A Song by the Ocean_EnglandXSeychellesA Song by the Ocean_EnglandXSeychelles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ocean water felt nice and warm on Arthur’s feet, the breeze softly ruffled his shaggy blonde hair, his usually pale skin was slightly tanned from the sun. Next to him sat a girl who whose skin was an enticing dark color . A sunhat sat on her head it’s ribbons flapping behind it and the ruffles of her blue dress fluttered slightly. He could not help but stare at her as her brown eyes looked out over the ocean. He slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“What are you doing!?” She exclaimed in surprise.
“I do apologize.” He mumbled as he pulled his arm away.
The two sat in awkward silence. Arthur felt irritated that a perfectly romantic moment had been ruined as quickly as that. Why did Michelle have to be so prudent every time he made a move. If her wishes were not to be touched then he had to be the gentlemen and respect them.
Arthur got up and brushed the sand off his pants and walked back to his small vacation home he had rented for the time
Alice and Onwards - TwoAlice and Onwards - Two5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I say, your mouth is open again," said the young man after a long time had passed and Alice had failed to make any reply. " are you troubled with weakness about the jaw?"
Alice's stare had become almost comical. The young man was forced to wait while she struggled to speak. "But you couldn't have known I was coming," she said with some effort.
"Why not?" asked the gentleman, who wasn't even minding her reply but brushing a bit of lint from his immaculate waistcoat.
"Because I didn't even know it myself!"
The young man waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, tosh. People will latch onto their little fancies. Whether you knew it or not is utterly beside the point, which is that " he stopped, squinting. He'd lost where he was going. When he'd recoupled his t
Cry for Eternity - PrologueCry for Eternity - Prologue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Cry- v. (krī) - 1. To shed tears, esp. as an expression of distress or pain. 2. To shout, scream, or call out in fear, pain, grief, or defiance
"GET OUT OF MY BUCKING WAY!"
On any other day, Twilight Sparkle would never have dared to shout so rudely at anypony, and she definitely would never, ever have used such coarse language. Today, however, wasn't any other day.
She couldn't remember how she had gotten to Canterlot, nor could she, for the life of her, feel any patience for the ponies in the crowded street. She needed to be at Canterlot General Hospital now, even if it meant barreling through every pony in Equestria. Luckily, most of the city's population knew her, either from her time as their Princess' personal student and protégé, or from the accolades she had received since then. Saving Equestria no less than three times doesn't exactly go unnoticed. Either way, the sight of the desperate, frantic, and somewhat well-
Tutto in un istanteTi vedo per un istante,Tutto in un istante4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
il tempo si ferma all'improvviso
ed il mondo tutt'intorno non esiste,
scompare sotto una cortina di luce
ed i suoni si fanno attutiti
e le spine ghiacciate del vento
si sciolgono in gocce di tepore.
Ti ho vista per un istante
e in un istante non sei più qui
ed il mondo torna a prendere forma,
ma indefinito e distorto
ed i suoni si fanno forti,
ma stonati e insopportabili
ed il freddo mi circonda,
ma le spine diventano lance
nel veleno intinte.
Ti ho vista per un istante
ed ora non ti vedo più.
Ferryn's ReapingFerryn's Reaping3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time was moving ever so slowly, one can say it was almost painful. She took a light breath, her hands by her side, and her feet nervously shuffling in and out. Out of all the murmurs and worried faces, the sand beneath her twisting feet was all she noticed. It was time.
There was a silent and grave pause. As she took a non hesitated step forward, the crowd erupted with applause. Her face displayed no hint of emotion. It was as if her body wasn't hers, and that her steps were being taken by another. It wasn't until she reached the stage and faced her fellow district for it to truly sink in.
She shook the colorful man's hand with as much grace as she could. Her knees began to buckle slightly. Next was the male's drawing. Abner Kruschev. Except this boy boldly volunteered. A large roar overcame the area, similar to the sound of waves crashing in the palisades. Abner walked onto stage. His steps were full of confidence as he held his head high. He shook the colorful man's ha
Vampire!Austria x reader - My choice (request)I've always been alone. Since the day I became a vampire, creature who cannot have any feelings. We can be strong, beautiful and deathless, but we have to hurt other for their blood. People are afraid of us. That's understandable. Most of us enjoy killing just for fun, no matter who that human is. Well... I prefer my piano, I can play all night long. It calms me down and I feel less alone. I love classical music, but this feeling is nothing with love I feel to that person, the human.Vampire!Austria x reader - My choice (request)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't know how long it takes. I saw her for the first time in theatre. She was in empty auditorium, playing Chopin's Prelude No 4. She was smiling. I just stood there, listening and watching the girl. When she finished, her smile suddenly disappeared for few seconds. She turned towards me and smiled.
