In the Darkest Hour - (Leo/Hazel) Ch.2[DISCLAIMER]:In the Darkest Hour - (Leo/Hazel) Ch.22 years ago in Romance More Like This
(SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers from Mark of Athena)
Part Two of a Three Part Re-write of the Shrimp-Zilla scene. This has some seriously heavy Lezel Shipping in it, so if you are a Frazel fan, I have to warn you! ^_^
The monster released them and Leo was falling. He watched Hazel fall by his side. The whole scene seemed like it was happening in slow motion.
Hazel threw her bottle while she twisted and flipped in the air, descending fast. The wind rushed past them, and the explosion blew them in even crazier directions. Leo didn’t know which way was up anymore. The air was torn out of him as he plummeted faster and faster. No noise could come out of his mouth even if he wanted to scream, it was ripped away by the wind. He tossed and turned in the sky, trying to pin-point Hazel through all the smoke and confusion. He saw her finally— the blast had blown her closer to the ship, but not close enough.
Leo watched in horror as Hazel fell, screaming, towards the m
ENTER THE MYTHRIL Chapter IICHAPTER 2ENTER THE MYTHRIL Chapter II5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Two days later.
Apart from the few oil lanterns left lit along the street, lightning was the only illumination provided the landscape and the village leaning just at the base of a rocky mountain. No-one dared exiting their homes, for a common cold would end in hypothermia and the Black Death lurked around every alley and corner. The stone walls bordering the village resisted the deluge, well build and reinforced since the last attempt of an English invasion, but the currents of water formed from the higher levels of the citadel degenerated and corroded the landscape into mud puddles accumulated in corners and blocked the drainage. The houses, more than providing a cozy atmosphere for their inhabitants represented a threat as dangerous as the illness that roamed freely across the country yard. The village seemed deserted with the exception of guards and soldiers moved along the streets and over the wall for regular patrols. Three of the 10 towers places along the
Potter Jackson Everdeen Games Ch.1I stared out into the lake. The giant squid was writhing and splashing water everywhere. Some of the water splashed onto my face and I could feel it cooling me as the warm sun beat down on my neck. I looked down at my watch. Time to go. Time to start.Potter Jackson Everdeen Games Ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don’t really remember what happened in very much detail, but this is the story in the best of my knowledge.
I ran through the corridors, with my invisibility cloak on. I was late. I need to get there soon. Come on..... I thought, heart pounding in my chest, come on...
I found the right hallway and slipped down through past a small painting of a small wizard chortling merrily to another portrait. I continued running. ‘Desendio!’ I said, pointing my wand at the wall. Immediately, a set of downwards stairs appeared, as if they were carved out of thin air. I descended them and entered a large room. Waiting for me was someone I’ve never seen before.
Sorry, let me correct that. A lot of people I haven’t seen befo
cutsMy memories my fadecuts9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the scars they leave will never go away
I whip out the blade
Rubber bands don't help
Tears are shed
Blood hits the floor
No one can help
My cuts remind me
Of a broken spirit
Blood slowly drips off my arm
I wish the memories it left would fall with it
I just it all to end
I cover the marks
And hide the blade
I just keep that fake smile
And act as if every thing was ok
the REAL batty rap lyricsok, I always though that the "Batty Rap" in FernGully was exceptionally short, so I wondered about it, and found the REAL lyrics and the reason to how short Batty Rap is:the REAL batty rap lyrics7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Yo, the name is Batty
The logic is erratic,
Potato in a jacket,
Toys in the attic,
I rock and I ramble,
My brain is scrambled,
Rap like an animal but I'm a mammal
I been brain-fried, electrified, infected and injectified,
Vivosectified and fed pesticides,
My face is all cut up
My radar's all shut up
Nurse I need a check-up from the neck up,
It seems to have no effect doctor
They used and abused me,
Battered and bruised me,
Red wires green wires stuck em' right through me,
So hear my Batty word,
And excersise a little prudence,
When dealing with humans,
Phone call Mr Darwin
All the graduate students please move closer..
scapel, more nitrous oxide
The eye makeup when inserted rectly seems to have some effect
Remove the brain cap
You notice by dipping the bat in a series of pain..
