Vocab2-PhaethonVocab2-Phaethon10 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
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
Watching You BreakWatching You Break11 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.
Hold Back to Hold OnTonight, I sit hereHold Back to Hold On6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
blinded by my own words,
as they crawl across the screen
giving life to my inner scream.
Now neatly stacked in a stanza,
trapped between lines
and hasty rhymes.
A begining to a poem
written for you, but not to you
the way a subtle hint is dropped
with no one to catch it
I love you.
I say that too often,
and a convincing lie most of the time.
Save the moments those words are for you,
like now, stop the clock.
Hour, minute, second.
I count, each one away from you
the way this stanza falls away from
Wish I could go back,
but the third stanza.. act
is already underway and who am I
to halt the play.. stage.. pain.. rage.
I rage against myself,
Always the same answer resounding.
I can't tell you how much you really mean
to me, because if I lose you
I have nothing. Not even this poem.
Parential Karma My daughter was a charming girl with long brown hair and rosy cheeks which pink matched her thin lips. She was always dressed in the most beautiful puffy dresses and hair done in the most complicated elegant hair styles that I could perform on her delicate head.Parential Karma6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was envied for having a perfect child, for raising her to be so obedient and smart. Everywhere I went I brought her with me to show the world the gift from above that I gave birth to.
But what made me love my daughter the most was not the look of composure and bright eyes on her small framed face. It was her cries.
We’ve all make a child cry for fun at least once in our life. Like when you jump out from behind something to make them yell in a high pitched voice. Or maybe you’ve told a kid a little scary story that made them come crying to their mother at the depth of night rambling about a monster that will get them.
I always spoke to my daughter
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...
Into the Woods [Fae!Canada x Child!Reader]One must never venture too far into the woods. The adults tell the children that there are monsters hidden among the shadows, waiting with bated breath to devour an unsuspecting little boy or girl. But (name) has never cared too much about the scary stories; the forest is where she always wastes the day away until the sun sets sleepily in an orange horizon.Into the Woods [Fae!Canada x Child!Reader]4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Name) is lost.
One moment, she is skipping along a well-worn path more familiar to her than her village's own roads. Birds chirp peacefully, the sun's soft rays of light filtering through the mass of green leaves, and her (e/c) eyes are taking in the lovely sights of vibrant flowers strewn along the forest floor.
Then (name) hears something. A single musical note, more pure and more strange than anything in the world that has graced her young ears. It promises sweetness and adventure - a combination too tempting for the child. Something happens then. Rather than her feet being on the dirt path, they are stepping throug
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
dearly belovedthese daysdearly beloved3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
The Perfect ShadeIs not blood the perfect shade of red?The Perfect Shade5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slowly flowing from an open wound.
Is not jealousy, the perfect shade of green?
Eyes full of envy, quickly eating away.
Is not sorrow, the perfect shade of blue?
Tears streaming, and emotions at full.
Is not life, the perfect shade of white?
Nothing, but everything at the same time.
Is not the end, the perfect shade of black?
Wondering, what will come next.
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
Jessie ShortsJonathan heard tapping on his window and smiled. He knew just who it was. His friend.Jessie Shorts7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Jes was more than just a friend to him. Jes was his gift from who knows where in his mind. Jonathan basically owes everything he has now to Jes having wished it from them.
He went over to the window and opened it. Jes held out a gloved hand for Jonathan to pull. After getting Jes through the window things became heavy in the end.
“Jes, dude, I missed you,” He held his arms out for a bear hug stepping over to Jes.
“I didn’t, Dame,” Jes roughly swatted Jonathan’s arm away moving past him to lock the door, “By the way, lower your voice.”
“You’re much grumpier. I could have sworn you were cooler a few weeks ago,” He was confused by the sudden hostility and the way Jes started to take off his tie.
“Yeah, well I just haven’t been so happy with you, Dame. That last wish really triggered me if you feel me,” Je
Murphy's Combat Laws 1. You are not superman.Murphy's Combat Laws7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. If it's stupid but works, it isn't stupid.
3. Don't look conspicuous-it draws fire.
4. When in doubt, empty your magazine.
5. Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than you are.
