Writer's OathAs a writer, I swear on my word and my honor to do my best,Writer's Oath3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To always strive for the unobtainable;
To not only reach for, but to walk among the stars;
To never lose the awe and wonderment of life,
And to see the world, if only for a moment, with the simple faith and wonder of a child;
To kindle the flame of imagination within the hearts of all whom I come into contact with;
To never scoff at the whimsical;
To keep a hearty belief in dragons and fairies burning strong in my heart;
To believe that giants can be slain, and evils vanquished;
To not merely search for a hero in dark times, but to seek to be one;
To look ever to my friends for inspiration, and also to seek to be that inspiring light;
To remember that the darkest hour of night is when the promise of coming dawn is the brightest;
To stand up for truth and right, regarding not the opposition;
To be ever open to new possibilities,
And yet to always say what must be said in the way it ought to be said;
To remember that the pen is
Stephania (if Stephano were a Girl)-4"Damn Barrels." I practically growled.Stephania (if Stephano were a Girl)-43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, come now, we just wanna be friends." one of them smirked at me.
I took out my sword. "'Friends' my ass. All you are is trouble." I said.
The leader stuck his hands in his pockets, looking at me over his sunglasses. There must have been about ten or fifteen of them. And there was only one of ME. I could take out a few of them, but I was pretty much outnumbered. Some of them had cigars in their mouths, and it was getting to me.
I coughed and put my sleeve to my face, covering my mouth and nose. "I really hate those things. They'll kill you one of these days." I said darkly.
"Now, now Steph." the leader chuckled.
"DON'T call me 'Steph', as if you know me." I said bitterly.
"But, we do, don't we?" the leader took his hands out of his pockets making a "I don't know" gesture, while also referring to his group. "We've fought each other countless times, no? We know your every move, we know all your hiding places, we know all your weaknesses, it's lik
001. beginnings.Beginnings are vague things. Quite often you can't pin them down to one event you have to trawl back further and further through foggy past, peeling apart what ifs and untangling strands of memories.001. beginnings.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eventually one has to go all the way back to the start of the universe, and that's a question even the experts have to shrug their shoulders at. It's not like you can plug it into a calculator and come out with a balanced algorithm. At least, not yet.
But it is true that sometimes you can fasten down an occurrence or a moment or even just a single breath, like sticking a thumbtack through a dead butterfly, and label it as a 'beginning' in your mind. Identifying that one moment makes us feel secure, like maybe it was destined to happen instead of just being a random sequence of events that fed off each other and tripped over each other and eventually fell like dominoes to the unlikely conclusion.
Cvusscha Mistbane has pinned down a moment. Of course she knows that there are plenty of
the god memorandumthe god memorandum10 years ago in Open More Like This
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corrupted by failure.
You weep for all your potential that has been bartered for security.
You weep for all your talent that has been wasted through misuse.
You look upon yourself with disgrace and you turn in terror from the image you see in the pool. Who is this mockery of humanity staring back at you with bloodless eyes of shame?
Whiskey Laden DreamsBitter eyes and tears might taint a drink, but sitting in this bar alone with your stool pulled out next to me, and the Martini poured regardless of your presence still brings a smile to my face; despite the taste. I'm having a whiskey myself; dry. Yes, I know I don't drink, but every once in a while you need whiskey to solve an intricate problem, and mine is the distinct lack of alcohol in my life.Whiskey Laden Dreams3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There are people everywhere and it amazes me how none of them are you, from the woman in the black dress coming down the stairs to the signing couple in the corner, laughing silently. They're not you at all, and that's what's amazing in an ocean of coal you're a marble pebble, smooth to the touch and pleasant to the eye, and you don't leave me scarred.
I'll kick back the tumbler for now, refilling your drink when necessary, despite you never having it. The waitress will look at me with tired eyes and concerned words, but I'll insist I'm drinking with a friend, whilst that sad g
I'm Not...I'm not mean.I'm Not...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But that doesn't mean I don't get angry or annoyed.
I'm not stupid.
Bu that doesn't mean I'm any wiser than you.
I'm not sociable.
That doesn't mean I don't like to make new friends.
I'm not popular.
That doesn't mean I'm lower than you.
I'm not crazy.
What you see is me teasing my friends.
I'm not illiterate.
That doesn't mean I don't get lazy and just don't WANT to read.
I'm not perfect.
