Vocab2-PhaethonVocab2-Phaethon9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The moon was rising, a siren from the deep, her light shimmering with terpsichorean lucidity, glimmering and vacillating through the sky, calling out the creatures that flourished in the darkness of the night. However, on this night they stayed in hiding, giving the land a Plutonian aura, a deserted and grim shadow that enshrouded all. A silence, all encompassing and arcane, a silence that connotated a deep seeded dread had crept up on the lands like a gorgon disguised, enmasked as peace or tranquility.
Phäethon was slinking through the old, Stygian, murky wood, the gloom of the land prevalent on his mind, terror clenching his heart in an iron grip, barely letting it beat, and icing his mind until he was physically trembling, quaking in fear. He knew it wasn't safe that night, that They were out, and hunting, but he also knew that if he didn't find his clan, his pack, he'd be as good as dead and his Homeric quest would cease, like his heart, like his soul. And if he did not succeed…wel
Watching You BreakWatching You Break10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
13 seconds is all it takes
for what is yours is what you make
the feeling is fast, it numbs your hands
the timing is wrong, but you don't understand
12 seconds in counting for the effect to take place
you let yourself go, you're lost in space
your eyes sink in, there's nothing to lose
what you do is what you choose
11 seconds to feel relief
the moment's yours, you try to breathe
the last thought pondered, the last word spoken
you can't move now your body's broken
10 more seconds for help to arrive
9 more seconds to keep you alive
8 more seconds to put you back in your head
7 more seconds until you are dead
6 more seconds to watch you fade
5 more seconds of what you have made
4 more seconds is all that it takes
3 more seconds to watch you break
2 more seconds of watching you fly
1 more second until you crash and die
you always were a step ahead
but you can't move now your body's dead.
The Real MeEmotions locked in,The Real Me9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No sign coming out.
No sign of the pain,
No sign of the hurt.
I'm locked in my room,
Where no-one can see,
I take a knife,
And release the real me.
Tear stained pillow,
Blood stained sheets,
I am so different,
Not the ray of sunshine everyone meets.
The darkness creeps in,
From under the door,
I breathe my last breath,
And I hurt no more...
Interim.Interim.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's stiffened water added
to sprightly grass tips, and
I cower to the taste of involuntary
teeth clanging under
now sleeping stars, hurried
in a venture that loses its purpose
when the time comes to perform:
but it's the promise
of tepid entanglements in
sticky cotton and
breath that presses me
The Background Of EvangelionThe Background Of Evangelion9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have spent a fair amount of time trying to understand the use of the "Sephirothic Sytem" and I have finally come to terms of it's use and origins.
There isn't a lot of information about it on the internet so this is an exceptional chance for you to know what it is (you never know..... I might come in handy one day)
The Sephirothic Sytem is part of the Jewish culture and religion but it has also links into Christianity and some of you might know that, Christianity is a descendant branch from Jewish religion (Jesus himself was Jewish).
The Sephirothic Sytrem is part of the "Kabbalah" and is in this case a diagram representing 10 circles, each containing a virtue of God (Kindness, Understanding, Loving, Honesty Bravery etc....) Each circle represents a "Sephiroth" (thus it's name "Sephirotic System"), a Planet and a Colour. I will explain later what a "Sephiroth" is. Each circle or Sephiroth is linked to 2 pathways called "Channels". The Circles are set in such a w
Excerpt 6!~ Stone walls stood guard, motionless in the light of the suns, for miles around the grand capital. From the sparse homesteads just within the barrier to the monolithic castle that towered at it's very core; the city would hustle and bustle with commerce in the markets and children laughing and playing in the alleys between the shops. It was a paradise hidden amid a great forest, it's red cedars that painted the very sky stretched on for days and days in every direction. The northern winds breezed through the boughs and left a constant rustle of sound and life just outside the capital's barricade. Even with all the motion and consistant chatter of those within the walls it seemed altogether devoid of life. At least in comparrison to the simplistic routine of every creature that meanadered through the trunks of eternal trees and ancient ruins that litter the forest floor.Excerpt 6!~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One person in particular stood out among the se
Yaoi Slave ShopYaoi Slave Shop6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Allow me to take you back to a world that no longer exists. A world that had such cruel segregation that children of unwanted traits were treated no better than abused animals, doomed to only know the dark existence of slavery. Slave shops loomed every corner, selling the innocent for work, sex, fighting, or anything the master wished them to be. In this realm, those born with light hair and blue eyes were considered people, but those unlucky enough to be born with dark hair and brown eyes were worse than dogs.
The story I am about to tell, brings us back to a boy better known as Sami. We find him locked in a dirty cage at the far reaches of a slave shop. The boy had recently been sold from an abusive owner, who bought a new slave to take his place. Sami's pale and scared skin reflected the type of life he had lived. On him were nothing but a pair of dirty shorts three sizes too big, only held on by a sl
Yugioh Pick-Up linesYugioh Pick-Up LinesYugioh Pick-Up lines4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's Game Time in my pants!
Can I insert my deck into your duel disk slot?
You can summon my dragon, baby.
Are you a tuner monster? Because you're powering up my Syncro.
