Vampire Yami Ch 1 Thirst for bloodVampire Yami Ch 14 years ago in Horror More Like This
Yugi was a young teenager not too different from the others. He had tri-colored, spiky hair and violet eyes. He had good and kind soul and cared deeply for his family and friends. Like every teenager he loved companionships and he had best friends. That what probably have the most teens and he hadn't was one complete family. His parents had been killed in a car accident, not too many years ago, so now he lived with his grandpa who owned a game shop. Solomon (that's how grandpa was named) loved his grandson more than his own life and made impossible, possible in order nothing would be missing from his life. Yugi had whatever he needed but that he would really wanted to have, was an elder brother. To support him, take care of him and protect him. Finally Solomon wa
Vampire Yami IntroductionVampire Yami Introduction4 years ago in Horror More Like This
There are legends that talk slightly about them
There are demons in human form that drink the blood of humans
These are Vampires
Never get close to a vampire
If you do you're doomed
They will enchant you
Four of a Kind, You-YB or YMFour of a Kind, You-YB or YM7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You sighed wearily as you gazed out of your first period class window. You were sitting in the back row, where the new kids always sit, and were currently thinking up new ways to get out of doing whatever homework was going to be assigned... lol! Just kidding, you didnt even know what was going on so how could you plan to get out of it? You had your earphones stuffed into your ears and you were currently listening to Hang On, by Seether at full blast. So, needless to say, you nearly died of a heart attack when a ruler was unforgivingly smashed on your desk.
Unplugging yourself, you:
Do: nothing. Think: ((What an ass.)) Say: Yeah?
Do: Salute. Think: *nothing in particular* Say: What are me orders, captain?
Do: Glare. Think: ((Maybe if I glare hard enough hell drop down dead.)) Say: What the fuck?!
Say whatever you want, but either way be just glared at you, You are in the wrong class, Miss. Go
DraculaDracula2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Transylvania: January 1400
“No! No! Don’t! Let me go! Let go!” a man was screaming.
The angry people wouldn’t listen to a word of what he was saying. Four people with broad shoulders were holding the arms and legs of the poor man that was struggling to be set free by their grip. The man had chocolate hair and icy-blue eyes… Those eyes though were now full with despair and fear! The once proud and arrogant man was now struggling to get away from them…to live!
“No! Take my head off! Cut my head off but not that!”
The mob was not listening to him. The man was struggling to get free but on the other hand what could he do? He was alone and he was facing hundreds of people that were all looking at him with deadly hatred and disgust.
“This is the only death you deserve, monster! For what you did, you’ll pay!”
“It wasn’t me! No! Don’t!”
The man’s once royal-like clothes were now torn and di
CursedCursed4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Great, another boring science class and now the teacher has to leave for an unexpected meeting. I was lying on the floor staring at the substitute teacher, other kids' feet, backpacks and trash. I looked back up at Fiona. She was sitting at her little desk working furiously on a quiz. I could see the gears grinding against her skull as she was trying to remember an answer. She tied her hair in a loose ponytail to keep her hair out of her eyes while she worked. She was also wearing her mask again. Everyone has a mask you know, like most people have daemons. Daemons, for your information, are animal manifestations of a persons soul. We are just not corporal nor visible to other human beings, just other daemons. I myself is Fi's Daemon and will from hereon in narrate the story. Deal. I think Fiona's mask would look like a clown mask, always smiling though lately the ribbons in the back have been wearing thin. The bell rang. The mass of sophomores g
Tremble (MythicalCreature!FranceXReader) RQHe was tall, though the meat on his bones was so limited that you could count his ribs. His arms were skinny, veins apparent through his skin. His hair tumbled down the flat of his back, varying lengths of the corn blond like a cascading waterfall. It was as soft as a new-born chick’s feathery down and he reacted in the same way a baby bird would when you’d drag your fingers through it. His skin was the colour of fresh milk and when you pressed your nose to the nape of his neck, he smelt of hazelnuts.Tremble (MythicalCreature!FranceXReader) RQ1 year ago in Romance More Like This
His voice wasn't the deep rumble of the warriors you'd heard so often before, nor was it like the chirping soprano of the gatherers. It was the bubbling murmur of the streams, the rustling of the green in the trees, mixed with birdsong and what was probably the dropping of nuts, berries and leaves.
