A Meeting between the DragonsA Meeting between the Dragons5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The First meeting between the two Dragons.
To Selena459, the girl with a loyal dragon and an enthusiastic imagination.
My heartfelt thanks to her for drawing out pictures that dicpicts my various adventures in the fantasy world, as without her, those adventures may have never came to life. .
May fourteen, in the year 2008. That particular day is as clear to me as an extreme high-resolution photograph. It was the day of my inevitable birthday (which I look forward to every year), it was the day my parents jumped with joy (I wonder if they did), and it was the day I finally came into existence into this world known as the Earth, (I was eternally grateful for that) which is a single planet spinning in a Stellar Galaxy known as the Solar System.
In the many years I spent on this planet, I have seen many things ordinary people did not see. I have seen whole countries annihilated in the name of justice. I have seen computer systems that got hacked into i
On LoveOn Love9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cold and empty, hollow sphere
No trace of loving affection there
Trapped inside this rolling ball
Must escape to experience it all
Great big void, nothing within
Internal argument on filling it in
Is this a losing battle fought in vain?
If I give in, what will I gain?
WolfI am a wolfWolf5 years ago in Other More Like This
I am a power
I am the strength
When you are weak
I awaken in your heart
To give you strength
I am always there
That is my job
I am the gift to you
For I have chosen you
The wolf has chosen you
The power has chosen you
I am now one with you
And you are one with me
For we are the wolf
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Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
To the UniverseTo Lightning:To the Universe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my enemy and my friend for the exact same reasons.
The only time I didn't listen to your brother is when I fell in love with you.
And don't get mad at him. He said "Don't" for both of us, even if only I, ironically, heard it.
Back then, I wasn't the kind that liked to share. You couldn't get enough of it.
Though, despite the painful ending, you were one of my favorite chapters.
My darling, while not your only dimension, you are the mistress of colors.
You've owned my heart forever, and only I know what forever means. But I settled with your friendship instead.
You were a dream in many a sense.
To Darkness and Moon:
You both kept my eyes open for different reasons, but alas, both reasons were birthed from imagination.
One of you reminded me there was something to teach, and one of you reminded me of how I would teach it.
You were indecisive, schizophrenic, bi-polar, emotional, passionate, anxious an
Broken WingsBroken Wings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She can see all the things
She'd rather be
Up in the tree
With broken wings
She watched it all
An empty heart
Torn and broken
Her whole life
With one knife
She was stolen
There was a small light
Falling from the sky
From up so high
With all its might
Her beauty sold
Her body marred
She feels no more
She cannot become
So now she stares
At all the things
She'd rather be
Up in the tree
With broken wings
The ritual of werewolfNow you have both tooth and claw,The ritual of werewolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Biting teeth within your maw,
Stand tall for these midnight powers,
A brother or sister gave you at midnight hours,
You now belong to the pack,
Through the fur upon your back,
The monsters that you once feared,
You now stand at one, revered,
The fires of hell await our souls,
As we cheated our usual roles,
But worry not for years you live,
More than any man could give,
You are now a werewolf strong and fast,
But remember to never forget your past,
And now you live the life within,
Be warned the life of a beast begins.
Retrieve What Has Been LostRetrieve What Has Been Lost9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The rusty, red wolf galloped through the city streets easily. She knew the way well for she had traveled this same path nearly every night. Her limbs moved easily and freely beneath her. Running was one of her favorite things. It was such an enjoyment for her that even the dreary hopelessness of the night's journey couldn't bring her down so long as she was in motion. She followed the familiar streets until she came to an old tavern. She slipped in the back, careful to avoid any people. Once in, she vaulted onto a high shelf and slipped into a dark hole in the wall above the shelf. A set of cheaply carpeted stairs rose in front of her. Without a break in movement, she leapt up the stairs, three, sometimes four at a time. The old stairs weren't very many to begin with and she was at the top within seconds. Here she hesitated outside an old door. The whole p
The Lone WolfI am a lone wolf, you can see it in my eyesThe Lone Wolf8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way I hold my heart, the way I hold my pride
I will stay strong of body, strong of will
In the cold breeze that I walk along
The memories, the betrayal burn within me
it feels like forever
since I've cried, the pain the sorrow
I never spoke of the tears
I never showed my fears
I never opened up to anyone
I will always be that strong
No regrets 'cause I got nothing to lose
so I will live my life as I choose
now I'm standing on the edge
trying not to fall
I am a lone wolf
But like anyone
I crave for company
A pack to call my own
To have someone that will give me their support
To have someone that will help me up when I am down
But most of all to have someone that will care for me
For the wolf I am inside
Is that somewhere waiting for me?
