Heart Of Gangrel, Mind Of MalkavianThe voices whisper to me,Heart Of Gangrel, Mind Of Malkavian5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To themselves, to anyone
who cares to listen.
I here them when I toss and turn
they tell me I'm not good
But my heart says I'm free
I feel I am sane but I think insane
My mind is different from my heart
for my heart is that of the wolf
yet my mind is of the madman
To my heart I question
who am I
my mind thinks
what am I
who can I tell any more
I can't tell
if I am sane
or I'm tired
my heart howls
and my mind laughs
I run in circles
my mind runs in zigzags
my heart beats in freedom
What have I become?
Why am I still undead?
I just don't get
this any more
I have the heart
of a wolf
and the mind
of a madman
(c) Damien Blaze
Young Justice-Coming Home-CompleteYoung Justice: Coming Home-Complete-Young Justice-Coming Home-Complete5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Something is wrong." Batman's gravely voice alerted the mentors of the team that he had entered the meeting room after they had returned from their mission.
"What is wrong Batman?" Martian Manhunter inquired.
"I can not reach the Cave or Robin. The Zeta tubes are down and Red Tornado is not responding." Batman reported and the present mentor's eyes widened suddenly on their feet completely alert.
"Fix those tubes! We need to get there now!" Black Canary ordered going into 'panicked mother mode' she look over to see both John and Batman already working on the program for the Zeta tubes in their own parental modes.
"They are working on our end, they are unresponsive on the Cave's end. We will have to beam to the nearest one and proceed from there." Batman reported and the league rushed to the Zeta Tubes, Superman was the last to go in.
"Recognized. Batman. Martian Manhunter. Green Arrow. Black Canary. Aquaman. Flash. Superman." The female voice rang
Steve x Tony: DreamStony DreamSteve x Tony: Dream1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve dashed over to Tony. No. No, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen, Tony wasn't supposed to be dead! His hand frantically wavered over the armor, then he leaned down to see if the other male was breathing. When Steve realized that he wasn't, he went into a panic. Then, Hulk suddenly roared, shocking both Steve and Thor, and Tony woke up with a jolt. Steve visually relaxed at the sight of Tony being .well, alive. "Whoa, what the hell." Tony said, breathless. "What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me." he said. "We won." Steve told him. Tony's eyes darted over to Steve. "Well there is one exception. To the kissing thing." he said with a wink over to Steve. Steve blinked, and his face went a bit red. Wait, was Tony talking about him? No, he couldn't be. Steve's questioning thoughts were interrupted by Tony saying. "Oh yeah! That's great guys!" he said. Steve smiled slightly. 'I think .I'm in love with this man' he thought to himself. "We s
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
Secret Tub Fun Twilight trotted into her bathroom and set a small bucket down on the lacquered wood counter. "Finally, a night alone to unwind and enjoy some me time," she said with a relieved sigh. "Spike's helping Apple Bloom and her crusaders study, and everyone else is occupied with Pinkie's party." She pulled a box of scented candles out of the bucket and placed them strategically around the small bathroom, then lit them one by one with her horn. "And no studying tonight, so it's just going to be me, Mr. Bing Cropsby, and a nice, looooong soak."Secret Tub Fun3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her horn sparkled as she began running the bath and poured a generous helping of foaming bath salts Luxury had recommended her. As it ran, she began unpacking her tub. A record player first, with the old crooner's melodious tunes already loaded. Secondly, more candles, which she arranged into arcane designs on the sink. Next was Spike's poster of a dragon's glaring eye, which she tucked up into the bathroom's only wind
Mood Mint Madness Pt.6DRARRY SLASH! No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.61 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, Harry was walking to Potions when he saw Malfoy walking ahead of him, by himself. Perfect. He looked in his bag and picked out a paper blossom from the multitude he'd filled the inside with. He had spent the entire night previous going through the book and picking out things that made him think of Malfoy. He was prepared for however often he ran into the Slytherin, for at least a day.
He sped up his steps and just as he was passing Malfoy, spun on his heel, into the other boy's path. Malfoy drew up short, and it looked very much like he had no idea what to expect. Harry smiled widely at him and presented Malfoy with his latest creation. It was a hibiscus flower, one that meant "delicate beauty". Malfoy probably wouldn't like being called "delicate", but he didn't care. To him, Malfoy's stunning features were delicate, like spun-sugar crystals on cakes, or frosted edging on cold glass.
Malfoy looked to be stunned speechless. This flo
Depressing Russian Literature.Guilt is a piano on top of youDepressing Russian Literature.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead of a man. Street noises
drain you like bleach on a rainbow.
Indecision becomes a washer & dryer
you can't stop putting things into
& taking things out of all through
a painful fluorescent night. The
brain becomes smoke, a hidden stash
of dark red cigarettes, dipped in
formaldehyde, waiting for you.
Depressing Russian literature
becomes your best friend & you
can't remember what it is like
to have a flesh & bone best friend,
a soft voice at the other end, someone to cough up
pounds of dirt and flashlights and floods with you.
