Travels in the Gray LandOnce, wise men said the Earth was flat,Travels in the Gray Land1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now they say a sphere
But I the traveler have seen
A world arranged in tiers.
It’s three steps up and three steps down
With nothing in between
Each step a realm unto itself
One black, one gray, one green.
The uppermost, the sunlit land
Is lush with verdant choir
Babbling brooks and rustling reeds
Birdsongs in the briar.
Down below, the Black Land sleeps
Silent and austere
Into this reverent quietude
All must disappear.
The middle tier, a hidden plane,
Of neither sun nor shade;
A misty, lonely everscape
Where those like me have strayed.
The Gray Land has no native souls
All wanderers are we
Upon this rocky sea.
Gnarled trees and shallow caves, the
Total of existence
Scattered mountains, looming tall, but
Always in the distance.
For company, a walking stick
My friend, my aid, my balm -
Upon its neck I feel the warmth
Reflected from my palm.
We rarely stop, my staff and me,
We trek and traipse along
Once I Knew a GirlOnce I knew a girl named Eve. She was short and skinny and wore glasses, and everywhere she went she was all elbows. She mispronounced her R's and climbed trees barefoot and saw fairies where others only saw fireflies.Once I Knew a Girl5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Eve loved to read. Stories clung to her like velvet. Her bedroom was an Eden cast in mint green and populated by books new books, old books, books with all the secrets of the world hidden inside them.
She brought her love to school with her: sometimes, the teacher would send her out into the hallway for reading during class. Haha, wouldn't want us to actually learn anything in school, we used to joke.
There were those who hated Eve for being the way she was, and she despised them in turn. She hated openly; there was never any secret of her contempt. It was a good system.
Eve loved to create. She wrote and sewed and sculpted, she dreamed up places and people too large for real life. She played and mimicked and invented. She was a stickler for accuracy and a
The Search of the HummingbirdOnce there lived a hummingbird who loved to gaze at stars.The Search of the Hummingbird3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She breezed through days, awaiting the rolling summer nights, which unfurled like fresh-paved highways.
"Hello, star," said the hummingbird one evening. "You are the loveliest sight in the world."
"I am not a star," replied the tiny light. "The stars are what you see hanging there above you, far overhead. The stars are not real. They are the past, the once-was, the no-longer. I am a firefly. We are the now."
"I never knew," marveled the hummingbird. "Tell me more."
And so the hummingbird and the firefly conversed until the dawn. The next night the hummingbird returned, and the night after, and after again. They talked of air and earth and all between, of stalks of wheat and distant thunder.
"How do you know so very much?" asked the hummingbird.
"It is not I, but the light within me, that knows," said the firefly. "Light knows. Darkness also knows. It is the spaces in between which do not know."
"I, too, wish to know," said the
The Ballad of Red Riding HoodThe Ballad of Red Riding HoodThe Ballad of Red Riding Hood8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep inside the forest,
Along the Appalachian Ridge,
High above Rob Shuman's farm;
And past the Parker's Bridge;
They say you'll find a cabin
Where a hermit woman lives.
They say that once upon a time,
Not so long ago,
She lived alone with just her Ma,
In a house in Nell's Hollow;
And wore a fancy riding hood,
As soft and white as snow.
She was a small and lively girl
And a very pretty child
With a little dimple in her cheek
That showed each time she smiled
She even had her dead Pa's eyes
That glittered grey and wild
Her Grannie lived up in the hills,
In a cabin in the wood.
The girl often came to see her,
Dressed in her white riding hood,
To bring her Grannie cakes and tea,
When her health was not so good.
For each full moon her Grannie
Went outside at night;
Stood out in the dark and cold,
Her grey eyes glowing bright;
She changed from a woman to a wolf,
And roamed until first light.
And so the girl was sent to help her
Until the moon's demise,
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
in our minds we rot.my lips taste like soot.in our minds we rot.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i realize that we
are nothing but hell-brought fire,
the seven deadly sins
(you be lust, i'll be pride)
and a mess of upside down picture frames.
my teacher once told me
that most writers are introverts;
we drink in the world
and spew it back in ink and titles.
we tattoo words
across the inside of our eyelids--
but somewhere in the process
i must have drawn you
inside the convex of my irises,
because all i can think about
is your wind-shaken frame
flames licking across your hips.
you turn black
beneath my hands.
i can't write about that.
Ode To The TsundereHe loves me not, he says with blushing cheek.Ode To The Tsundere9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He'd rather die a fiery death than kiss
A girl with zero sex appeal, a geek
(he says it twice for extra emphasis).
So why the constant stares? I ask. He lies.
He hates the sight of me, he quickly shouts –
Without the scorn his panicked oath implies.
The dissonance contributes to my doubts.
Alone one day, he smiles at me; I gasp.