Baby, I'll treat you like my trading cards. I'll spend all my money on you and play with you for hours.
Let's do it like a card game: on a table and surrounded by a lot of people.
I put the lust in Black Luster Solider.
Hey sweetie, they call me "White Lightning." Care to find out why?
Let's pretend to be the millennium items. I'll be the rod.
Are you the millennium puzzle? Because I believe you're my destiny.
You know my soul room has a bed
Have we met before? Because I'm sure you were my soul mate in my past life.
You must be a magic card, because I'm under your spell.
Kiss me, I play card games!
Screw the rules, I can screw you!
My alter ego thinks you're sexy
Shadow games are quite boring how about playing with the lights on?
MIND CRUSH! Now that you
Sleep well, my darling.Sleep well, my darling, youve earned your rest.Sleep well, my darling.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You played your part, and did your best.
Theres no more trials, and no more tests,
Relax, enjoy your sleeping.
For night is coming near,
and the ending of this story.
The sun is westering,
see the last flames of its glory.
All was calm and all was still,
on this solemn morning.
The sun did rise, with shuttered eyes
and your troubles died aborning.
For night is coming near,
and the ending of this story.
The sun is westering,
feel the last flames of its glory.
Night shall come unto us all,
a sweet and secret lover,
and we shall claim that dark embrace,
and then seek for no other.
For night is coming near,
and the ending of this story.
The sun is westering,
free the last flames of its glory.
A Perfect FantasyFirst VerseA Perfect Fantasy5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Am I invisible to you?
Cus' you don't seem to notice anything I do.
Do you know how that makes me feel...
Oh I start to feel like I'm not real.
Do you see me? Do you hear me?
Calling out your name while the sky is pouring rain.
Am I dead or am I alive?
Oh I don't seem to have anything left inside.
Is my heart still beating?
Cus' I don't have anymore feelings
Somebody save me from this horrible reality.
And take me to a perfect fantasy.
What is this chaos that has a grip on me?
It steals my heart, steals my soul, making it hard to breathe.
Is anyone out there to hear my call?
To catch me, save me, before I fall.
Do you feel me? Can you touch me?
Please make me real and open my eyes!
(back to chorus)
But now I don't need you.
I only need myself.
To get me through this strife.
And to live out my life.
Do you hear me speaking?
With my own voice above all the noise.
Do you hear me screaming?
With all I have, with all of my might!
SelfishWalk to the end of the lineSelfish9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
See me dying here I'm just fine
We'll end up at the start again
As long as I know it will never end
This race of time has taken it's toll
This run of life is killing my soul
And the friendship that we had formed
Broken in pieces, smashed to the floor
A love of sorts that will never age
Like a burning candle that never fades
And jealousy writhes in me
Like an animal that will never be free
And the clocks on the wall tell the time
Of a place and day where nothing is fine
Where the friendships we had formed
Had broken into pieces and smashed to the floor
A simple note, a passing glance
A fleeting moment of selfishness
I try to cry but it won't come
It's makes me ashamed, this thing I've become
Like a beast with a perfect face
Or a monk on a quest with no fate
Like a human that has been transformed
A vampire that begs for more
And you were there, sitting here
When I opened the cage and dissapeared
Only to tell you my greatest confession
My love of this friendshi
Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Verse: (The universe your character belongs to. Can be original or fanfiction. [Ex: Original : The name of your book, movie, game or whatever. Fanfiction: Pokemon, Star Trek, Naruto, ect.)
Date: (The date this sheet was completed.)
Full Name: (Self explanatory)
Pronunciation: (Self explanatory)
Nickname/Alias: (Does your character have a pet name, fake identity, or any other thing they like to go by? Put it here.)
Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.)
Origin: (How did you come up with your character's name?)
Title: (Do have a title along with their name? [Ex: Sir, Captain, Ms.])
Pet Name: (What do other people call your character? [kid, squirt, babe, ect] May be insulting, endearing, or a combination of both. May have more than one, if other characters call them different things.
ID Number: (A num
The day the world diedThe days grew shorterThe day the world died9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Summer slipped by
The clouds turned grey
The leaves went dry
I danced with the wind
I cried with the rain
It was nature's surroundings
That helped ease my pain
All windows on houses
Well dull and dark
And lifeless parks
The air felt like
A constant draft
The trees stopped swaying
The plants stopped growing
People stopped living
Rivers stopped flowing
Still, people worked together
They really, really tried
But they couldn't stop that fatal day -
The day the world died
Against the WindowRaindrops poundAgainst the Window10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against the window of my heart,
Without sight of end or start.
All the colors turn to gray,
Close my eyes
And let the rain wash me away.
Picking through the open wounds
Of memories and regrets
I try to move ahead
But all the roads are soaking wet.
Struggling past the obstacles,
Pushing through the pain,
I know this hurt would disappear
If I saw you again.
To hold your hand one more time
To see your smiling face,
To bury you inside my chest
Absorbing your embrace.
If time were not my enemy,
If fate were not my foe,
I'd lock you up inside me
And never let you go...
