The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 615/09/96 –8:53am – Unknown Reality
The world around the three travellers seemed entirely still as they trudged through the empty, damp grasslands, their stomachs rumbling – with the exception of Vernus, of course, who simply darted his eyes around searchingly
After a small while of searching, Zarin sighed and flopped down in the dull, waist-high grass, leaving very little of himself for sight.
"It's hopeless." He huffed, looking up at the bright blue sky and rubbing his rumbling stomach. "We'll never get any food out here."
With a look of pity, Vernus sat beside him and placed his cold yet somehow comforting hand upon Zarin's slouched shoulder.
"Don't worry, Zarin. We might not be able to see any food now, but there's a lot of grass out here. There might be food right in front of us and we'd never know it."
This gave Ember pause as she watched the two of them, smiling . To see Arcian and Ireza in such a vulnerable alliance was new to her and it was almost sweet. To know
Freedom Planet: Curse of the Dark Stone PrologueFreedom Planet: Curse of the Dark Stone Prologue8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
All characters and concepts belong to :iconspacemanstrife: No copyright infringement needed.
Natalya, Miguel, Lela and Terra and the rest of Torque's crew all belong to me.
Prologue: A Dragon's Nightmare
Lilac the Dragon Girl could hardly believe what had happened to her.
One moment she had been infiltrating an insidious base located on the outskirts of Jade Creek. Sitting just at the end of the long flowing river was a metallic base that supposedly housed the madman that she and her friends had been trying to find and take down. He was not of Avalician origin, he was as alien to them as their friend Torque was, the difference being that he was not the nice man that Torque was. He was described as very dangerous and above all, a total powerhouse with a huge army and a total disregard for life other than his own. He had crash-landed on Avalice and was stealing the Kingdom Stone to use it for his own needs. Lilac and her two friends Carol the Wildcat and Milla the Hound had teamed up
As We Slowly BurnI pull her close till our bodies entwine,As We Slowly Burn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a morbid prelude to our demise,
we dance until this world stops turning,
we waltz along the bridges we're responsible for burning,
hand in hand,
side by side,
we'll slide along the shattered souls that become our dance floor,
downtrodden and broken they lie before us,
and so we begin our final dance,
surrounded by the burning ash of the lives we led,
the lights of judgement begin to burn so bright,
they fall upon us casting twisted silhouettes of who we once were,
as fire begins to consume her dress,
i hold her ever more tightly as the flames tear apart our flesh,
it's here we suffer for our sins,
as we slowly dance our way to oblivion.....
Chasing your ShadowChasing your ShadowChasing your Shadow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spent so much time chasing your shadow
but he wouldn't tell me your name
he wouldn't show me your face
I spend my days thinking of what would have been
what could have been
what should have been
but wasn't meant to be
I still feel your fingers wrapped around the heart of me
All I could do was chase your shadow
I followed you all over this town
I ran through the mountains
and the forest
and all around
Do you just not want to be found?
I can't be me without you
I'll have to be someone else
I'll throw away my hair and cut off my clothes
I'll be a me that you don't recognize
an I that I don't know
I chased your shadow 'till my legs broke in two
I fell flat on my face
but I still could not fall into you
Even frozen still
my thoughts were all of you
But I can't do this anymore
my heart and soul are ill
I promise I won't think of an other
I'll just think of me
When you decide you're ready
I hope that you'll know where I'll be
You're the only one whose shadow shrinks with
chernobylBetween the pieces that fell just outside the plaything box and the shoes scattered in setting dust, music stopped being useful. Spilt ink stopped being poetic when people became afraid to touch the paper. Spider web cracks through fear and superstition turn quiet steps to romping laughs and messed up jokes behind an engineer's wrench and a countdown to ignition.chernobyl6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The simple solitary notion of destruction is enough to silence the birds and send silken shivers up through skin of mortal daemons who don't truly understand the fear they witness. Somewhere along the lines of peace and taxation I lost sight of who or what we could possibly be fighting for.
Ghost city doesn't even begin to cover it, because the ghosts were all blown away.
The cutsHuman error.The cuts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Five more cuts.
They won't show, and they will fade.
It's nothing. It's nothing.
It makes me feel normal.
I need punishment for every time I mess up.
Don't worry I won't die.
"I wish she would keep better track of things" one more cut.
"She is a freak" two more cuts.