6. Never forget that your weapon was made by the lowest bidder.
7. If your attack is going really well, it's an ambush.
8. No plan survives the first contact intact.
9. All 5 second grenade fuses burn down in 3 seconds.
10. Try to look unimportant because the bad guys may be low on ammo.
11. If you are forward of your position, the artillery will fall short.
12. The enemy diversion you are ignoring is the main attack.
13. The important things are always simple.
14. The simple things are always hard.
15. The easy way is always mined.
16. If you are short on everything except enemy, you are in combat.
17. When you have secured an area, don't forget to tell the enemy.
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!~3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One person in particular stood out among the se
1 2 3 Jessie Anna Smith looked out the window to see the snow fall lightly onto the ground. It was the middle of winter and the coldest one yet. Truth be told she loved winter because it was a time of year when she gets to have an excuse to wear black. She just loved the color because it made her feel protected. She doesn’t know from what, but it just did, it helped her blend into the background.1 2 3 Jessie7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anna stayed in deep thoughts of the charm that cold had, it wasn’t long until she felt her teacher tap on her shoulder. He was a young man in his mid 20’s who taught Geometry Honors and liked to dress casual. His brown hair was combed down to one side neatly. His name was Mr. Roth and his sass levels were off the chart according to the other students who ever tried to talk to him. But he seemed to be nicer to the shyer students.
“Please start working,” He was bent down and pointed to the worksheet that lies on her desk,
.the rabbits twitch.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their sleep;
of red bitten necks
wet with spit,
the birds dream of their eggs
and runny -
the mice dream of hearing
that tabby cat scream
as the teeth of life rip
Jessie Shorts III Jessie yawns waking up to a room with light purple walls and an elderly woman standing at the door who wished to have another child to care for, and Jes being one to grant what is wished decided to be under the watch of the old lady. She held something behind her back.Jessie Shorts III6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“How did my little Jessie wake up this morning?” She goes over to Jes and runs a boney hand through Jes’ hair to move strands out of Jes’ face.
“Peachy.” Jes sits up and stretches letting her give comfort.
“You’re such a nice gal, so kind and precious. I got you something,” The old lady holds out a rectangular box out to Jes, “Go on, take it and see what it is.” She smiles, the wrinkles on her face multiplied with the expression.
Jes got out of bed and opened the box to take out an orange sundress. Jes tenses up and stiffens up like a board. It wasn’t something Jes
.he points.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a crucifix
on the left side
of his neck
tells me he can end all
of your suffering -
and i look at him
and i cross my arms, thinking
he can't even do this
It's Always the Quiet Ones Every class has those kids, you know, the ones that looks fragile and weak. They’re ignored throughout the entire year. There’s a reason why no one bugs them.It's Always the Quiet Ones4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am not one of them, I’m those average students on the side line that can socialize like the average human being. I’m not extravagant. I have friends. I do my work. There’s nothing special about me. Although, last year what happened in one of my classes was different.
Edger was one of them, those quiet ones. He didn’t sit at the back of the class like in those cliché stories you read or see in movies. For the first seven months of that school year he was silent. I don’t understand how those kids get away with not answering questions or not going up to the board to write out problems, on presentation days he’d disappear.
On the seventh month of school I’ve started to notice things about Edger. Heck, I wasn’
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
the dead and the dyingthe funny thing aboutthe dead and the dying5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
humans is that
we think we are
invincible and immortal
a tainted world
where cars drive
too damn fast.
i just try to
get by without
more than once.
.i keep wearing.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like an old worn
jacket and jeans,
It's not hatred, it's incredulity.when i was ten years old myIt's not hatred, it's incredulity.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
teacher asked the class,
"if you were god, what would
and i remember
biting my lip so hard
that it bled. carefully,
i wrote about
how i would teach
kids from an early age on how to
love yourself and no one
else and that there is no such thing as
an almighty power that will pity
you and answer your desperate prayers
at three a.m. because you're the only one
who has that kind of control.
when i handed it in she just looked
at me like i was the
her child's bed. the next day i
was sitting in her office wondering
why it was so wrong to
talk about what's in your heart at a catholic
school when that's what the priest tells
you to do at every sunday mass and
the teacher asked me
another question, "do you
hate god?" and i
wanted to scream "yes, yes!" because
how can a god let the world
slip through their fingers like this one has?
but instead i answered,
"no. i just don't think there is one."
and sat in the chair,
staring at the cross on t