Somewhere that I belong
Or will I always live like this?
Always the lone wolf!
Sebastianxreader part 14 When you woke up, you could tell that you were sick. You sat up, and. with a sense of deja vu, put a hand to your head, a headache pounding behind your eyes and in your temples. "Ugh. I haven't been this sick since...forever." You look around to see that you are again in Sebastian's room. You shake your head and flip the covers back, slipping your legs out and hanging them over the side. You get up an instantly fall down, as your legs give out and you crumple to the floor. You smirk and laugh weakly. You struggle upright, leaning on the bed for stability. You hear the door open an look up to see Sebastian, as well as the other servants Finny, Bard, and Mey-Rin, as well as old Tanaka. You smile and wave at them as Finny peeks around Sebastian. "___! You're up! Mr. Sebastian said you were sick, so we came to visit!" You smile and stand up fully, stumbling a bit, but not collapsing. "Thank you for coming to visit me, Finny.Sebastianxreader part 141 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's time, Scootaloo we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and
Running on EmptyJust another dayRunning on Empty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where I'll tape up my heart
glue on my smile,
and play another round of make-believe.
Put on my clothes wondering
"Will this make me look happy?"
I'll put up my walls,
and place that sheild over my heart.
Walk through a crowded hall
everyday of my life
and still feel completely and utterly alone.
Happy faces all around me.
My radio is turned to AM
While the rest of the world is on FM.
Sometimes I wish
that I could turn that knob
to get sucked back into the world
where I don't belong.
to become a clone, a fake plastic decoy
like the rest of them.
But I'm tainted.
A mis-shapen puzzle piece.
That scratched cd
of words, songs, memories.
never stops skipping.
They don't reach,
like the thoughts I can't speak,
the thoughts I used to speak.
When everything was right.
Writing Tutorial - Grammar 2Grammar Part 2Writing Tutorial - Grammar 23 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In the last tutorial, we went through the vocabulary version of grammar and so, in this one, we're going to go through punctuation and how to use it to its full potential.
I know that this may seem very elementary-level to you, but you would be surprised by the sheer amount of people who don't know how to use punctuation marks properly, making their writing suffer as a result.
The most common ones that you will find while writing are the following: Period (.), Comma (,), Colon ( : ), Semicolon ( ; ), Quotation marks (","), singular quotation marks (', ') Exclamation point (!), Question mark (?), Apostrophe (') and sometimes also a dash ().
Period: The period is one of the most crucial punctuation marks. Its purpose is to provide a marker to show where one sentence ends and another begins.
My sister's hair is brown.
Comma: The comma is, by far, the most used punctuation mark and, besides the colon and the semicolon, one that is u
TrappedI feel trapped like a bug in amber,Trapped1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trapped like a bird in a cage.
I never wanted to be here,
So turned around at my age.
I thought I'd be somewhere lovely
Where the sun shines and the rain pours.
Not here in the middle of nothing and nowhere,
Here I can't feel anymore.
I feel so lost in the woods,
So lost to myself.
I never wanted any of this.
Like a child, my world's on a high shelf.
I thought I would be there with it.
In it things would happen; would exist.
Not like this with no-one and no way.
My world is like smoke in a fist.
