Fairest FaustFairest FaustFairest Faust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrote to wretched
Lucifer incarte lavished.
Twenty four turns
pureness a pity,
married to the miscreant
when heaven beaconed
she preached his purity.
But God saw a shell
denied him dreams.
placed in purgatory
Dialogue Tale: Going Home"Where are you going?"Dialogue Tale: Going Home2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"That's the wrong way, you know..."
"Does it matter?"
"...You said you're going"
"I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm just going, okay?"
"If you say so... I didn't think it was all that bad..."
"That's because you're short-sighted. It's worse than bad."
"I think you're overreacting."
"No need to get angry... I was just trying to"
"I know what you're trying to do. The fact of the matter is that I... I just don't know what to think. I need time to decide... what exactly to decide. I need time. So that's why I'm going home."
"Wh-Whatever you say. I'll be here once you're done deciding."
"Thanks. You've always been a good friend."
"You too. Call me when you get the chance, okay?"
"Sure thing. Seeya."
Rambling on TonyThe Unholy Incarnation of Gluttony (Tony, for short) has been more or less benignly wandering the Network for nearly four hundred years, carefully controlled by its host and master, the kindly Eric Thedrial.Rambling on Tony1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
What IS Tony, exactly? Despite rumors and poetic phrasing, Tony is NOT a demonic entity representing a deadly sin, it is not actually even a separate being from Eric. Psychologically, Tony's what you get when you inhibit everything in the human mind save the powerful animal impulse to eat stuff. Religion/demons/sins really have nothing to do with Tony.
Tony is the result of a morality curse, meant to demonstrate to the once spoiled Lord Thedrial the essence of his greed by removing entirely his human willpower and control over base instincts (which he was so poorly exercising anyway) transforming him for periods into a destructive, self-destructive, mindless and mortifying mass of monster. And then returning him to human form to think about what he'd done.
Tony is largely a metapho
NIR concept text_1I wish I had a thousand eyesNIR concept text_14 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to watch you under burning skies
fear and despair over what's next
before I drag you to my nest
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,I no longer rule the world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.
But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.
For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.
The Three Lords, and the FourthOnce upon a time, there were four Lord's.The Three Lords, and the Fourth1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first Lord, a strong man, had an army so great that he could conquer any lands he desired.
The second Lord, a clever man, was so rich that he could outbuy entire cities which he desired.
The third Lord, a man of plenty, surrounded himself in farmlands so vast, his men and himself could eat through five winters, if he desired.
The fourth Lord, a softly spoken fellow with snow white hair, was not alike the other Lord's. He had no grand army at his command, he didn't have chambers filled with gold, nor farmlands stretching two kingdoms. He was a simple man.
One day, the four Lord's were riding together.
"I, have just conquered new lands in the name of the King. Surely that makes me the only man of any real contribution, and therefore the mightiest of us, don't you agree, My Lords? Hahahaha," chuckled the first Lord proudly.
"That is all well and good, My Lord," said the second Lord, "but while you were stealing taking new lands, I was securing
MotRD -Chapter One-The Masque of the Red DeathMotRD -Chapter One-4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's Masterpiece
A Story Collaboration Written by
Kiara Phoenix, Bridgette Montello, Jessica Jean, Sara Dombrowski, Britny Stewart, and Raymee Sullivan
This chapter is told in the perspective of Kiara Phoenix.
WARNING: This is an everything-goes fan fiction. Fiction may contain violence, strong language, and sexual themes. You have been forewarned.
"The Red Death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour."
I quoted from Edgar Al
WhyWhy is it that hard you love me?Why1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't I deserve your love?
Am I that simple, that dumb
that ugly, that poor?
Did gods forbid me to kiss?
Am I paying a fault?
Am I that nothing?
Are you that far?
When will you call me?
Whe will your lips pronounce my name?
When will you know I exist?
When will the night be my day?
When will my mind stop thinking of you,
my love, my heart?
Yes, I'm here,
That guy in love,
in love with a dream,
in love with a song
that hits my soul
each time I see the depth of your eyes,
each time I'm alone,
each time that I breathe.
Magical sensation ran over my chest
When I had you close,
When you smiled at me for mistake,
When I appeared in your life
at least for a time
at least for not long.
There is no girl like you.
Just give me a chance and I'll stroke your face with a cloud
And you'd taste my sky.
Tell me to go to the past and I'll fly to ancient Rome
And I'd sculpt your body in marble
like a lost goddess whose arms were not broken in war.
Yes, I'm in love with y
Kill the GodsForgotten gods cluster together like constellations of post-mortem scars forming,Kill the Gods2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crystallised ocean remnants,
salt pressed and tattooed on the skin of human history
composing salt crystals and fingerprints and decomposing like dying cells and skeleton leaves.
