SwordAndLegend, Episode 1, Simpler DaysSwordAndLegend, Episode 1, Simpler Days3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
YouTube channel: Sword and Legend
Video: Introduction & Vampires
(Camera opens to the smirking face of a young woman with straight black hair, slightly dark make-up wearing an Avenged Sevenfold shirt. She's sitting on a bar stool across from her kitchen counter, which overlooks the wide angled TV room. To her right is a picture window, adjacent to that is a sliding screen door that opens to a small side yard It's a bright, sunny day, and she's completely alone.)
Mal: What's up, YouTubers? Call me Mal. I live in beautiful Northern California and it's a beautiful day out today.
Mal: (puts her head to the counter rather hard and groans in exasperation)
(Edit cut, the windows in the background are closed and shaded)
Mal: (looks releived) Ah, much better.
Mal: I'm a bit of a gamer girl, so I haven't been in direct sunlight since 1990 until I moved out here to be closer to college. And this place has these huge picture windows. Don't get me wrong, the views are great, b
Harvest Moon: VaughnxChelsea ProloguePrologueHarvest Moon: VaughnxChelsea Prologue3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A young woman with brown hair and a red bandana tied securely around her head grumbled as music blasted loudly into her ear. Clutching the iPod in her hand she got up from where she was sitting. She turned her head out to sea, "I can't believe they tricked me. . . I knew something was up when they said I could go to the school of my dreams. Damn it. . ." the woman banged her fist against the metal bar of the boat and flinched, "Ouch! Ugghhh! I hate this!" She clutched her head and leaned down, her elbows resting on the bars.
The Captain, she forgot his name and didn't care to even know, spoke up, "Ya alright? You seem a bit annoyed. What's yer name, girl?" Sighing, the girl leaned back up and pulled one of her earbuds out, "I'm fine. . .perfectly fine." she said through gritted teeth, "And the name is Chelsea." The Captain looked at her and nodded, "Well, Chelsea. It's nice to meet ya. You're traveling pretty far from home. Parents alright with that, how old are you?" Chelsea
Rotten to the CoreIve been tucking saccharine dreams under my pillow since birthRotten to the Core6 years ago in Open More Like This
For safekeeping, storing them away in empty jars from sweet-toothed spiders
Disguised as nightmares that love confectionaries.
But innocence is too difficult to preserve when you are growing into your new adult skin
Some argue we have a natural tendency toward sin, I know we do.
I metamorphose into the same colossal grotesqueries that surround me,
Never bother to place my life in pause to think about the nature of my actions
I just act without question.
Walk willingly into the devils jaws to be devoured
Digested and defecated upon the dilapidated architecture of this worthless city,
A new criminal is born.
Those dreams I once treasured now run down the side of my mattress
Like syrup from a stack of pancakes down to the floor,
Feeding the same spiders and other ravenous insects I tried to save them from before,
I am rotten to the core.
Lyricist's Insomniatic MadnessI guess this is the partLyricist's Insomniatic Madness5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Where I start to write something clever
And surrender my mind to metaphors
But before I dive right in
And let this begin, just let me say
That someday I'll escape these places
Seeing unfamiliar faces with different expressions
Filtering dirty transgressions. We all have things to hide,
Different rules to abide by, blindly following what we're told,
No matter how old we may be or how little we remember.
I can't wait until December. One more month until a new year,
Change from first to second gear, full speed ahead,
One day I may be dead and all that will be left,
A grave bereft of meaning or flowers piled high,
Hold your sigh, don't waste your breath
On a man's death that was always afraid to live,
Never willing to give of his self to others,
Forget brothers in arms, I never meant any harm,
Sound the alarm and erase all of this, hit delete,
I feel so incomplete, big hole in my chest,
Failed to impress, can't take this anymore,
Say hello to the floor and close my
ParkourPushing the limits of society's realityParkour8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always moving; ever flowing
Reaching for new heights in order to be free
Kick off walls; never slowing
Opening pathways where others see barriers
Under the rail, off the building
Re-modelling one's paradigm of the world..
One Little Flower - Prt 1"What's the harm in one little flower?"One Little Flower - Prt 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The charming voice still rang in her head. How could she have been so blind? Completely unaware of the hidden lust laced in between each word he said. Looking back it had been so obvious. Yet he had lulled her into a false sense of security so fast, she barely had time to comprehend anything. What's the harm in one little flower? She was facing it right now.
The night air was considerably colder than it had been that morning or that whole day really. A young woman, perhaps the oldest of twenty, clutched the light black coat to her body. It was a futile attempt to keep herself warm. Needless to say, it didn't help much. She took long strides, wandering down the unusually empty main streets. She had considered taking the back streets, it would save her time. The less she was in this cold air, the better.
