The Masquerade +PREVIEW+The MasqueradeThe Masquerade +PREVIEW+1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night looked breathless behind Republic City’s skyline. It was the ‘Night of the Spirits’ where people all over Republic City dressed their best and respect the spirits with celebration with family and close friends. That night, at City Hall, there was a big gathering scheduled where about everyone was invited. Word was that there was to be music, food, dancing, and a rumored special guest who is planned to speak sometime during the event.
“Ok men.” Chief of Republic City Police, Lin Beifong said as she walked back and forth in front of six officers, all wearing black suits. “I have picked you all personally because of background and experience in cases like these. At tonight’s ‘Night of the Spirits’ masquerade ball, there is a very important guest that will be visiting to speak. I need you six to keep an eye out for any threats that might harm or put all of the people in attendance in danger. Understood?
Travels in the Gray LandOnce, wise men said the Earth was flat,Travels in the Gray Land2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now they say a sphere
But I the traveler have seen
A world arranged in tiers.
It’s three steps up and three steps down
With nothing in between
Each step a realm unto itself
One black, one gray, one green.
The uppermost, the sunlit land
Is lush with verdant choir
Babbling brooks and rustling reeds
Birdsongs in the briar.
Down below, the Black Land sleeps
Silent and austere
Into this reverent quietude
All must disappear.
The middle tier, a hidden plane,
Of neither sun nor shade;
A misty, lonely everscape
Where those like me have strayed.
The Gray Land has no native souls
All wanderers are we
Upon this rocky sea.
Gnarled trees and shallow caves, the
Total of existence
Scattered mountains, looming tall, but
Always in the distance.
For company, a walking stick
My friend, my aid, my balm -
Upon its neck I feel the warmth
Reflected from my palm.
We rarely stop, my staff and me,
We trek and traipse along
I willI will love youI will8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Devious DeviantsWhen Erysne said to me that at DawnsBreak only prosaix would set me free.Devious Deviants2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It turned my world around, straight into a divine--apathia
If only I could MasterInsanity
My PuzzledHeartBox cringed at the thoughts of what this Penhuin's SanguineLaw could be.
LudwigvanKickass2 advised me to play my ElectricDidgeridoo, said the kitsumekat would appear to me too.
Alas t’was but Smoppet who appeared before me, said not even LegendarySuperman would save me from MorbidiaDrekk.
So here we are.. waiting on prosaix the waist-of-time to shake my hourglass upside down.
But I’ve just got time enough to WiggleWaddle my Ninjaslug, and KissTheSunrise goodbye. As shadee cast me within the abyss of WhiteDivinity.
MisterTurtle glared upon me and said, yes ItsTrueIStalkYou. As PuzzledHeartBox spiraled down, he could still hear him say: "Is my namenotrequired, to forge his obit
Blue-Eyed BoyI'd loveBlue-Eyed Boy8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to go swim
ocean blue eyes,
I will drown.
PnF: Vocal Blues ch5After offering Vanessa something to drink, Ferb led them upstairs into his and Phineas' room. Phineas got the entire computer system set up as quickly as he could before handing it over to his brother; the system had been another one of Phineas' ideas, although Ferb had organized it in a manner which would not stimulate any suspicions from their parents. Normally, Phineas was the one who spoke to the computer when it gave results, but because he was unable to communicate, he handed the role over to Ferb.PnF: Vocal Blues ch54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You didn't rig it like the Vault lights, did you?" Ferb asked.
Phineas stuck out his tongue, making Vanessa laugh. Ferb grinned in reply before beginning to type on the keyboard. "Good afternoon," he said aloud.
The computer screen lit up. "Name and Password please," it spoke.
"Oh wow," Vanessa said in awe, leaning over Ferb's chair. "You guys designed it to speak too?"
"When you have as much of an imagination as Phineas does, and as much experience in mechanics as I do, then i
What Agents Speak of Off Duty"Okay; where are you taking me, P-Man?"What Agents Speak of Off Duty4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"Why? It's cool."
