[Halloween] Vampire!Reader x Prussia: Artefact[Halloween] Vampire!Reader x Prussia: Artefact1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was sitting on the sofa drinking some red wine. My wonderful black dress matched my dark room.
"Oh, dear wine, how marvelous you are." Looking at the glass with admiration, I took a sip and looked at it again while gently shaking it.
"You're so red, like my prey's blood" I cynically chuckled and added. "You're so tasty, like my victim's neck."
I giggled and took another sip. "I wonder who will be this Halloween."
I closed my eyes for a little and opened them again. My precious red eyes looked around my dark room. I looked throught the window and smiled at the moon. "The moonlight it's so sad tonight."
I kept taking sips of my wine as I admired its colour and its shine. "You should be considered an artefact."
I spent some minutes alone describing the wonderful drink I had on my hands. All my thoughts and memories were interrupted when someone knocked at the door. I looked at the door and dropped the glass on the floor, making it to break.
"Miss Van Hellock?"
"Who dares to b
DA-PrologoDA-Prologo2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Michael siempre ha sido un niño diferente a los demás, dinámico, extrovertido y con una curiosidad infinita aunque esto no era lo que lo hacía diferente sino su astucia y sus preferencias ante todo. Nuestro pequeño Mike se ha metido en cada problema que ha podido pero no por lo normal sino que su curiosidad le llevo siempre a investigar los hechos, si desaparecía una galleta en el jardín de infantes él buscaba quien se la había comido llegando así siempre a su victoria. Pero la vida de este individuo nunca fue fácil, fue encarcelado un par de veces por intromisión a asuntos "policiales", también expulsado y regañado infinita de veces por su falta en clase o su discusión con los profesores en especial el de historia, matemática y deportes. Pero todo cambio cuando entro en la secundaria en un nuevo instituto, allí su vida tomo un camino distinto al que deseo.
El ya adolescente Michael de cabello pelirroj
wishes are for early mornings- -wishes are for early mornings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wish I could break you
because then there would still
be something to mend
i wish I could shatter you
into a thousand words
and to let myself get lost
in letters and numbers
i wish i could
let myself forget
where it ends
and where it begins
i wish I could freeze you
like the neverending
last month of winter
i wish i could forget
what it means to stay
and what it means
i wish I could watch
smoke turn into clouds
into blue rain
for burning autumn
but all I can see is white
and every breath
you don't take
like shattered pieces
on the floor
I Know What's Beneath the Snow Fields - ReviewHow many of the millions of fan fics on the internet are actually worth your time? The simple answer: close to none. This one is an exception.I Know What's Beneath the Snow Fields - Review2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I Know What's Beneath the Snow Fields is a novel-length Final Fantasy VII fan fiction written by, at the time twenty-something-year-old (now Doctor) Fatima Ali, known online simply as "Zahra". She started writing the novel in 1999 and finished it (with its 100 chapters) in 2005. It is written as a sequel to the Japanese role-playing game Final Fantasy VII, with a slight alternate universe feel to it.
It includes a portion of the original cast from the game, and one original character created by the author of the story. Cloud and Tifa are in the story, though mainly as side-characters, because the focus here is not on them this time. Our main characters in this story are Vincent Valentine; the quiet, brooding type with a dark past, and Aeris Gainsborough; a young, naïve and mysterious girl with a hideous secret. Anot
The devil is wearing whiteI promise to take you awayThe devil is wearing white2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fly you over the wings of time
Make sure that nothing will hurt
Your delicate skin
When everything yours is mine
My feelings are steerings
Hard to explain
Something here isn't right
I will be your savior
From now to forever
If you'll ask me tonight
I promise to take you away
Fly you over the wings of time
Make sure that nothing will hurt
Your delicate skin
When everything yours is mine
I've like a falling angel
God has taken my fragile wings
Then you came along
Like the devil dressed in white
Wanting to sing me a song
Talon 01The young lady stood proud in the centre of the hall, surrounded by a crowd of open mouths and shocked eyes. Two of the academy's finest recruits had been disarmed and knocked unconscious by the intruder, clad in what seemed to be some kind of dress made out of dead bears and leopards.Talon 014 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ten minutes earlier, this same young lady had stormed the Assassins' Academy single-handedly, taking care not to kill anyone while humiliating them all the same. No one smart kills an Assassin; exterminate one and all five million assassins in the world will make plans for your slow, painful demise, no matter who or what you were. An invincible dragon prince made that mistake once. He wasn't as invincible as he thought.
"What's going on? Who is this woman?"
The double-blow of questions were shouted by the Senior Lecturer of Explosive Combat, Anthony White. Dressed in his gray Lecturer's Uniform and armed with a few sticks of dynamite, old Anthony was expecting an armor-plated golem, considering all the c
The EndThe End.The End4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"And his body fell silent. As corpses should. The end." and the book was shut, with care.