"You don't care about anything do you?!" three cuts.
Some say it hurt.
Some say it's nothing.
Sure I thought I could talk to her about it, but now my only true friend is drifting.
She knew every thing about me, cutting, crying, depression, and so on. But, as I see her go.
Now we just say simple Hello's.
It's time she stopped dealing with me.
She has her own problems.
So what's five more cuts?
It just adds to the many.
Though there be fear with the cutting.
After this feeling of release, there comes fear.
'What if I can't stop?'
'What if they find out?'
'What if I kill myself?'
My wrist is throbbing now.
It wants the knife, it wants the blood.
I need help.
It's not the cat anymore.
It never was.
The voices tell
WastelandThree tours in Iraq and a bullet to the leg didn't stop him. They tell me what changed him was coming through U.S. customs. The metal detectors and apathetic stares. The donut kiosk. Now he is standing on the porch and avoiding everyone that came to his party. I've only met the guy once at another Fourth of July barbeque and that was a long time ago. Welcome home.Wasteland4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I notice an application for Arby's on the kitchen table. Someone was using it as a coaster and the paper is still soggy in the middle. Scotch sweats more in the summer time. I need to smoke.
I pull open the screen door and walk outside. He doesn't turn his head to look at me. He doesn't say hello or smile. I stand in front of him and try to make eye contact. He's about my age but so much older. When I strike my Zippo, his free hand clenches and his beer hand jumps to his mouth. &
From an Insecure GirlfriendI'm sorry for the excess of apologiesFrom an Insecure Girlfriend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And for all the thoughts that I've indulged
For dealing with the summer full of insecurities
That I only half-divulged
It's not easy living as an irrational being
That's motivated by her fear
But I could stand the poison I feed myself
If it stayed out of your atmosphere
I'm just a little lost, and a little dazed
At having someone that finds me fit
I've never had something this remarkable before
But I doubt I could have held on to it
And though I continue to learn and grow
To the shadow of the girl you deserve
There's still that something deep within
Controlled by assumptions both grand and absurd
And if I seem afraid of losing you
It's not that I don't believe your words
It's because I don't trust myself to keep you,
As is the way with cowards
But even though I'm a living mess,
A bundle of chaos upon your life,
That doesn't change that as long as I'm yours
You will make me feel alright
I know you say you're nothing amazing
Well, darling, neither am
Day for a DepressiveDragging along is a simple thingDay for a Depressive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here there is no pleasure;
Walking numb without a course
Frustrated ChristianSometimes Christians baffle me. I'm talking about a very specific group of Christians... a group that is much more prevalent and numerous than I want to believe. They want to draw souls to themselves, but they sneer and spit poison when they think no one was listening. They dominate the charity scene, but they pick and choose which people are deserving of their help. Not content to just cling to their faith, they choose to cling just as tightly to their behaviors, insisting that God is leading them so their behavior is right, no matter what anyone says. If any of these describe you, my message is for you.Frustrated Christian3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You are sent to mirror the image of God to the people of earth. Is that what you want people to think God is like? Do you want people to think God is a back-biter who gleefully jeers about the "bad" people among his elite followers and friends? Do you want people to think that He only picks people
You.Why is it so hard for me to tell you.You.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I adore you.
That I am a mess really.
That all I look forward to doing.
Is talking to you.
At this point I would do anything to tell you.
How much I do.
But of course my nervousness continues to shake me away.
From what I want.
I will keep trying.
I will keep trying.
Prompt - TrappedCrowded, crowded, my mind is always crowdedPrompt - Trapped3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One thought ricocheting off the other in a deafening mess
My brain is mobbed by little things
How does my makeup look? What will I do tomorrow? When can I finish that project? Will I fit in this year?
And big, looming things
What if I relapse? Are people talking about me? What am I going to do with my life? Where am I headed?
All these thoughts, these constant, choking thoughts
Are making me claustrophobic
Your mind is a box and worries fill it
I envy those with empty boxes
I Dare YouYes,I Dare You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stare with those eyes,
Striking and radiant,
Those eyes like ice,
Yet warm and pleasant
Whisper to them,
Listen to their whispers back,
Then turn around and watch
Carefully planning your attack
In your moment of triumph,
Alone and victorious,
Meet my eyes, breathless
The moment before the music begins
Smile at me.
I dare you.