BlightAnd there I was, drained of lucidity,Blight1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Succumbing to the symphony of a tantalizing night,
Craving for dreams of radiant serenity,
Revering the splendors of an overwhelming light.
This cursed yet apprised lie living in lethargy,
A blight of wonders, of soon fading memories,
Paragons of desire and scandalizing energy,
Untouchable charms they sought over centuries.
And I see them, yet I see them not,
For dreaming is a blight surely made by the Gods.
But is it all to have them in profound aversion
Since existence remains bitter stillness
Ravaging morosity and constant deception,
Unchanging reality, rotting in the core of faint happiness.
Once moreKneeling on the edge of a glorious creek,Once more1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
A crystal river dying on my flushing cheek,
The guilt of a brief yet apprised pleasure,
Perch on the ecstasy of a sole measure,
Long lost, forgotten lore,
That I seek to bestow upon thee, once more.
The vibrant roar of an honest attraction,
Our pounding flesh, tribute of a disastrous deception,
I need, I long and yet I shun from thee
From those irresistible simpers of malicious glee,
Misleading moments of artless affection,
The undeniable charms of your evil expression.
Because our parity shall never exist,
For those breathing pure insanity persist,
On a road where softness of words is meant only to
End of the IslandEnd of the Island1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My son, let me tell you of a place that we shall all go to one day.
This place is situated at the very end of this island, at the top of the last cliff, facing north where all the Gods dwell. The sea there is rough and batters the cliff in a vain attempt to destroy the building laid atop. This Hall, covered in black soot over the ages, always bellows a dark greasy smoke into the sky, creating black clouds that are sent by the gods and winds to our enemies beyond the sea.
The stench and ashes that these clouds carry to the southern isles reminds continuously our foe that we will come again, as they cower in fear at the thought.
In this plac
Beginning With EntropyIt is the end of the Age of Starlight. The light is dwindling in the sky. Space seems vast now, pinpricked with the smallest of holes in the blanket. Space is the best word to describe the stretched and endless spaces between all matter. Space is the best word to describe what confronts her eyes through the triple-shielded screen every day.Beginning With Entropy2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Space is a series of pitfalls, she knows. Black holes and white dwarves, the sad conclusions of entropy, spattering the void between those last visible beacons of hope. Travel has become a question of navigating artfully past those unsighted traps. Journey times between stars have been doubled or tripled
How Saint George---For the love of all that is holy, I can't understand why my cave gets plundered so. I mean, I'm still young. My antlers are barely past adulthood; hell my antlers are still short and un-gilded by maturity and time. My hearing horns had just come in twenty years ago, and hearing was something that I couldn't quite get used to still. My soul-pearl was still tiny and un-lustred like my ancestors.How Saint George---3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But they still came into my cave to steal my treasures. No matter how long my serpentine coils got, I still couldn't seem to protect it. My fire=breath, tinted with silver to match my scales, was as of yet unable to melt the stones yet, and could bare
The 'Real' World-part 1-The world outside is comforting. Its light, mundane, and safe. Its at night that the nightmares come out from the darkness to frighten us. But that is all they are, our imaginations playing tricks on us, misinterpreting what we see or seeing something that isnt even there, so there really is nothing to fear. Collins parents tried to tell him this when he saw things that werent really there, even when the lights were on. As he grew older, he grew to ignore these things and just accept his parents explanations of what he saw. Some men are just very hairy, some ears are just odd shapes, and the rest is just hiThe 'Real' World-part 1-6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Liquid Metal GolemLiquid Metal GolemLiquid Metal Golem9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
20 Regeneration (Breakable by Fire, Ice or weapons/spells made to kill Golems)
20 Fire Resistance
Anthropomorphic (Anything it's size category or smaller it can change shape into, the colour also changes)
Liquid Form (It can turn into liquid mercury as a free action)
Improved Uncanny Dodge
Floor Master (Basically it is able to disguise itself as part of any terrain it is touching so that it melds into looking like the terrain)
DR 5 Cold Iron or +3
Darkvision 90 Feet
Tremor Sense 300 Feet
Strength 20 +5
Dexterity 10 +0
Constitution - -- effective +3
Dungeons and Dragons ProphecyA time to workDungeons and Dragons Prophecy9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A time to play
A time for peace
A time for war
A time to live
A time to die
There are those in the Planes who do not believe in the power or existence of the gods and demi-gods, and such ignorance shall cause the release of the gods upon the Planes once again. The heretics will be the first to die, and then the gods will do battle throughout the Planes. Billions will be killed as multiple immortal superpowers collide in combat, and such battles will destroy entire civilizations.