"Wait, so what happened after that?" asked the bright one.
The reader said "Nothing. The story is over. Yamri died."
"Didn't he have relatives? I remember he had a sister."
"Yes, he did. She died in chapter four, along with everyone else related to him. The earthquake destroyed his whole tribe."
"Oh. Wait, what about Yamri's friend? Calcuin?"
"What about Calcuin?"
"He's still alive right?"
"What did he do after Yamri died?"
"He already said he was going to go to the city, to be a blacksmith."
"Wouldn't he figure out Yamri was killed by the army, and then swear revenge?"
"No that would not make sense at all. Yamri taught Calcuin that revenge was wrong, and Yamri himself said that he was going to face destiny."
"Are you sure there isn't an epilo-"
"No, damn it. There is no hidden epilogue. This is the end of the story. Yamri dies and his whole tribe goes extinct."
"No afterlife fo
Anna's PDA[Anna's PDA]Anna's PDA5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mission Log, entry 3341
Date: 4th August 2003
The Order of the Righteous Night has found Clarissa Intihar's location: A small city named Shoutingham, south of Washington DC. I have been assigned the task of bringing Clarissa to the courts for trial. She's been suspected of several murders, and we believe she's become addicted to human blood.
I have her address, No. 32, Westside Apartments, Stanton Street, Southingham. GPS already got it marked.
Righteous Night Datafile 0004:
HUMAN BLOOD ADDICTION
Vampires and humans are closely related, with the only real differences being sensitivity to sunlight, regenerative abilities, elongated canines and bloodthirst.
While popular media often portrays vampires as ones who suck on human blood, the truth is human blood is not supposed to be for vampire consumption. Rather, human blood actually causes more harm than good for vampires, and it is simply not neces
Be the Best Zutarians You CanWell, the Avatar series finale has finally aired, and I have to say I actually LOVED it! It was absolutely AMAZING!!! Even the Kataang ending was awesome, and that's coming from a die-hard Zutarian.Be the Best Zutarians You Can5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I am so PROUD of Mike and Bryan for following their dreams and creating this AMAZING saga. They were right in EVERYTHING that they did. If you've ever read my previous essays, you would know that my motto is "MIKE AND BRYAN ARE ALWAYS RIGHT!" And, it's true. They created it, so they knew what was best for THEIR story. NEVER say that they were wrong. It wouldn't be fair. How would you like it if you wrote this amazing story with an ending that you were so proud of, and then have people tell you that they hated it, and that you were wrong? It wouldn't feel too good, would it?
So, I have something to say to my fellow Zutarians. Please, don't be angry. Watch the finale, if you haven't already. Put shipping aside, and see Avatar for it's true beauty - the adventure, the friendship, the heartwarm
Broken Ouroboros - scene oneSullen clouds hung over the usually brilliant city of Maravale. Intricate wrought spires and extravagant bell towers disappeared into the unseasonable haze that blanketed the sky. Hulking at the edge of the city, dark and foreboding as the coming storm, was the massive Maravale Palace. On a normal day the palace shone, a pearl in the sunlight, its ornate flying buttresses, elaborate gargoyles and elegant grotesques casting careful, complimentary shadows across the pale facade. Under today's dull light the pallid structure crouched hauntingly.Broken Ouroboros - scene one6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Within the walls of the palace, under the controlled and carefully tended candles and lanterns, its glory shone as was intended. The artistic play of light and shadow was mostly lost on the swordsman standing in the vast, mostly empty, inner half. It did leave him wondering why the tall man standing nearby seemed so interested in the ceiling.
The two men seemed to have nothing in co
Broken Ouroboros - Scene 2Finding a specific person when all you have is rough knowledge of their location, such as 'the train station', is drearily difficult. Finding someone with only an exceedingly vague clue about where they are, such as 'the same continent as you', is so far beyond difficult that it is nearly impossible. But 'nearly,' by definition, is not 'completely,' so it could be done, had been done before, and would be done again. But it would not, di Marcole and Mr. Togorov had agreed, be happening again today.Broken Ouroboros - Scene 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Since they needed to return to the taverns they had stayed at the night before to fetch their belongings, they'd decided to meet up again in the morning; shortly after deciding to part ways for the evening they had discovered, much to Mr. Togorov's amusement that they had stayed at the same tavern. Di Marcole was less amused, counting it as a simple coincidence.
"Well, why did you choose to stay here?" Mr. Togorov had asked.
Di Marcole glanced at th
Where Am I? explanationsThe following is an essay of sorts, meant to explain the symbolism in the recent comic I've finished, "Where Am I?" (found here: http://mayuzane.deviantart.com/art/Where-Am-I-01-68755403 ) , as well as clarifying which interpretations of the storyline would be considered valid.Where Am I? explanations6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There are three ways to interpret 'Where Am I?':
1. It is the story of a girl whose life is far less than perfect, to the point that she borders insanity and in the end her life has been fast-forwarded instantly from teenager to complete adulthood. Her final question represents her calm confusion.