After a 6 hun
CutsI cut myself todayCuts11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To see if it would heal
To see if the blood was red
To see if I am real
Right there, on my wrist
Sure, they healed
The memorys just mist
This one is different
This is deeper
Right to the soul
Right to my fear
My old friend
This time, were here
even pas the end
CUTSCUTSCUTS9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are only skin deep
They seem to make things better
They only hurt afterwards
They leave scars underneath the skin
They are a type of drug
They help me while hindering me
They are on my arm
They are on my soul
AnorexiaI sit and listen quietlyAnorexia10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To your gentle screams
No matter how hard you try
This is going to be a dream
No matter how hard you close your eyes
Or how quick you dry your tears
I'll come after you
I'll fill you with numerous fears
Running away won't help
Neither will trying to hid
Ill follow you wherever you go
And you'll come back to me with lies
You say it won't get out of hand
That you'll control it this time
But both of us know the truth
That you will never be fine
I'm the one you rely on
I'm the thing for you
You can't beat this fatal disease
You can't make it through
No matter how hard you try and deny it
You will never be free
It makes not difference what you say
We both know you need me
Fabricated WorldFabricated World2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's dark here
And I'm wandering
Through coloured halls with eyes that follow me
And all these sudden wounds are crippling me
But in front of my eyes a figure begins shifting
Crimson moves, could I possibly be dreaming?
As I feel my body entangled in thorns
And I collapse within a nightmare of fabricated beauty
My eyes decieve me
A child calls out to me
And a colorful world erupts around my memory
What sort of twisted mind could create a world so cruel and fascinating?
In which dazzling monsters bargain for each other's souls
Where blood runs like acrylic paint
And heavy hearts drag behind jealous smiles
My hands are shaking
As I hold them out to you
Escape with me, I promised that I'd rescue you
But outside of this strange dream
Would you even remember me?
I suppose you'll just have to take my hand and see
cutscuts10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are my obession.
the action is my addiction.
the blood is my acidic poison.
the reason is my selfish excuse.
the penknife is my abusive weapon of mass destrution.
my arm is my war field.
just as it is my canvas for bloody designs.
the redness is my unspoken anger.
the red glow is my gleaming guilt.
the tears is the bitter after-taste.
the wound is my stinging pain.
sometimes too numb to feel.
broken skin that reflects a broken heart.
a millon or more pieces of me.
suddenly as if i could break free.
yet be weighed down by the gravity of my physical sin.
i breathe deeply whilst choing to death.
i fly whilst losing my wings.
i find the door without any key.
are my answer without a reason.
reveal my indecent exposure of sheer nakedness.
are my comfort blanket.
when i fel helpless at the same time feel safe.
my sorrow and my lonely relief.
my last resort.
my act of violence.
when i fight my silent battles.
i am t
CutsDeepCuts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood running down my arm
wrist full of cuts
old some new
some deep others shallow
depression long lived
happyness never stays
somthing always goes wrong
no matter what
happyness gone never shown
cuts deep and long
border my arm
10 Cuts - StoryAs she pulled out her oh-so-familiar box of razorblades and other sharp objects, she felt a tear escape from her eye and slither down her face. She couldnt believe she had sunk so low in life. She couldnt believe she hated herself because of love. She grabbed her sharpest razorblade and slid it with force across her arm. "One is for how many times I gave myself to you..." Another tear fell from her eye. She cut herself again. "Two is for the kisses I thought meant something too." She kept the repitition of the blade against her skin. "Three is for the presents and the gifts you got from me. Four is for all that times I said 'Its meant to be'." She paused for a moment and watched the blood mix with her tears and fall down her arm. Again, she lifted her razorblade. "Five is for the times you cheated with other girls. Six is for the time I realized that you were not my world. Seven is for all the times I stabbed your new lover. Eight is for the nights I cried and life became a blur. Nine10 Cuts - Story9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
AATC - Emotionally StrongAATC - Emotionally Strong2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Alvin, am I strong?"
The chipmunk groaned as he lifted weights on his bench in the basement—another Saturday with the children out with Dave allowed him to have some quality time to himself, something he had very little of now that he was a father. Theodore was working at a bakesale with his coworker Ying-Yang, and Simon decided to spend the afternoon with his friend Sasha at the zoo. The two had become close companions since the Sevilles had moved to Hearttropolis, having both experienced a certain loss in their lives—that and Sasha was the only level-headed female Simon had spent time with who did not get overly excited because he was a member of The Chipmunks. Since they had not been able to hang out for several months due to work, concerts and Simon's duty as a Guardian of Unity, they were going to spend that Saturday together.
