Dark MoonDark Moon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That day was meant to be a day of joy. That was the day he was born. A birth is always a source of happiness, they say. Sometimes, however, they can be wrong. That day wasn't really a day of joy. Why, you'll ask. That was something only the old sage understood at first. That was linked to a secret she was the only one to know in the tribe. When she held this tiny newborn in her arms, only son of her only daughter, she was in fact very happy at first. But soon, her instinct told her there was something wrong. She looked at him, at his eyes. He looked as innocent as every baby in this world. He was just a little child that that world welcomed on that cloudy day. The old sage, when she saw his eyes, read something in them. Apparently, she was the only one able to read what she read. To the others, this baby was an ordinary baby. He was like all babies they saw before. So why did his grandmother screamed that so unexpectedly? "That's not a child! That's a wolf!"
Black DogBlack Dog3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Life not as death but unlife as night is to the summer of the soul/ of a man. Warm breath gone cold, forced to shrivel into a snarl. My prism of thought an artifice of oblivion; a black hole at the heart of every inner sentence, internal monologues disintegrate in hatred, fear and pain. That anguish strains the skin I'm in; a rack of carnal torture, the tearing of tissues, of my self. I claw at my face in torpor; guilt; convulsions of angst, ripping fibres of rage, self consuming self, the gift of life a collapsed imploding star, light so bright it becomes blindingly black.
Time drags, numbs –stops? –my body breaks down into components; part in sleep part in motion. In the darkness of the room a part of me stirs not in body but in spirit, the form of flickering shades deep in the pitch black congeal and rise, with nightmares for blood and malaise for bones, the skin is a rough coarse hide clothed in the bestial furs of a desperate greed; a hunger to fill the void that has formed it. It
Zelman-clock's quizRules-Zelman-clock's quiz6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!!
1. Me! >w<
2. Syrille Constance (my so-called "best friend")
3. Ophelia (Demon Overlord)
4. Thage (Killer Nun)
5. Loriri (Orikero vampire)
A. Are you a boy or girl?
Me: *blinked* obviously, I'm a girl.
Syrille: Well duuuurrr!Gurl! Looky at mah sexeh bodeh! *does a sexy pose*
Ophelia: ^^ Female.
Thage: *nods* yus, also female.
Loriri: (-_-") We're all females here.
B. What are you?
Me: uhh.. Vampire Scourge? ;w;
Syrille: a demented demonic Jackal-cat.
Ophelia: a demon vampire.
Thage: ...a Lamia.
Loriri: vampire keron? 8D
C. How old are you?
Me: ..?? *starts counting with fingers*... 18..? XD
Syrille: 1,300 years old. Hell, I'm a demon. >B3 And so are the girls below me.
Ophelia: ^^ 1,700.
Thage: (-_-") 1,500.
Loriri: *raises claw*... I lost count. Sorry. XD
D. YOU WANT A HU
WolvesThere where I get devoid of inspiration,Wolves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My poems will turn to stone;
And while the heart cannot answer to this temptation,
A chilly wind makes me shiver to the bone.
“Wolves!” they said. Let nature fight silence with love.
And then the pack drew back in fear until the seventh sunrise. (Blackest rays…)
“I could not find sugar in their cove…”
But oh, those were words of the unwise.
This pack proved to be my final inspiration;
This land came to be my last desire.
All comes along with responsibility,
Being lit in their fire; burning on a gnarled pyre.
“Time will tell.” “Farewell!”
The hopes are high!
Some things flow through time and space in a hustle
Everybody keeps looking for power; the power in each and every one of us.
“So much I wanted to give to the ones who love me!”
Bleeding inkI cut my wristBleeding ink4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And bleed this ink
Across the page, proclaimed
For the meek
Those who can’t think
On the brink
Prepared to sink
Take this prose
The rope that will save you
I will not allow you to fade into the night
That swallows its victims whole
You will not die on me!
The darkness shall not achieve its goal
Your soul will be liberated
By the hated and heartless
Those who don’t give a shit
And spit on you like scum
Come, be with me
I’ll save you!
Set you’re mind free
I’ll be the one to scribble your horrors down
And imprison them on virgin paper
So that they may be a reminder for the ones who suffer
I’ll be your buffer
Bearing the brunt of the brutal assaults
I understand you
I can sympathize with your pain
I can save you…
With my pen
I’ll slice my wrists
Strokes of rapid, repeated momentum
And from beneath my paper thin skin will run the red in
8. InnocenceWhen you would look at her,8. Innocence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youd never know.
Not a damsel, and not in distress
Not a maiden, and not locked in a tower.