2. It's the tale of a girl, one without a father and near-daily emotional torture, who tries her best to escape from her reality and in the end she dreams of things to come, giving her hope. She asks "Where Am I?" because she doesn't feel familiar in a world where everything seems in place.
3. The first part of the story is actually the memory of a famous author's troubled teenaged years, replayed in a dream
Cockroach Haiku. In Memorium.Cockroach Haiku. In Memorium.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Cristin killed a roach,
a noble one as can be,
she will pay dearly
Laurin is a bitch,
or so Cristin likes to say,
Syphillis says Roach
Calmly watch me bathe
Cooler than I, O cockroach
Perversions price high
Fight though I have won,
Offwhite roach on offwhite wall,
Legend favors thee
Though nasty and odd,
the cockroach is elegance,
fuck all your poodles
"More Than I Could Ever Give"Heart torn in numerous peices,"More Than I Could Ever Give"8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pain filled gaze to your new affair,
My sorrow and tears refuse to cease,
I have lost my love, the boy of raven hair,
Moments gone in never ending time,
Fond memories fade into past,
It feels as though you were never mine,
Once your first thought and now your last,
Heart Broken by your embrace,
I have lost my will to live,
My love, how will I live without your smiling face,
I'm afraid, she has more than I could ever give...
I Can't Talk Right Now, I'm Underwater - Chapter 2Chapter 2I Can't Talk Right Now, I'm Underwater - Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Long Day's Journey Into Night
War was closing in on all sides of Europe. Every day the newspaper brought more terrifying tales of what Hitler and the Axis powers were doing, reaching their tendrils far and wide to gain control of more people and more countries. The USSR entered into a neutrality pact with Germany in August 1939, but anybody who knew anything about that skunk Adolf should have known what a signature from him was worth. He invaded Poland a month later, and World War II was officially underway, and supposedly, dear old Mother Russia was going to be mercifully excluded.
I was a little too young to fully comprehend what was happening, but I was still on edge. All I knew for sure was that there was a lot of bad stuff going on in the world and I didn't want it coming to my doorstep. Most of my classmates weren't worried. "The Soviet Union is neutral, remember?" t
Glory Gage: Intro♋ GLORY GAGE ♋Glory Gage: Intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This story takes place on an alternate world where the color of your blood determines your class and your worth. From highest class to lowest, it is tyrian purple, magenta, violet, blue, azure, teal, jade, green, yellow, orange, red, and bright red. Our character happens to place at the lowest of low having, bright, mutant red blood.
Our character, known as the Sufferer, has recently escaped the highblood prison in which he was sentenced to life for attempting to overthrow the caste system. He had the aid a former friend, a peasant of red descent, to make his break. His friend, the Vulgaria, used a psionic power only granted to her to break him out. She was at the risk of losing her head for doing so, but she did it in spite of her master, the Expatriate. The Expatriate is of high class, being blue blooded. Coincidentally, the Expatriate is the warden of the prison and the ruler of the village the story takes place in.
The Sufferer, making his recent escape,
Wasted In A Wasteland Ch.1 The town was dead, quiet, and just about torn apart. The air smelled of rotten flesh and smoke. You could hear the crying and moaning of wandering witches. Torn building acted as hiding places for the pouncing deadly hunters. Brown hair matted against her cheeks with blood. With incredible flexibility she reached a bar and pulled herself to the high room which had no staircase below it. Lately with all these horrible buildings, she had been depending on her small limber body to get her into things. She clutched her auto-shotgun closely, pressing it against her chest. She sniffled and snuck into a room from the hallway. It was dark and smelled of rain. Of course. It was dry but smelly. Only she could find such a place. Sighing softly she leans against the stained drywall. "Lets call it a night..." she whispers to herself closing her green eyes.Wasted In A Wasteland Ch.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An Atheist Speaks.the world was not created for us, we are all just humans another being in this planet all we do is hurt the animals and hurt the earth we happened to be born in, god is not real. he did not make the galaxy, we do not deserve to see the beautiful constellations or to hear the adoring sounds of nature we are not worthy for we are all in the end arrogant, stubborn, heartless creatures that should've died before we arisen in life. pardon the offense to all the stubborn religious beings that only prove my point that we are stubborn and take pride in the stupidest things. we all deserve hope and deserve to want faith in life but praying and degrading yourself to a man in the sky isn't the way. why live in fear of someone watching, it only brings self hate. do not torment yourself smile and look past religion look at the sky the animals the cool flowing rivers the lovely sound of the rain. look at the things that help you drift away and feel good, look at life. the real life. not the city orAn Atheist Speaks.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Fortune songMy name is Miss Fortune,Bilgewater's my placeFortune song1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll get on my strut,don't try to chase
My guns be blazin`
I'll make it rain!