"You're a party pooper, you know that?"
"Then what's wrong with P-Man?"
His webbed foot slipped on the rock as the platypus attempted to climb the cliff. After regaining himself, he continued on. "Phineas doesn't like it when people call me the P-Man, Sunny," he replied. "He used to get mad at Mr. Flynn when he would call me that." He grabbed a root that was sticking out of the mountain side and hoisted himself up onto another ledge. "Perry's fine."
The bright yellow canary flew in a loop and shot up after him. "But it's so bland," she replied. "So so un-secret-agent-like."
"And how's Sunny secret-agent-like?" Perry said behind a sarcastic laugh.
"At least it suits me. I've got a sunny disposition."
"Not to mention a hot-head."
Perry laughed as he dusted himself off and leaped to grab the next ledge. "I like Perry," he repl
PnF: Vocal Blues ch3Linda called up to her boys again, once fifteen minutes had passed and Phineas had not yet come down to do the dishes. This time, however, both teenagers came running down the stairs upon her calling. Considering it had been the first time her youngest son had not obediently come down the first try, Linda decided against scolding him and immediately set him to the task.PnF: Vocal Blues ch34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ferb was asked to sweep the floor in the meantime.
"Isabella called while you boys were busy doing whatever it is you do up there," Linda announced as she cleaned the counters. "She wanted to speak to you, Phineas, but I told her that you had your hands caught up. Apparently, your cellphone was off "
Ferb raised his head and looked at Phineas. Because of his friendship with Isabella, Phineas hardly ever turned his cell phone off. He always had it on, keeping himself available to her whenever she needed someone to speak to. Even though Phineas was still completely oblivious to the fact that Isabella had a crush on h
A Deedark ValentineIt was Valentine's Day, and Susan Astronomonov, better known as Mandark, was sitting outside on the front porch of his house looking very sad. Nobody had given him any Valentine's Day gifts at school that day, which made him upset.A Deedark Valentine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just then Deedee walked by. She noticed that Mandark was upset. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Mandark felt a little better knowing that his crush was there, but he still looked sad. "Nobody gave me any cards at school today. Even my creepy little sister got more than me. Well, most of them were from your dance class, but it's still not fair." Mandark remembered seeing Lalavava carrying a bunch of cards from her friends at ballet class.
"Aww, that's too bad," said Deedee. She felt bad for Mandark. "Even evil geniuses like you deserve some love."
"Doesn't anybody at school like me?" Mandark wondered sadly.
"Well... the thing is... I secretly kinda like you," said Deedee.
"Really? So you were just pretending to hate me?" asked Mandark.
"Yeah, well, I didn't wanna
AS: The Unluckiest Number prt5AS: The Unluckiest Number prt54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Unluckiest Number
Things just keep going from bad to worse
Light peeked into the room of the sleeping teenager. Soon the rays were hitting him dead on in the face. Grumbling he reached for his blanket and pulled it over his eyes. He didn't want to wake up yet he felt too exhausted. It was as if his body had over exerted beyond the normal amount. He shivered slightly. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead which he wiped away instantly, then settled down to sleep again.
His alarm burst into full tune startling Adrian into an awakened state. He finally noticed his position on the ground instead of his bed. He raised an eyebrow looking between the two. 'How did I get down here?' he thought puzzled as he scratched his head. Barely noticing the cold feeling his fingers produced at they ran over his scalp.
It took a moment for his brain to register but then he realized something. He had school today he didn't want to be late. LATE?! Oh snap that would not be goo
I like you anywayBut that's okay; I like you anywayI like you anyway4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A group of people was walking around a museum one day when they stumbled across a room of untouched objects. Amongst the objects was a lamp and, knowing about the stories, they all began to rub it frantically. Sure enough a genie popped out and agreed to grant them each a wish. Some wished for riches, others for good grades, one to say goodbye to his grandmother, another to forget the boyfriend she'd just broken up with.
