ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 8Scene 1: Soul Society By-Election, featuring Espada and some other people.ESPADA Anime Scenes PARODY 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Announcer (aka, Ichigo's dad, Isshin): Alright! Welcome to the Soul Society By-Election!So far so good with the turn-outI managed to get my son outta bed with only a brick to the crotch this time!
Ichigo (offscreen): MY KIDS ARE GONNA GET YOU FOR THAT!!
Isshin: Ha ha!...Kids! They're so funny. *narrowly avoids being axed by an overly-large cleaver resembling Ichigo's Zampakuto* Ahem. On with the proceedings! We have five main contestants tonight, all groups headed by a member of the Espada. Well, the members who aren't confirmed dead or in rehab. Oh, here come some of the candidates now.
*Ichigo walks up beside Isshin, still annoyed about the crotch-incident.*
Isshin: Oh, hey son! You're part of the 'Strawberries Are Cool' Party, aren't you?
Ichigo: Yeah. Starting to regret letting Yachiru choose the party name.
Isshin: Any comments on how you're gonna win the campaign?
It's Easy To BullyWhen I first bullied,It's Easy To Bully1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did so with a click of a mouse,
and a press of a key.
Through the computer,
my “harmless” words assaulted your
The next time I bullied,
was easier than before.
Like a loaded gun,
I hurled my harsh words at your
Like a bullet to a brain,
your emotions exploded,
and flooded onto the ground,
like a gentle rain.
After that, you become stoic and emotionless,
dressed in black,
and scarred your wrist like rugged train tracks.
I thought it was funny, so I decided to cruel,
I punched, and shoved you,
made you out to be the fool.
This time was harder, because you didn't react,
you allowed me to hit you, and you refused to fight back.
So harder I tried, I pulled your hair, I called you gay,
and I treated you unfair.
I kicked you in the ribs, nearly broke your back,
and through all of my assaulting, you refused to fight back.
I guess you couldn't take it, I guess I went to far,
for that following weekend, you stabbed your right arm.
An Equilibrium in NihilismThe raw, brutal nature of the essence of existence may be hard to accept, but the truth is not derived from our wants and our hopes, it is not made through our optimistic aspirations, but acceptance of reality. When you find yourself in a state of absolute melancholy, and absolute state of depression and pessimism, you understand the nihilistic nature of the universe. This absolute pointlessness leaves reality a sickening place, but it is only at this state, where you can achieve what no optimist will ever find. Freedom in an uncaring state of equilibrium.An Equilibrium in Nihilism3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You see the pointlessness of everything, that eventually it shall all be lost and forgotten, be destroyed by the passing of time and the cruel power of science and existence. However, in this pointlessness you discover something remarkable, unthinkable to those who cannot understand, a unification of everything that exists in this meaningless; as everything is pointless it is equal in pointlessness. Before you lies a communism in nih
Always... Book 1 Chapter 4Always... Book 1 Chapter 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Surprisingly enough, Snape didn't think about the Potter boy for several days. He completely immersed himself in leading potions classes especially since his N.E.W.T students had only passed their O.W.L.s by the skin of their noses the previous year.
"Potion-making is not a game." He said silkily. He pulled out a very battered copy of Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. "Today," he began, letting the book fall open in his hand. "Today you will be making a draught of Hiccoughing Solution, to induce hiccoughing. The ingredients can be found on page 126." There was a moment of silence. "Well? Get a move on!" He snapped. The class leapt into action.
This class was ridiculously small they all fit around one table. While this did make it easier to observe the class, the Potions Master was still disappointed that so few people chose to extend their potions knowledge beyond the intermediate level.
Why, when he was a student, there had been many more people that had
Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read on I suggest you go listen to: "The bravest man I ever knew" by Ministry of Magic, "Snape Vs. Snape" by Ministry of Magic, and "Lily" by Ministry of magic. I believe they set the mood for the story because they were what I was listening to while writing this fic. Plus they are wonderful songs even if they are a little to up beat for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, because if I did Severus would have died in the arms of someone who loved him.
She hovered over her body watching as a stone man crumbled.
Really she shouldn't care, he had called her a mud-blood, it had been years since then. But it still stung, still made her so angry, and she could still feel her wounded pride. She still was angry at him; unfinished business and all that maybe she wanted to punch him. Perhaps that was why she hadn't passed on yet.
Then again she doubted he was the reason. No, it had everything to do with the screaming baby in the crib behind the sobbing ma
Dream OnA dream can beDream On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.
A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.
A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.
A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.
A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.
Beware of this, dreamers
and Dream On.
SoMa- Midnight SnackSoMa- Midnight Snack4 years ago in Drama More Like This
~'Night after night, i keep having this dream where i go into
the kitchen to get strawberries, then next thing you know
soul grabs them with that toothy smile i always
found charming...wait WHAT! i can't be thinking things
like that...now where was i...'~.
maka wrote in her diary every time she woke up from that dream
she kept having...always the same detail. she wakes up to get
a snack and eats strawberries, next thing you know Soul grabs
the strawberry that was now half way to her mouth and tells her
'strawberries are too good for you...you sure you don't want to
give them to me?'. she ends up grabbing the strawberry,
that was now half way to him bitting it by the way, and talks
back. right when he gives her that grin of his again it all goes
black and she couldn't sleep any longer.
