if Zelda CD-i were a novelif Zelda CD-i were a novel5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gee," Link exclaimed, stretching out his arms and letting out a great yawn, "it sure is boring around here..."
King Harkinian was standing across the room from the elven boy. He was tipping a large, stout, purple goblet back as he drank a hard rum.
"My boy," the King began, lowering the chalice from his orange-bearded face and twirling a pointed finger into the air philosophically, "this peace is what all true warriors strive for."
Link shrugged casually and rolled his eyes, "I just wonder what Ganon is up to."
Many a year had indeed passed since the last slaying of the dark wizard known as Ganon. Hyrule had seemed to be at peace now, and that's all that had really mattered... for most people, that is. Link, however, lived for the adventure. He had, after all, been destined to be Hyrule's savior. By now, his insatiable hunger for a battle was all that overcame him.
A small red dot appeared to zoom across the cloud-dott
The Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird ZapdosThe Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird Zapdos3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mewtwo glared at Lucario, eyes so ferocious he was certain he would go blind if he did not look away from them. Supposedly the powerful psychic had the ability to kill him before he could even blink, and so he sharpened his reflexes as much as possible and was ready to leap away at the slightest notice of an attack. Meanwhile, the dark radiance grew so thick and hopeless that Lucario wondered if maybe he had already been attacked, life fading away from him as he was slowly dying.
Instantly, everything let up as Mewtwo turned his back to them through a swaying motion, Lucario falling forward in surprise.
"Farewell," he said, bending his legs to the ground and getting ready to take off.
"Wait, Mewtwo!" Mew shouted in surprise as she flew towards him, "You came all this way for nothing!?"
"Silence, original!" Mewtwo roared ferociously, stopping himself but still not turning around, "I tolerate your presence under protest. If you wish me to mingle with other legendaries, regular Pokém
I'm sorryI’m sorryI'm sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m sorry for hurting you
I’m sorry for not thinking before I spoke
I’m sorry for not caring enough
I’m sorry for caring to much
I’m sorry for everything.
I’m sorry for having the music up to loud
I’m sorry for not helping you
I’m sorry for pushing you aside
I’m sorry for scaring you
I’m sorry for creeping you out
I’m sorry for you.
I’m sorry for letting what we shared die
I’m sorry for not being there
I’m sorry for making you worry
I’m sorry for all the little things
I’m sorry for everything we could have had.
If I say sorry enough
And if I mean it enough
And if I change enough
And if you accept my sorry
We can fix it
We can light the fire
We can start over
We can pretend it didn’t happen
Sometimes it won’t be enough
Sometimes we can’t just forget
Sometimes we just need to let each other go
Sometimes sorry isn’t enough.
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
What I had for breakfast!
That I brushed my teeth
That I had a shit
What I watched on TV
And so on and so forth
I can see how interested you are
So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
Let me inform you that
I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
It should be headline news!
Can’t you see?
I’m the face of the human race!
Isn’t that just great?
United, We WriteHear me read itUnited, We Write2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
I have nothing to writeI have nothing to write,I have nothing to write2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing to share.
I am lost for inspiration,
and I don't even care.
So what if I don't write?
It's not like it's good.
So what if I don't draw?
It's not like I ever could.
I don't need to create.
It's all pointless in the end.
I thought I loved my pen and brush,
but they're just false friends.
Creature ComfortDown into the depths of her mindCreature Comfort2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lives a creature who's not very kind
His fangs are sharp and ready to slice
been there, done that more than thrice
This little monster isn't all that rare
he shows up in school, dreams, nightmares
The teachers always said she was out of tune
already gone but much too soon
In their thoughts they held her soul close by
made sure she was fine but hoped not to pry
Now, she's still alive, hanging by a string
a tired angel flying with only one wing
You'd think her peers would want to stop in
Take a little time to wash her of sin
Maybe tell a tale or grasp her hand
stare for a while at her wristband
As much as I'd love to tell you a lie
they never said anything but “try not to die”
Her parents, oh God, they were the worst
only came once to sit and to curse
A phone call or two, but that was the end
they were scared their little girl wasn't on mend
This made her sad, afraid of it being her fault
that she had to go and bring her life to a halt
The SilenceSilence means a lot more than you think.The Silence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because a person is silence,
Doesn’t mean they aren’t screaming madly inside.
Begging for help or swearing repeatedly.
Just because a question is answered by silence,
Doesn’t mean they don’t know the answer.
Silence can mean peace and quiet.
A relaxed silence is when you are comfortable enough,
To sit in thought with someone,
And not forcefully filling the empty space with words.
Silence can mean I have nothing left to say.
