O Christmas Tree - LimerickMy Christmas tree, shining brightly,O Christmas Tree - Limerick8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
shouldn't, I say, be taken lightly:
the decos are crazy
we shoulda been lazy;
too bad if you hate unsightly!
Jack Frost - Alone in the WorldJack clutched his staff tighter. Come on, he thought. Just one more time. If she could just see me for a moment...Jack Frost - Alone in the World2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
‛There! There he is! Do you see him this time?!' Elisa shouted to her friend, Penny.
‛The boy I was telling you about.'
Penny squinted her eyes through the fog to see where Elisa was pointing. All she saw was the statue of the pioneers of Burgess. There was no one there.
‛Stop playing around,' Penny said.
‛I swear, he was just....' Elisa couldn't deny that the pale figure had now disappeared. ‛He was just like in my dream. He was wearing a blue hoodie...and he was holding this staff...and he had hair as white as-'
‛Elisa, come on. Let's go,' Penny sighed. ‛We'll be late for class.'
Elisa's eyes stayed near the statue for a moment longer before she too sighed and shook her head. Impossible, she thought. He couldn't have really been there. She only imagined it. She knew she only saw that boy in her dreams.
A Touch of Frost (Jack FrostxReader)A Rise of the Guardians FanfictionA Touch of Frost (Jack FrostxReader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Touch of Frost
It was cold and lonely in your house as you sat by the fireplace, a thick, leather-bound book cradled in your lap. Winter had sprinted across the land’s hard surface, sprinkling snow and beauty across the grounds and fields. The next city was draped in winter’s curtain of snow, but your town had yet to be visited by the winter chill. You eagerly awaited it with your trusty book beside you.
The book, however, lay in your hands, ignored and completely forgotten. It was the fireplace that had drawn your attention, and it was only when the flames decided to dismiss you, dimming and curling unto themselves in a little pile of ash, would you look away from them.
The warmth of the flickering reds and oranges washed over your bare feet as you edged slightly closer to the fireplace, looking deep into and beyond the wavering golden tails of the flames. It was as if the fire were speaking t
Rowan Berriesthat morning was colder than ice but warmer than deathRowan Berries1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
facing the rising sun, the boy stood there at the bus stop
trying to make out the patterns in the rising fog
find a rationale, a rhyme in the shape and a reason in the flow
words in the conserved momentum and convection
there was none, so he first sang the song of a nightingale that he could have been
then embraced the asymptotical chaos and ate the frozen rowan berries
plucked them straight from the tree, inflorescence turned into poison
their bitter taste softened by the advancing frost and the fallow of November
there were no feathers or plumage, no songs in a hundred tongues
no revelatory maiden flight or a migrationary pattern
instead there were seeds, clustered in fours and growing into seedlings
unpredictable outgrowths of small trees taking their root in his flesh
a transformation of dreams and visions and thus of the highest order
divergence from the pre-chosen path, carefully cast circles broken
and transdendence that wou
Protection and ResponsibilityPirate Captain Arthur Kirkland burned down ships, stole treasure and attacked towns. He knew how to do that pretty well. Did he know how to raise a child? The answer would be a big, fat NO.Protection and Responsibility3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Englishman encountered the child while conducting an attack on a ship. He was a ruthless man who would kill anyone who dared obstruct his path. However, he would never hurt a child, and if he had known this ship had a child on board he would never have targeted it.
He found the little boy cowering away from the crew behind a barrel. The boy had fair hair with a stubborn strand that seemed to defy gravity by standing up straight, and his eyes were as blue as the sky itself. His cheeks were rosy and tear-streaked and his lips puffed out in a cute little pout. He wore a white nightgown with a red bow around the collar and in his hands he clutched a stuffed toy in the form of a white bunny. Even though he would never ever say this out loud, Arthur thought the child looked adorable.
For the first tim
Consent to Die HorriblyConsent to Die Horribly4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Documenting Consent to Die Horribly*
This document represents a tongue-in cheek but nonetheless entirely legally-binding agreement between ____________________________ (hereafter, the VICTIM) and Ian Struckhoff (hereafter, the WRITER)-wherein certain considerations are exchanged to the end of the WRITER creating a sequential art story or graphic novel (hereafter, the COMIC) in which a representation of the VICTIM will die horribly, or otherwise suffer as outlined below.
II. WRITER'S PROVISIONS
The WRITER agrees to write the script for a COMIC, in which the VICTIM will die horribly, appear as a zombie (who is someone who has clearly previous suffered a similarly tragic end), experience suffering ranging from slapstick embarrassment to gruesome mutilation, or some combination of the above.