The time of the gods will end when countless heroes and heroines rise up against these superpowers, countless dying, where others barely succee
The Grand Phantom MaliboroThe Grand Phantom Maliboro2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Creatures Statted #1
The Grand Phantom Maliboro
Beholder, Assassin Vine, Phantom Fungus, Shambling Mound
Eye Rays (Dominate Monster, Dominate Person, Disintegrate, Fear, Finger of Death, Flesh to Stone, Inflict Critical Wounds, Sleep, Slow, Telekenisis)
Anti-Magic Cone, Forest Cloaking, Low-light Vision, Darkvision, Immune to all poisons and diseases, Telepathy 100 ft.
Elemental Resistance 20 all, Immune to Acid, Putrid Breath, Spore Cannon, Spell Resistance 33, Tanglefoot Spit
Creature Statistics and Modifiers:
Strength: 16 +3
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 72 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
HerBeneath twisted vines of exceptional lies, exists a simplistic immortal who dares not speak.Her4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her covered eyes release an echo, one that frightens and silences the weak.
And why dost thou hide from her in the clouds, is it to bypass her howls and shrieks?
Is your fear that condensed, must you avoid her being, or are you simply one of the weak?
It does not matter, not anymore, for her immortality is dominance; thou art no more.
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enough to love her skin on good days,NaPoWriMo: Day 62 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
feeding encouragement to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
Bronnk Ro Pt. 2Bronnk Ro Pt. 26 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Zanpakutō Name: Toro Paciente (Patient Bull)
Zanpakutō Appearance: When stories of Bronnk Ro circulate around the unaligned regions of Hueco Mundo, the trait most commonly blown out of proportion is his impressive height. With this idea of a giant comes the general misconception that his weapon is a similarly mammoth thing that annihilates those who dare encroach upon Barracuda’s kingdom. In reality, Bronnk’s Zanpakutō is roughly the size of a dagger, and it is rarely seen by most of the enemies who manage to catch a glimpse of him from beyond the territory that he patrols. These rumors stem from the incorrect assu
Hansel And Gretel My EditionIt was a dark and stormy night, and a near poor factory worker drove his wife and kids home in a rusty pickup truck. There was a middle seat, and three seats in the back. The factory worker's second wife suddenly piped her whiny voice from the back seat next to the twins, Jericho and Jennifer. Her shrill voice cried out, "Gerald! We do not have enough money to keep these brats! Your wife doesn't pay child support, and your foodstamps needs to be renewed." She kept blabbering.Hansel And Gretel My Edition1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eventually, the evil stepmother kicked the passenger door open, ripped their seatbelts off of them, and shoved them out of the moving vehicle. Jenny and Jer toppled
Love Restrained.A thousand kisses will never be,Love Restrained.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enough to satisfy my craving heart's plea,
Tommorrow will be the day I love you more,
Than today or yesterday or ever before,
Words and phrases will never do,
What my heart feels so deeply for you,
Deeper and deeper my feelings go,
My head is spinning too and fro,
I want you here, forever and more,
For our hearts to join and together explore,
Our hearts beat and beat as one,
Feel what I'm feeling, it's only begun,
Yet, slowly my desire turns to rage,
My heart feels as though it's within a cage,
You are so close yet so far,
At times like this I wish upon a star,
I wish you were here and not over
Dis-U-Topia - A Brief HistoryStrength!Dis-U-Topia - A Brief History5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That is what we are: pure strength!
We have reached beyond the clouds and brought down the stars themselves.
We have ascended the stairways to the heavens and touched the moon.
We have set foot on worlds beyond our wildest dreams.
And we reap the rewards every day thanks to the men and women of the unified world!
The soldiers have not had to pick up arms in over sixty years.
The pollutants that once choked our world have been eliminated.
The resources that were once ripped from the planet have been replaced.
The children no longer have to worry about disease or famine.
Even death itself has been defeated!
This is th
Judgement day.They can't keep me from escaping these four white walls forever, I know how they stare at me. That stupid mirror, they should just put a window there, i can see them, but they don't know that yet.Judgement day.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I can hear them too, they say I shall die soon. But I won't. I'm not going anywhere. They need to learn that. They say my chances are slim.