"Did you enjoyed it, sir?" she asked
"Yes" I answered and went closer. She was beautiful, ( h/c ) hair, big ( e/c ) and soft, calm voice.
"I'm glad you liked it" the girl smiled at me once again. She's so pr
Fable citadine II - le Poete et la Muse« Les mots ne me viennent plus… » Disait-il,Fable citadine II - le Poete et la Muse1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ils sont partis dans une contrée lointaine
A la recherche du soleil,
Révoltés d’être soumis
Aux sombres délires du poète rassis.
Les voilà marchant sur la ligne de l’horizon :
« De l’eau de vie ;
De l’eau devant ;
De l’au-delà ! »
Soufflaient les échos de l’azur.
N’attisons pas l’inspiration »
Répliqua la mémoire.
Hélas, Monsieur Discours fut pris de mélancolie :
« Dans la chair des étoiles,
Dans le feu de ses yeux,
Dans le feu de sa chair,
Dans les étoiles de ses yeux,
Dans les… »
Mais les mots ne se prêtaient plus à être entendus,
Il disparut sans que personne ne le remarquât.
« Reprend tes esprits, ou je les prendrais moi-même »
Susurrait la folie qui
Foreign visitor tgThomas was sitting in class bored, when he heard about foreign exchange students coming to France from America. One of his new friends on deviantart was talking about the trip there, and found out that he was going to be at Thomass school. The major problem was that Thomas didnt know what Shadow looked like, so he thought it was going to be hard. Well, when the students arrived, one of the boys had a black shirt on, and on the back it said Shadow, with the number 13 below it. Thomas wondered if this was the same Shadow off of deviantart. So when the class was asked to go and meet someone, Thomas gave it a shot. Bonjour, said Thomas. What? said the guy. Sorry, I dont speak much English. Are you by chance PhoenixDaimon from deviantart? asked Thomas politely. Yes, I am, replied Shadow, You can still call me Shadow, okay? Okay, said Thomas. The two guys chatted for awhile, and then Thomas iForeign visitor tg5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Sea of DeathThe Sea of Death:The Sea of Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We weathered the dreaded maelstrom,
As the sea displayed her rage.
She danced like a fevered puppet,
Upon her deadly stage...
Within her swirling currents,
My men were cast aside.
Drawn into her hungry maw,
It was then and there they died.
Never had I seen such a thing,
It spoke of darkness before my eyes,
A serpent rose from the watery depths,
As lightning boiled from the skies.
It's screaming call was as a banshee's wail,
It stole the life from our shrieking lips,
Like the chilling touch of death itself,
We fell like slaves before the whips...
Darkness came and darkness went,
My eyes opened to the morning light.
I found myself on a lonely island,
Without a single man in sight...
"I think the worse part be that the rum was gone..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd January 2012
Goutte de vieIl y a la perle de rosée, au matin déposée, qui offre la vie quand l'espoir se perd dans l'aride désert.Goutte de vie8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Il y a l'éclaboussure de la cascade, qui nourrit la mousse et l'algue, et les rend glissants, qui rafraîchit le voyageur quand le soleil estival brûle la montagne.
Il y a l'embrun que le marin hume avec respect, dont l'odeur salée, si particulière, porte le souvenir des amis perdus en mer autant que la promesse de l'île paradisiaque ou de la pêche miraculeuse.
Il y a la pluie fine de la grande cité, qui salit les cheveux et rend la chaussée glissante, que les Citadins maudissent et que les jardiniers chérissent, car elle caresse la terre et la pénètre en douceur, sans abîmer les plantes, sans emporter l'humus fertile.
Et puis il y a l'armée de gouttes que les nuages envoient sur la campagne, car il faut bien remplir les lacs et les rivières avant qu'ils ne
A Glass of Total PoisonA Glass of Total Poison:A Glass of Total Poison3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is an issue very close to my heart, so I'll be putting it into rhyme:
Hang on a moment, STOP!
And think in the frame,
You pickin' up that glass,
With a hint of disdain.
Knocking back the shots,
One, two, nine, twenty!
You're pukin' in the alley,
And the scent is heavy!
Every moment that you pass off as some fun,
It's like you're playing tag at the point of a gun!
I'm sick and tired,
Watching you sink into despair.
Your life is in the gutter,
But you're already there!
Now how do you escape this,
What is the truth?
You're blinded by the lies,
That you think is the proof!
You lookin' down into the glass...
At a demon and it may be your last!
You better start waking,
To the smell of your breath,
Or the alcohol WILL,
Be the reason for death...
"There is no such thing, as a good poison..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st February 2012
Allison's RPG Rules, 77-100:Things Allison Beriyani is No Longer Allowed to do in an RPG, 77-100:Allison's RPG Rules, 77-100:2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
77. If we end up doing more damage than the terrorists that attacked at the royal ball, this will cause a penalty on my seduction check.