She would wear heels,
But they get in the way of kicking the bad guys butt.
Never week and never scared
She laughs in the face of fear.
Spiders, snakes, even bears
Are no match for her.
No matter how tough she seems
And no matter how far she roams.
To him, she will always be,
His little girl.
Wearing a dress;
And sliding down the slide.
Six years old
And naive to the world.
6. Break AwayLeave it behind.6. Break Away6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Throw it out.
Get out in the open.
Free yourself from:
Come on babe, you and me:
Let's break away.
42. Standing StillWind whispers in your ear42. Standing Still6 years ago in Open More Like This
Blustering through the leaves around you
Whisking your hair in your eyes
For you know if you remain
Standing still long enough
You will hear the calling of my voice
Miles beyond the grave.
You Are My FriendWhen something good happensYou Are My Friend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the first person I tell
So I can share my happiness
When I want to have fun
I want to be with you
Because we have such a great time together
When I want to talk to someone
I always talk to you
Because you understand me
When I want hte truth about something
I call you
Because you are so honest
It is so essential
To have you in my life
Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being my love
This, is love.So, this is love.This, is love.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what its all about
If this was meant to be
You will cherish me.
And when the lightning flashes
And the thunder crashes
You will not laugh when I scream.
But you will save me from my fear
Today, tomorrow and all the years to come
You will be my knight in shining armor.
You might get upset
If you really truly love me
You will forgive me
For what ever I have done
To make you mad
You will support me
As I will support you.
You will always truly love me.
Today tomorrow, forever
Today, tomorrow and always
So, this is love.
29. HappinessHappier than the day I met you29. Happiness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was the day you said "I love you".
Happier than the day I saw you smile
Was the day you said "I love you".
Happier than the day I saw you laugh
Was the day you said "I love you."
Happier than the day I made you smile
Was the day you said "I love you".
Happier than the day I made you laugh
Was the day you said "I love you".
Happier than the day you said "I love you"
Was the day that never happened.
dear boydear boy,dear boy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
theres some things we need to get straight
whether you like it or not
firstly i might not know what love is
but i know what its not
- its not something anyone could feel for me
because i could never feel it for them
and loves a two way process
secondly - that wasnt intended to sound harsh
and thirdly, to clarify - i dont fall for people.
even people like you.
sometimes i think youre just too damn perfect
but i dont mind
(even if it does make me look bad)
and i wante
AsylumAsylum6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want out of here
But it seems as if I cannot escape
This horrible asylum I call my mind
The place where all past pains
And current terrors run amok
And the place where unwanted memories
Keep on reappearing
I want out of my mind
But it seems that I cant
Jump out of my head
And I just cant outrun the past
It seems that no matter where I go
And no matter where I turn
Fear and terror seems to find me
And take control of my mind.
I try to get away
But it seems as if Ill never escape
This dreadful asylum I call my mind.
5. Seeking SolaceWe all know Misery; well,5. Seeking Solace6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Misery, she loves company.
Loathing for someone else,
To dance an evil wicked dance.
Dragging you down,
each turn more fatal, in sorrow.
How she comforts you,
Misery, can make you smile.
That hurt feeling, she says,
Goes away after time, embrace it.
For, Misery, she loves company;
We all know that feeling.
Misery, yes; Misery,
Melancholy sadness; a comfort and joy.
Call of the demonTell me your worriesCall of the demon6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lies and your pain
I mock all the flurries
I'll laugh in the rain
For when did your troubles
I'll carve my initials
Right into your life
Your so superficial
I'll guide you to strife
I'll become your shadow
I'll blacken your mind
I'll feast upon your sorrow
I'll place you in my bind
Fear become thy nature
Hate become thine face
I will morph your facture
Steal all hope of Grace
I am the breaking
Of all that is known
The light of dawn
Remind you that life
Descends into death
None can escape its maw
Moonlit sonata...Where the melody wraps aroundMoonlit sonata...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart and soul
and binds me
Into comfortable submission
Taking its toll
As each key in place
Opens locks in my mind
With each moment of bliss
Comes one of rapture
And one of torment
For how could such be expressed
Through as sweet a thing
For this they are remembered
For their failures
For their triumphs
As each click
The swing of the arm
Motion of cadence
Brings about more
Filling what was left
With all that was right
And all that was wrong
Where each note
Is its own pleasure
Its own motivation
Its own fury
Its own penance
17. BloodI am not going to romanticize it17. Blood6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cutting does not deserve that honor
For when you press that sharp blade
To your flesh; one thing alone will happen
You will bleed.