...*stomach growls*"aww, i guess all thi
Always... Book 1 Chapter 7Always... Book 1 Chapter 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Almost over night, the weather took a sharp turn for the worst. It wasn't cold enough for snow to fall, but it was certainly on the right track. The castle got colder, and the dungeons felt like deep freezers. Students had been running through the halls in large groups, huddling to keep warm despite their thick winter cloaks and scarves.
Almost a week had passed since Snape stopped Quirrell, but the Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher seemed to be going out of his way to avoid Snape. However, Severus had a much more pressing matter to attend to. His leg wasn't healing quite right, and he was starting to become concerned. As it was Dumbledore's wish to keep the staff ignorant of Quirrell's actions, lest Quirrell himself become suspicious and try to escape, Snape had avoided going to Madame Pomfrey to have his leg healed.
He pulled down an old copy of Healing and Restorative Draughts by Medicus Tedavi, and began to leaf through the worn pages. He finally managed to find the All
Rain Of DarknessRain Of Darkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain of Darkness
Something inside of me...broke
The very core of my soul...snapped
I became surrounded by a numbing cold
I blinked and everything faded to black
When you left me alone-
I felt this eternal betrayal
When you decided to let me go-
The dependance I hid became unstable
The weight on my shoulders collapsed
While the world I once knew- wasted
The bottled up remorse relapsed
I was consumed by hatred
Thou have forsaken
Others will taste my conviction
Hope, itself has been taken
Along with every form of justification
Why am I the one abandoned?
I never took ANYTHING for granted!
Re-fracture and amplify the fragments
AND TELL ME THAT WASN'T YOUR INTENTION?
I'm a fraction of a remnant
And that's an understatement
You knew this would happen
When you took back our salvation
Something deep inside of me...crumbled
The center of my heart...stung
I made even the shadows
Cigarette City"Cigarette City:"Cigarette City2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They animate the ashen shy,
And sly, silver winds
That slither like serpents,
And ravage like razor blades
On dry, desert skin
Broken bones are tossed
Into concoctions of concrete,
And forgotten by fiends
Of the black-lunged dystopia
Twisted ideologies, they're written
In the blood of ancestors' pasts,
And kept in broken bibles;
Locked with levers and gears
Filled to the top,
Cigarette buds swamp the streets
And alleys that alleviate
The Cigarette City
Artistic RevolutionArtistic Revolution3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paint is slandered all over the walls
Music and laughter can be heard through the halls
Merry men are dancing on the stage
Be it young, old or whatever the age
Songs are echoing through the building
Full of emotion, full of feeling
As it collides with the drawings on the ceiling
Creating something new and appealing
As from the back rooms flow the words
Debates, poetry, stories about flying as a bird
Rhyme and rhythm
If you use them that is your freedom
That building is growing too small
As many want to join and walk through this hall
So perhaps it is time to expand
And spread art all over the land
Alone in this world.Are you okay?Alone in this world.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
the anguish of the sky.( look up and get lost )the anguish of the sky.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the sky is a thief with a pocket full of jewels
that gleam through the holes of his trousers-
and each night he fiddles with his stolen treasure
crudely fashioning constellation crowns for his beloved.
but often times, she disappears
and the sky cries in comets and meteors-
as the thunder rolls around the earth
like the unsaid prayers on his tongue
and you can see it in his planet eyes,
he is nothing when her light is gone
and he stumbles blindly across the galaxies
with black hole corneas and wet eyelashes.
adieu my love!
he cries as dawn kisses the horizon-
but the moon never replies,
too caught up in her own lust
( chasing the sun )
Too late_.Too late_.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I waited too long that the autumn leaves
changed into all the colours they possibly
could and cluttered the streets.
The bitter crackling noises quietly
mocked me as I walked over the
leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.
Winter's blizzards were no match
for the frostbite that punctured my
Dare I say, without your love
my heart felt colder than snow. Even
the snowman was better off and he
had no soul.
As bright and arduous
as the summer sun,
its heat waves cannot melt away the
feelings I had grown towards you.
In a battered, old box, I had
stored the countless handwritten letters
that I had never intended to give.
It's too late now to even give it a second
thought. But they haunt me, and remind
me of how I feel.
Time has played its tricks
as the days turned into weeks
and the weeks
turned into months
months progressed on to a year.
It is still a mystery, how time
escaped itself fro
The day I lost youGive me the peace of your lips.The day I lost you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feed me with the colour of your eyes.
Take my hands with your heart
And heal my life from head to my feet.
Hug me that tight that I can forget my faults.
Repeat my name to remember who I am.