Two long, curved horns protruded from his scalp, just above the slight point of his ears and curled around them. In some places they were the colour of ash, the colour of yellowed i
On ToleranceOn Tolerance3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You'll have to stick with me for a bit, but I'll begin with a jarring statement to most readers: it seems to me that the Catholic Church is really the most tolerant of anyone or anything.
This is because the Catholic Church has rightfully questioned everything and accepted what it must. It is derived from the fact that we see creation as good and, as such, there is nothing that exists separated from goodnessno matter how hopeless. We are tolerant precisely because we call things evil and because we call things good. These are like the actions of a wise gardener who prunes leaves and branches, allowing the good to grow properly and the bad to fall lifelessly.
Indeed, the history and hagiographies [lives of the saints] of the Church attest to this attitude. St. Martin of Tours, though he had the mighty pine tree cut he erected an altar in its place. He removed the worship of something false with the worship of something truehe did not remove worship.
St. Catherine of S
Watercolour WordsDrops of sea foam blue and sunflower yellow,Watercolour Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swirl, touch, combine in water,
reflected in your eyes
where words fell
like raindrops on a summer's day
into pools of the deepest green,
tainting emerald puddles
with veins of granite.
Something About Us You'll Never KnowPut your arms around me, darling,Something About Us You'll Never Know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your hands on my waist.
Stare into my eyes darling,
put your hand on my face.
Hold me tight, darling,
don't ever let me go.
Dance with me darling,
don't tell me you won't.
Listen to me, darling,
I have something to say.
Whisper in my ear darling,
tell me I'll be okay.
Oh please don't take this wrong, darling,
but there's something about you,
and there's something about us darling,
something I wish that you knew.
Oh can't you see, darling,
I can't rid you from my mind.
I see you in my dreams, darling,
oh how I wish that you could be mine.
SurvivalThe first timeSurvival3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you took off your clothes
in front of me, you slid
the white fabric of your blouse
off your arms and revealed
the pale ladders
You never referenced them
directly. You said you were
lost, once. You said you
did things, once, and you
did them because they
helped you survive yourself.
I didn't say anything,
but you took my hand
and pressed it to the
ridged rows of your flesh
and for every line you left
upon yourself and healed,
I found another reason
to call you beautiful.
PuppetsA thousand soulsPuppets4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on spindle pegs
hang from string,
with dangling legs
the master set,
perfom the dance of life
The puppeteer remains unseen,
shadow heights obscure his face
The subtle moves his fingers make
Our puppets' legs deftly trace
Free we seem
(Oh how we dream!)
Instead securely lashed
Lashed to one we cannot see,
yet who we know is there
Still, we pretend we rule our lives
Dangling in the air.
A thousand souls,
(the master set!)
The yellow angel :: MelloNearHe curled up. He curled up as tight as he could. Wishing away the pain. Wishing it all to go away.The yellow angel :: MelloNear4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every night he used to hide, hide in a place he thought they couldn't find him.
Every night they did.
The beatings were the same; he should've gotten used to it by now. His head would be slammed against the floor. His legs hoisted in the air by two pairs of gloved hands. Sometimes he'd be lucky enough to pass out whilst being dragged outside. Outside in the cold. Their hands would reach out and hit, punch, slap whatever they could find. His head. His chest. His legs. When his eyes would open again, a new drop of his crimson would be spilt on the floor. The essence that kept him alive dripping onto the frozen floor. The cold, frozen floor. He would close his eyes again, only to have them re-opened by another hand. Sometimes around his throat. Sometimes around his wrists. Squeezing. Squeezing as hard as they could. Squeezing the bruise onto his snow white skin.