The tides of us, washed and blurred at the edges,
smoothed like fossilised wood and glass pebbles littering waves of resurrections
reborn and torn asunder
the thunder of their hearts silenced as they
sleep (if gods sleep at all)
in infinity with the fishes on the ocean bed
(the quiet ocean death) of humanity’s collective
I wonder where the ghosts of gods go
where the scales of those sleeping fishes lie on that soft sea bed
without a priest or saint to exorcise the remains
of prayers whispered in those uneasy heads.
In ruined churches or over the mouths of graves
kissed into temple walls that crumble before these dying lords
We kill them in still mornings
when our faith fades under the sunlight, ev
Tour's End Pt.1Tour's End Pt.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The stillness of the bright morning in Amsterdam was picture perfect. Birds settled on rooftops and the shops were still closed but were busy within in preparation for the day. The Boiler Tour was in town and that meant more business than usual. One could almost hear the pretty city holding its breath.
Prudence Morgan was running through the halls of the Grand Hotel Amrâth, searching all the common rooms and questioning all the staff she could get in her sights. Something was missing. Something important. Something irreplaceable. She skidded across the floor to the bottom of the stained-glass staircase where she ran straight into Maxwell. He always seemed to be around this time of the morning.
He reached out and caught her before she could fall. Any other morning would have allowed her a spare minute to get lost in his jade green eyes and long waves of caramel brown hair good god he was gorgeous!- but this was not the time. He made sure she was steady on her feet and ca
Alone in My HeadI think and think andAlone in My Head3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brain won't stop
But I NEED it to stop
Seems I can't turn it off
I want to be normal,an idiot,please
Because each time I think of something and don't tell a soul
It just makes me more alone
But when I tell them,I must explain twice
They JUST.DON'T.GET IT.
Just one person who understands my ideas
To prove it isn't just me
Because my own family is confused when I speak
Their only response is "that's deep"
I DON'T CARE if it's deep
What's the point if I can't really share
Being this way,being me,it can scare
A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn togetherA Carnival Delight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more snake than human,
a mans torso there but a snake tail.
He watched with unmoving eyes
for where should have been life and love
there was just emptiness inside.
The Ringmaster sings
to the rhythm of the people
cheers and smiles of city and town.
A tip of the hat,
smiles of the crowd.
There's nothing more
than the scent of popcorn
and the laughter of children.
All too soon th
If tears left scarsSalt flavored tears fallIf tears left scars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staining a delicate face.
She weeps and she doesn't know why
it's just what she needs to do.
Her tears do more than stain
her delicate face though.
They mar her skin
leaving its permanent mark.
You can cry all you want
and the next second,
just brush them away
as if nothing happened
Tears leave more
than just stains on skin
they leave scars.
leaving its dark crack
on your heart.
If tears left scars
would your face be?
is your heart?
Batman review : un Batman sans BatmanThe Dark Knight Rises : un Batman, sans Batman.Batman review : un Batman sans Batman2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
M'en allant voir The Dark Night Rises, je me disais que je ne pouvais qu'être agréablement surprise parce que, pour être franche, je pars de très loin.
En effet, sur mon échelle de valeur sentimentale des supers héros, Batman obtient la note de -48/20 (pour le costume, il est noir, ça mincit, s'il avait été rouge, il aurait eu -59), alors autant dire que me taper près de 3 h de film qui raconte, pour la énième fois, à quel point ce pauvre garçon est à côté de la plaque dans presque tout ce qu'il fait, me laissait de marbre. Donc, je ne pouvais qu'être surprise.
Et puis, je me disais (avec un furieux espoir quand même) que cela ne pouvait pas être pire que les scènes rocambolesques de spider-man 2 (vive les grues !) et qu'il ne faut pas oublier que Christopher Nolan nous a déjà prouvé qu'il savait ce qu'il faisait
BlackIt began in the quietest hours of the night. Granny was snoring up a storm, her bed creaking with each breath and twitch of her bigness. That's always the first thing I remember, thinking back. She always snored in the same way Pappy revved up the engines of his prized Cadillac. Loud, proud, and never ending.Black2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I s'pose I should start with what happened before hand. Nothing will make sense if I don't. It don't make no sense anyhow, but the story won't be right if I don't start before everything got bad.
So we were in the market, Granny and I. We go every Sunday while my parents and siblings are at praise and worship with most of the rest of the town. We get all the best stuff that way without havin to elbow our way through the hordes of people doin their last minute shoppin for Sunday dinner. Granny always said that the best book couldn't keep her from making Sunday dinner, and no man in the sky gonna keep her from her shoppin.
"Jerry, you got them apples for me?" Grann
Charles' TimelineCharles' Timeline2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Lord Charles Viktor Arrhenius
Current age: 232/142*
- 1780: Born in Vadikov, Kreev. Charles' father was a bookkeeper who married into a lordship. His family was technically entitled to high society although they could never keep straight faces at parties. They were rather snarky with their privileged peers and passed this irreverence to their son. Charles had two elder siblings who died in infancy.