A joke? A lapse of judgment? Or perhaps
A glimpse of truth at last within my grasp!
I kiss his cheek and watch his walls collapse.
A victory for me, like striking gold.
For him, a death by kisses hot and cold.
His Kiss of Choices"Snow?" Garrus asked, tilting his head as he processed the information. Shepard watched her companion carefully and her lips twitched at the sight of his curiosity. The turian's eyes narrowed, but the Commander had enough patience to wait out his apprehension. "What do you mean, snow?" His normally husky voice grew more vicious as he quickly became frustrated.His Kiss of Choices4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And he took the bait. Shepard's smile broadened and she felt her fingers twitch with the adrenaline, "I mean the weather- 'snow'. Is there any other kind of snow?" Snorting her own skepticism, she waved any possible answer away as if Garrus could consider one.
"I understand what the term snow refers to, but I'm more confused by your intentions with it," he responded with mild concern. Ducking his head further into his armor, Garrus unconsciously backed up a step, but Shepard had him in her sights. Uncomfortable, the turian's shifting glances focused on the stars passing out beyond the safety of the ship.
He was alrea
Her Contract Conditions"He's not gonna make it," Zaeed informed her as the bloody turian in her arms gagged and sputtered. She shared a desperate glance with the mercenary and felt an overwhelming twist of fear in her heart.Her Contract Conditions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, not Garrus.
His navy blue blood, something she never wanted to see, had pooled around them all to stain her armor and coat her fingertips. Without much thought, she reached over to wipe the trickles of blood from his nose, a useless endeavor, but something to comfort them both nevertheless. His faded eyes flickered over to her and for a brief moment, Shepard caught his sense of finality.
She didn't have the guts to study the part of his face blown away for more than a few brief glances - enough to know that there was a deep gouge where skin and plating should have been. Pieces of him, shards of thick exoskeleton and soft bits of tissue, hung limply from the wound; only holding by mere threads of skin.
"Garrus, hold on," she pleaded urgently, her voice cracking as she met his gaze onc
Poem to MyselfEverything will turn out okay in the endPoem to Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Things will fall into place and the heart will mend
I got to just believe in myself a little more
the pain will lessen and my spirit will soar
I wanna be married but for now just to me
others need to accept me for who they see
I don't want to lie anymore especially to myself
now, focusing on what i want not collecting dust on a shelf
spiderwebs in my thoughts its time to clear my head
I'm gonna do things my way to no longer dread
regrets are the worse things to experience in life
words can heal or hurt as a cut of a knife
I wrote this poem so i can have a reminder
I have to love me first so life can be a little kinder.
Intoxicating ThoughtsIntoxicating Thoughts2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wait." I frowned at the older male that was walking next to me. "What are you laughing about?"
"How you made it this far in life." He said honestly. There was laughter in his voice, and I even though he was laughing at me found myself sharing it too. "That is one mystery in life that I will never figure out."
"Eh, I'm sure that you'll figure it out in another twenty years."
"Maybe in another century or two."
"I'll drop by and ask around that time then. If I can find you, that is."
"You'll find me. You always do." He gave me a small smile, and it was one that I gladly returned. Of course I would return it. It wasn't that I disliked him no matter what differences that we had when I was growing up.
"Because you're too easy to find." I pointed out easily. He was to me. To others he wasn't. Adrian Rivers happened to be a very tricky one to find.
"Says you." He stuck his tongue out at me, and got a few snickers for his trouble. He was an old man; he didn't really
Ender's GameI've barely livedEnder's Game5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And lived too much
I've done great things
Without a touch
I've destroyed a species
In a game
Then in reality
To their worlds we came
I kill with empathy
My understanding too great
I know how they think
I know their deaths date
I hate who I am
For saving our lives
But that's why I did it
So we could still strive
They've made me a killer
But I'm no beast
I don't want to harm
I just want peace
My mind's become a martyr
Yet the greatest living of all
I understand tactics
But not beauty's blunt call
I was the future
Now I'm the past
I almost lost sanity
I gained friends to last
My name is Ender
And this is my game
I'm only 11 right now
But I have no child's brain
On My Own (Grantaire Parody)And now I'm left alone againOn My Own (Grantaire Parody)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home, without a friend
Without that hope they all can renew
The empty bottles all drawn near;
I pray for the numbness I hold dear
Sometimes I stumble through the streets
When everybody else is sleeping
I'm losing focus and sensation
But the bitterness I'm keeping
He spoke of black and red
The words still ring inside my head
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
I walk with him 'til morning
I drink away my sorrows
Until all I see is him and me
At least until tomorrow
In this haze
The pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty like the river
In my vision
His eyes are full of starlight
And I can see him holding me to scare away the shivers
And I know
And I'm all the more resigned
That it's the drink that's talking to me
And not him
It's only Patria in his mind
Still I say
There's a way for us
I love him
But when sobriety ends illusion
He is gone
To plan his revolution
E2C1R: CorrespondenceEpisode 2: HuntedE2C1R: Correspondence4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 6: Correspondence
Tali rubbed her shoulder after closing the injection port on her suit. Mordin hadn't been kidding when he'd said that the injections would cause soreness. It felt like she had run a marathon- with her arms. Both Chakwas and Mordin had kept her under constant surveillance since administering the first dose of the retro-virus. So far the only side effects were a ravenous appetite and the expected dull ache throughout her muscles that accompanied the treatment.