You think you can beat me in solo queue?
No prey,no pay
The fun begins in every way
I don't favour fools,my love is tough
Set sail! I'm gonna be rough!
You think you can handle me in summoner's rift?
You're nothing but a powder monkey,if you catch my drift!
I know what I'm doin'
I know I'll be killin'
With Shock and Awe...no more words to rhyme
Oh fuck it,
IT'S BULLET TIME!
I'm the bounty hunter,and I always shoot first
Just flash and better be lost!
Aww,you're all alone..
Not a problem,you'll respawn at home!
ZbuciumFather into your hands, I commend my spiritZbucium1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Father into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?
Dimineţile mele au acum gust de buze. Neverosimile, desigur. Criza aceasta s-a întins încât a muşcat şi din iubire. Da, e criză de iubire pe străzi şi oamenii umblă hoinari urlându-şi jumătatea. Ţipătul e mut. Ne căutăm în ochiii străinilor şi încercăm să ne simţim prezenţa în bătaia altor inimi. Tic tac. Pulsează-mă iubite, spre altă lume, fericită. Întinde-ţi braţul şi sărută-mi ochiul. Căprui de-ar fi al nostru nume. L-aş scrijeli în fiecare atom. Încât întreaga lume să fim noi. Lacrimi evadează din cerul alb. Doliu. Zbuciumul nostru s-a extins spre ceruri şi arde Rai-ul. Unde mai este Dumnezeu? Îşi caută şi el iubirea? Viaţa? Tr
Una via atea alla RedenzioneUna via atea alla Redenzione2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Una via "atea" alla Redenzione
Dopo Incomunicabilità e Inanità, la condizione umana è subordinata anche alla Colpa e al Rimorso, mannaia che colpisce corpo, spirito, Io.
Vi è una sorta di dissacrante uguaglianza nella ripartizione della Colpa:
Siamo tutti colpevoli di qualcosa nei confronti di qualcuno.
- Colpevoli di arricchirci a scapito di qualcunaltro (pensiamo a una rapina che finisce in omicidio)
- Colpevoli di violentare fisicamente/verbalmente qualcunaltro (da intendersi anche in senso figurato, pensiamo per esempio a situazioni di mobbing in ufficio, o al bullismo nelle scuole)
- Colpevoli di salvaguardare il nostro benessere a scapito di qualcunaltro (per esempio, il benessere di pochi privilegiati in Europa a scapito della stragrande maggioranza di poveri del "Terzomondo")
- Colpevoli di non saperci sottrarre (pensiamo a situazioni di dipendenza e di abuso di sostanze quali droga o alcool)
COLPEVOLI DI ESISTERE in definitiva.
La Colpa si abbatte, e succes
InanityInanity2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There are lancinating aspects of the human condition.
"A fragile falling of leaves" no purpose other than to attend his own defeat;
no other purpose other than to have to die
(see the point in the role of death in the Christian perspective:
Sacrifice-own gift- Redemption / Atonement- "in the blood of the innocent Lamb")
because living, or more precisely, to survive, it is only the incessant dying.
If there is one truth in the Bible, is precisely that
"dust you are and dust you shall return"
as the rest, also expresses the same name "Adam", "soil", "clay";
Dust thinking, that's what the human being.
Dust thinking, constantly exposed to choices to make
(and we remember Sartre's brilliant paradox "if you choose not to choose, you chose, however, one can not choose")
but somehow, it is the action, having to act, to provide greater anguish,
and the rest is just acting that there is a possible choice to act for good or for evil.
I I b
La Poesia SepolcraleLa Poesia Sepolcrale2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fin dall'inizio della sua esistenza, l'uomo si trova solo di fronte al più grande interrogativo filosofico e religioso:
Perchè esiste la Morte?
Soffermiamoci ad analizzare come alcuni poeti hanno estetizzato la Morte attraverso poesie che sebbene venate dal
pessimismo più nero, hanno anche ribadito un forte sentimento di estasi, spesso erotica, di fronte non solo a pallide
fanciulle vergini decorate da gigli e sudari, ma anche di fronte al Sublime rappresentato dalle tombe, dei cenotafi e
dai paesaggi sepolcrali.
In Letteratura e Arte abbiamo notevoli esempi di paesaggi cimiteriali lambiti dal chiaro di luna.
Ne abbiamo già traccia nella Poesia Barocca, nel Pre-Romanticismo,e nel Romanticismo Nero.
Rodrigo Caro, poeta del '600, così esprime la sua estasi di fronte alle Rovine d'Italia:
"Mostra del suo sepolcro alcuni segni
e scaverò con lacrime le rocce
che celano il Sarcofago santo"
"Cerco i deserti, le rupi sperdute, le foreste ine