As she glanced down an upcoming alley way, she bit her lip. This young female had always been rather paranoid. People had poked fun of her, sayi
note to selfnote to self8 years ago in Open More Like This
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
flux a cycle
in the spiral
the meta-ternal datastream
of vicariously obtained wisdom
breaching the walls of delusion
lifting the veils of illusion
liberating the amusing
from the 'truth'
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
it's a cycle
I am just a boy...Ive got a lunch box full of pharmaceuticals,I am just a boy...6 years ago in Open More Like This
And a copy of The anarchist cook book
In my backpack just in case you want to start
Ive got a pair of brass knuckles,
And a switchblade knife
In my pocket, girls say I am the hottest boy
Theyve ever met.
I read Sigmund Freud, Friedrich Nietzsche, Jean Paul Sartre, Plato, Aristotle and Socrates during my spare time.
Ive read many manifestos written by the worlds most venerated criminals,
All while taking notes that have helped me
Come up with an antidote to rid the world
Of its disease.
But yet you still underestimate me
Because of how I look
It is a mistake you will regret ever making
I promise victory will be all mine.
One Little Flower - Prt 2Never had a girl been more terrified of a dream than that very night. Of course, such a naive girl, having never dealt with a slender before, she had no clue of the side effects. The odd illnesses, the memory loss, the nightmares. She had never experienced something so horrifying. And yet it came from such a simple dream.One Little Flower - Prt 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was just sitting at a local coffee bar, enjoy a rather sweet latte. Of course she had never really been a coffee person, she had to say the lattes here really hit the spot. She was wrapped in a warm sweater and a pair of black jeans. The latte helped to warm her frozen fingertips.
As she took sips, people would come and go but a certain man stood out from the rest. What was more terrifying was the fact no one seemed to take interest. This milk white man wearing all black, no face whatsoever and tentacles uncoiling and recoiling. This wasn't an average person. It was some terrifying thing.
However, he seemed to be so casual. He was sitting with a plate of sugary tr
Love BlossomsLove Blossoms3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's autumn again. I love the smell of the fallen leaves on the damp earth, but there is something else that I'm looking forward to this season. I start to braid my hair and sigh, Mikhail will be returning to town today. All of my life has been dedicated to my plants and research. Even when I was small I always helped uncle Mako on his orchard.
Why does he make me feel this way?
I watered all of my plants and ate breakfast before heading to town hall. I told myself I was just going to read, but I was also keeping an eye out for Mikhail.
I had to admit it; I missed Konohana after being gone for the entire summer. It was such a quiet little town and I could always find inspiration for my music there. Ina greeted me at the door as usual and helped me carry my bags to my room. I noticed that the shy botanist, Reina, was absorbed in her research like always. She glanced up when I walked in and I smiled at her. She quickly returned to her book and disappointed, I headed to
Lust pt. 1I was never the loving type, even if my name had a romantic meaning behind it. Lilly is my name. A name of a flower which often represented love in its early stages. Hell, I don't even act like a girl - I may look like one, but I think more like a guy, but that's besides the point. I had a boyfriend, and I won't even mention his name. It doesn't even matter anymore. He was abusive, hitting whenever he wanted. I got sick of it and finally hit him back, but it wasn't a good idea. I may think like a guy, but I am not strong like a guy. I'm a feeble woman, with not much strength. On the night I ran out of my ex's house, everything changed much quicker than I thought even possible....Lust pt. 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My bare-feet trudged upon the cold concrete. I should've gotten my shoes and my jacket. I was freezing, nothing but the cold breeze of the outside embracing me. My tank top and jeans didn't offer me much protection from the bitter, unforgiving breeze. I sighed, bringing my hands to my mouth an
Neil's RegretsEvery time I woke up in the morning, I always saw her face in my mind. It was such a hindrance to keep thinking of that woman every second of my life.Neil's Regrets3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was driving me crazy.
The woman was the one who brought me back to Echo Town. It was because of her that Dunhill found me on my travels and begged me to come back to that dreary hell-town. He wouldn't take no for an answer, so I took my Animals and grudgingly went back to Echo.
