Truly FreeIn this world as we know itTruly Free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No human will ever be free
Slavery is lessoned
But the past will forever haunt
Never free of bad memories
And still racism will haunt
Never will it end
Even in the façade of peace
We are not free
Judgment of others
Social standings and wealth
And being told what to do
Where to go
What to be
In our own homes
We're trapped from the start
The teachings and influence of those around us
Swaying our minds one way or another
Never will our thoughts be truly free
Imagine none of these restrictions
Are we yet free?
It still comes down to the basics of life
Our physical limitations
We cannot fly freely among the birds
Nor swim with the whales in the open sea
But say we could
We're still confined
The day the world ends
Will be the day
Humans are truly free.
The King's Crown Chapter IIIChapter IIIThe King's Crown Chapter III2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Blood on the Pages
Without a second to spare, Asbel struggled to keep his footing as he stepped back and held his arms out. Richard's grip slipped from the stone front of the float and he scrambled for a moment before falling backward. He landed in his knight's awaiting arms, though the force knocked him off of his feet. Asbel managed to put his hand protectively behind the monarch's head before they both landed together in a pile on the floor.
So much for tripping…
The guards shouted as the turtle went back down on all four of its legs. Once it was stable, Richard rose to a sitting position, though they were both slightly tangled in the long cloak.
"Are you alright?" Asbel asked worriedly, looking for any sign of injury as he scrambled to his feet.
"I'm fine," Richard replied brusquely as he accepted the hand his knight held out to him. "Thank you, Asbel."
They didn't have time to say more as the other knights started guiding Richard back up to the platform to bid t
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.Horror Of My Childhood2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -Sirens2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Red vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The scene opens with the familiar animated star field. A familiar ship comes into view flying on a tilt. It passes the viewer at high speed. The saucer bares the familiar name and designation of USS Enterprise NCC-1701 but it looks like someone spray painted Sarges ship over Enterprise in red. The view pans over the top of the saucer of the Enterprise to focus on the bridge. Inside are four Spartan soldiers attending various stations. They are the red team from red army, Sarge in the captains chair, Donut at the Helm, Simmons at sensors, doubling for communications, and Griff at the second station next to Donut.
Sarge: Sarges log today. Whatever today is
Simmons: Its a stardate, Sarge. Technically today would be stardate 13-88.5.
Sarge: Shut up, Simmons. Let me do the log.
Simmons: Can do, Sarge.
Griff: Why dont we just go by the normal time stamp? You know, Month, day and then year.
Simmons: That is how a
I am a GirlI am a girl who smilesI am a Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when things aren't always happy
I am a girl who cries
but stands up and starts over
I am a girl who is Bisexual
that loves both of the sexes
I am a girl in love
with 2 people
I am a girl that is strong
when most are weak
I am a girl that smiles all the time
when everything is falling apart
I am a girl that sheds a tear
but starts all over again
I am a girl that never gives up
when things don't go her way
I am a girl with a heart
a girl that is in love
I am a girl that cares deeply
for those she truly loves
I am a girl who is in love
with a guy as well as a girl
I am a girl that is Bisexual
and stands up for what she believes is right
I am not a whore
I am not a slut
I am just a girl
that should be treated fairly
I am a girl with a difference
I am a girl with opinions
I am a girl that does not care
I am a girl who will always be Me
Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part IThe story of her life wasn't a normal one. For one, she had no idea where she had really come from. She had no idea where - or who - she was, for that matter. All she knew was that she had awoken with a screaming headache on a cart headed for Skyrim. She didn't recognize the people she was with. She barely recognized her own hands, for they were not armored or clean, but bound tight with ropes. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was a girl, a prisoner, and about to die.Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was shockingly calm for a person in her predicament. She couldn't remember why she was a prisoner and bound. She was probably caught crossing the border into Skyrim, even though she hadn't a clue what her crime was. Maybe she stole something without thinking, or crossed the wrong guard. Maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Did it matter? Really, did it matter?
Her vision unblurred from the light. A horse-drawn carriage with an armed guard was pulling her to her eminent doom. A chill
Why I Don't like BasementsI carefully avoid the random stuffed animals as I make my way down the bare plywood stairs. My dad always says he's going to finish this basement but we all know that's never going to happen.Why I Don't like Basements2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am almost to the bottom when my bare foot slips on an unnoticed toy. "Damn it Mittens!" I say under my breath as I pick myself up off the cold concrete floor. I used to think it was cute that the cat carried up our old toys. It looked like he was carrying his babies but now I wish he never figured out how to get into those tubs.