There is no set way everyone cuts
Cutting is not all the same sort of relief to all
I can tell you; I prefer a knife and I cut my arms
A bitter sweet moment of life and death balanced
In my blood.
People form habits an addiction
Cutting becomes part of your life and liberty
It is not safe, no certainly not safe;
Even the careful make mistakes and loose
More than blood.
I am not going to give in
Cutting does not control me, I am strong
There will come a day, when I do not think of it
For this is a habit; I cannot help and I write this
In my blood.
Tails: Back in Diapers Ch 1The title says it all. If you don't like it then don't read it, it's as simple as that.Tails: Back in Diapers Ch 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The Secret
So it all began one night when Tails' parents had to leave for a meeting that would take all night, so they decided to leave him with a babysitter until they got back.
"Now Miles, I'd like you to meet your babysitter for the night" Amadeus told his son as the babysitter set down her bag.
"Hey kid, the name's Ebony Gale and I'm gonna be your sitter for tonight" the red and black furred fox said introducing herself.
"Mom, why can't I just stay home alone?"
"Because you're too young to stay home alone Miles" Rosemary answered in a sweet tone.
"But isn't 10 old enough? I'm not a baby anymore you know" Miles began to pout.
"Well when you get to be 12 then we'll consider it, but for now you're still going to be watched by a babysitter, and besides, you're sounding like a big baby right now with that attitude." Amadeus remarked.
"Oh and just to tell you beforehan
Come What MayJust let it happenCome What May6 years ago in Open More Like This
Do not fight the feeling
Do not battle the thought
Live for today
Be thankful for yesterday
For it was yesterday that
Made you what you are today
Tomorrow is what you will become.
If you knew exactly what tomorrow would bring
than why live at all?
It isthe excitement, the anticipation
of the coming that makes live
I am becoming
What I am meant to be.
Protect Me - Part 1 - Makorra~P~Protect Me - Part 1 - Makorra3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Protect Me - Part 1
Korra peered at herself in the mirror, touching at the area that she knew that there was a fifty-fifty chance would be a bulging mass in just a few months. Swallowing nervously, she turned around and shook her head, trying to convince herself that it was not true.
That there wasn't the possibility that she was pregnant.
The idea had only just recently struck the Avatar after a month and a half of sudden, debilitating illness bouts. One second she would be fine, training away with the boys, and the next, she'd be rushing out of the gym to the bathroom. Mako and Bolin had been worried, but she had assured them that it was just a simple, passing sickness she'd be fine soon. And, sure, she got better - it just took too long for her comfort.
The week before, was when Korra really began to accept the possibility of it, dread flooding her veins. At one point, about three weeks ago, Asami and her had been hanging out when the non-bender had speculated if mayb
Burning earthI can only listenBurning earth6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only watch
As the proud reap endlessly
The consequences of foolishness
The humble endlessly wounded
By such an ignorant harvest
For how can we survive
When we cannot care for our own
Cannot see through the haze
In a world where none can see any good
And fight needlessly to make some
In a world where social order
Cripples any form of equality
Under our barely vigilant watch
The hills will melt
The oceans burn
And the only cause we can fight for
Is mine, yours, his/hers
But never all three
For eternally will there be evil
So long as inequality exists
Malice shall follow
Thought this world dies slowly
It has one thing worth fighting for
One thing worth living for
Your in it, aren't you?
A great day for paddingI yawn, waking up. It was a new day with new struggles. I get up, stretching. I look outside from. It was bright and beautiful. I take a step and I hear a loud crinkle. "Huh...?" I look down at the light green, thick diaper that's as thick and big as a bean bag chair. "Where did this come from!?" I hear a giggle. I turn around, seeing a umbreon. "Good morning little child." I growl. "I'm not a child!" I shout. "Mewl all you want, I won't understand you." She says. As she said that, I freeze. "What...?" I ask. She comes out of the Shadows and I see she's wearing a blue diaper as large as mine. "You're so adorable!" She coos, licking the top of my head. I blush, backing away. She puts her tail around me so I can't go further. She continues licking me until I fall over on my back. She then continues to lick me, and tickles my feet with her tail. I laugh, trying to stop her. Soon I feel something warm and the diaper getting thicker and bigger. She giggles and stops tickling and picks me upA great day for padding2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This