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2Scootaloo stared down at herself silently. Regret flooded her as thoroughly as the tears that slid down her face. "There was so much I was gonna do I never found my special talent in life and earned my cutie mark I never thought it would end like this. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and I were all going to do it together. This is a nightmare " The thought quieted her. This was a nightmare and that was all that it could be. She rounded on the mare, eyes narrowed. "This is messed up, ya know that?! What gives you the right?! Why?!"Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been countless centuries of the same question. The mare closed her eyes and thought for a moment, wondering how she still never quite had a good answer. After a moment her eyes opened and extended one of her wings as if to beckon the filly near. "I wish I had a better answer, but this isn't a nightmare, Scootaloo. You you fell asleep and the temperature dropped so suddenly. There was nothing anypony could have done " As s
Protect Me - Part 1 - Makorra~P~Protect Me - Part 1 - Makorra2 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
Writing Tutorial - Story StructureNow that you have a general idea of what your story is about (I say general because, while you do have specific points worked out for the story, it’s not a good idea to plan every single occurrence within the story because, chances are, you’ll end up changing it around while actually writing it. Very rarely does a story turn out the way you had originally planned!), you can start writing! But you don’t want to just jump right in!Writing Tutorial - Story Structure2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Before you can begin to write, you need a basic understanding of what makes a story a story. What does a story need in order for it to have a well-written plot? A lot of people—philosophers mostly—have analyzed story structure to find that very answer and, while it is mostly left to interpretation, the best answer comes from a nineteenth century German writer named Gustav Freytag. He calls it the seven points of Dramatic Structure. Now, keep in mind that he created these with plays in mind, but it’s oftentimes used for
Green EyesGreen Eyes2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Everywhere I look.
Read me like an open book.
Sparkle with delight.
Haunt my every night.
The Painful Feelings Part 1 ( A NaLu FanFic)The Painful FeelingsThe Painful Feelings Part 1 ( A NaLu FanFic)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
>A NaLu FanFIc
Soul x Maka Valentine's day p4Maka couldn't concentrate in her next lesson. What was with that guy? normallySoul x Maka Valentine's day p44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when people could see she didn't want to speak to them they took the opportunity
to annoy her. She had found in this school that people thought she looked down on
them so why had this guy kept trying? what was his name again?
"Soul," Maka said in a whisper,even his name made feel weird; a warm sensation.
She couldn't keep the smile from her face, that was the first time in years she'd laughed.
Everytime she looked into his eyes she felt a connection like she could really trust this
person. She put her head on the desk, what was she saying? she should know better,
that she couldn't trust anyone.
The lessons seemed to fly by because her mind was too occupied and for once she
hadn't listened in half her lessons. He's a bad influence she thought to her self, she
didn't even know him yet he'd caused her not to do work. She slapped herself on the
head as she walked out of the toilets, "I'm a top student, don't let
The Colors of Our SoulA five-year-old me stands in the bathroom, swirling around some water in my glass and staring at it, so transfixed with the pretty colors the Christmas lights fill it with.The Colors of Our Soul2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's Christmas Eve and I've been five for not even a week and I am absolutely intent on showing my maturity to the world. I am the youngest in my family, the smallest, but not the most naive. Sure, I don't yet know about the dangers of this world, but I am five. I will learn, but, for now, I am the smartest five-year-old who ever lived.
The lights shining down into my glass shed the top of the water a pretty purple and I smile. That's my mommy's color. Always has been. Always will be. It's the color of her make-up kit, the color of her favourite pair of slippers.
Then, it turns blue and my smile widens. That's my daddy's color, I'm sure of it. It's the color of his eyes, the color of the bandana he wears around his head while he cleans, the color of his favourite Muppet, the Cookie Monster.
Finally, the lights turn
HorsemenHorsemen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anger rages as War breaks out
Of his prison, with the key of hate
The horse he rides stained red with blood
You can not stop it now, it's too late
After the clouds of War settle
A White horse rides through
Famine has come to steal ones strength
God has left us who now do we look to?
Black as night the horse he rides
Death swings his scythe from side to side
Running down the fields of War
Stealing souls, alas there is yet more.
Green streams of poison
Flow from his rotting horse
Pestilence walks the land
The end is about to take its course
Fire now rains for the sky
Burning all that are left alive
Those devout who kept their faith
Will be all that shall survive...