. Telling them to leave. Telling them to look for something in the now frozen wasteland of the world. They didn’t desire to though, neither one of them wanted to flee from the place that they called home. Yet the calling continued till its battle cry rumbled their very core! Until the day that they both were forced to leave for a new life. They left, the both of them leaving the eases of pack life where you can rely upon the successes of others to live. Now they were lonewolves. Being forced to
The Fox and the HoundDo you remember the timeThe Fox and the Hound7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we were brothers, you and I?
In that time so long ago
when our ancestors played together
Undisturbed in the forest?
Ah yes, I remember a time near forgotten.
Truly we are brothers, you and I.
Though the years have changed us,
Made us enemies.
But I must eat to live,
And really, those chickens are fair game!
What fault of mine is it
If some two-legged comes along
and decides to call them his own?
Fox, be that as it may,
But the two-legged is still my master
And I love him and will protect him
And do what ever he bids me to.
Nothing can change that.
So we are doomed to fight eternally.
We have fought for many years,
we will fight for many more to come.
But we are not so different!
Look at us. We look so much the same!
We are so much the same.
Could we not come to any agreement?
Would you leave your fireside?
Run free in the forest with me?
Leave your master, your duties,
And have chicken for dinner each night?
You know, fox, that I cannot leave my master.
FriendsThere’s always the oneFriends1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who moves every year
selling herself to be
more popular each time
and then there’s the one
living in a fake family
with ashes and antiques
she gave it all away
a little too soon
everyone was sure
she’d be the one to try
and turn off the lights
and then there’s the one
who actually did
overdosed in the land of dreams
to wake up to
a shiny new reality
and then there’s
Miss daddy issue
Miss rebound boyfriend
knowing she’s pretty
pretending she doesn’t
who gets a little too skinny
just to get more attention
and then there’s the one
who writes his life away
hiding in his journals
closing off who he really is
and making himself
into one of his own characters
and then there’s the one
who lies on instinct
making up stories
because she doesn’t have a reason
to be as broken as she is
(or at least she can’t tell that one...)
and there’s always one
the secret genius
hiding behind his
Just a MemoryI kneeled beside one of the bushes, carefully resetting one of my snares. They were easy to understand - unlike the rest of my life.Just a Memory3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched scream. I jumped up, and ran towards the sound. I finally found Katniss, sitting on the ground, holding her knee. Her face was twisted in pain, and I could see that she was near tears.
"What did you do, Catnip?" I asked calmly, kneeling beside her.
"It's my knee. I think I twisted it," She muttered, staring at the ground. "Alright. Gale, you go and get some supplies from my mother, because there's no way I'm having her come out here, and then we'll try and fix my knee-"
I cut her off, staring at her in disbelief. "Katniss, don't be stupid. You can't even heal a paper cut, and I'm not much better. I'll carry you home."
Her eyes widened. "You won't be able to carry me, Gale, I-I'm-"
I rolled my eyes at her, cutting her off again. "Sure I can, Catnip." I hefted her into my arms, and noticed that she really was as light as a f
Tanganyika1.Tanganyika2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your naïve welcome
and medical maroon;
rituals of life and death;
viscous blood taboo.
A band of crimson,
ancient June in the desert;
the opulent ivory.
Patient and scarlet,
masks of ladybugs.
powerful saffron and myrrh,
a tribal countenance.
BareTwo hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare.Bare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently across
A blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips,
And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air.
Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lips
Caress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductive
Words exchanged with each Lingering touch.
Their breaths between them interchange form one chest
To the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny sounds
That slip under breath between timid lips.
Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid,
Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge.
Two hearts thud slightly off beat and two chests press close,
LoveOh, loveLove2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know not how
The Heaven's above
Breathe that vow
In which all life,
Sings without care
Sweetness in the
When shall it rain
Down from the skies
To relieve the yearning
Of my deepest cries?
calming the stormThe wolf runs wild, the storm she doesn’t care.calming the storm1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The guardian doesn’t fear the wind rushing through her fur fair.
The rain beats bitterly against her face, water drenching her body.
She stumbles ever so slightly, the path no longer steady.
She doesn’t know why she is running, nor why the storm is following her.
But what she knows is the storm follows at her, follows the path she turns
She runs without a struggle, she is wild and free; she runs through a heap of ferns.
Lightning strikes around her, snapping at her every move.
The thunder growls in fury for her running isn’t smooth.