I stand up slowly, looking around in the black. My hand stretches to the rough wall feeling for the light switch. I find it and flip it expecting to be blinded by the sudden light but it never came. I guess that one lonely light had finally burned out. Oh well. Mittens still needs food or I will hear about it later when I'm trying to sleep.
I'm pretty familiar with my surroundings with this being my house for my whole life. I try to forget the uneasy feeling I get about
The Age of Assassins, chapter 1Chapter 1: The New KidThe Age of Assassins, chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was just getting settled into my new room when I heard the door open behind me. Looking back, I saw the browned face of a Redguard boy, maybe a year or two older than me. He wore the good-quality Imperial-style tunic and trousers that were common in the city of Solitude, and he was carrying a lute under one arm. We stared at each other in surprise for a moment, the corner of a bedsheet in my hand, until he finally stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“You’ll have to forgive my surprise,” he said with a slight smile, putting his lute down on the desk next to his bed. “I didn’t realize that I was getting a roommate.”
“Yeah,” I responded, “sorry about that. I just got here this morning, and things have been a little crazy.”
“I imagine that it must have been. Crazy, I mean. Everyone else has been moved in for days, and classes start tomorrow.”
“If I could have gotten here
Myths of SheogorathSheogorath Invents MusicMyths of Sheogorath7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the earliest of days, in a time when the world was still raw, Sheogorath decided to walk amongst the mortals. He donned his guise of Gentleman With a Cane, and moved from place to place without being recognized. After eleven days and eleven nights, Sheogorath decided that life among mortals was even more boring than his otherworldly existence.
"What can I do to make their lives more interesting?" he said to himself. At that same moment, a young woman nearby commented wistfully to herself, "The sounds of the birds are so beautiful."
Sheogorath silently agreed with her. Mortals could not make the beautiful and inspired calls of birds. Their voices were wretched and mundane. He could not change the nature of mortals, for that was the purview of other Daedric Princes. However, he could give them tools to make beautiful sounds.
Sheogorath took hold of the petulant woman and ripped her asunder. From her tendons he made lutes. From her skull and arm bones he made a
Mr. Popular ManlyPolandxReader"You know, (Name), nothing's ever going to happen if you don't make a move." You sighed at the now familiar words coming from your friend, Elizabeta's, mouth. Ever since you unexpectedly developed a crush on the coolest guy in school, conversations like this happened all too often.Mr. Popular ManlyPolandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Liza, he's the most popular guy at our school. And I am nowhere near him in our high school hierarchy." The words were practically formality now. These conversations always played out the same, and had become almost a habit. It was Elizabeta's turn to sigh at your words. She never really expected a different answer, but she figured it could never hurt keep to trying.
"(Name), if you don't try Feliks is going to get swept up by some other girl."
"He probably hates me, remember? He's the toughest guy in school and finding out that he secretly has a thing for cross-dressing doesn't get me any points with him."
"But it's not like you found out on purpose. And it's been, what, six months? And you haven't told an
Lapin et Grenouille - France x England[A/N] Yes, France and England are chibi in this story. Chibi and adorable....Lapin et Grenouille - France x England2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You stupid damned frog! I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you!" England squeaked, stomping his bare foot on the ground and curling his pudgy little hands into fists.
Grimacing ever so slightly, France bent down to pick up the small rabbit doll that he had just dropped in a puddle of mud. "S-sorry, bunny. I didn't mean to...."
"Don't call me that!" The doll was snatched from his hands and clutched to the tiny nation's chest. He used the hem of his oversized green cloak to begin wiping the dirt from his precious toy's fur.
Seeing this as an opportunity to change the subject and avoid the younger nation holding a grudge against him, Francis smiled and leaned closer to his friend. "Would you rather I call you 'lapin'?"
A pair of bottle-green eyes peered up at him curiously from a sweet, round face. "What does that mean?"
"'Rabbit', of course. It just sounds so much better in the language o
How. DAII END SPOILERHow. DAII END SPOILER4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ashes from the burning chantry remains dance their way across the courtyard, ticking off the seconds, minutes of silence, before it is finally broken by a small, choked voice that can wait in silence no more.
"You hate me right now, don't you? You want to make me hurt, make me suffer; pay for what I've done. And yet, somehow, I'm under your skin. Unbidden, I have crept into the deepest parts of you until until you cannot conceive of a world without me in it. And you hate me all the more for it."
The dagger at the speaker's back pauses. The hand holding it shakes.
"Ask me how I know."
Cortland Hawke bites down hard on his lower lip as his fingers twitch on the knife's hilt. Is it to stop his mouth from answering the question? As blood is drawn from the wounds his teeth inflict he realises that, no, he just needed to feel something. Slight though it is, the pain is something different. It's not here. It's not this.