Or… they were supposed to be doing so. Simon had come back early due to Sasha being called back home—her sister was ill and needed her assistance—an
Wolf BloodWolf Blood1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wish I had time to polish this up and flesh it out into a few chapters worth of content, but I figured a short rough version was better than nothing at all. Despite this, a lot of thought went into creating what I hope comes across as being a fairly original the plot... so please do let me know what you think of it.
The name of the last Hunter to kill a werewolf, is Chester Mcfarthen.
The man claimed his last kill during his prime, long before Amy’s father was born. Amy grew up alongside her grandfather who daily boasted tales of his exploits around the world, including his hunting of the exotic beasts who hid in human form.
Werewolf hunting was a dwindling practice long before her grandfather's prime, so of course few were left to confirm the truth of the creature‘s existence, and even if questioned would keep to secrecy. Amy‘s parents were firm disbelievers of her grandfather’s claims but unlike them Amy needed no physical e
Magic - FrUKFrancis laughed at the smaller boy. "You can do magic? Magic is for witches, which are all girls, lapin." He crossed his arms, smirking at Arthur.Magic - FrUK3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Shut up, you stupid frog! Of course I can do magic! It's not just for girls, and I don't even know what 'lap-an' MEANS so stop calling me that!" Frustrated, he kicked the blond boy's leg, fighting back tears.
"Ow!" Francis yanked his leg back quickly and rubbed it slightly. "My, my, someone has a temper." He flicked the other boy's forehead before smiling again. "You're stupid and you have a temper! No wonder why you have to play with your imaginary unicorn and faerie friends instead of real people!"
"Shut up!" Arthur puffed up his cheeks and chest before bending over to grab the first thing he could get his hands on, a rock. He chucked it at the older boy's head. "I can too do magic! Watch, I'm gonna disappear forever and no stupid frogs will be able to find me because smelly people like you
I Wish Life Was a Cartoon...I Wish Life Was a Cartoon...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish life was a cartoon,
Were my school was a litteral zoo,
I would visit my friends on the moon,
Were every Friday there is something new.
I really would want that soon.
I sometimes want to cry,
When all my hope is gone,
But my imaginary friends would be by my side,
To sing me a sad song.
With the Grim Reaper would be my personal slave.
Hed bring me drinks all day,
The consequences are grave,
but I'd stand up and try to say,
"I want my life as a cartoon; and I want it to happen today."
I want to fight adult tyranny,
and reign as a supreme authority
All those who withstand me?
I'll just bribe them with candy.
I want to sleep the day away,
Dreaming of car chases and taking flight,
In my bed I would lay,
I would dream all day and all night.
The sun would sing a tune,
The clouds floating with glee,
The flowers would hum when they bloom,
Smiles as far as I can see.
The trees would greet me with preps,
And then high-five me fast,
And the grass will complain of my s
The CutsOn the wristThe Cuts11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On the neck
or anywhere on my own
im not comiting sucide
im not even attempting
its just the pain
forming inside me
the ache of this unfit heart
and the torture
cuts adding, mulitiplying even
to inflict physical pain
to release emotional pain
The blood dribbles off
flowing carelessly on my clothes
or in the air
or on the floor drying away
of my pain
it scars up
but the pain
inside of me
never wanting to go away
some part of me begs it to leave
some part of me pleads it to stay
But the cuts...
will stay with me
until the night falls
for me to take my final lay...
THE GAME 5THE GAME 52 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I dashed up the oak wood stairs as fast as I could, trying not to hit my head on the low ceiling that only seemed to be getting closer and closer, as the tentacles of the monster behind me chased my tail. I bust open the door to what seemed to be an attic; abandoned and cold, yet it was rid of the dust that should have been there.
I shut the door behind me, and used whatever strength I had left to push a small desk over, making sure he would have a rough time getting in; though I knew it wouldn't do much. It was The Slender man we're talking about, after all.