Examples include-but are not limited to-being represented as a zombie who dies horribly at the hands of a hero, an evil mastermind, or a natural disaster; being represented as a hapless vict
Empty FlamesHot. He was so hot. He kicked off the blankets and yawned, taking in a lungful of smoke. Smoke? His eyes snapped open as he coughed heavily, stumbling out of bed. The room was filled with thick, oily black smoke.Empty Flames1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where's the damn alarm? he thought.
He glanced at the bed. Madelyn's side was still made. She must have fallen asleep in her office again. He hunkered down on all fours and made his way to the door, touching it gingerly to test if there was fire on the other side. It was warm, but not hot, so he opened it and inched out.
The whole house was swamped with smoke, making him splutter and choke. He glanced towards Maddie's office and groaned in anguish, seeing it consumed by fire; his wife was lost. He ground his teeth and quickly turned his thoughts to his children.
"Erika! Daneen! Patricia!" He called out his daughters' names, terror and desperation cracking his voice.
And that's when the screaming started. He saw the flames licking up the wall and he could hear his girls shri
Daddy's GirlNight was falling through the Ironwood, bringing with it the damp chill of another winter night. Loki had never minded the cold, and as darkness fell he could be found lying in the grass at the edge of the forest, mindlessly counting the stars. The children were away; he wasn’t sure where, but he trusted them to stay out of too much trouble. It had been a long time since he’d had an evening to himself.Daddy's Girl1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had nearly dozed off when the sound of velvet paws padding across the field brought him back to himself. Fenrir. He stood slowly, stretching as he watched the wolf cub close the distance between them with huge, effortless strides. He smiled, proud of his son as he was of all his offspring.
“Father,” Fenrir greeted Loki, sitting back on his haunches as he reached his destination. Even so young, his shoulders were already level with Loki’s head. He gave a playful grin. “Found you!”
The RequestShe's a prodigyThe Request5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With technology and keen psychology
She knows ins and outs of ups and downs
She's scratched vinyls of Pixies and Insane Clowns
She's like Atlas, bearing the brunt of her circumstances
With Freudian sips and Machiavellian dances
Her words flow like Cristall and convicts' second chances
Her her mic'd lips and mind trips will warrant your glances
When she speaks nature's harmonizing
Planets aligning, religion synchronizing
Resounding from skyscrapers and grimy streets winding
From the boulevard she stops the city from grinding
She steps to the lane and romances your brain
Like sugar fine-grained, a silky Citizen Kane
Knowing just the same you'll never feel pain again
She's losing her sanity
Her dreams drowned by gravity
She sings the hymn of urban calamity
With a homegrown sense of impersonal depravity
A need to escape to the land of milk and harmony
To let crumble the sickening bricks of urbanity
To spread her gospel with urgent alacrity
To shatter e
Sown by The WaysideI see the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God...Sown by The Wayside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In pages of papyrus being flipped and turned by the modern Bereans.
While a man speaks out fire and brimstone. (This act is not out of hatred and) It is not directed towards Me only those who covered in filthy rags buried underneath expensive formal clothing. But his lord sees my burning in the unscathed wooden pew. he also sees the double edged broadsword nested deep in My chest skewering My heart. My own sword that I once wielded.
i plead to the Lion of Judah for mercy and the Alpha grabs the hilt and the Omega removes the blade and sets it back in my right hand.
my open chest exposing the division between joint and marrow, soul and spirit.
The Chief Priest lays his hands healing my wounds and cleans the infections.
And before departure he commanded Go forth and sin no more
This He told me seventy times seven times
Frenimies-Chapter 1CARTER'S POVFrenimies-Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I always knew there was something different about her. I just didn't know how different. I was never expecting the mess that I was about to get myself into.
She showed up about three months ago, a lonely girl with no memory. She didn't look like much, just a girl on the streets, living off what she could. When she showed up at the Brooklyn house, her jeans were in tatters and her shirt a mess. She had no shoes and she was stick-thin. When she'd seen me coming out, she had ran to me, showing me an amulet around her neck-the symbol of Isis.
She'd said that she'd gotten our message and came, she said she would've been here faster if the monsters hadn't been following her, trying to get her. She had outrun them long enough for her to find twin bracelets. She said that she'd felt drawn to them, that she found them by fate. She had put them on, and they entwined around her hands. Later, when she met a monster, she clicked the gems together and they had turned into silver daggers
Cassandria the Assassin chapter 1 (R M)My body was losing a lot of blood.Cassandria the Assassin chapter 1 (R M)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The white quilt that was wrapped loosely around my body was soaked in the scarlet liquid. I had a battle with my endurance; I tested how much blood a person needed before unconsciousness took over. My serrated, swollen were wounds crossed with black and blue blemishes, each one telling a short story of how they happened in almost an instant without mercy. I gritted my teeth and forcefully shook my head side to side, prolonging my knock out that should have been executed hours ago.