Silence can be a mask.
To hid and disappear behind.
Silence can be a defence.
To battle our problems,
When we don’t want to step out,
And break the ice in fear of drowning,
As the ice collapses around you.
Silence can painfully hit you that they aren’t their anymore.
They may never be again.
Silence can be a reminder that you are alone.
But only you can decide if you are lonely.
Silence is a signal.
Sometimes a shock causing a wave of clasped mouths.
Silence is a soundless music.
RelapseIt's better not to count themRelapse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's better not to think
If you count, they win
And you lose everything
Reopen old ones
Stop the healing process
Tell yourself you're done
But you know you must confess
You lie and self destruct
You feel everything and nothing
You're slowly going numb
And all you want is the sting
So turn off your brain
Close your tired eyes
Embrace all the pain
And say your last good bye
Chalk Markingsyou're cryingChalk Markings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and as your tears drip down your cheeks
and turn the ground to dark,
how could you never wonder
if it was correlation
if the tears made it all
so now you're stuck inside your head
narrating your only dreams.
the endless broken melody
keep you awake
there is nothing here
to pin you down
so fly away
and find peace
where everything is broken
and you can blend in among the loss.
the pressure's building up inside,
and you need to find a way
to let it seep out on the floor
before it tears you apart.
but, at least you know yourself:
you see what can be seen.
though other people lean on each other
all you need is a tree.
and as you sit on broken glass
you come to terms with you
and remember what you've hidden inside
you have always been
Happy birthdayHey,Happy birthday1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Just stopping to tell you
You've made an unlikely hero
Out of a passive agressive villain
Soooo thanks for that I guess
I can't get off the phone with family members
Can't see a sad friend
Can't let anybody get hurt
And not tell them I love them a thousand times or constantly check on them
And I think deep down
It's because I don't think I did either enough for you
I hope you know
I'm saving the world
Because I have spent every day
I spend every day
I will spend every day of my life
Wishing I saved you
The ObsessiveI'm sitting with friendsThe Obsessive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a girl brushes my arm.
I spend five minutes washing my arm.
I see a dirty sock in a friend's house
I hoover the carpet
And tidy everything up.
I get hugged by someone
And I feel unclean all over.
They don't understand.
I see a distant couple kiss.
I walk in circles outside
Repeating the same sentence.
I see a woman barely
I turn away and click and tic.
I was five years old
Apologizing to someone
For wiping dirt off their face.
Same Old TaleI keep on tryingSame Old Tale2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I always fail
It keeps on changing
But it's the same old tale
I try to fight it
But it always wins
It leaves me wondering
What were my sins
What did I do
To deserve this strife
Why can't I
Simply lead a happy life
It keeps getting harder
To keep up this fight
And I'm finding
I don't have the might
I'm too tired
To repeat the past
Every time it's tougher
To simply last
To not give up
Before the start
To not give in
To my aching heart
It's insanity to try
When I know the result
After so many fails
It's only my fault
I know I can't fix this
And it won't go away
The best I can do
Keep it shortly at bay
I need someone's help
I can't fix it alone
I can't break this cycle
All on my own
But that's the problem
I'm doomed to repeat
I can't ask for help
When I expect deceit
If I can't trust
Those who say they care
Then how can I trust
They'll truly be there
So as long as I'm stuck
Without any support
The result will continue
Be the same report
I will try
And I will fail
NothingI used to be lightning.Nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Power surged beneath my skin,
and in the silence, I heard myself thrum.
I used to be fire.
I burned bright inside, stellar lungs,
and in the cold, I sang myself warm.
Still and dark.
My stone sinews crack.
I am vacuum, deep void of space.
Asteroid dust, floating.
Heart of Dreams and Demons...Behold my broken,beating heart....Heart of Dreams and Demons...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A hollow empty shell...
It is a dark and dismal place,
Where dreams and demons dwell...
Here lies my stained and shattered heart...
It now belongs to you...
I'm sorry that it's not complete...
Please try to make it new...
This tiny,tattered failing heart,
Is all I have to give...
But I can't help,it's all I have...
The reason I still live...
Wake me up whenWake me up, when crying is only for those moments that are unbearably beautiful.Wake me up when2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wake me up, when helping someone else, is done genuinely and joyfully.
Wake me up, when society becomes less interested in falsities and more aware of truth.
Wake me up, when equality is real, apparent, strong and inevitable.
Wake me up, when children's innocence is untainted with maturity.
Wake me up, when control is dead and freedom roams wildly.
Wake me up, when poverty only exists in bad decisions.
Wake me up, when money is last, on the peoples to get list.