Ah, shit,shit,shit! Find a place to hide, to hi-
I stopped my thoughts. The relentless banging of that monster ceased. It was a lonely, unbearable silence. I had to look out there. Slowly, I moved the desk, it's ugly brown color peeled off as I pushed it hardly. I looked up with a sigh, and peeked an eye out. He was still there, at the bottom of the stairs; but not looking at me.
I was about to warn
Doctor Dandy's Suicide NoteDear cruel, unhealthy world (or whoever out there is reading this. Especially considering you bloody bats dont wanna be friends with me. Uncharming goblins. You only want me for my body, dont you. DONT YOU!!):Doctor Dandy's Suicide Note6 years ago in Humor More Like This
I think its time I was taken from this dying stench-stain in the scab of life because I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU CHEERMONGERS!! You and your adorable-ness and teenagery and your potty-mouthed children that come to me day and night Doctor Dandy! I hab a pwobwem. My pawents hate me. Im running away. Blah blah blah! Jeez! I thought this job would be easy but no! I have to strain my hearing to listen to you brats complain about everything from your bickering parents to your whiny little ruts! Well heres a newscast for you: LIFE. IS. HELL. Thats the problem with you bunch of blooming eejits! You never consider MY problems for the thought! Its always like Doctor Dandy
Disassemble meJust leave.Disassemble me2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not picture-perfect.
Why can't you see me for who I am?
I'm a puzzle,
That lost it's pieces.
It doesn't help,
When you point at my spaces.
I got so many.
I am hurt and I am down.
You watch me drown.
It's like I swallowed glass.
You watch me cough up my guts.
What the hell do you want?
I never claimed to be that way.
I know I'm not your perfect little girl.
And I know that I can't make you proud.
But, please, just leave.
It doesn't change,
When all you do is to stand aside,
And see me fail to fake a smile.
I am me.
LoT: MeanwhileLoT: Meanwhile6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The old man's nephew looked out the giant observation window into the city. His workers and helpers spewed statistics at him every so often about the amount of steam being released and the last earthquake location. They barely even stopped talking anymore.
He sighed, which only deepened when his uncle burst in and ran to look out through the window at the city. The nephew watched him, disinterested, then said "Uncle, really, you have your own observation deck, what are you-"
"Shhhh. Hear that?" The old man waved his nephew impatiently into silence, and went back to his staring, pressing his large nose to the window to see better.
The nephew looked out at the city, then back at the old man. "Hear what?" Agitated, the old man looks at him for a moment before seeming to make up his mind and rushing over to him, dragging him to his eye level by the collar.
"Listen," he hissed. He looked back out the window, and the nephew unenthusiastically follows his gaze.
"I still don't hear anyt
ImperfectI told youImperfect3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not perfect.
You didn't listen.
I'd be perfect to you.
Patiently you cut me into pieces.
To every piece there was a dark side,
You taught me.
Every flaw I had to face,
So we could talk about it for hours.
I was never perfect to you.
Every single piece of me was wrong,
You made me say.
So I wanted them to disappear, dissolve.
I deleted them all,
Looked for different ones
To build a new version of me.
One you would like, hopefully.
And again you made me shatter them.
Throw myself away, as everything was so wrong.
I was never perfect to you, but I don't care.
I don't want to be perfect anyways.
Perfect doesn't even exist.
It's boring and overrated.
I take the pieces that belong to me,
Fix myself, so I can't be shattered.
YFM Minutes In Heaven: Intro"This is so...boring."YFM Minutes In Heaven: Intro3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You sat on the couch in Puff's house, irritated by the lack of excitement the party had. The only reason why you had agreed to go was because, according to Benatar, you would be the only girl there. As you looked around the place, you counted 10 girls...yeah, the only one. You cursed your inability to say no to the Brit.
"Can someone please do something interesting?" You called out to the crowd. Axel, who was sitting a few feet from you, chuckled.
"Come on, _____. It's a party!" he said to you. "Have a beer, enjoy yourself!"
"You know I don't like to drink, Axel," you reminded him.
Puff took notice to your outburst. "Not having fun, huh? Well I think I have the remedy for that!" He then got up onto a chair and shouted, "Listen up, party people! We're gonna play seven minutes in heaven!"
A cheer came from the half-drunken crowd.
"But," the singer continued. "It's my party, so there are gonna be a few rule changes! First of all, it's going to take place in my bedro