78. No making a full-body leather gimp suit for the dwarfish cleric, even if he really needs one.
79. I cannot take levels in Creeper.
80. Even though he is not technically undead, Slenderman probably isn't a cleric of Palor.
81. Cursed Items do not make good royal wedding presents, even if the bride really should be mine.
82. Will not suggest Plot to The GM that is worse than what he was already thinking, just because I don't feel like I'm leveling up fast enough.
83. Will not make the party spend more in-game time playing dress-up than in combat.
84. Especially if it's cross-dressing.
85. Will not beat the GM's political game with basic accounting.
86. When I solo a Shuggoth with my Non-Euclidian Vorpal Spoon, the game is over.
87. Anything that shoots projectiles of any sort is n
Laser GameAu début il n’y avait rien. Juste moi, ma routine, mon plumard et mon canapé. Je vivais sans ardeur, sans terreur non plus. A vrai dire, peut-être ne vivais-je pas vraiment.Laser Game2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Et puis elle est arrivée. Un éclair, un flash qui a bouleversé mon existence. Elle n’avait pas d’ombre, non, elle ne semblait faite que de lumière. Une lumière rouge, chaude, violente. Bouleversante. Je ne parvenais plus à m’en détacher, à détourner les yeux. Elle me subjuguait.
Parfois elle disparaissait. Alors je l’oubliais. Elle était pourtant là, quelque part. Une pulsion, un instinct, un effort insensé qui tendait tout mon être. Ensuite elle revenait. Habité de la même rage, du même désir, de la même passion je m’élançais à sa poursuite.
Elle me rendait fou. Mutine, insaisissable, elle se jouait de moi, me poussait
Karelle - Prologue FRENCHPROLOGUEKarelle - Prologue FRENCH4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
En ce début de journée ensoleillée, les rues de Marseille étaient en partie désertes. La chaleur de ces dernières semaines avait fait migrer les habitants des bas-quartier vers le port, dans une maigre tentative de profiter d'un vent venu du large. L'odeur rance et nauséeuse qui régnait depuis quelques jours dans les rues étroites de la ville s'était faite plus légère, balayée par une brise maritime inopinée et, ainsi adouci, l'air semblait respirable. Au loin, les cris d'une foule bigarrée se mêlaient à ceux aigus et plus aériens des mouettes qui planaient au-dessus de la cité. Le marché avait débuté très tôt dans la matinée, apportant à la populace une chance de faire taire leurs estomacs vides au profit de commerçants souvent trop désireux de s'enrichir.
Pourtant, désertant la place carrée avec une fougue peu commune, u
you have seven days to live.1.the news doesn't hurt:you have seven days to live.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's his eyes that hurt you,
the glimmer of his past
creeping in just like
his father used to creep in
at three a.m.
with a sin on his mind
and rage on his hands.
he waits for you to react,
but you don't
because he's suddenly seven again,
while mommy cries
in a ball on the couch.
2.you think time
is a funny thing.
people talk about it
like it is an object:
"I need more time," they say,
like they will go to the store later
and buy more.
but you know that time
is more like an ocean wave,
with an endless
pounding that continues
long after we greet the dirt,
and we want more time,
but time doesn't want us.
3.he tries to force you
into his wrists,
his ankles, his collarbone.
he thinks that if he
loves you enough,
he can save you.
you know that he can't,
so you cut through him
night after night,
searching for an exit.
4.sometimes death scares you.
you remind yourself that
no matter how much you want
Separation Ch.1Separation Ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They always said they would come back for me, and I believed them. Otou-san and Kaa-san would never lie to me. In every fiber of my seven year old body, I believed in my parents. After all, they promised me before I left. They never go back on promises. Just like the true shinobi and kunoichi they are.
Konoha was being attacked on an often occurrence lately, by some group called the 'Akatsuki'. The only thing I know about it is that they want something called a 'Kyuubi' that we have. I've never heard of it before though. Because of those attacks, a lot of the parents in Konoha sent out the younger children, including me, to other villages or relatives to live with, until Konoha was safe at least. That was 9 months ago though, that's what worried me.
I haven't set foot in Konoha since. I really missed it too. My oba-san and oji-san were kind and loving people to me, and I dearly appreciated the fact that they let me stay in their home. It's a non shinobi vill
TweetTweet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hope was killed after it sung "Tweet"
Why! I needn't wonder my dear beloved sweet
Your tears I tasted one dark night
Drenched in despair I almost lost my sight
Sweetness, on my heart do lie down please
With a rhythm as it beats, your sorrow just release
I see in you a bird locked in a cage
They shot you, a scar undying with age
How does it feel to live without living?