The blond head in front of him is dipped. Long, white, sha
Zutara Week- Day 2 HistoryZutara Week- Day 2 History4 years ago in Romance More Like This
History honored them in death. Two stone coffins forever sat together, a sad repeat of Oma and Shu.
Carved on one lid was a blazing sun. The other showed a dazzling moon. One wall told their story to the world; a tale of love that defied the spirits.
But the moon and the sun loved each other so much they were by each other's side everyday. This confused the people greatly, for no one could tell whether it was day or night.
To correct this, the spirits separated them, cursing them to chase each other in the sky forever, always apart.
But their love was strong, stronger than the spirits. The sun would meet the moon at night and cover her from the spirits' wrath. And the moon would meet the sun during the day and would make him hide behind her, protecting him from the spirits' rage.
The memorial of the two lovers is still seen in the United Republic. It fills with many couples on the day of an eclipse. In fact, if one were to study the crowd closely, a certain Avatar can be see
Neko!AmericaxNeko!Reader - Too Freakin' Cute~ / P2"Mother! Daddy~!"Neko!AmericaxNeko!Reader - Too Freakin' Cute~ / P22 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pa, Ma, yur' back!"
"Mom, why'd it take so long?!"
"Hey, paps, mam. How're things up at ole' Uncle Iggy's place, huh?"
"Dad, stupid Texas doesn't beleive me that I'M the biggest! None of 'em do!"
"YOU'RE the stupid one, dumba--"
The big yellow tabby immediately ducked to your authority, lowering his head and flattening his ears in submission and muttering a quiet, "'M sorry, ma'am. Don' need such nasty talk 'round here, I knows we don't."
You swished your tail once, scowling down at him still, meowed, "I know you know we don't. Now, apologize to your brother."
He decided to be a bit smart with you. "Which brother, Ma? I got's thirty or so uv 'em..."
"Do I need to give you a good cuff over the head, or do I?" Americat was suddenly stalking his large self forward, fur puffed up in his indignance towards his son as he landed a nice, hard blow just behind the yellow tom's ear. The latter hissed in retaliation, but made no move to physically challenge
Queen Bee "Darn it, another Wurmple! Not again!" I let out a groan as the red caterpillar appeared on my screen. Once my Roserade was sent into the field, I selected the RUN option and fled from the battle. I sighed in disappointment and slathered more honey onto the tree. Grumbling to myself, I went to my party and had Staraptor use Fly from Floaroma Town over to Oreburgh City.Queen Bee4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hopefully this tree will have a better Pokemon I thought to myself as I headed north to the Cycling Road. I had already been to five other trees, and I had encountered two Wurmple, a Silcoon, a Munchlax, and a male Combee. I was ecstatic when I saw the Combee go across my screen, but that quickly faded as I saw it was a male. I pushed those thoughts into the back of my mind as I approached the next tree. It wasn't shaking hard, but I still pressed A, figuring that I didn't have anything to lose. The battle scene s
Relinquished EmeraldRelinquished Emerald4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've always been a gamer at heart and as such, I'm always seeking the "next challenge" for myself, to surpass and exceed my peers in. Pokémon is a game with limitless challenges for the creative minds, and I have always found ways to be able to have enough variety and depth for me to add a rule here or there and have experiences and challenges I have never experienced before nor will experience again in the end. No items challenge? That one is not a problem and end up doing that regularly without realizing it. Battle Frontier gold prints challenge? That takes a lot of persistence and pushes me for a strong challenge but still conquered. Obtaining all available without trading? That is a piece of cake but time consuming. Not using specific Pokémon is easily workable, even when eliminating over half of the Pokédex. A Mono-type team or solo Pokémon challenge? T
The Bitter TruthThe Bitter Truth.The Bitter Truth4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He really didn't want to come here.
That's all that went through Malik's head as he walked through the corridors of Solomon's Temple. Every step he made through the dark, cold halls caused a nauseous feeling to rise up in his stomach and his fingers to clench around his torch more tightly. His legs felt like lead if he moved along and with every movement he made, he strongly contemplated to turn around again and never look back.
Why had he decided to come back here? This was the place where everything he had worked for perished, where everything went wrong and where he lost his limb. It was barely a few months ago that Kadar had died in this wretched place and he was still coping with the loss of his little brother. What point was there in going back and tearing old wounds open?
Still, his legs kept moving forward, further into the darkness. It was as if he was no longer in control of his own body, as if some greater force was pulling him along. He was unable t