Dunhill told me that to thank her, I should give the new farmer her first cow. I never gave out my animals for free, but the man kept on insisting. He reminded me of a needy female, and to get him to stop talking I reluctantly agreed. When I got to the ranch outside of town, I was greeted by the bubbliest and most incessant woman I had ever met in my life. She was a few inches shorter than me but she stood up as straight as possible to try to make herself look taller. Her long brown hair was fashioned into two preppy pigtails that bounced up and down wh
I'm Perfectly InsaneHow's it feel to be insane?I'm Perfectly Insane5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Imagine being able to smell colors and taste emotions and feel sounds. I speak my mind and everyone calls it outlandish or I'm just that guy full of conspiracy theories. I promise you the sky really will fall down one day and I won't be there to save anyone. I'll watch out my window and secretly laugh inside because then I won't be crazy anymore; I'll be the one everyone should have listened to. Do you think I'm insane?
You asked me out the first time you saw me. You kissed me on our first date. You gave me your virginity after we were together for a month. You told me you loved me after I told you I was going to push you away. I kissed another boy at a party when you were out of town but you forgave me anyways. The stars are getting dimmer and the clouds are caving in and so are my ribs, yet you're still with me. How could I possibly think you were insane?
The first time I saw you, you actually saw me too. I kissed you because I thou
Ao Oni (HirOni) Fanfic Part 1Hiroshi POV:Ao Oni (HirOni) Fanfic Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
A month after the nightmare... Still his friends were gone. the only evidence of their existence were their heartbroken parents and their empty desks at school. Hiroshi didn't know what to do or say, he hadn't stepped forward to tell them about the experience at the abandoned house; who would believe him and not think him the suspect? The boy sighed and packed up his school bag, absently saying his good-byes to fellow students as he started his way home.
Ao Oni POV:
Anger was all he felt now...nothing else. The presence of the boy's friends only further angered him. He should have him there too...a silver haired Oni to stay with him forever in the house that he should have never been able to leave. Ao had previously thought his mansion an impossible puzzle to solve...especially with himself chasing whomever was trying to solve it. How could he know that the boy was so clever? Had he known...things would be different. Anger again.
Hiroshi didn't know what to do
The Poet's DreamLast night I dreamt that life was sleeping,The Poet's Dream7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a man held in his keeping
All the souls of all the dying,
Cold and crying, lost and lying,
Harvest of the reapers reaping
And Gods vacant sighing.
With troubled mind I paused his pacing,
Asked him, though my heart was racing,
Will I, sir, end here someday
With all these souls like pallid clay?
Tell me what it is Im facing
And whether I will end this way?
The man just laughed and turned aside,
But still the truth he could not hide;
Said, When you wake upon the morrow,
One day hence will fall your sorrow,
For nothing pushes Death aside
That you can beg or borrow.
I cried out then and cursed my fate,
Can I not my own Death abate?
A poet I, and think while living
What fair gifts I have been giving
To this world of fear and hate
With poems that breed forgiving.
If that is so, my child, he said,
Death may not be your lot when dead,
For though you soon must pass away
Lust pt. 6My eyes opened to darkness. I panicked, my arms feeling in front of me, and then to my eyes. Bandages? Oh yeah..I fell. Fuck.Lust pt. 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I see you're finally awake, that's good." A soft voice said. I turned my head in the direction of the voice. "How are you feeling?"
"Uhm...numb." I heard the nurse writing something down. I felt her fingers on my wrist. She was probably just checking vitals.
"It was quite a fall you took in the shower. Fortunately, the injury was only minor. You'll be out of her in a couple of days." The nurse said. That brought a smile to my face. I really only wanted to be home. But then I remembered why I fell in the first place, and my smile faltered. I remembered. I was raped. Forced against my will. I went silent, and soon enough I heard the nurse walk out, content with my current condition.
About 10 minutes later, I heard footsteps and smelt roses. I whimpered and tried to get up, but I was stopped by a hug.
"Glad to see you're awake!" Thank god...It was Cassie. She brou
Who Do You Love? (VxC One Shot)Who Do You Love? (VxC One Shot)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I don’t know where I was running, but I knew I had to get the hell out of there. Never in a million years would I admit it, but I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I hated to acknowledge it, but I had fallen for that silly brown haired rancher. At first I had seen her as a bother but now, well it doesn’t matter. She obviously doesn’t feel the same.
“So Chelsea, a little birdie told me what you bought at Chens,” Denny teased.
I blushed. “Well you shouldn’t listen to everything Popper says.”
He laughed. “Actually it was Lanna who told me.”
My eye twitched. “Remind me to kill her later.”
“Aww come on it’s no big deal, the whole town will find out eventually huh? “
“Well come on, let me see it!”
“I don’t know, what if somebody sees us and gets the wrong idea?”
“Ha as if! Everybody know
gambler's risk of lovegambler's risk of love5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Dont jump into a relationship unless your willing to fall
dont set such high standards when you know nothing at all
with such a high leap and no notion in sight
how will you know when Mr.Perfect is right
rushing and hurrying, with no time to think
this is about future- will reality sink?
this isn't a game, or a battle's own war
the loving affection to be adored
so hold your head high- and with it come risk
the battle of love is at a terrible miss
ClickclickclickStreamlined, incessant noise.Clickclickclick6 years ago in Open More Like This
It's all I know, don't you see?
