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Point Commission: Samurai and DancerSamurai and a Dancer.Point Commission: Samurai and Dancer1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A lone Samurai entered into a kabuki theater, his sword layed low. He wore a hat to hide his battle scars. He sat down on the floor,. He enjoyed his food. The Kabuki Dancers started to get into there roles. They danced to the music's fine beat. One young dancer called the eye of the Samurai, she looked young but it sent a warm feeling to him. He studied her moves carefully, never gazing an eye to the other dancers. She didn't see his glare, much to his relief, as she focused on her dancing. Then she suddenly tripped, and the Samurai took evasive action and grabbed her before she can fall. The dancer looked at him for on
d e t o u r n e rAn exasperation of thought, fear and a self conscious, losing itself into the way of conversation. Your lips move despite the rain dripping itself into your mouth. You feel at ease your body calm, like a candle still in the silent night. Your nose is cold, pig like pink at the tip, but you don't care you sniff away at the angry fluid rushing out. Your presence with another is somewhat in a daze. This feeling is not real. You gently remove the umbrella from your protected body, letting the small tears of the heavens fall upon your naked face. You look up to the yellow, grey lit sky blinking away the drops of the serene water. You stand there id e t o u r n e r2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
WORLD WAR Z: Lucky[Excerpted from the blog @ ISurvivedTheZombieApocalypse.com*]WORLD WAR Z: Lucky4 years ago in Horror More Like This
[The following emotional interview was conducted between one of our esteemed reporters and a now world-renowned survivor of the events that occurred following Z-Day**. Our interviewee wishes to remain unnamed at this time, until the release of her debut non-fiction novel in mid-December, title yet to be disclosed.]
I’m – I’m so sorry. It’s just… it’s been so hard to adjust to the way things… were before. Well, as close as it’ll ever be, I guess. So they say. I can’t just – switch gears.
That’s completely understa
Native-English? Please, READ!Last Face of the MoonNative-English? Please, READ!10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Written by: Sara Bardi
Translated by: Marco Romero
Chapter ONE: Black Moon
Another sleepless night.
Fantastic, he thought as his gloomy eyes stared at the pale morning light that already leaked through the ceiling's beams. He stretched his long slim arms over his head and sat up on his straw bed.
That hut seemed an utterly sinister place. From the black sooty ceiling hung many racks containing sharp tools and it was not uncommon to see human or animal skulls among the many objects that crammed the shelves. Tylan's presence completed the disturbing atmosphere. So skinny he could easily be mistaken for one of the ye
Un giornoUn giorno gli Umani potranno volare.Un giorno3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Non nel cielo, ma nello spazio.
Un giorno faranno un salto ed esploreranno il cosmo.
Un giorno fuggiranno da un pianeta morente.
Un giorno troveranno un nuovo pianeta su cui ricominciare.
Un giorno incontreranno nuove razze extraterrestri.
Un giorno queste razze conosceranno la nostra cultura e la nostra storia.
Un giorno queste razze convivranno con gli umani.
Un giorno saremo in grado di creare nuove forme di vita.
Un giorno potremo clonare e creare uomini.
Personalmente, spero di non vedere mai quel giorno.
La palude -ita-La palude -ita-5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gli alberi si intrecciavano.
Legavano le loro possenti braccia,
come in un ultimo abbraccio.
La fradicia acqua
non mostrava altro che la morte.
Io nuotavo in essa.
Mani spente cercavano un’uscita,
aggrappandosi alle mie vesti,
strappandole, talvolta,
riempiendole del fetore dell’eterno sonno.
Come folta edera
cercavano di attirare il mio sguardo,
cosicché io potessi piangere
per le loro anime…
Ma io guardavo dinnanzi.
Una figura corvina
aspettava il mio approdo sulla riva;
mi fissava con malinconico sguardo,
il medesimo che dovevo alle anime
intorno a me.
Allungò la scarna mano verso di me.
The Chrysopeian Chronicles Prolouge6 months ago in Profiles
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The Life of a Dark GodThe Life of a Dark God3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Creativity flowed out of him as searching tendrils, probing the environment,
examining the tools at his disposal. The world around him was silent, slow. Like time
was only crawling lethargically forward. The tides of battle resembled more closely the
tides of the sea, slowly sweeping one bed of kelp to quietly buffet another. It was almost
a serene spectacle, where the blood seeping into the thirsty earth was ignored by all but
his searching tentacles.
As his consciousness sniffed out the spilled life-force of thousands of men,
comrades and enemies alike, he drew a deep breath, closing his eyes, seeming to all
around him as a stone
Psychedelic NostalgiaPsychedelic Nostalgia8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In the song "Strawberry Fields Forever", written by John Lennon and performed by The Beatles, is a musical achievement comparable to very few if any other songs since its release. Getting right down to it, the speaker is an unidentified male, which turns out to be Lennon himself. The tone is clearly established as a surreal and peaceful one, lifting the reader into a calm state upon hearing the song. The initial theme is that of referring to Lennon's childhood playground, the Salvation Army Orphanage in Woolton, Liverpool, which was called Strawberry Field. Many of the Lennon's and Sir Paul McCartney's compositions shared similar nostalgi
BaitTie me upBait3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And drag me down
To where the wolves cry.
Leave me there
And let me die.
Let them come
With bared tooth and claw
To tear at my neck
With powerful jaw.
You never left, it seems
As you take out your gun,
Hiding from the bushes
You get your job done.
It fires loud and clear
But I do not hear a thing
As I lay in the snow
No longer living.
You take home your prize
You laugh with no tears
The wolves have now left me
To rot over years.