The last girl looked at the genie and asked to be pretty. She added desperately that even if it was for just one day she wouldn't mind. She just wanted to know what it felt like to turn heads for the right reasons and to be able to wear a medium shirt and a size 32 jeans. Just for one day, please
I cried when I read that. Not because it's really sad that a girl feels that way about herself even though it really is terribly sad that she does. But I cried because I agreed with her 100% at once without any doubt. I would ch
My Little Pony Love and Friendship chapter 4My Little Pony Love and Friendship chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Derpy Hooves was inside her home to avoid the winter storm, she had already started a fire in her fireplace and had put a blanket over herself to help her warm up again. As Derpy looked out her window she was very glad she was not in the storm anymore. She started to relax a little when a thought struck her mind, 'what if somepony was stuck outside?' The warmth of the fire in front of her was very inviting compared to the cold outside, but in Derpys heart she knew that the possibility of leaving somepony outside while she was safe inside was not something she could ignore. After grabbing her winter wears Derpy went back out into the raging winter storms in order to help whoever needed it.
Rarity was trying to head to the rendezvous point, but her progress back across Ponyville was quite slow. Rarity's hooves were aching from running through the snow to Sweet Apple Acres. She was thinking, 'Oh why was I, of all ponies, chosen to go the farthest distance to see if Rainbow Dash
AS: Hidden Truth prt3AS: Hidden Truth prt33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disguise the limits!
The cold breath of the alpha leader fell over Adrian causing the young parta to cough hard, although that wasn't easy to do with the added pressure of the beast's weight. With each struggle the young poet attempted its smirk grew in size. Leaving him no room to doubt the wolf was enjoying his attempts to get away. He was surprised the creature hadn't gobbled him up yet. The ghost wolf hybrid sure seemed big enough to do so. But no it just stood there for a long moment its eyes fixed on him, examining the parta as if it was waiting for something to happen.
Not taking the moment for granted Adrian's eyes darted about as he tried to surmise how he could get out of this predicament he knew if he somehow managed to escape the beast's massive paw he might have a chance to get away. But that plan was a bust because he was also surrounded by the wild wolf's pack mates. Judging from the drool dripping down their mouths, he'd be an instant meal for
Human Experiences 18Human Experiences 183 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Thanks for getting us here so quickly, Zekrom," Touko said as she patted the great black dragon's flank. "I'm so excited to see Johto! I've heard they've got some really cool Pokémon here."
It was my pleasure. While you slept, N and I had a very pleasant conversation about the ethics of keeping Pokémon stored in Pokeballs.
"Oh, really?" Touko asked, eyeing N suspiciously as he unloaded their bags from Zekrom's back. That sounds like Plasma talk
Yes. We both agreed that before going any further into town you should both give your Pokémon some time to exercise. They'll get lazy if you don't.
"Oh," Touko said, feeling a little annoyed at herself for having suspected N of any propaganda. "That does sound like a good idea. It's been a few days since I've been able to let out all my Pokémon. Would you like to return to your ball and rest or would you like to stay out and mingle with the others?"
I am weary
BabybendingThe warm, stagnant breeze of summer cascaded through the open windows of the Air Temple.Babybending3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The inhabitant's bellies were full from the feast they had at dinner fruits, vegetables, and an array of tofu and rice dishes specially made by Pema. Mountainous amounts of food had piled the table in order to feed all ten inhabitants of the temple. Well, eleven, if the unborn baby in Pema's abdomen was to be counted.
It was one of the first home dinners that the bending brothers had eaten since the disappearance of their parents, and they wholeheartedly welcomed the hospitality and the familiarity of it. Although the meal was absent of meat, a delicacy and rarity to the boys, it was one of the best things that they had ever tasted.
After filling their stomachs to the brim with food, everyone had become sluggish and sleepy and, one by one, retired to their respective bed chambers for the night.