I am not in the wrong being ahead of my time, I can't help it. I can hear things and see things that no one else can see. They tell me that judgement day is coming, the sky will turn dark and his majesty shall tell us all our place in eternal life.
I try to tell them but I have found my way here, trapped unt
Demonology, The Occult, etcDemonology, The Occult, etc6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Demonology, the systematic study of demons or beliefs about demons. It is also an orthodox branch of theology.
It is the branch of theology relating to superhuman beings who are not gods. It deals with both benevolant beings that have no circle of followers or do but very limited so that it is below the rank of gods, and with malevolant beings of all kinds. Please note that the word "demon" from since Homer onward was used to describe a benevolent being. The English term and usage of course describes a "demon" as a malevolant being. Demons, when called upon as spirits, can belong to either of the classes of spirits regarded by pr
Cosa Diavolo Nostra BackgroundCosa Diavolo Nostra Background4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cosa Diavolo Nostra
We are not tangible; we are the whispers.
We are Shadow; not Darkness or Light.
We cannot be found; we are the wind.
We do not intervene; we are the night.
We do not exist; we are the myths.
We are the Cosa Diavolo Nostra, or the Diavolo, for short.
We are Devils, Demons and Fiends, all.
We are what you want us to be or need us to be...for a price.
Need someone to disappear? We can arrange it.
Need someone executed in a public way? We can arrange it.
Need to have something in your possession before dawn? We can arrange it.
Need bodyguards? We can arrange it.
Need power beyond Mortal ken? We can a
For AlucardAlluring eyes that pierce your very coreFor Alucard5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lustful lips that decieve whoever lays thier eyes upon them
Underestimated at times but always comes through in battle
Clever tongue that would make you melt
Astonishing flash of the his fangs in the moonlight kill the darkness
Ready to kill anything that comes between him and his mission
Devoted to his master with all his being
Beth Akins 8:36 PM 6/20/2008
The No Life KingA man rises out of the fires of hell,The No Life King2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to wreak havoc on the people and the pope.
None can stand against him,
for he is a No Life King.
Though, one does stand beside him,
and one puts the leash on him.
A kitten and a dog stand together,
for all eternity in unity against,
the false ones.
The leasher lashes out the orders,
against the defeated No Life King.
Who must repay his debt,
to the master of him.
The kitten shakes with fear,
and follows him into the depths of Hell.
He watches with amusement,
as the false ones fall before him again.
Though the No Life King has been tamed,
his heart, his soul, still burns with Hell's flame
JealousyThe price of letting yourself loveJealousy6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The velvet touch of a soft glove
You don't need him anymore
You don't want him in your core
Yet all you can think about is her
His hands touching, kissing caressing her
You want to destroy them for what they are
You want to harm them or run far
All love does is turn to hate
From one mans touch to anothers fate
I will not be at your beck and call
I will walk with my head held tall
Let me free from your grasp
Never again to feel your clasp
Your love is poison to me
I will never let you see
The tears that try to fall from my face
Hiding my near fall from grace
I hate with all that I am
Different LifeOn the 23rd of November was when I met himDifferent Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a place the Devil dare not trek
I saw him through the iron
I shot him just below the neck.
So quick, so sudden
The pulse of my veins
I lowered my weapon
The rush began to wane.
As I walked forward to ensure my kill
My comrades all crowd around
So quiet and so deafening
None of us made a sound.
His rifle still in iron-grip
His eyes were locked on me
His eyes so wide
He only tried to do his duty.
So terribly wretched
This gave me no thrill
His green eyes glistened
So cold and still.
Perhaps we might have been friends
Gone fishing, played cards
Maybe I could've visited him in hi
Lonely Heart, AlucardMonster without a soulLonely Heart, Alucard4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creature without a heart
How I long to be like you
Red like blood
Black as ebony
Apathetic and indifferent
To humanity's plight
How I wish to be like you
Loved by none
Feared by all
Son of Dragons
Why can't I be like you?
Insane Soldier (marching ever on...)
Insatiable Life Drinker (gluttony never ending...)
Nightwalker (forever alone...)
No-Life King (forever alive...)
Laughing (crying tears of blood...)
Smiling ( face contorted in agony...)
You march towards eternity.