The wind changes direction, pushing against her stride.
The wolf gently smiles and sighs, even the storm has its pride.
She stops dead in her tracks and turns around, lifting her head to the sky.
In ever so soft melody, in tones ever so sweet, her voice releases a howling cry.
She sings to the storm, releasing with it the pain that the earth has to suffer.
The words she sings are carrie
SnapWhen the lights snap outSnap6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you think of my breath,
a hot map
between your shoulders,
and asking questions
like we did in school?
How many times has my image
slipped between your sheets
and kept you at the window,
counting stars and cars,
the highway owning us both.
I would kiss your pulse -
drink you down
in those thick gulps
that made you spin
and grasp my fingers
to keep us both
DissembleWe all have a fire in our heartsDissemble7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting to ignite
by the right person.
We all have a cage in our minds
waiting to be given the key to be set free
by the right person.
We all have the wings on our backs
waiting to learn how to fly,
how to feel the wind breathe liberation through their feathers
by the right person.
And we all have the cords that latches us
to that very same sky
to that liberation,
waiting to be cut,
By the right person.
Caught -updated-Caught -updated-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rain had been falling for hours now. It was a cold, soaking rain that penetrated right through to the bone.
A rain that sent several foreboding shivers through Ezio's body.
A deafening clap of thunder followed a flash of lightning, lighting up the darkened sky and betraying Ezio's position for a split second.
He had just recently taken another life, one that had been closely connected to the cold-blooded murder of his father, Giovanni Auditore, and now a group
of well armed guards were chasing after him. Just by their persistance alone he could tell they had been better trained for hunting an assassin, and were not going to give up after losing sight of their prey.
But Ezio was not to be underestimated. He had not only disposed of several nobles that had a hand in the death of his father, but evaded or killed off any guard that had suspected or seen him. Ezio also had a hidden blade strapped to the underside of each wrist, ready to spring out and deliver a death blow to anyone who dare
Hello Darling.Hello darling.Hello Darling.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
Altair: Shaitan's WingMajd Addin walked about the execution platform, waving his arms and exhorting the people to guard against the evil minds in their midst, those who would subvert the orderly Jerusalem hed built.Altair: Shaitan's Wing6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Order demands authority. Without the power to act in your best interests, these criminals would continue their foul works and disobey our sacred laws. His arm swept to the four stakes behind him. They present a danger to you, he pointed at the crowd milling in front and looking up at him with hopeful eyes. Some cheered his words. He smiled at the adulation. They are the harlot, the thief, the gambler and the heretic. He stopped for a moment before each of the figures tied securely to the stake and stared at them menacingly as he pronounced their crimes.
The crowd growled for their blood, mutters and dark looks exchanged between them, indignant at these law-breakers. These four deserved what was coming to them, they said. Sin was crime and should be punis
LoveWho is this that lays in front of my eyes?Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who speaks with such beautiful lies?
Who's lips move with such grace?
Who's eyes show such distaste?
Who sleeps in the light?
Who lives in darkness?
Who breaks hearts?
Whose twisted heart cannot receive?
I can't speak for you...
I can't see what you've done.
But damnit; I'm in love.
Rain BowfliesRain butterflies fall.Rain Bowflies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turning in the air like crystal winged chariots they hover
in front of my nose
Eyes upon the stars
the stars that shine above the curtains and cushions
but fall down to the Earth and the shallow seas and deep mountains.
The ravines flush away
pattering the cut-edged leaves and cookie petals
they mix and shout and try and end with the rocks barricading the sand and grass
their wings are blue yet to shine.
The Sun returns from the deep fountains
splashing in the cool winds that curtsy the rushing dew drops
in now wades through the intruders.
The wings of pale blue and crisp white flutter through and of hummingbird wings.
Suns hover above the breaking tides and around them
beating fast at the wings they break them
and the rain butterflies fall.
the might of them is breached and the blood is drawn
across the animals they fell down on
they lie with folded backs
crisp and crossed over shallow rocks.
the rain butterflies
A Disney Villain Like No Other: A Frozen EssayA Disney Villain Like No Other: A Frozen Essay1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I first saw the latest Disney animated feature Frozen, I immediately loved it. Since I first saw it when it opened on November 27th, I was able to see it in theaters SEVEN times between then and January 1st, exactly five weeks after it opened! I primarily loved it because of its different representation of love in a Disney fairy tale, especially the sisterly love between Anna and Elsa as the main plot and romantic love as the subplot, which is what I discussed in my first essay. But there were a lot of things about the main characters that I thought made the story flow so well. This includes the nature of the film's main villain, Hans, who is among the most unique and interesting villains I have ever seen in a Disney film.