That doesn't mean anybody IS.
I'm not straightforward.
That doesn't mean I don't speak my mind once in a while.
I'm not a partier.
That doesn't mean I don't like parties, or that I'm uptight.
I'm not an artist.
That doesn't mean I don't like to draw.
I'm not a delinquent.
That doesn't mean I don't break the rules once in a while.
I'm not a musician.
That doesn't mean I don't like music.
I'm not religious.
That doesn't mean I don't go to church.
I'm not you.
No one can be you, or replace you.
What you see is what you get.
Stephania (if Stephano were a Girl)I didn't have a name, not until PewDie came along. I just sat on a shelf all my life. Then PewDie came. I know women usually don't hold swords, but I refused to be considered a weakling, and inferior to men. PewDie saw that when he found me.Stephania (if Stephano were a Girl)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I shall call you .Stephania!" he said.
In my mind, I was crying happy tears. On the outside, I was smiling and showing no such emotions.
"I'll protect you PewDie!" I declared. So from then on, PewDie and I fought (and ran away from) all sorts of evil. Though he could sometimes be a klutz and give our position away. I also interrogated many barrels, accusing them of giving the Bros our location. In my opinion, all barrels are liars. They're not to be trusted.
Though I was always by PewDie's side, that didn't mean we always agreed on things.
One time PewDie got us lost. I knew the set of stairs we were supposed to take, but he insisted on going the other way.
"PewDie, it's THIS way!" I pointed to the stairs that went into the basement.
"No, I t
The Reaper's LootOf war, of war this day I write,The Reaper's Loot3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of battle and blood that is shed in the night,
Of cries and screams of blood and pain,
I wish this night to become day's light.
The pain, the pain of the killing pursuit,
The scars etched upon berserker brutes,
The hate and fear of fire and lead,
I see the fruit of the reaper's loot.
Oh fire, oh fire and destruction's start,
Oh copper and lead seeking the foes' hearts,
Oh flesh and bone you sought to rend,
And as their souls depart,
The devil sees your new art.
Angel!NetherlandsxReaderAngel!NetherlandsxReaderAngel!NetherlandsxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You tried to ignore the feeling of being watched, even though you knew you would give in and turn around. It wasn't a fake feeling, one you got when alone or in a new unfamiliar place. Although at times the feeling was uncomfortable, you always knew that when you looked back he would be there.
Grabbing the handle of the bathroom door you turned and narrowed your eyes at the figure behind you. Olive green eyes glared back, the owner's permanent scowl gracing his face.
"Can I at least use the bathroom without you following me?"
He paused, then sat on the floor, arms crossed over his well built chest. You turned and entered the room, closing the door behind you. Leaning against the door you sighed and rubbed your forehead.
How had this happened? No, wrong question, you remembered exactly how he came to follow you. So why you? No, once again as soon as you asked that question, the answer appeared in your mind.
SorrowbirdI watched him flap helplessly between the teeth of a barbwire fence, screeching for help.Sorrowbird3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Papa, look Papa! A boy!"
My papa stood dazed for a moment, dust billowing at his legs, his eyes teetering along the field. It wasn't until later that evening he told me he hadn't understood what I had seen. What he had seen.
With grass tickling the backsides of my legs, I bounded toward the boy, "What are you doing? Are you okay?"
As I approached him, I felt his skittish eyes rake across my every movement. With his ten-year-old arms slung inside the gaping maw of a fence and darkened feathers pasted along the creases of his face; he looked squarely at me. I could hear his bird-bones quaking at my voice, he pushed harder against the fence. I winced for him.
"Hold still, we'll get you out," I turned back to my papa who stood alongside the road, "Papa," I pleaded, "Please! Help him!"
Reaching out, I touched his shoulder, "Don't be afraid. We're going to help you."