Seeking comfort, I brought my sore legs up to my stomach, curling myself into a frail cocoon position. The pain that existed through my veins never ceased; it felt like my blood was replaced with crippling poison. My heart thumped my chest, wanting and longing for a break from the mixture of lingering adrenaline and hatred. I felt broken, yet I resisted. The smell of iron loitered in my nostrils and a putrid taste of phlegm bleached my throat. Every night after training, I w
The Merovingian Prince 4.1Chapter 4: A Night in CampThe Merovingian Prince 4.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the sun retreated, the music played on. These Wanderers seemed to lose all concept of time when their instruments were in hand. When all of the world was falling to slumber and the quiet blanket of stars ushered the moon to the sky, this band of individuals came alive in ways different than the day. It was not a strict or sterile affair, as many music recitals had a tendency to be. Violina could clearly remember the stiffness of audience and performer alike, as well as her mother's scolding looks should she show too much enjoyment or interest in the program. Such was not the case in this camp; in fact, it was quite the opposite. Anyone was allowed to sing along, there were conversations carried between musicians and viewers during the music. Laughing, running, joking, eating, drinking and anything else under the sun and moon were allowed, encouraged and welcomed. &
His Favorite Kind of Day This was Percy’s favorite kind of day. It was the beginning of summer, the sun was warm and blindingly bright, and he’d just arrived at camp a few days ago. He’d spent the morning training with some new campers, which was always a favorite activity of his. (Annabeth claimed it was because he loved to show off. She was probably right.) After that, he threatened to throw his girlfriend into the lake fully clothed if she didn’t take a break from her plans for Olympus right now and go swimming with him. She finally consented. He threw her in anyway.His Favorite Kind of Day1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
After she got over her initial anger and annoyance, she smiled playfully and beckoned for him to swim over to her. She wrapped her legs seductively around his waist and rested her lips gently, teasingly against his. “You know, I’m gonna make you pay for that later, Percy Jackson.”
He pulled her even closer and knotted one of his hands in her wet hair. “I wouldn’t
FemHawke x Fenris: The RitualThe RitualFemHawke x Fenris: The Ritual3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story Elements: drama/comfort/angst
Pairing: female mage Hawke and Fenris
Synopsis: Fenris and Hawke discuss the ritual that Fenris endured at the hands of the magisters/Danarius. Descriptions of the ritual with back and forth between the two. Implied Romance.
Hawke took a seat next to Fenris at her desk in the library. He had chosen a book about lyrium of all things. Such dry reading.
"Why lyrium Fenris? I thought you wouldn't want a book discussing something so... close to home," Hawke said gently as she flitted her eyes to Fenris' markings. He must have caught her glance.
"And why not Hawke, I shouldn't care to know more about what was carved into me?" He retorted. Hawke recoiled a bit from his gaze. He must have caught that, too.
"I'm sorry. It's just, this book has so many uses for lyrium. How Templars use it, how mages use it to augment their powers, but nothing about it being bran
Idle TimeYou're all I ever knew of loveIdle Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a string tied to my soul
pulling me away
meticulous and beatific
driving a poem
through my heart
you're all I ever knew of love
Embrace The Demon PriestessEmbrace The Demon Priestess2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the animal biosphere, the harshness of nature and predators serve to cull those weak of body. For humans, religion and society serve a similar purpose: they organize into predominantly hierarchical structures so that collective weakness of mind is minimized.
The tragedy of humanity is that we have no predators for the weakness of spirit - unfortunately, self-responsibility never truly caught on the way sociopathy did.
- Dreamer's Handbook
The woman suspiciously eyed the offered bag. "What's that?"
"Two days worth of food rations and a bottle of clean water," Leona said. "Here, just take it!"
The woman ruffled her unkempt hair while mulling over. "And what would I have to do in return?"
"Nothing at all! It's a gift."
She grabbed the bag from Leona and held it firmly against her chest. After long seconds of no one trying to take it away, she muttered a 'thank you'.
Leona smiled. "Don't thank me; thank the demoness EnrRrei, who mad
Dark Chapter 4: Piggeh ProblemsI tried to shake the thought from my head while I was sleeping. No No love is a weakness it hurts people and is a horrible thing I told myself before drifting off into a much needed sleep. I woke in a dream but I was still in a bed strange I thought. I hopped up from the bed and began floating lightly instead of walking. I looked down a long dark corridor with a light at the end "Well It's just a dream right?" I walked down it cautiously as a voice began to whisper to me "You know you love him..." I began to argue with it "I-I do not! Love is a weakness! I can never love!" "He is your soul mate..." Anger boiled up inside me because I was trying to deny something I couldn't "Look leave me alone!" I screamed running but seeming to get no closer to the door. I looked down as I panted hearing the voice get closer "Let you heart decide." "NO!" I retorted before looking up again. I was startled I was at the door now as it opened by itself. A blinding light shone through to the darkness and SDark Chapter 4: Piggeh Problems2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Scout and the Crab chp.15Chapter 15 - Evil has a faceThe Scout and the Crab chp.153 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was evident that the BLU Scout didn't like the new BLU Spy. The boy was still convinced the old Spy was going to return soon, and with the new arrival, things were just getting worse for him. Although the BLU Medic tried to talk to him about having to accept the fact their previous Spy was gone, the Scout refused to believe that and separated himself from everyone else just to cool down. He sat on his bed and looked out the window; His room looking over towards the RED base. He knew the Spy was there.