"Open your eyes."
Pernese Dragon Eye ColoursA list of the Pernese Dragon Eye Colours that appear in the entire series.Pernese Dragon Eye Colours4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Red: Anger, Hunger(Active Appetite), Fear, Mating, Pain, Excitement.
Red/Orange: Mating, Alarm, Eagerness, Arousal.
Orange: Uncertainty, Suspicion, Anger, Mating, Alarm, Hunger, Agitation, Panic.
(It would appear that Red and Orange are quite interchangeable, and the same could be said for Green and Blue, which are "Happy", "Content", "Pleasure", (and lots more words like that)and "Normal" colours.)
Yellow: Anxiety, Fear, (Reproachful?) Worry, Excitement
Pale Yellow: Concern.
Green: (See above) Delight, Tranquility, Placidity.
Blue: (See above) Longing, Interest, Mischief, Excitement.
Grey: Great Worry/Stress/Sadness/Pain (Grey tones come to a dragon's hide too).
Menolly mentions in Dragonsinger (Page 174) that " the green is dominant, which means sleeping pleasure. Red means hunger, blue and green are sort of general shades, white means danger, and yellow is fright." The DL
One Unsolved Puzzle Chapter 2(slight yaoi warning if no likey dis stuff then abort your eyes ok so ya)One Unsolved Puzzle Chapter 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day I awoke around 5:20; my casts made it sleeping very awkward. My stomach rumbled grumpily but alas I couldn't do anything about that, and it would be a while before anoyone came in to bring me breakfast. So I found myself a book from the pile on my bedside table and began reading. By chance, the book I had chosen was Romeo and Juliet. For some reason, this made me think of Mello.
I was at the part when Paris proposes when I heard somebody knocking on my door.
"Near? May I come in?" Called a voice. "It's West."
"Yes you may," I responded, placing a bookmark in my place and setting the book aside.
The door creaked open and my neihbor stuck his head in. "Good morning," He greeted me politely. "Are you ready for breakfast?"
I nodded, my stomach agreeing with a growl. "Yes, please."
West stepped inside and handed me a bowl of plain oatmeal, then set down a glass on orange juice on my bedside table.
Dandelion GirlYou grew upDandelion Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the side of the road,
between sidewalk cracks,
in backyards full of
tall bahia grass,
pushing aside their
stems so you could
find the sky.
You grew up
beneath the sun
and out in the rain
and under every
an Alabama summer
could throw your way.
Dogs ran through you.
Men, too, trampled you
but you sprung back up,
rumpled, but still bright,
unbowing, even when
they said you were just
a gangly weed that no
one would find beautiful.
(I found you beautiful,
because your face was
the sun, and I find it
You grew up.
You had to grow up,
grew white and fragile
and one day the wind
came for you and
carried you away.
DeadDead, boys,Dead4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all of them.
All of them are dead.
Their bodies broken
No words spoken,
for all of them are dead.
The line broke,
that's what they said,
the gas line broke, boys
so all of them are dead.
That far deep,
was no escape,
how it goes, boys.
Afraid that's how it goes.
So, bury 'em up, boys,
and mourn them now,
for tomorrow we strike again,
no sense in slowing down
So, suck it up,
and muck it out,
And forget that they are dead, boys
Forget that they are dead.
ExodusOne day, someone will askExodus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for volunteers to leave this place
and I will go.
I will leave behind the trees
and the seas and the bluest skies
and I will leave you, too.
I will leave you.
I will venture out
into the starry unknown
and find what lies beyond
this wet marble of a world,
aching, I will leave you
and I do not think I will return.
You will not come with me
and you will not ask me to stay,
and we both know why.
We have always known this
about ourselves. You love closely
and I love from far away.
Fall in Love With MeDistant,Fall in Love With Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
aren't you my dear?
Ever so distant....
as if our hands had never intertwined,
had never felt each other's warmth.
But that was only but a dream,
was it not,
Alas, you are not mine,
were not mine,
is that not correct?