He didn't pull away from me. I thou
Algen (Arctic) BioAlgen (Arctic) Bio3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Álgen Weiss
Physical/human age: 30 years
Birthday: February 27th
Body Type/Structure: Athletic, slim, sturdy, felxible, quite strong
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Colour: Ice Blue
CLOTHING: Long black coat, black boots, black jeans, white polar bear scarf (with a polar bear hood) and black fingerless gloves
When the continent was young in its icy state Álgen had a very solitary life as there weren't many people around to talk to, but slowly and surely, nations started to crop up. She got to know many of the ancient nations and became less anti-social. However after the second ice age and the ice of the Arctic began to melt again Álgen was walking over it and it gave way under her. She was then frozen for almost a million years. When she thawed out she found the world had changed
DreamersShe reminds me that she's a dreamerDreamers3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression
her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch
My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me
until she flips the page
and shows me stories
filled with metaphors of the sky
reminding me that we are both here for the same thing:
I needed a reason to smile
She wanted a lesson in writing
She reminds me that I'm a dreamer
We exchange stories and poems like cigarettes
except the only price we pay is a small portion of our ego
when there are mistakes and flaws,
and we are gra
Spike the 'Hero'Spike the 'Hero'3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Spike the "Hero"
The Crystal Empire was slowly becoming engulfed in a mass of threatening, black clouds; dark as the deadliest of storms. Screams could be heard all around as the crystal ponies began to panic. Up in the tallest tower in the city, Twilight found herself trapped within the confines of a black-crystal prison, the gems risen up from the ground, blocking any means of escape for the lavender unicorn. Just outside, Spike started to feel nervous. His eyes darted from side to side, his feet moved up and down like two, small pistons.
Twilight started to scramble within the crystal-walled trap, looking for the Crystal Heart with a set of panicked eyes.
"The heart? Where's the Crystal..." she started, voice q
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Puppet StringsPuppet StringsPuppet Strings4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are what's holding me down
they're making me frown
they're making me drown
I have strings
And I can't get free
He says that's the only way for me
And I'm just a silly little Pine Tree
I'm held down by Puppet Strings
And it's changing me
I can't think straight any longer
But I guess what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
I've got strings
And they're practically killing me
Ignore what I said before
someone please save me
I have some strings
And it's no fun
I'm tied up to everyone
They don't have any strings
But as you can see there's puppet strings on me
How to Sleep and Never Wake UpThe year they discovered my best friend, twenty years old and silent under the heap of her wrecked car, I learned one can sleep forever and never wake up.How to Sleep and Never Wake Up3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That year, her sister, only seventeen, ate magic mushrooms and lost her mind and her brother, fourteen, started running and stopped eating and I didn't eat magic mushrooms but lost my mind anyway as everyone watched my skin, too white to be real, disintegrate before their eyes.
That year I flew to Colorado to see an urn surrounded by pointe shoes. It reminded me more of a wastebasket than the last I would see of the girl who shared my soul. Her sister ran naked through the street a few days later after ingesting a certain fungus at her school's homecoming dance. Most say it was the drugs. Maybe, I said. But I knew exactly what it was. Her brother started walking with his feet turned out, a remnant of his ballerina sister instilled in him. I ripped the flesh from my arms, hoping to find her somewhere underneath my fingernails until a
Ender's GameI've barely livedEnder's Game6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And lived too much
I've done great things
Without a touch
I've destroyed a species
In a game
Then in reality
To their worlds we came
I kill with empathy
My understanding too great
I know how they think
I know their deaths date
I hate who I am
For saving our lives
But that's why I did it
So we could still strive
They've made me a killer
But I'm no beast
I don't want to harm
I just want peace
My mind's become a martyr
Yet the greatest living of all
I understand tactics
But not beauty's blunt call
I was the future
Now I'm the past
I almost lost sanity
I gained friends to last
My name is Ender
And this is my game
I'm only 11 right now
But I have no child's brain
Izaya X Reader Chapter 42~Reader POVIzaya X Reader Chapter 423 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Izaya, I'm going to tell Shizuo sooner or later about us you know." You and Izaya make your way to your apartment, Izaya humming happily and you fidgeting with the strap of your messenger bag.
"Won't that be a fun conversation? I can see it now; Shizu-chan coming to find and yell at me and all the poor vending machines in Ikebukuro won't know what happened to them. Nobody will be getting a drink anytime soon." Izaya chuckles at his joke as you crack a small smile.
"Izaya please be serious here. I'm not keeping a secret away from him; he's my brother. I know everything about him and he knows everything about me."
"So you know whether he sleeps naked or what color of boxers he likes the best?" You blush furiously as Izaya laughs at your scowl.
"Pervert! I don't mean that kind of stuff sheesh!" Before Izaya makes another joke, a flurry of blue and black appear in your peripheral vision.
"[Name] I was hoping to catch you before you went home to Shizu-chan!" Erika claps her han
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…