She understood the basic principles of how the treatment worked. A normal virus operated by splicing its genetic code into a target cell, causing the cell to replicate that code and produce more viruses until it died, usually from filling itself with the offending pathogen.
The retro-virus spliced the regen-sequence into its target cell and effectively 'died', leaving the altered cell to go about its normal business. Since the virus didn't get replicated, mul
My MudBlood or Our Mudblood"Hermione" a voice called. I turned around and saw Ron running towards me "yeah" I replied.My MudBlood or Our Mudblood4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He ruffled a hand through his shaggy red hair "I heard there two new people coming at Hogwarts" he said grinning.
I frowned "that's odd...it never happened before" I murmured. He stopped grinning "yeah it is weird for students to come during the middle of the year" he said.
We kept on walking until we reached the Great Hall where we bumped into Ginny..."oh sorry" she whispered, "that's okay" Ron said grinning. "Oi! lavender" he called and ran to her.
Once Ron was out of our sight; Ginny grabbed my wrist in a death grip and glared at me "you better watch it...I don't want Ron dating someone as ugly as you so you better stay out of his and Lavender way" she snarled.
I sighed and removed her bony hand off my wrist "I don't like Ron" I said a bit hurt...Ginny and I used to be best friend.
Until 4th year when she wanted to date a really cute guy named Archer but he liked me instead and said that Ginn
Shepard I'm PregnantDr. Chakwas looked down at Miranda lying on the bed. Miranda wondered briefly why she was here. After all, it was only a bit of sickness. But Shepard had asked her to go and find out what it was, so she had. It was early and the majority of the crew was asleep, except Dr. Chakwas. She seemed to be wide awake. Miranda envied her as she stifled a yawn. Dr. Chakwas looked down at the OSD and sighed. Miranda tried not to show the fear creeping through her.Shepard I'm Pregnant5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Miranda, you are not ill," she said, but Miranda noticed the look in Dr. Chakwas' eyes. "You are -- I don't quite know how to say this."
"What?" Miranda asked impatiently.
Dr. Chakwas faltered for a moment, and then said, "You are pregnant."
Miranda's mouth dropped open. I can't be. It's absurd.
She wanted to say something, but for once she was lost for words. She smiled as the realisation swept over her.
"Congratulations,"" Dr. Chakwas said with a faint smile.
Miranda was still a little stunned, but thanked the doctor. Then a terribl
Show Her You Can Dance Chap 2Show Her You Can DanceShow Her You Can Dance Chap 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A part of Joker missed the days where he could drop the Mako on planets so Commander Shepard could drive it through the terrain, albeit badly. The Mako drops and pickups always gave him something to look forward to between missions. But now, the new Normandy was just too big for such drops. The pilot resigned himself to just monitoring the ground team through his console. Joker brought up the monitors for Shepard, Garrus, and Miranda. Each one gave reports on vital signs, thermal clip usage, as well as an onboard camera. Where the hell Miranda had hers attached was beyond Joker nor did he care to find out.
The pilot forced out a sigh and leaned against his hand as he propped his arm up on the chair. The day's earlier embarrassment was still fresh in his mind. He'd been caught sleeping at the helm before, no one bothered him about that since moving about the ship was difficult for him. It was the whole getting caught mumbling in his sleep part th
Show Her You Can Dance Chap 1Show Her You Can DanceShow Her You Can Dance Chap 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes darted across the console, something wasn't right in the readings. Every scan made came up with unknowns. The mystery ship left a feeling in the pit of Joker's stomach. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
"Cruiser has changed course. Now on intercept trajectory."
"Can't be! Stealth systems are engaged," Pressly countered. "There's no way a Geth ship could possibly-"
"It's not the Geth! Brace for evasive maneuvers!" Joker's hands darted across the controls in a desperate attempt to dodge the oncoming attack. He had made the Normandy dance out of danger, he could do it again. There was no way this new enemy could tell him otherwise. At least that's what he told himself. Trying to keep his nerve, Joker barked status reports and orders to anyone nearby. Only when no one answered him, did Joker look back and finally realize the scope of the damage done to his beautiful ship. The only thing between him and oblivion were the kinet
Dramione11: Blame it on LoveDramione11: Blame it on Love4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blame It on Love
It was the day of the first match
Between two of Hogwarts' infamous houses
Every creature, human and ghost were stirring
Even the thieving kitchen mouse!