There is light but a grave you are digging
To music, my ears drown deep in non other than ecstasy
Your laughter is the song and your smile is what I wish to see
A beautiful painting more than the Mona Lisa
You are to me, when in their eyes you are a GISA
Should it tire the likes of you that much?
A low life or two discussing you while they munch
God gave you the kiss of life, that's a bless
Among others you are but a king and nothing less
Let me be thy hand young Sire
You know me well I am no liar
Your face I am yearning to wipe dry
From the salty water that left its track to die
You are a name so light on my tongue
Pony-HighSchool: Koopla ColorBurstApplication:Pony-HighSchool: Koopla ColorBurst3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name: Koopla ColorBurst
~Light Blue coat, and a black long mane/tail. Her eyes are light green along with her wrist bands that are on her 2 front hoofs. Large white wings that are on her back and dark blue pencil Cutie Mark on her flank.
~She is a happy, friendly pony that is open to making new friends! Koopla is shy at first, but when she becomes friends with somepony, she opens up to them. Koopla does have a VERY short temper, anger at your risk and DO NOT make fun of her name. Koopla LOVES drawing, music, and flying! She is applying for being in the Wonder Bolts and going to other flight camps in Cloudsdale.
Sexuality: Straight, is in love with a Earth Pony named Rocky
~Hanging with Friends
~Being Funny >u
Ender Experiment SpeciesThe Ender Experiment Species is a genetically engineered Enderman created in the G.M.T. Laboratory (Genetic Mob Testing Laboratory). They were created to be weapons to destroy all the normal mobs. They generally live a short live, as of now the longest average of time they live is about ten years. The reason for the short amount of time they get to live is because their blood is acidic and destroys their body, unless they drink the blood of another, the reason for this is that their black-ish, sticky blood attacks anything, but it will target something that is not from the Ender's body (including replacement Organs). The Ender's have a special organ that processes blood and puts it into their bloodstream, so that the blood doesn't have to destroy their stomach in order to get to the blood. Most Ender Experiments have wings and near completely black eyes, with the exception of a bright ring of color that tends to glow. They are NOT always like that, but most commonly made that. Their skEnder Experiment Species5 days ago in Profiles More Like This
She is not okay.She is not okay.She is not okay.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
High held chin wanting to sink back down.
Dry eyes open, wanting to overflow.
Perfect poise, wanting to be flawed.
She is not okay.
Her clothes are neat, with pleated skirt.
Nothing to prove she is ruffled.
Nothing but her tears.
She is not okay.
She is trembling toes and insecurities
Innocent soul in black shadow land
Tattered heart held out in hand, used, frayed, hated.
(Ready for any love it receives.)
She is not okay.
She is the daughter of despair,
Singer of melancholy
only to be loved by heartache itself.
She is not okay.
Polished rock in a sea of gems.
Broken melody in musical allegro.
Burning satellite amidst shooting stars.
The only reason she should cry should be tears of happiness.
Session 1 - Partie 1 : les ennuis alternatifsLa lecture de cette session et de la suivante sera peut-être un peu étrange, voire compliquée, car nous n'avions à l'origine pas l'intention de publier nos improvisations ni même l'idée que cela allait aboutir à quelque chose d'énorme. Il s'agit d'un copié-collé de tchat sans prétention mais le style va très vite évoluer à partir des sessions suivantes pour se rapprocher d'une forme beaucoup plus littéraire. Donc si jamais le contenu vous semble un peu léger à première vue : DON'T PANIC !!!Session 1 - Partie 1 : les ennuis alternatifs10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*C'était une belle fin d'après-midi. Une de celles qui donnait envie de se trouver le museau dehors à jardiner plutôt que de rester enfermé dans le Manoir. Le Félis gris, un sécateur à la main, avait donc tout naturellement décidé de rendre visite à ses fleurs et ses légumes. L'ennui, c'est que quelqu’un s'y trouvait d&
Welcome Home Prologue. ReturnWelcome Home Prologue. Return2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three years ago, I was separated from my team.
Ever since then, I've been trying to find my way back home. A fourteen year old girl, all alone, tried to get back home. And now, three years later at seventeen, I'm finally running back to the heavenly gates of Konoha that I've been dreaming of for so long. I've waited for what seems a lifetime to be here.
My short, bubblegum hair was now mid-back, and I have different clothing as well, but that didn't matter- I'm still, and always will, be Haruno Sakura of the Hidden Leaves village.
With each step I take, I get more nervous.
I had one person always on my mind while I was away, Naruto-kun.
I ran faster and faster, tears running down my cheeks. The bright and sunny aurora of Konohagakure was welcoming me before my comrades. Its humid weather gave me an odd sense of familiarity. The tall, ancient oak and pine trees surrounded me with its luscious scent. Just being here, made me at ease.
The tall gates of Konoha