Writer's OathAs a writer, I swear on my word and my honor to do my best,Writer's Oath2 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
Fie! Fie!Fie! Fie!Fie! Fie!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forsooth, wist I,
Much seemeth out of sorts.
Pale moonlight falls,
‘Pon darksome walls;
Fey shadow o’er the courts.
Fey and fie,
For evil’s nigh;
Doth spirit darkly stain.
Sleep doth refuse to dulcetize,
The greater then the strain.
Heed ye my cry!
For watch ye not the doors?
Dim twilight lay,
On landscape fey.
Mist sprawleth ‘cross the moors.
Fie and Hark!
Doth eye not mark,
The brimstone-flash of hell?
The Gurlock creeps,
Down from the steeps;
I know his reek right well.
Too late to hide!
Up now, and bar the door!
The creature crawls,
O’er stony walls,
Yet ye lay on the floor?
For death lurks near!
The creature’s drool drips warm.
Unto that beast,
Strength is a feast;
Weak is the strong man’s arm.
Ye lazy dafts!
I’ve with thy hafts,
Barred entrance to these halls;
This Grendel they,
Quit Hitting (Captn Steve x Reader)As usual, when you went into the training room, there was Steve hitting something. This time it was a manakin that the head was almost ready to tear from the body.Quit Hitting (Captn Steve x Reader)9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You didn't say anything to him before getting on the treadmill with your iPod on shuffle and your headphones on. You saw the head finally fly off the dummy from the corner of your eye and with a small smile you saw him attack the punching bag next.
He may not turn into a giant green King Kong, but you knew he had to have anger issues. Why else would he punch things so much? Or it could also have to deal with Stark being around all the time... or both. You bit your lip at a thought, thinking of a way to get him to stop throwing punches if only for a second.
Stopping the treadmill, you went on itunes and bought a song, watching the blond while it downloaded. A finger scanned through your recent purchases to find the newest one. Unplugging your headphones, you hit play and had it on the highest volume possible.
Kale's LamentationTears for me have long run dry;Kale's Lamentation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All joy to me now seems a lie,
As does hope for bright tomorrow;
I can find no rest in sleep;
I’ve no more the heart to weep,
Yet more deeply burns my sorrow;
Wearied of counting the cost,
And of what’s lost being lost,
Of fate spun out of my control,
I’m tired of giving my tears,
To my sorrows, griefs, and fears,
As ransom for my heart and soul;
What’s lost was cruelly taken;
Are we truly so shaken,
To do aught but mourn its passing?
Shall un-avenged be the wrongs?
Wrongdoers sing mirth-ful songs,
Though our sorrows keep amassing?
I and you, we are mourning;
For death stained hope a-borning;
Sad night fell at the dawn of day;
Why do we tearfully sit,
All unwilling to admit,
That tears can’t wash the blood away?