Fun becomes self-destruction in the form of 47 grams
or too much coffee in the blood.
Death becomes a run-on sentence
wraps its arms around you, puts its
mouth all over a frozen horse.
Health becomes a science,
frightens you with its bones,
pulls at its skin like polyester.
Today is a miracle, & yesterday
was one too.
Introducing MiraIntroducing Mira the Rus'Introducing Mira3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-The sun was beginning to set over the city of Kiev. The clouds began to roll towards the Asian steppes and the stars began to pierce through the night time sky. Snow covered the streets, the house tops, the stone walls, everything. Lamp lighters began making their rounds. The average Kievan citizens retired for the evening. Parents called out to their children who were busy playing in the snow. Night time was no place for a child. The night belonged to an entirely different cast of characters. Soldiers from the local barracks searched for a good time. Virile and rowdy teenage boys, who fancy themselves men, poured into the streets. Serb bandits scoured the streets looking for easy pray. Greek traders sold their goods. Old drunks and working girls began to crowd the bars. My oh my, this was no place for a child.
Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 1When Callie Halaway left her house that morning the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but when she left work that afternoon the thunder had started to roll.Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 19 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How's a girl supposed to see in all this rain? She asked herself as the weather changed from drizzles to drops and then from drops to streams. Callie soon realized that she was getting no where quickly when, in order to stay dry, she couldn't see over her lowered umbrella.
I'm going to have to wait this storm out. Callie jumped to her left just in time to avoid the splash of water that a speeding car had just thrown her way. As she straightened herself back out she accidentally forgot to watch where her feet were going and she tripped into a door frame that just so happened to open inwards. Her cold, wet figure flopped down onto the gross carpet of a little shop that she had never noticed before.
"Hello little lady," A man said as help helped Callie up out of the floor. "How may I help you today? What do you desi
Naturally. Drarry. OneshotEverything was black and I couldn't even help myself to try and see. It must be a garden; I could smell the fresh smell of freshly-trimmed grass and the sweet smell of flowers, those that I don't bother to name but it somehow smells very familiar. I gather all my strength to go back standing on two feet as soon as possible. I could feel a raw shear threat creeping off my shoulder, heating up my body in the rush of adrenaline and panic. My lungs tighten in my chest, causing me to breathing-short in a panting fashion. I was waiting for the worst to come, I closed my eyes to avoid the blind sight, if something going to be threatening my life, and I'd like it better if I don't see it coming.Naturally. Drarry. Oneshot1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sudden realization hit my head, both of my hands bolted to find the comfortable weight of my hawthorn wand but I found none of it, the comfortable weight on both of my ring fingers is also gone, leaving me defenseless completely. Without a wand, without the singlet ring charmed with all ki
Mood Mint Madness Pt.5DRARRY SLASH No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.51 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry sat in one of Dumbledore's chairs munching on a biscuit, waiting for Hermione to finish explaining the functions of Fred and George's mints. In typical Hermione fashion, she hadn't simply told Dumbledore her conclusion, she first had to take him through every single step of how her suspicions had been raised, theories tested and conclusions reached based on her previous week's worth of experiments. She had charts.
Harry sat back and let her lecture roll over him, occasionally eating a biscuit or lemon drop. Dumbledore was also sitting back and waiting for her to finish with the slight difference being that he was actually listening.
"Excellent, Miss Granger. How extraordinary. I must speak with the Weasley twins immediately, as well as the rest of the Order. I'll be certain that you, Harry and Ron attend in order to give everyone a thorough briefing of the effects."
Harry bit back a groan. As much as he wanted to be included in Order meetings
Midnight ClearDRARRY! Don't like, don't read. One-shotMidnight Clear1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Draco could not believe this was happening to him.
"Pansy, you stupid bint!" he hissed. "Get away from me, you treacherous woman!"
Pansy pouted, not looking at all repentant. "Come on, Draco!" She whined, scowling at his unwillingness to cooperate with her scheme. "Just kiss me already and be over with it!"
The nerve of her.
"I'm not kissing you!" he snarled, trying unsuccessfully to back away from her. "You're the one who put me here in the first place!"
"But Draco!" she insisted, drawing closer. "You know it's just an excuse. I know you've been wanting to kiss me for ages now! I've seen you looking, you know. At the table at breakfast, lunch, dinner..."
She was seriously the most idiotic person in the world. She'd shoved him under this charmed mistletoe in the Great Hall at dinner and expected him to kiss her! People had figured out what was going on and were craning their heads to get in a good look. She was causing a spectacle, one t
Llamas With Hats: A PoemThere, through the doorLlamas With Hats: A Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there
There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain
I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life
I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing
I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy
He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says
"And I, uh I stabbed him 37 times in the chest."
Caaaaaaaarl, I cry
Why'd you make this man die?
But then I notice something is gone
Carl, I venture, his hands
What's that, he says, come again?
His hands, Carl, why are they missing?
