FishFishFish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, my lovely fish
It gives me great joy to see you swimming
When I go on holidays I miss you and hope you are well
At night it gives me happiness to feed you and watch you
Every day you swim with your friend Silvie
Sometimes at night I like to listen to the sound of your pump
No other fish of mine has lived so long so that must be a sign that you love me
Even if you die tomorrow I will always remember you
Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of ima
16. Love16. Love4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"...let's grow old together," he said, nuzzling her neck. She laughed and curled her orange-tipped fingers into his palm. "Only if we still have ice cream."
Mama?Mama?Mama?4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was going to be a bad winter. Marquis could feel it in his hands, theyd never quite recovered, and tell by the way the blood was struggling to pump through them as the days got darker and shorter. He wasnt old by a long-shot Thirty next year, still good! but he completely sympathised when the old stable hands began their groaning. Powder white snow turned grey as he sludged through it, soot from his boots leaving a trail behind him as he fought his way to the main hall. All around him horses were being saddled and loaded up and men in uniform milled re
Gingerbread HouseThey were sitting silently on the counter, awaiting duty; 3/4 teaspoon of baking soda, 3 1/4 cups of flour, and 2 teaspoons of ground ginger.Gingerbread House5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She mixed them delicately, grinning to herself. The kitchen was her kingdom; where she resided and did whatever the hell she wanted. And, most of the time, she just wanted to cook. Her flour powdered hands rubbed quickly over her stark white apron as she hummed a nice little tune. Winter sunlight streamed in from the small window above the sink, but she could barely remember that it was February. The rip-off calendar next to the spice cabinet was five years old.
Her smile curled higher as she whipped
EvieEvieEvie5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Around you the log cabin is cosy. Its one of those picturesque little places in the mountains and, as always happens here in winter, its snowing hard. Youre sitting in front of a roaring fireplace with your back against the sofa (Though isnt it an odd through; a fireplace in a log cabin?). The rug beneath you is thick and your bare toes could grip at it were you inclined to try. A mug sits beside you on the floor, still steaming from the pot. The light is dim, your mates have crashed for the night and get real anal if you leave the lights on while they
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
The Fairy of the LeavesIn a forest long ago,The Fairy of the Leaves8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A place that is now lost in thorns,
There, an old tree stood
Where the forest's fairy was born.
Her wings resembled flowers.
Her flesh seemed to be of fine earth.
Day's light was in her eyes.
The gods knew she was of great worth.
The fairy was earth's guardian.
She cared for it and all it fed.
She lived up in a nest
Where her lute laid atop her bed.
The days were always pleasant.
The forest felt so warm and bright.
As long as she was there
Despite how late it was at night.
One day, she fell from the nest
For reasons we can't comprehend.
Screaming, Weeping, Dying...
She thought, "Is this how it will end
WingsOnce upon a time there lived a little boy named Georges, who lived in a magical kingdom full of beautiful winged people. Georges had a best friend named Francois, who was born without wings, and everyone in the kingdom rejected him except for Georges. Georges wanted more than anything for his beloved friend to have wings and be happy and accepted. One day, while silently walking through the magical forest on the outskirts of the kingdom, Georges happened upon a troubled faerie, whose foot was trapped under a large stone. He hastened to aid her. The faerie thanked him graciously and offered to grant him a wish: anything he desired. HoweveWings1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fairy Ring!I found fairy ring todayFairy Ring!1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eerie place for midnight play
Glow worms sit on midnight leaves
Stage is set, time to believe.
Audience ready, moonless night
Small creatures wait to see this sight
Wings flutter, sound like bees
Descend beneath guarding trees.
Into fairy ring they sweep
Beautiful dancing, souls could weep
Glow worms fall slowly to ground
Dying light, made no sound.
Fairy music does not last long
Just like twilight come and gone
Look with care you might see
Wild fairies sparkling hilarity.
The StreamThe Stream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sleep while I write this, and you dream, and I hope it's a dream you'll remember, because:
It is the complete darkness cut only by the fairy stream, the one I've taken you to before. I honestly have, and it would be bad form for you to have forgotten, but granted, dreams are tricksy that way...
But don't you remember it? I don't take your hand, it's unnecessary (but felt all the same), and you lift high, higher into the black, the starless night, the pure velvet interior of a dreaming mind, and there, and there --
Is the stream, running smooth and swift, its jelly depths smiling back with fairy lights, with all the Christmas a
A Whacked Up FairytaleOnce upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, a King ruled over a large kingdom with his beautiful Queen and perfect Princesses. The kingdom was prosperous because he was fair, and all knew of the wealth and happiness that the royal family held.A Whacked Up Fairytale1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, one day, the father, the mighty King, had to leave the kingdom on a quest to show the world his strength. He left, despite the Queen's pleas and begging, and then they were all alone.
The Queen, after the King's descent became sad and heartbroken so much so that she could barely leave the bed, of which the two rulers once shared. There was nobody to rule over the mighty land that was
Fairies DanceFairies DanceFairies Dance1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"The music is the wind that blows
while fairies spin on bare tiptoes,
and fireflies jewel up the night
reflecting fairies in their light."
(Dancing Fairies (Children):- C.J. Heck)
Flitting in on gossamer wings
That blink underneath the mourning moon,
Dancing as the crickets sing;
Morning sneaks up all too soon.
Watch them flit and flutter by
As the Weeping Willow grows.
See them dance like dragon flies,
Hear twinkles in the dead-night sky;
Prancing in their summer shows -
The music is the wind that blows.
'Round the toadstools they circle, bright,
Waiting for the moon's bright rays.
They'll dance an
Elegon FairytaleThe water was lonely. It ran from river to river, ocean to ocean, alone. Many of the creatures that lived in the water paid it no mind, continuing on with their own life, unaware of the water's. The water decided one day to make itself some companions, someone to flow and keep company with. The water watched many humans at its rivers and oceans and created, what the water called, Ulas based off of the females. Some were made of water while others were made of scales and flesh. The Ulas made the rain and took care of the sea and river life during the day, while they played all night.Elegon Fairytale1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, the air passed by the river and saw the Ulas pla
Once Upon A Fairy Tale There once was a family that lived in a small cottage near a river. The couple had a girl and a younger boy. However, in time the father argued with the mother many times until eventually the mother decided enough was enough and kicked the father out.Once Upon A Fairy Tale1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The father packed a lunch of bread and cheese and went on his not-so-merry way. He walked along a small woodland path that ran alongside the river. After a certain amount of time the path began to fade away into a dark and eerie wood. The father debated with himself whether to continue or turn back and pick a safer route. Before too long he heard small gentle whispers upon a breeze that passed his ear.
"Turn back Edward," they whispered "turn back and choose a safer path"
"A safer path would certainly be the wiser choice," the father agreed "however this unknown path would save time"
"Turn back, Edward," they advised "before the evil Goat Queen finds you. If she finds you she will ma
Lahr's childrenBased on the legends of the Dark Crystal,Lahr's children1 year ago in Settings More Like This
written by Susan Ramos.is a relation.
When Lahr and neffy and people found a new home,a place far, most remote to ward off the cruel and corrupt Skeksis.the gelflings built a new village,Lahr became the new chief of the village,and married Neffi and they lived happily.
Spent months and Neffi became pregnant and she is expecting her first child.
Spring arrived And is about to birth the baby,all the people were the home of Lahrand Neffi.Neffi suffered from pain but I had to push to remove the child kylia helps lift the baby and exited...was a beautiful girl.
kylie wrapped in a blanket to the littl