Hunger Games OTC:Reaping DayEverynight before the Reaping it was the same thing over and over. Ever since she was 12, her Eldest sister Natty would make stew. Dad wouldn't come home, and Ashton proceeded to have a nightmare about what would happen. She'd seen other girls Reaped before, but the nightmare was always the same.Hunger Games OTC:Reaping Day7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They would call her name and she'd be yanked from the crowd. She'd run and reach for her sibilings, but they would get farther and farther from her before she was pulled into a dark room before being thrown over a cliff into whatever torture awaits her. Ashton would always wake, screaming and crying till her older brother Cleve would come in, and sl
Horse StoryMidnight hovers like a stark raven as the Russian prisoners sleep, yet I am awake. The little lit-up village that the cigarette buds create continues to give me a warmth previously absent. I imagine the little people inside the village--the russian women, the children and animals. It does nothing for me to think about such things, but still the thoughts come. War does not welcome these thoughts of the enemy.Horse Story2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One man sitting near looks towards me, awake, my face illuminated by my own cottage light. I do not look away nor pretend to ignore him, instead I lean over, closer to him. He says nothing but continues to stare.
“Hey,” I sa
SymbioticThis is the story of two.Symbiotic1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Symbiotic: mutually beneficial; interdependent.
Death and Life. Life and Death. Such heavy words, such heavy words…
Let it be known that Life is indeed a fragile scale that must be balanced. Without balance, Death can take over. The one single thing that tips this balance so often is this idea of happiness.
Happiness: the state of being happy.
Happy: feeling pleasant or content; satisfaction.
Satisfaction in ones life is so incredibly rare, and one must wonder how the word keeps turning...the balance is so greatly disturbed with this un-happiness that it has driven many to end their own Life. Death has t
I'm Still Here... (POEM 2)2 months ago in Free Verse
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Always coming backShepard resisted the urge to run her hand through her short red hair. The mess hall wasn't crowded, but she was sure that someone would have noticed. There was already enough scuttlebutt regarding her relationship with the asari. Acting like a nervous teenager on the way to Liara's cabin was not likely to improve the situation.Always coming back1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The door chimed and slid open. Shepard was not surprised to see the doctor standing at her master computer terminal. The Broker's AI, Glyph, approached the entry, but Shepard waved it away, irritated.
"Hello, Shepard", the asari finally said, looking up.
Osi's Guide to RoleplayingOsi's Unofficial Guide to RoleplayingOsi's Guide to Roleplaying5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
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Introduction
Hi, and welcome to my unofficial guide to roleplaying. ^^ Before we begin, I'd like to point at that I am not, in any way, saying that what I write here is the only, or the best, way to roleplay: I am merely setting up a guide for those who have no idea about how to go about it, or would like some hints on how to improve their roleplaying.
Questions, and suggestions, are both appreciated and loved.
The basics: Style
First off, I'll start with the very basics of roleplaying - the style. There are two main styles of roleplaying:
Ast
Blank Character Sheet (doc) (Over 370 Questions!)Blank Character Sheet (doc) (Over 370 Questions!)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
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General Characteristics
Appearance: (What does your character look like? Written descriptions are fine.)
Symbol: (What symbol helps identify your character? Again, descriptions are fine.)
Name:
Pronunciation: (Spelled Pronunciation Legend / IPA Legend)
Name Origin: (Where did your character's name come from and why did their parents choose it for them?)
Name Meaning: (What does your character's name mean in the context of you story?)
Other Names: (Nicknames, pen names, pet names, etc.)
Titles: (Prefixes, suffixes, etc. Wikipedia has a great list of the
Chinese Litographie10 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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An Intro to The LibraryAn Intro to The Library11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Six years ago the Greater Altalamatox Public Library put its small and remote home city on the map when it spilt out of the ether and onto the shores of its lake.
It's a building with a lot of history. Once part of a prestigious campus, it was last owned by a club of gents with a shared passion for illegal spellcraft and dimensional exploration, who used it to hide their howling voids into the cosmos and also their pointy hats and anything else they didn't want their wives to find. They never did accomplish discovery of a new world- or never had the satisfaction of knowing they did- but did manage one highly impressive feat which was to t
To Build A HumanTo Build A Human2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wonder if I died last night.
I once wondered if I had died the night before. And that's not even the strangest thought I had that fateful day. But perhaps I should start from the beginning…
I had been thinking about the troubling philosophical issue regarding the hypothetical teleportation device that uses quantum entanglement to instantaneously transfer data, then uses that data to exactly replicate the individual in the new place and simultaneously destroy the original. The new copy is like a twin with all the same memories of the original, right up to the event of the teleportation, creating a perfect illusion of transportation
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
X-23
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: X-Men: Evolution "X-23 (2003)"
Voiced by: Tara Strong
Theme song: ???
Alternate costume: Classic X-23
Stage: Bio Plant Disaster (Shared with Marrow)
NORMAL MOVES:
Double Jump
Backflip
Cartwheel
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
SPECIALS:
Neck Twister
Toe Stab
Ankle Slice QCF + M
Charged Ankle Slice QCF + Hold M
Decapitating Slice QCF + H
Charged Decapitating Slice QCF + Hold H
Axe
Baby!Canada X Reader: I'll Take Care of You CH 11Baby!Canada X Reader: I'll Take Care of You CH 119 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time the both of you arrived home from the meeting, it was already late. Since both you and Matthew were exhausted, you decided to tell him everything the following day.
That night, you lied in your bed, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling with several thoughts running through your mind. How on earth were you going to explain to Matthew that he was a country without him becoming scared, frightened, worried, or some other emotion you didn't want him to feel? What if he felt that being a country meant he had to go off on his own, start his own life, live independently like a real country? That was the very last thing you wanted him to
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