Wake me up, when power belongs to us, and not the self-proclaimed.
Wake me up, when we heal the earth from our selfishly inflicted lacerations.
Wake me up, when respect is our international anthem.
Wake me up, when love is all we know, and fear is suffocated by it.
Wake me up, when strength is nurtured and weakness buried.
Wake me up, when beauty is appreciated for all its imperfections.
Wake me up, when conformity is drowning in an ocean of imagina
Dreamer UnawakenedIn a crowded room, filled with shallow souls,Dreamer Unawakened2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Notebook and pen my company.
I sat alone, contently on my own
When a Dreamer sat beside me.
An artful mind, personal style, indifferent to the latest trends
That was the day, I had found a friend
And so began our story.
She didn't know she was a Dreamer.
You can tell that she was unaware,
By the way she asked about my thoughts,
When I had thought that no one cared.
She listened to my soft replies, wonder sparkling in her eyes
I pondered what she saw inside
A quiet mouse like me.
She always reminded me she was a Dreamer
Using a brush called "personality"
Painting through life, changing colors, with
Confidence and Bravery.
Splashing emotions onto canvas, she shares her world that I can't see
She put a pen into my hand one day,
And smiled, "Share yours with me?"
She showed me I'm a Dreamer
Unveiling my ability
To make rainbows out of black and white,
Breathing life into my fantasies.
The empty page that blankly stared, as bleak as my life used
A MomentWe should live for the moment,A Moment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the moments never last.
One moment you'll be happy,
But too soon it's in the past.
So many moments treasured,
Too many moments passed.
Some to be forgotten,
And some you dream to last.
A lifetime of these moments,
Some joyous and some, not as,
All give your life some meaning,
But life goes by too fast.
And when your moment comes
To let your moments pass,
Which will you remember?
Which will you hold fast?
OopsI'm going to kill myself.Oops1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Probably not tomorrow.
But I leave in the morning to go back to school,
And I have a feeling I won't be coming home.
I should probably be more concerned.
Truest HomeI took my mask off,Truest Home2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
showed my true face,
but you threw it back at me,
called me a disgrace.
No one wants to see.
No one wants to hear
about my hopes and dreams,
my memories and fear.
They'd rather I stayed quiet,
shy and in my place,
but I can't stay behind.
I want to run the race.
"No!" They cry.
Stay where you belong.
No one wants to hear
your misery song.
So crawl back in the dark,
with your monsters and fear.
Sit there quietly,
year after year.
Never going to get out,
never going to get free.
This is where I belong.
This is the truest home for me.
What I've BecomeI hate to say I need the people in the morning streetsWhat I've Become2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as they walk up and down the boulevards
dangling thoughts from their sleeves.
I have to look and see the tendrils of gossip on the walls
shimmering and glistening,
saying more than I would have thought.
In the eyes of every passer-by
a dull-mirror lies within.
The spark of truth that mixes
with the lies, tarnished with sin.
For as they look at me I know
they see what I've become:
how I've deteriorated from gifted
to just another "someone."
They tell me that I am too fragile,
they tell me I am weak.
They show that I spend to much time inside
the mind that has become bleak.
They shout their truth to the skies above
see it shimmer and glow,
and then as it starts falling
watch as it turns to snow.
Without their judgement, how could I see
what's tattooed on my skin?
What am I lacking that makes me so shallow
that I alone can't see where I've been?
There's a letter on my jacket
but God knows what it says.
So I look into the eyes of stran
Imaginary GirlThe girl was born dead,Imaginary Girl4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but the world was so loud
that it shocked her alive.
It started a cycle of death and rise
that she needed to survive,
while she had her mind painted with shades of red.
Don't be fooled by her silence, or by her sweet smile.
She carries the weight of the dead all the while.
And all the while that she plays,
and practices her ballet,
she takes what she can handle
and locks the rest away.
She wears her ghost like a dead weight coat,
arms wrapped around her throat:
Whispering in her ear
the memories of the dead,
And they push her farther
And paint her mind a darker red.
InspirationIt's there and It's not.Inspiration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just out of reach.
Just beneath the surface.
The inspiration you seek.
Your reason for writing.
The passion in your art.
This passion that you need,
somewhere in your heart.
But it's hiding,
evading your touch.
How can you write
Without inspiration, your crutch?
You set down the pencil,
take a deep breath.
Don't strain your sanity.
It's all you have left.
The inspiration will come.
Be patient and see.
It may take a while,
but it will soon be free.
UneditedWe cry.Unedited2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We fight for our dream.
We're just waiting to die.
The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.
The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.
So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?
Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?
Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"