He looks from me to the ground
Out of recognition does he make a sound
Eyes on me, he smiles and says
"Well I, uh, I sort of cooked them up. And ate
A Merry Non-ChristmasPairing: Sirius/RemusA Merry Non-Christmas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre: Slash, Romance
Summary: Non-magical AU. Remus hates Christmas and just wants to be alone. But when he stumbles upon a freezing homeless boy outside his flat, how can he deny the spirit of Christmas?
Disclaimer: Characters and world belong to J. K. Rowling
Remus strode through the snow, making his way home. It was still early in the evening, but he couldn't take the festivities at the Potters any longer. It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with them. It was just that he hated Christmas - especially Christmas Eve - and he was too depressed to be social. He had only agreed to come in the first place because James and his parents had pressured him to join them. They didn't understand that he wanted to be alone and wallow in self-pity. He just wanted to go home, light a fire in the fireplace, get into bed and get this day over with.
He shuddered and tugged his coat and scarf tighter around himself. It was
AtychiphobiaScarecrow is in a lab coat in his hideout, pacing in his office talking to a dicta phone.Atychiphobia1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scarecrow: "Subject 026-subject is female, aged seven and three months. Seems to suffer an irrational fear of the bogeyman, a childish entity used to deter bad behaviour. In comparison it would seem children are more prone to fear due to heightened sense of imagination and still developing logic.
The voice of a little girl rings through the hideout
Girl: KEEP HIM AWAY FROM ME!
Crane: Perhaps since the child doesn't fully understand the concept of fear she gives it a form in which she can understand, akin to all humans when faced with something they cannot understand. This shows that children are perhaps more emotionally intune than some adults.
Girl: He's going to eat me!
Crane: That said, children seem more dominated by fear. It proves more of an obstacle, but also enables control *puts on his mask and walks over to the girl* shush now, silly child, the bogey man won't get you if you're quiet
Luna's Song“We will sing to you, Doctor. The Universe will sing you to your sleep.”Luna's Song1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So said Ood Sigma as the Doctor was on the verge of regeneration that cold New Year’s night in 2005. But there’s one thing I’ve always wondered… did those who sang necessarily have the Doctor in mind? Or were they singing about something else?
Luna Lovegood stared at the white obelisk standing next to Dumbledore’s grave as it was unveiled in a somber ceremony attended by hundreds of people. She was in the front row of chairs (thanks to Harry and Ginny’s input) along with other significant members of the D.A. and the Order.
Upon that cold white marble, she could read the names of people whom she had known, however briefly it was, who had fought so bravely during that final battle against Voldemort. While there were many on that monument, ten names in particular stood out to her.
Fred Weasley. Profe
The Tears of A Clown, When Mr. J Is Not AroundNightwing and Robin chased after the ice cream truck on their bikes.The Tears of A Clown, When Mr. J Is Not Around1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 4Castiel has always thought that God must have an ironic and slightly perverse sense of humor and he’s taking this day as proof of it. He curls his left fingers in an effort to stem his irritation as his friend’s revelry and quickly follows Dean, who has bolted towards his bedroom with such speed that Castiel thinks his legs must’ve grown several inches.Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 48 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They arrive to find Gabriel and Samandriel on a pile of clothes, rolling about in laughter. Castiel is quite sure tears of glee are streaking down Gabriel’s face.
Dean’s face is dark and he looks as though he’s about to snap, not that Castiel can blame him. He’s well accustomed to his friends antics, yet he finds even his patience is being tested. So he steps in front of Dean and inquires in a voice that’s as calm and authoritative as he can manage “What’s going on in here?
Gabriel and Samandriel manage to reign in their giggles enough to sit up and attempt to piece together an
The Knife Of Never Letting GoYoung boy from a Noisy townThe Knife Of Never Letting Go4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Meets a girl who likes to frown
Leaves the town and constantly runs
Chased by men with lots of guns
With the army on their tail
Have to follow an unknown trail
The plotline is simply fantastic
Although the language is bombastic
Clever how the Noise is shown
And the way the characters are grown
A book that I would recommend
To any fantasy sci-fi loving friend
Queer Eye For The(Mostly)Straight Guy Chp 7Castiel pays and hurries out of the cafe as quickly as he can, hoping he hasn't lost Dean. He'd seen Dean's walls and pushed passed them. It's not something he should've done, but the layers of guilt and self-loathing needed to be broken through somehow. This man has too much good in him to be weighed down by such guilt.Queer Eye For The(Mostly)Straight Guy Chp 76 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, Castiel well knows that it will take far more than a day and some encouraging conversation to help Dean. He forces himself back into a professional mindset, doing his best to focus on the task at hand. The best thing now if for him to deliver Dean to Balthazar and let things settle out. He simply hopes he hasn't marred the rapport that they'd begun to build. After all of this he'd hoped somehow, they could be friends.
He finds Dean waiting in the sidewalk, hands in his jean pockets, his expression a neutral mask. He looks so accustomed to wearing it that Castiel's heart twists a bit. He knows what it means to have to hide yourself frequently.
Dean surprises Ca