'It eez a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Petit' The new Spy was younger then the old Spy, not by much but his voice made the Scout think he was in his early 30's, perhaps late 20's even. Maybe 28, 29, Scout was just guessing. His voice had a thicker French accent and a fake smile that was always plastered on his face. 'I look forward to working wiz' you'.
Scout shivered slightly, just hearing the new Spy's
Dark Chapter 8: Wait! We had begun walking around yet again but this time it seemed there was something. It didn't seem bad...in fact it felt warm. I realized Stephano's arm had begun to weave around my waist lovingly. I blushed a lot and I tried not to ask but it slipped out "W-What is he doing...?" I accidentally said out loud. "Oh I'm sorry Milady..." he blushed and tried to untangle his arm from my waist but I wouldn't let him. "No! I mean haha...It's okay I'm just a bit confused...What is this gesture?" I replied looking happily confused. "Oh uhm..." He blushed trying desperately to come up with something "I-I guess it an affectionate act. I am protecting you from the darkness of Brennenburg." He offered a warm smile and I returned it.Dark Chapter 8: Wait!2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We walked like this for a long while until we came to a flight of stairs. Stephano let out a bit of a startled gasp. "W-What?!" I asked obviously scared as well. "Oh t-this is the watered down basement...just don't go into the water. P
Pewdiepie Fanfic Chapter Two "H-Hello? Is- is anyone there?" I asked with a nervous voice. I don't know how i got into this strange place. It's old and filthy. The last thing i remember was going to bed last night. I'm just an average Swede who loves to play video games. Now? Now I'm in a small, strange cell.Pewdiepie Fanfic Chapter Two2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's VERY small actually. The only objects to accompany me here are the mattress I awoke on and a dirty, soiled bucket. I guessed it was my 'bathroom.' The bucket is turned upside down with stains of who knows what covering just about every inch of the horrid thing. I dare not touch it.
I repeated my question since no one had answered. Maybe I was just imagining those crashing sounds. A couple of seconds after I spoke, a man with a French accent answered me. He spoke very fast. Some of what the man had said I did not catch, but finally he calmed down and told me his name. He
The Scout and the Crab chp.19Chapter 19 - You're WelcomeThe Scout and the Crab chp.193 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Take in that sweet, all-American mountain air, boys!" The Red Soldier announced proudly as he stepped off of the train onto the Coldfront Station platform and inhaled deeply. "Ah! Beautiful!"
"Smells like one of my air fresheners after a typhoon." Sniper commented, sniffing the air tentatively as he looked at the patches of frost that speckled the station floor.
The Soldier shot a paranoid glare at the Aussie from over his shoulder. "Oh right, you're from the Outback. They don't get snow, do they?"
"Well, there was this one year when-"
The Sniper remained quiet, only shaking his head and sighing as he watched the pompous American strut off. At least he and the others had finally stopped making snarks about him being a possible homosexual. Perhaps it was the Scout's constant- but other wise random- outbursts that helped put an end to the rumor. It was still going to take some time for everyone to feel comfortable around him a
BARRELS!! Ch1BARRELS!! Ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A side note: Everyone is Human in this but some barrels. Like Mr. Chair, Stephano, and Broom.
It was just another day for Pewdiepie in Amnesia. He walked around, looking for his friends. "Hey, Pewdie!!" a Familiar voice yelled. When Pewdie reached where the voice had been yelled from, he found Shovel, leaning on a Barrel.
"Hey, Pewdie!" Shovel said.
"Shovel! You're working with the Barrels now?!" Pewdie shouted.
"Hahaha, He's one of us Pewdie!" A Barrel said.
Pewdie couldn't believe it, one of his own bros had turned on him. "But, But why Shovel?" Pewdie asked sadly. "Well Pewdie I've gotten tired of you, your screaming. You never hang out with me anymore!" Shovel got up and looked Pewdie in the eyes. "But, Shovel-" Pewdie said but was cut off by Shovel. "But, Shovel NOTHING! Go away..." Shovel said and kicked Pewdie. Then walked off into the darkness.
"Hello, Pewdie." a Female voice said. When Pewdie turned to look it was lantern. "Hey, Lantern. Nice to see you, you aren't working wit