This is all that's left of me.
Tattered,tearing at the seams,
Fraying edges, broken dreams.
Is that all we're meant to be?
All tragedy, no destiny.
Material, or happenstance.
Nothing real, no second glance.
And here's the silence, creeping in.
Too much to say, a bitter end.
The PoetThe silver tongue,The Poet6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That lies inside of my mouth,
Quick is it's wit and sharp is it's blade
I am a man of calling,
The silver tongue is but a tool,
The tool of who I really am, a poet
A poet cannot deny himself,
He must look at the world and ask why,
ask why and how, forever regardless of how rude
one plus one equals two,
And adding another one equals three,
Yet the poet asks, "How does singles become a double, or a double a triple?"
The very nature of divine,
And the very nature of the life, we all live
He is not satisfied,
With a simple, "This is how things are."
There is always more to a story than a single sentence
No tale of man or his belief,
Was ever summed up so easily,
It does no honor to The Odyssey, or to Beowulf
To end any tale as a simply is,
The Poet would never accept such droll,
It is no where near complete, just as a life story is not
But what point is a poet's tongue?
Why the same point as any gift, to be used!
A man of the mind must think, and he must le
The Organ Grinder's Monkey :Story:The Organ Grinder's Monkey :Story:3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jorge was an intelligent 12-year old boy, born into a family of equally intelligent people. His mother and father were both revered scientists, and travelled to faraway lands often, leaving Jorge under the care of his biologist grandfather and his aggravating over-achieving sisters. Despite his intelligence, Jorge achieved far less than he should and, his family convinced of a future doomed to mediocrity, was urged on to a (dubiously) Prestigious School for Gifted Boys.
Even in school, Jorge was not exactly well-liked, and shunned by the boys who excelled in sports and literature and manhood more than he did. His teachers looked down upon him (not for his height, which disappointed as well), having given up on salvaging the boy’s average grades. Jorge, for all of these factors, disliked formal education, and it was with a heavy heart that he returned to school on Tuesday, after a bout of fever.
Jorge used the same route daily. He left his home – a bungalow on a hill’s
Lust pt. 2I finally had made it home, sighing in relief at the warmth of my apartment. I glanced down at the chicken scratch on my arm and frowned. Should I even go? I don't even know this guy. Not to mention he didn't have a face, which was even more strange. I shook my head, I didn't want to think about this right now. Thoughts of sleep were filling my mind as I went into my room and grabbed a notepad from my desk, jotting down the address to google it tomorrow morning. Afterwards, I trudged to the bathroom and took a short, 15 minute shower. The warmth of the water calmed me down and eased the soreness in my body. After that, my thoughts consisted of nothing but sleep.Lust pt. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't even bother to wrap the towel around my body, I just walked out of the bathroom drying my hair with the towel. I couldn't help feel like I was being watched, but I didn't think much of it in the end. I put on my comfortable large T-Shirt and crawled into bed, sighing contently under the covers until I drifted off into
Chelsea X Vaughn pt 1Chelsea X Vaughn pt 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chelsea's heart began to race as Vaughn pushed her up against the wall. She closed her eyes as the herd of cattle thundered past. After the dust had settled she opened her eyes to see a very unimpressed looking cowboy. His purple eyes shot daggers, "And what do you think you're doing?" he harshly asked.
She shrugged. "I just thought I would come see where you worked."
Vaughn sighed. He was still standing with his feet and arms on either side of her. She looked cute, even when she was guilty. She was rubbing the toes of her boots together, which he had noticed she would do when she was nervous. She glanced up at him with her puppy dog eyes and a pouting lip. He felt his face flush and felt the impulse to kiss her. He quickly looked away and began to walk towards the gate.
She stayed on his heels and smiled as he mumbled, "Well I guess since you came all this way you
What Freaks We AreWhat Freaks We Are9 years ago in Open More Like This
What Freaks We Are
Clinging to this odd bio-sphere,
so different from anything in the universe.
Upside down, right side up,
it makes no difference.
Clinging to life;
what freaks we are.
We have created our own clock,
our own time,
our own laws.
We have microscopes,
We are artists and poets,
parents and children,
killers and thieves,
We are obsessed,
Are we cursed,
or are we blessed?
How difficult to really know.
We are pathetic bastards,
without a clue.
Clinging to life;
what freaks we are.
Tom Wilcox 06/27/06