The Dragon RiderA little history:The Dragon Rider4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Amongst the races of fairies, is a race that inhabits the mountain range of the Dragon’s Teeth, the main city being Mountatus. After the war, fought off the fields of this mountain range, most dragons disappeared from the area and migrated for to wilder parts. Although the surrounding land is bare of dragons, the mountain range itself is still filled with them, and so Mikel had grown up with dragon riders all his life.
A very special bond can exist between dragon and rider, when the rider risks his life for the dragon, if it is seen fit, he is marked with the tattoo of his dragon, and this bonds them for life.
A brief character history:
From a young age Mikel always showed a headstrong brash personality. At the age of 12 he wandered out of the comfort of Mountatus, the city beneath the mountain. Following the rivers out of the city, he found his way out of the protection of the mountain and into the forest side.
Coming upon the forest Mikel wandered out to find
The Secret O: Chapter 1.1So this is the first installment in my surprise for my sister (see my previous post if you missed it). I wrote this one out quickly, so it probably won't be the final version. It really does still need to be edited, but here it is in all its raw glory.The Secret O: Chapter 1.12 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Alyssa awoke to the sound of a door closing. Brushing aside her shoulder length blonde wavy hair, she peered at the clock on her beside table. 2 am, who could be coming into the bed and breakfast at this time of night, she thought to herself.
Getting up from her bed, she quickly wrapped herself in a robe and headed downstairs. The front lobby was illuminated with Christmas lights, and with a quick scan around she found it empty. Turning to the left, she headed into the living room and quickly spotted the figure who had woken her. The figure stood by its luggage, with its back to her, holding its jacket and surveying a bookcase in the corner.
"Excuse me?" she said cautiously, "I'm sorry but we're all booked up, it is Christmas e
Telltales of the DiaryMy attempt at writing a first person story:Telltales of the Diary4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Cloaked men, lone hero’s and a lost daughter. Great deeds, large mountains and skies filled with dragons. Death, loss and desperation. The tale I will tell holds all this and more, for the tale I will tell dear, is the tale of a woman, a young girl left to strive on her own, in a very cruel world. The tale I tell you now is of my own tale, of the family I do not remember…
I remember the screams and the fire, the sound of my mother’s soft voice cooing and soothing. I remember the song she sang as it mixed with the smell of blood. I was very young when she hid me under the cupboard that night. She hid me well wrapped in a blanket and told me not to make a sound. I heard them take her away as they searched the house for me. The man who found me that night smiled and said I was not there. Dressed in black velvet, he was handsome and I trusting.
The tale I tell is a sad tale full of misery and betrayal, it’s a tale o
UntitledThis story will be keeping with my wonderful dragon theme! I don't have a good name for this story yet so any suggestions would be great!Untitled4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Came from royalty, a family of Brennons, a proud race with many old and strict traditions and a strong tie to magic.
Her father was angered by the fact that the family traditions were broken with the birth of Sheeka, their first born being a girl and not a boy. The father was disgraced and fearing for her daughters life, her mother took her away and into the forest. She wrapped herself tightly in a cloak and rode off into the night, holding her newborn child close to keep her warm. She rode until she was deep in the forest, away from any informants her husband may have sent after her. Coming to a clearing on the border of the wood elf territory, she waited till she could hear the sound of faint footsteps in the distance. Placing her daughter gently on the ground, she kissed her forehead goodbye. As she turned to leave
The Grand History!!!The Grand History!!! (or not so grand)The Grand History4 months ago in Settings More Like This
I don't want to reveal too much of the historical background of my story, but if I don't give you any, it may be confusing.
This world is very much like our own, in this world humans exist but so do fairies (fairies being all magical beings i.e. elves, dwarves, etc). Fairies have lived on this earth since long before humans existed. At the time that humans were evolving, a large war was going on between the good and evil fairies. Since humans had no magic, and seemed quite oblivious, the fairies simply ignored them and kept fighting their war. The fairies hid from this primitive race and ignored them, concealing themselves with magic. After the war settled, the fairies realized what a problem the humans had become, although they did not posses magic, they had slowly begun taking over the land, building, destroying, and pushing the fairies deeper and deeper into hiding. The fairies knew that to show themselves would reignite a new war that
La estatua cuyo hueco se ignorLa estatua cuyo hueco se ignor9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
A quién corresponda:
Le escribo con motivo de la sensación que ha causado la estatua de la Beata Mercedes durante estos últimos años y de su reciente nombramiento como destino de peregrinación.
Todo el mundo ha sabido apreciar la armonía de sus forma, el exquisito acabado de su superficie sobredorada y en la pose semiarrodillada, esa rara sencillez que transmite la soberbia magnitud del espíritu de la beata. Creyentes y no creyentes dicen sentirse sobrecogidos o reconfortados por esa mirada de bronce fundido que parece parpadear y mirar con la misma determinación que la beata cuando vivía. La estatua parece irradiar un magnetismo imperativo y dulce al mismo tiempo. Por lo que he podido comprobar desde el balcón de mi casa, las personas parecen gravitar a su alrededor. Incluso, si se fija bien, verá que la masa de gente circula en el sentido planetario por todo el perímetro de la plaza concentrándose la masa en la línea por la que la estatua parece cruzar su mirada con la del espectador