As The City BurnsThe world is stuck in autumn.As The City Burns5 years ago in Open More Like This
I can feel myself in a twilight forest, as the branches bow to the wind while trying to court the rain from the clouds. The leaves brush themselves against my neck and my lips, in hopes of the fire that colours their fragile veins sparking something within me. I can feel my head spin as I imagine what they think of the girl beneath them, the girl so desperate for love and affection without binds that she'd kiss the raindrops right before they hit the ground, and hold hands with thorn ridden branches.
I see the rain clouds, hanging low over the dimmed horizon, frowning down at me. I smell the rain on the wind as it races past and around me, spinning me in circles with my arms raised high. I can feel my head spin as I imagine what the clouds must think, as they blush a pale shade of grey with disappointment at the girl who was supposed to be so strong falling, tumbling, crumbling, fumbling, tearing slowly apart.
I can feel the cobbled stone road beneath my b
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you lose the need for sound.
A flight of words that bear no chirp
are none the less profound.
They don't perch on a pitch.
They don't possess the need .
They fly until you've seen their song,
then silently recede.
No one could find more freedom than
the freedom granted flight.
No one can see more beauty than in
words passed left to right.
How To Write IZ FanfictionHow To Write IZ Fanfiction in 6 StepsHow To Write IZ Fanfiction5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Step 1: Pick a side. Are you team Zim or team Dib? If you're team Dib, you are allowed, even encouraged, to like Zim too. However, if you are team Zim, you must hate Dib as proof of your loyalty to the amazing Zim. Zim is very possessive, and he will not tolerate one of his fans liking his enemy. So if you choose team Zim, your fanfiction must portray Dib negatively. Make him look stupid, insane, evil, sadistic, or all of the above.
There is a third team: ZADR, which stands for Zim and Dib Romance (or Zim and Dib Rape, in some cases). If you are team ZADR, you love them both, and love them both together. Your fanfiction should make either Zim or Dib act girly, or uke as anime fans call it. You should probably make Dib the girly one, even though Zim is the one who wears a pink dress. Don't worry about logic or keeping the characters IC (in character). And don't be afraid to write mpreg. Anything is possible when
Republican and ProudYeah I'm a republican,Republican and Proud7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't like war.
Sure I'm a conservative,
But who's keeping score?
I support gay marriage,
And I'm also pro choice,
The media lies about us,
But don't we have a voice?
I'll respect your opinion,
If you respect mine.
Im tired of getting flamed all the time!
Dont hate me because Im for McCain,
Dont tell me Im living without a brain.
Im a republican, elephant, conservative,
and it might suprise you to know that
It ain't blasphemy when its not God.I'm starting to go from completely creeped out to completely pissed off. Before I continue on, I just want to get one little thing out of the way - OBAMA IS NOT GOD!It ain't blasphemy when its not God.2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
And that is the point of this particular rant. Whenever someone picks on Obama, his ass-kissing sycophants act like what happened was an act of blasphemy. At first anyone who dared speak against Obama was called a racist. Yeah, it was annoying and royal pain but nothing unusual with the Left and Liberals.
Then things started to get creepy(1) to down right WTF (2) and straight on to a path that no country, especially the US with all it stands for, should NEVER, EVER WALK!(3)
Instead of the country stopping for five seconds to realize that, 'Hey, maybe we are going too far with Obama adoration', we get another act of 'blasphemy' by a the Rodeo Clown wearing a Obama Mask and asking the crowd if they want to see Obama get ran over by a bull. Was stupid? Yes. Was it racist? Depends on how the clown really feels. Was it blasphem
Coffins.His hands build coffins,Coffins.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
built up from blood and reflections of his own regrets;
pinning people inside and making them see
His loss and His agony in a twisted attempt
at building a bridge of familiarity because they deserve it.
They, the ones that looped rope around his neck unintentionally.
They, the ones who exists and dare to be happier than He;
They who meld into Us, crumbling down until there's only Me.
And I'm sorry, dear, I really am.
Nail down the lid and drown me in dirt.
Skyrim SonnetIn the vast landSkyrim Sonnet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Known as Skyrim, I am well known.
I stopped the Silver-Hand.
I got the Jagged Crown.
I ended the War.
We put Jarl Ulfric on the Throne.
There's still the Thalmor.
Following that old crone.