- 1808: Marries Katerina Ingmer. They have two children together, Rodolf and Natalie.
- 1811: Charles' father dies and he inherits his title. Not too much changes. He's thirty-one and writes infamously wry columns, essays, and short stories with growing renown.
- 1814: After an increasingly distant and cool relationship, Katerina and Charles divorce, Katerina feeling Charles is disconnected and uninterested in being a father, more devoted to his writing than his family. Charles does not contest this, Katerina moves elsewhere with their children. Charles would be
He Remembers 1961He always puts extra steaks on the grill,He Remembers 19611 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in case the neighbors stop by.
It’s not that kind of world anymore.
The wind was the only visitor that night
and it assumed an odor of burning leaves.
He thought about all the funerals he had
attended and he thought about Hurricane Jenny.
The sun’s last breath felt like thunder.
A child yelled “Olly olly oxen free” but
to him it sounded like “All your friends die in Spring.”
Romeo and JulietListen to meRomeo and Juliet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you shall hear
The tale of two lovers
By fates fickle hand
A boy and girl in love
Yet never meant to be
Only because of what society says
Times raged rampant
As gangs fought against each other
Fighting more and more
As the days trickled on
Romeo of the east
And Juliet of the west
A pair of star crossed lovers
In love but never meant to be together
They met during star struck nights
And dawns early light
Stealing kisses in the dark
And avoiding families suspicion
They made a plan
To get married
And run away
But running never happened
Romeo was attacked
He had slain Juliet's cousin
It was a tragedy for everyone
As Venice banished him forever
Juliet couldn't live without him
And faked her death
Romeo thought it was real
And sacrificed himself
When Juliet awoke
And saw her lover dead
She couldn't live without him
And so took her own life as well
When families visited
And saw the true tragedy
The fickle fight
Was realized as nothing more than t
For what can bring life, can also bring death.For everything that brings lifeFor what can bring life, can also bring death.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It also brings death
Melting flesh from bone
Silencing words never spoken
Pounding down the weak
Tainting what was once pure
Has to be the worst
Spirit keeps hope alive
And makes us carry on
Even when life isn't worth living.
La Fille au chapeau melonJe m'asseyais en terrasseLa Fille au chapeau melon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Et me commandais un bourbon
Quand j'aperçus dans la masse
Une fille au chapeau melon.
J'eus mon bourbon avec glace
Et elle but son thé citron,
Son tarot près de sa tasse,
Le melon sur ses cheveux blonds.
Le comptoir en place d'ambon,
Elle parlait à voix basse
Et leva les yeux, fugace,
Regardant dans ma direction.
Elle rassembla ses cartons,
Les rangea dans sa besace.
Je m'extasiais à sa grâce,
Admirais son profil mignon.
Elle voit mon regard fripon
Quand le garçon débarrasse
Et me renverse ma boisson.
Elle s'en va ; je grimace.
Je crus à une punition
Et me levai de ma place.
J'allais demander un torchon
Quand une auto la fracasse.
J'ai hélas perdu sa trace
Mais dédie cette chanson
À la fille au chapeau melon
Qui a sauvé ma carcasse.
AftermathI handed my heart to youAftermath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in terrible self-complacency
holding my last breath
between pale fingers
weaving this moment
after little death
while your scent lingers
like dead birds
lie on the tombs
Sharpen Your PencilSharpen your pencilSharpen Your Pencil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dip your pen in the well
Show the world your vision
Through the story you tell
There's no right or wrong
So don't listen to critique
Your story alone is enough
So beautifully unique
And only you can tell it
Your version of events
Write it, sing it, paint it
Release, express and vent
Sharpen your pencil
Dip your pen in the well
And with your own wise words
Those ghosts you will repel
Please be true to yourself
No embellishment required
Every inferno was once
But a flicker of fire
So fan those fiery flames
And refuse to walk in line
As experience will grow
Through the passage of time
Astarock-updateAlors un gros update sur l'histoire d'Astarock parce que, pour cause de vacances et de salon, on a pris un peu de retard dans les mises à jour ^^Astarock-update3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Donc je vais vous faire un résumé de tout ce qui s'est passé par « maisons », ce sera plus simple. Si vous avez une scène qui vous intéresse plus particulièrement de lire dans le détail, vous me le dites et j'écris le petit chapitre ! ! Donc ceux qui aiment les romances, ou le sexe ou la violence, vous faites votre choix dans tout ça !^^ (c'est comme un livre à la carte quoi lol)
La Maison de Loki :
Loki a deux filles : Lanéis et Liliah. La particularité de ses filles est qu'elles sont tombées très jeunes amoureuses de deux frères (humains) : Erland pour la première et Jell pour la seconde. Mais si Erland s'est immédiatement montré têtu, courageux et provocateur, Jell, en revanche, a toujours eu un caractèr