In the Great Hall, it was extremely loud. Louder than the usual. Many students who of different houses travelled over to the Gryffindor table to wish Harry, the team's captain and seeker, good luck. No one really went to the Slytherin tablet to wish them luck, but they didn't really care and if someone did actually bother, they'd only receive a cold shoulder.
Blaise, who was dressed in his chaser uniform, nudged Draco by the shoulders. "Hey, look. Potter's center of attention again. Lovely, huh?"
Draco slowly lifted his head up to look. "Scar-head, Potter. 'The Boy Who Live,' Potter. He just loves attention. That stupid scar of his probably soaks it all up." He pointed his fork at H
HijabShe walks on to the bus with a gentle step,Hijab2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her elegant face framed in beautiful patterned silk,
She sits down in the back of the bus and people scurry away,
Men ignore her, as woman with unveiled heads mock her discreetly,
They think she's ignoring them so they speak louder and louder,
She remains steadfast and cheerful,
Her eyes always glistening with happiness few dream of,
Her smile still warm and peaceful,
Not a thought of ill will or intent,
Despite the fact that many suspect it,
Joy remains on her face, with a twinkling in her eyes,
The men who ignored her get off a their stop,
The women who mocked her get off at their stop,
And finally she get's off, unfazed and with a spring in her step.
Phantom of the Opera InterviewI decided to take my life into my own hands and interview Erik, Christine, and Raoul for their sides of the story...Phantom of the Opera Interview8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Me: Ok, who wants to go first?
Raoul: Oh me me me me! Pick meeeeee!
Erik: Just kill him now…
Me: All right…Raoul *cringe* can go first.
Raoul: Yippee! Well, I went to the Opera House 'cause I was pretty much in charge of things there.
Erik: *cough* liar *cough*
Raoul: So there were these new managers that wanted me to have a look around. Rehearsals for some opera were going on. Carlotta was singing. Mercifully, someone dropped a backdrop on her. She started shrieking, and that's when I decided it was time to leave…
Me: Ok, then what? *cough* stupid fop…
Raoul: Did you say something?
Me: No, no, carry on…
Raoul: I came back for the opera later, and Christine was singing! I was like; "I haven't seen her in like a billion years!" So I stopped by her dressing room after the sho
Hard LessonsHermione POV:Hard Lessons9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Filthy little mudblood!" he screams.
He's at it again. He never quits!
"Shut up, Malfoy," I bite hard on his name.
"C'mon Granger, scared?" he always taunts me.
"NO, God, Urgh!" I can't stand him!
I stalk off. I walk down the unusually straight main hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron and Harry are already in the dorms, planning Harry's millionth escape to the grounds. I don't understand why they persist, but it works.
I was just walking to the Prefect's room from Dinner when Malfoy, with his thugs Crabbe and Goyle, cut me off. Ever since I punched him in the third year he never challenges me alone.
HappinessSeries Title: After the ReapersHappiness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe © BioWare
Any character you haven't heard of © me
I've recently become enamoured with the Mass Effect 'verse, thanks to a beautiful piece of Garrus/FemShep art here on DA: Mass Effect - After the Reaper by *ghostfire, and while I haven't actually played the games yet, I did do some research and fell in love with Garrus and Shepard's story and decided to try my hand at writing the 'ship.
Now, my vision for this is that it's going to be a series of short stories about Shepard and Garrus' relationship, so they won't always be in chronological order. I'll let you know in the ANs just where about it fits in the ME timeline and if the story in question is companionable with any of the others.
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, who despite having little knowledge of the Mass Effect universe,
With WolvesIt's eight o'clock and the moon is high.With Wolves5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The sun is gone from the blackened sky.
Her howls to the moon grow yearnful each day
Cares tossed to the wind, come what may.
Her friends don't really love her.
They just want heart.
A mob that's so irksome
She has to depart.
Mama, don't you cry.
It's all going to be alright.
Your baby runs with wolves tonight.
Daddy, don't be scared.
Even though you never really cared
That your daughter ran with wolves tonight.
Brother, don't be afraid.
Sissy hasn't gone away.
She's running with wolves tonight.
If we could only see through her,
A heart that's grown to deny.
With each fluttered beat and rasping breath
She runs with her wolves tonight.
Mama, don't you cry.
Your baby's still alright.
She runs with the wolves tonight.
Daddy, don't be scared.
Daughter's fangs are bared,
Running with wolves tonight.
Brother, don't be afraid.
The story's already made,
And Sister runs with the wolves tonight.
And every Wolf-girl
With her soul aflame,
Cries to the moon