I assassinated an Emporer.
He wasn't an easy job.
I later helped a farmer,
I fed his cow some glob.
I am the Arch-Mage, with much fame.
But all of Nirn, even Skyrim, is just a game.
Small GodsI brought down the gods for you -Small Gods4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left city streets in shame
and maimed the victors with thorns,
just to make you believe
in angels again.
Truth was never my home,
but I sought your history
in every face that fell
from too much grace and favor
or gazed upon the living
like so much cattle.
And I could feel you
time's sharp little acrobat
but nothing can grow in earth
this meek and soiled;
and my hands are bloodied
by the cries
of those you left starving.
I will never.I will never lack a companion: my mind will accompany me.I will never.5 years ago in Open More Like This
I will never be lonely.
I will never be unprepared.
I will never be taken off guard.
I will never cause anyone sadness, grief, or anger.
I will never be condescending.
I will never be sad.
I will never be malicious.
I will never harm any human being, unless defending a comrade.
I will never steal.
I will never take pity where it is not deserved.
I will never feel pity for myself.
I will never make a mistake.
I will become perfect.
I will never show the world who I am.
I am a dead man. Dead to the world, dead to you, dead to me. I am dead, but immortal.
Conlanging: A How-ToAre you the sort of person who looks at Elvish script and realizes with excitement that those gorgeous squiggles actually mean something? When watching Avatar, did you find yourself trying to work out certain Na’vi words? Have you ever wished you could make up your own language, whether as something to share with your friends when you were young, or else a deeper element to flesh out your personal universe? If so, you’re damn weird. But you’re also lucky, because this article for the layman is going to make your linguistic dreams a reality.Conlanging: A How-To2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We’re going to talk about language. More specifically, we’re going to talk about what happens when we take language apart into its little recognizable pieces, because it’s from these pieces of real, natural languages that we build our constructed languages, or conlangs. Essentially, you’re going to get a crash-cours
Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do
Hidden TruthThe hidden truth from our public is that there are those who suffer from the procedures from the so-called "Planned Parenting". People make excuses that abortion is there to save women's lives and undo pregnancies done from rape when most of the pregnancies don't even occur in these areas. Abortionists like the Scum, Kermit Gosnell, have been considered champions of women's rights and have killed teenage girls and women in the process of aborting millions. It may seem like most women survive but the truth of the matter is there are no survivors. Because of these people who have the nerve to call themselves people and yet produce a program that turns our some of our surgeons into psychopaths, many woman suffer from regret because of what they have done and some of the fathers are left broken hearted. The sorrow they go through is a situation in which death is preferable to life.Hidden Truth2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Others who do not suffer from regret of what they have done are practically dead inside since they don't know
Skyview Drive: An Epic TaleIn my three weeks young age, when I was still a tender and moralistic soul, my driving instructor asked me to do something. It is something I have regretted ever since. To recount the events of that day.Skyview Drive: An Epic Tale6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Well, if you should feel like it, we could perhaps go up Skyview Drive."
He said little more on the matter and remained gravely silent, as I, a terrified but tender youth at the age of 17 unsteadily drove towards what I did not realize would be one of the single most terrifying experiences of our lives. As a result I have lost my tender young self, trading it in for a for more sarcastic and unruly youth.
With cliffs at either side and death clearly waiting to make a quick meal of another idiot who decided to drive along Skyview drive. I realized suddenly I was the idiot he had been waiting for. This of course was unacceptable and my brainwaves went through a few little odd hiccups.
The first change came when a woman walked towards me, I, who was still driving the car that was teeterin
Endless TormentEndless TormentEndless Torment1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The days all blend together, each one as empty as the last. It’s been years since Kira was able to smile, and today was no exception. It was the three year anniversary of the death of the love of her life; the three year anniversary of the last day she smiled. Three years of torment driving her to the state that she is in today. Three years of loneliness plummeting her down into the depths of insanity. Her family had all but abandoned her, blamed her for her his death. Was it her fault, she didn’t know anymore. Kira looked out of her window into the gray moon light that illuminated the back yard, the last place she saw her James. Tears rolled from her dark blue eyes down her checks and fell into her almost black hair.
“It is my fault they are right.” She mumbled to herself. “Tomorrow will bring to light the darkness in which my life has been lead, for in the new light, I shall be dead.” This was the last thing that James had sa