Hours ticked by, each second accounted for by the tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the dining
Kiss of the JellaxOk, probably should do a legal disclaimer that I don't own the Jamanen characterKiss of the Jellax5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
KISS OF THE JELLAX
"I can't believe this is happening"
Those six words had become something of a mantra for Private Alex Johanson.
The whole idea of red slime from outer space taking over the world was just insane. It was something out of a science fiction movie.
It was real.
And now he was running for his life through the back alleys in the bad part of Santa Monica.
It was like a nightmare that the world just couldn't wake up from. Within thirty-six hours, Japan had been silenced. The home of technological innovation was just... gone. The entire population dead according to the military. His superiors had called the creature Jellax, and explained what it did to its victims.
Like every soldier in the country, if not the world, Alex Johanson had been terrified.
It was said that the Jellax creature slaughtered all that opposed it, absorbing their terrified souls to feed an incredible
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
Ponystuck Chapter 1Ponystuck Chapter 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my humble domain. My name is Not Important, and I will be your narrator for what can arguably be called an evening. Please, take a seat, as long as it isn't that big one with the red cushion. That's for a friend of mine, who may or may not turn up later on." Here I pause, and wait for you to get into a comfortable position before continuing my introduction. Regrettably, it takes so very long to explain things through dialogue. There is much to tell you, and one of the few things I am unaware of is how much time I have left to tell it before the story takes matters into its own hands.
"Before I begin this story, however, I feel that it is only right to give you fair warning. This story takes place across many different universes, with far too much jumping around between them. As a result there are many uncertainties involved with claiming that anything is happening in the past or present, or even the future, relative to my position here.
Thirty-SevenKnocking on the door before, him, Felix could not help but chuckle as he realized that, ever since Miss Calhoun had moved into Apartment B-16, he had come to visit her exactly thirty-seven times.Thirty-Seven2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not that he could actually blame the poor woman, for the building itself had been built in the early seventies, using the best of the best for its time, and had not been fully upgraded since then. He had been able to do patch up jobs over the years that he had worked there, replacing pipes and electrical wires with newer, more modern versions as the old gave way, but there still always seemed to be something to fix. A lucky strike for him, who had been kept fully employed by this one building for the last seven years, but an inconvenience for the folk who lived there full time and did not have his ability to fix almost everything he touched. Had it been up to him, he would have destroyed the entire building long ago and have rebuilt it from the ground up, thus, in the long run, saving everyone
PnF: Vocal Blues ch12Thursday followed in the same manner as Wednesday, and Friday the same as Thursday. The only difference was when Isabella, Baljeet and Buford came over to practice the few songs they would be playing for the Christmas Banquet the following evening.PnF: Vocal Blues ch124 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Buford played on the drum set Phineas and Ferb had in their basement. It had once belonged to Phineas' biological father, Francis Flynn, who had once played the instrument when he was still alive. Vague memories of listening to him bang the symbols still floated about in Phineas' mind, but despite Ferb's ability to teach him how to play the set, the red-head would rather play the guitar or another instrument. The only time Buford played something other than the drums or his acoustic guitar was when he would be playing his saxophone for Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree.
Baljeet played his keyboard for most of the practice, although he did exchange it for his electric guitar at one point. Isabella played the keyboard in one song and sh
A lovely haikuHaikus are easyA lovely haiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But sometimes they don't make sense
Drop Everything.I just wanna walk away,Drop Everything.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crawl into a hole of my very own.
I can't stay this way-
Can't keep playing all these stupid mind games.
I'm so lost in my own beginning-
I just want to start over new.
For there is no love inside me,
Ths isn't the way it's supposed to be.
I'm chasing after a ghost of the little girl I used to be.
No past hindering her immediate future.
I keep wishing at the shining stars,
Hoping one will fall for me-
Just shoot some luck down at me,
Make me forget everything.
For all I can think of is-
My broken heart,
Refusing to tie itself back up into one.
I can't stop crying inside-
Can't stop counting the cuts upon my little thighs.
I'm ashamed of who I am,
Wondering if there's anyway to be happy again.