Paint my face with the brushstrokes of your hair
Each time you rub my lips with your mouth,
Each time you smile,
Each time you love.
Slide the sweetness of your soul
And burn my anxiety.
Give a meaning to my existence
To don't miss you 'till death
Each time you go,
Each time your image flies out of me,
out of my mind.
'Cause since you left me
I don't distinguish what is alive and what is empty
Since you went beauty is nothing, beauty is pain.
Without you this world is a bad joke,
a big frame without painting.
The day you died I hated the butterflies
And the flowers were sign of loss.
Nobody could explain 'why',
Nobody heard my voice.
Nobody understood what I did.
Nobody understood what I said.
Nobody knew how I lost my way.
And She'll Think I'm StrangeI stroll down an empty streetAnd She'll Think I'm Strange4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stare at the hollow sky
which resembles my frail heart.
It pulsates, pants; it's petrified.
It doesn't want to beat anymore.
I need rest. I can't walk any longer.
Loneliness has gotten the better of me.
I'm so full of depravity
that I'll talk to a beautiful stranger
and ask her to lay next to me
on a lush front lawn belonging
to someone who doesn't know my name.
And she'll think I'm strange.
But she'll comply
because she wants to transcend
being strangers to everyone
and she'll smile at me.
A grin I've never seen before
yet it seems so familiar.
We'll lie down until the day
when the owner scares us away.
PerfectionEveryone has their own crucifictionPerfection4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And we all know the pain of addiction
But the way you tore it out of me
It took every last ounce of bleeding
just to get a reaction out of you
Everyone has their own way of dealing
And we all can see you left me reeling
By the way you looked back at me
My eyes are blinded, I might never see
just to get over this feeling of you
I'm not perfect
But I know what it means
I'm not perfect
But I know how to scream
You taught me how
I'm not perfect
But I know what this means
I'm not perfect
But I'm closer than ever
now that my picture is smaller
Everyone has to burn out sometime
And we know how long ago I first made these rhymes
But the way you sung out my name
It took all of me not to dance to my grave
just to keep the notes in your lungs
Everyone has to admit they want a little more
I've got this burn to show my lack of control
By the way that earthquake felt
My knees are still weak, still melted
just because you said you could
I'm not perfect
But I know w
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.Yellow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
Let The Cities Be Your Loversvisit a foreign land with that broken heartLet The Cities Be Your Lovers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the same one you had when your teacher chose another
kid over you as a child
let the cities be your lovers
embrace the air that heals you from within
you know it will never leave you breathless
like transient sights the dawn and dusk before ;
they are only pieces of memories that you keep, selective
the smell of roasting coffee beans, raindrops
morning greetings, the stranger's jawline, his playful lips
the bitter coffee that suddenly tasted sweet
a name card
dinner is Chinese take-out
and ginger beer
better clean the vomit off that marble floor
you head to an expensive bar with
Eau de parfum on your wrists
stockings of black
and vengeance between your legs
a drop too many of poisons upon poisons
you know very well what it does to you
a blur of whispers, rough hands
a cat and mouse game
it is raining, wet messy hair but you feel beautiful that way
extremely useful coins from the previous night's cab drive
you used to make a call bu
It Didn't Reach The Ground...It Didn't Reach The Ground...5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It doesn't even reach the ground...
The snow just slowly falls around.
It was beautiful, I had to admit,
But it just didn't seem to fit.
The way it fell down in the south;
It didn't even reach my mouth.
It then melted into rain
And I was sad; Left in pain.
A silly thing to be sad about,
But I have never seen the snow throughout.
The first time my eyes set sight
On the rain and snow falling in the night.
Disappointment ran through my veins
And I was just left to hate the rains.
For they expertly wash away everything.
The snow; Something I have never seen.
I despise it when it betrays me so,
For it's melting what I don't want to go.
Now, It's stopped snowing and I go forth,
Yearning to go on straight to the North.
Somewhere where there's everything
And only to the rain, I don't have to cling.
I do love them, Ihonestly do
However I'm longing for something entirely new.
Take All That I Am .:1:.Sitting in his room, alone, the small boy built a small town out of blocks.Take All That I Am .:1:.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the town there were kids who played together.
He looked down into his little hands at the lego man that he had taped small, cut-out ears and a tail onto...It was supposed to resembled him.
Brian blinked down slowly at his lego self and gave a soft sigh, dropping the toy into the makeshift house that was supposed to resemble his own.
"Yew dun get to pway." He said softly, putting the roof onto the house, hiding the tiger lego man inside. "People will think yew weird."
Sitting back, he looked out his window in longing, listening to his mother walking downstairs.
His tail swished behind him, his ears swivelling.
He was cursed at birth with tiger ears and tail and the ability to heal small, dead creatures.
On his sixth birthday last week, he had brought his lizard back to life only to have his mom accidentally let it loose outside.
She always hated the reptile.
Brian's ears lay flat as he growled and threw his l