If you watch the film several times in a row, once you know Hans is the villain, you can see some subtleties of his true nature in most of his scenes before his true colors are revealed. For this very reason, I decided to write this es
A Wolf's LullabyA Wolf's Lullaby9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking through my opened window
Unable to sleep at all
I hear a wolf's cry
Full of sadness and pain
At the sound of it I start to cry
Running into the forest with only my pjs
I follow the trails of wolves
Looking for wounded soul that cried
Finding the wounded animal
Knowing it's about to die
I get on my knees and craddle it's head
Singing a wolf's lullaby
Several years later unable to sleep again
I hear the sound of wolves crying
Full of happiness and rejoice
I fall asleep at the sound of a wolf's lullaby
Altair: Eagle and Sultan6Siege of Acre, 1189 CEAltair: Eagle and Sultan66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A few nights later
Altair stole through the camp on the hills. It was full of tired sleeping men, worn out with the days battle. The affray had been furious on all sides: from the starving Acre, from the trapped Latins and the besieging Muslims. The combat had gone on all day. He had listened to the screams of the dying and the maimed. He had even tended some of them as Naji had run out of helping hands. He had emerged from the physicians tent bespattered with blood and filth. He still stank of it as he moved through the night towards the horse lines. He had not had a chance to wash: in this dry climate he would not get it till he found a city or town with a hammam. He had taken off his matted slaves clothes and buried them in the earth. He was dressed once more as an Assassin. The Hidden Blade on his left arm made him feel himself again. He trembled with a suppressed thrill. He had done it! He was getting out of here.
He checked his excitement.
Altair: Eagle's Soul2Masyaf, Summer 1188 CEAltair: Eagle's Soul26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The comb went through the dark brown hair, along the shimmering shine the tresses had in the midday light. The hair was smooth and long, a little curled from the braid it was worn in often. There was a measured pace to the movement of the comb through the womans hair. The quiet almost sibilant hiss of the hair parting as the combs teeth untangled its length. The arm wielding the comb was strong and muscled using the instruments of war and womanly arts with equal ease. The face in the polished bronze mirror before her was distorted but she did not need to see herself to know that shed been changed.
Change was her very nature, she knew. She had started out as a slave, sold as a child to a man who set her to wait on his wife. She had grown up there under his wifes kindly guidance. She had been more like a daughter than a servant. She never remembered her parents all she knew was that her name was her grandmothers and shed n
Altair: the ChasmEpilogueAltair: the Chasm6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Masyaf Autumn 1187 CE
You have forgotten the Creed, Altair.
Altair ignored that, staring intently at the page of the book before him. Maliks strident tones really grated on him these days. He knew Malik was only trying to help but he did not care for that. He did not need help. He simply wanted to be left alone. He did not really see the letters on the page. His eyes slid over to his left hand bound in bandages. The bones had been set the pain of it had sent a convulsion through him hed not been ready for it. The Healer Brother had hissed at the others, Malik among them, to hold him still. Altair had tried to will a calmness but failed. He had closed his eyes, seeking that familiar calm space but could not find it. It eluded him. His Spirit was unresponsive. He had spent the last weeks trying to find it again. He was angry and miserable. His attempts at covering it and maintaining some sort of tenuous control were failing.
Altair: DishonourThe younger man faced his Master in the courtyard of Masyaf stonily. His eyes followed the movements of the black-robed man pacing before him. The Assassin could tell the Master was angry and displease. Altair had failed to retrieve the Templar treasure for him. Malik had done so at the cost of his arm and brother Kadar. And then had accused Altair of causing it all. He had told to his face that Altair had violated the Creed and the tenets. Altair, who lived and breathed the Creed with his very skin. Hed been hurt deeply but had not shown it. This was how far he and Malik had drifted apart.Altair: Dishonour7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tell me, Altair, do you know why it is you were successful?
With a start, the young Assassin came back to reality. He found al Mualim looking at him sadly with his grey eyes. He wanted to explain to him what had happened. How Malik had challenged his authority on this mission. How hed pushed his aim off at that final moment when Altair had Robert de Sable in sight