I have no right to call you darling, dearest, love.
I am merely just a girl,
one who saw you in a dream,
yet the dream was so sweet,
yes, many times, I believe,
yet, how can you not see?
See that there's nothing wrong,
aye, there's nothing wrong,
with falling in love with me...
Sighs DemeanedYou fear the winter?Sighs Demeaned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like leaves ahead of the storm,
I tumble from the highest boughs;
Missing all the handholds
slipping, sliding to the ground
Understand this, child:
Of all I survey
your loves, your fears,
keep me under your sway.
Never have I seen the sky
all clouded, gray, but can I know?
How could I have been so conceited?
Thunder, now; it starts to snow
Plastic Heart (Collab.)Why did I come back to this placePlastic Heart (Collab.)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I don't know?
It takes me in, and all of a sudden
I feel my motion slow.
Take the bow, and make sure
That I can still feel,
Because I don't know what happened
And why this is still my home.
Maybe it was to forget the way I feel,
but how can I forget a pain I never felt?
Stumbling through the days,
searching for something real.
But where can I find reality,
when truth is clouded by lies?
Shrouded with fallacy,
filled with melancholy goodbyes.
Tell me, how can I do that
When in reality
There is nothing real anymore?
I can't help that even a person's body
Is fake now, but in the end
It doesn't really matter what we say or do
Because the fallacy of knowing is really
Just a pseudonym for
Speaking without thinking about the words spoken,
No matter the outcome or the heartbreak.
I've just about given up on the truth,
because everything I knew, everything I wanted to know,
it was all within you.
But you're gone now,
never were there for me,
The RouteStart smooth, no one elseThe Route3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking ahead, looking forward
Have your bearings, ready to keep going
found a rhythm
getting bored, getting tired
wondering what is next
The drive is over...what happens now?
A Discourse on ReligionA Discourse on Religion4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To all those who have belief in a deity, ideology, or belief system, I am going to ask you questions and state things that will challenge you. These will not only be provocative but in a way help you understand "Why?" and "What for?". Now, please this is a no-nonsense discourse. No shallow business here.
What is Religion? What is Belief? What is Faith? Is religion of beliefs and faiths? Or is religion something totally different?
Belief is shallow. No matter how pretty the belief sounds.. it's shallowness comes from the lack of depth. Depth means understanding through questioning. I never said anything about doubt. What does it mean to question? Question is to look for relevance and find out if it is true. Remember, Truth means it is One-to-One with Reality. If it is true, why even say you believe it? It is what it is. When there is a belief, there are principles. But, Truth ha
The Lost Journal The Lost JournalThe Lost Journal5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I laid curled up on my bed reading a book Father had given me from his ventures out of the cave. The book I was reading was "Lord of the Rings". It was written by a human called JRR Tolkien. I love reading human literature and I would love to one day venture into the towns and cities and see what other literature I could find from the remains of the humans that used to live here.
My name is Ash, I'm a sixteen year old bipedal dragon. I'm about six foot tall, my scales are sky blue as are my wings. I also look like every other dragon, with me having two white horns protruding from the back of my head.
The Bird With Lead WingsThe Bird With Lead Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
‘People wonder why the caged bird sings, but even worser pain is the bird with lead wings’ – Akala, British rapper.
An eternity spent sat in a prison, an open window inches from reach. Day after day spent gazing outwards, a beacon of a hopeless freedom. Some days clawing at bars, others pacing his cage, but most he just perched and whistled in contempt. On all these days his captors would walk past and on each day he’d be ignored. Sometimes they would come and play with him, as a toy not a friend, chains binding him to their will. Once they’re satisfied it’s back to his cage, to perch day after day.
But then the time came, when after he was used, the cage swung upon. A freedom once so distant, in an instant was his. Without a thought, he’s out the door. The window came next, without a hitch and suddenly-
Sky. Earth. Clouds. Sun. A multitude of feelings embraces him wing to wing. He’s soaring higher and higher. Can he touch the sky?