The Seven (ASOIAF inspired Prayer) (ENG)Father, please judge men's deedThe Seven (ASOIAF inspired Prayer) (ENG)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So that the war may not proceed
Mother, smile at the children gently
To make them grow and behave decently
Warrior, take care of all your children
Someday they'll fight for you with a sword instead a pen
Crone, see how the fate in the gods grows
What's right ? What's wrong ? Only the god knows
Smith, give strength to us to build walls to hold back The Others
Because we are all sisters and brothers
Maiden, spend of some knowledge
We'd like to know more than how to cut a hedge
Stranger, live can be a beauty
The believe in all of you is our duty
La nostalgia toco la guitarra.Aunque tímida mi yema roce la cuerda, al silencio derrumba.La nostalgia toco la guitarra.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Un lenguaje simple que me lleva, me pierde y me encuentra,
cita el momento perfecto, en un acorde que despierta el más tibio de los suspiros,
suspiro que se pregunta cuántos mundos caben en un traste,
mundos que encajan y existen,
existimos y nos desvanecemos,
siendo uno y ninguno.
Miles de ensoñaciones riman con confianza, con soltura, elegancia,
derramando sonrisa y llanto, cargándose de nostalgia;
creciendo, aún cuando el compás
comienza a crepuscular.
Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 2Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 28 months ago in Romance More Like This
Goldenkit shuffled along the edge of the nursery, looking for a way out. He pawed at the branches and brambles, hoping his tiny claws could snag on a tendril and tear it free. He could see some golden light seeping in from the outside world, and he wanted to feel its warmth.
"Goldenkit, what are you up to now?" His mother, Dewflower, scooped him up in her paw and pulled him close to her.
"I'm trying to explore." The black and white kit squeaked.
"You're trying to ruin the den, that's what you're doing," a brown mottled she-cat hissed. Her kit was nestled at her belly, he was older than Goldenkit, but only by two moons or so.
"Can Harekit play too?" Goldenkit perked up his little curled ears in excitement.
"Can't you see he's sleeping?" The she-cat growled.
"Oh quiet, Foxfur, you know he just wants to play." Dewflower defended her son.
"Yeah, and mine just wants to sleep." The mud-colored she-cat r
I Don't Think It's AsexualityI don't think you're asexual.I Don't Think It's Asexuality4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hate me for this, for trying to assume,
that I know what goes on upstairs,
in your messy mental rooms.
I just notice how you talk to me about
the molestation and abuse,
and how you slap yourself with a label
that society has coined for you.
Would It be wrong to say that I think you need help,
that maybe you're not disgusted with sex,
maybe you're not just asexual?
Perhaps it's fear that's keeping
you from smiling,
and society that's telling you
to cling to asexuality.
I'm sorry for this, but I think you need help,
rather then always
quickly self-diagnosing yourself.
No, you've got It wrong, I’m not saying
that you can't be asexual.
I'm just thinking that the abuse
wasn't the cause of your dislike for things sexual.
As your friend, I just want to help how I can,
so I thank you for giving me the chance,
for just letting me in.
Whether you're asex
DB SF CH3: a new lifeDB SF CH3: a new life4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was already the evening of the next day when Goku finally and with some effort arrived at the Western capital City where Bulma lived. The spacepod weighted more than 400 kilos, but carrying it half over the globe was quite a task, even for him. The sun was setting though red clouds when he flight over the area of the Capsule Corporation, the first person he recognized was Bulmas dad, Dr. Briefs, who was working on something on the little meadow in front of the gigantic house. Goku landed next to him and called out:
"Hi, Mister Briefs! It's me, Goku! Can I talk to Bulma please?"
The older man looked up at him and jumped a bit from the surprise, he had appeared almost out of nowhere. And he hadn't noticed the luggage yet !
"You scared me, son! Where do you come from?"
"Sorry! Bulma, is she here? I have to show her something spectacular!"
"Why all this rush? Com on, I have a cold beer in the fridge We haven't seen each other in years, let's celebrate it!"
"I don't like that
Loki's Perfect Day AriaLoki's Perfect Day Aria3 years ago in Horror More Like This
This day is going to be perfect,
The kind of day that of which I've dreamed since I was small,
Every Body will gather round,
Say I look lovely in my crown,
What they Don't know is that I have fooled them all.
This day was going to be perfect,
The kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small,
But instead of feeling great,
With all my friends to celebrate
The Glory Bells, they may not ring for us at all.
I could care less about the crest,
I won't partake just for their sake,
Oaths I'll be lying when I say,
That through any kind of weather,
I'll keep the nine realms together.
The truth is I don't care for them at all,
No I do not love the World.
How can I care for what's Absurd?
But I still want them to be all mine.
Must escape before it's too late,
Must find a way to save the day,
Hope I'm lying if I say.
I don't care that I may lose them
To someone who wants to use them,
Who won't care for them each and every day?
For I oh so love the World.
All my Hopes t
New HomeNew Home3 years ago in Drama More Like This
THE RACCOONS FAN FICTION
Written by Stephen Ricketts, Jennifer Elliot & Jacob Turner
The Raccoons © Skywriter Media & Entertainment Group
Michelle Raccoon © Michelleraccoon
Jenny Snooper © Jennifer Elliot
Super Snooper © Hanna-Barbera
NEW RACCOONS INTRO
NARRATOR: 'This is the Evergreen Forest. Quiet, peaceful, serene. That is until Bert Raccoon wakes up.'
As the narrator talks, we see the forest, and zoom in on Bert and Lisa's new tree/house. And into their room, where Bert Raccoon leaps out of bed.
Then the picture freezes, and Bert's name appears, followed by still images of the other main characters with their names. And goes to Cyril and the Pigs, when Cyril's theme tune plays.
MAIN CAST LIST
Ralph and Melissa
Bentley and Penny
Schaeffer and Broo
Cedric and Sophia
Lloyd, Boyd and Floyd
After the cast list, it shows all the main characters standing together, with Bert pointing up at the fireworks in
I Dream of CeresA sci-fi pulp.I Dream of Ceres2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cerean Anthem blared out of the speakers of the cell’s viewplate. Trandon was awake beforehand, out of habit. He wore sonic-strength ear plugs just so he wouldn’t have to listen to that fucking song. They were proscribed items for that reason and he had paid out the nose to get them, but they were SO worth it. After the jingle came the news. This was worth watching solely because of the buxom newscaster (he had heard that the reporter in the women’s cells was a hunky dude, but he didn’t know for sure). She covered the usual shit; buy Cerean, work hard, brush your fucking teeth so you don’t cost the government a pair of dentures.
The work listings came on and he stopped looking at the woman’s chest and at the numbers that crawled up the side of the screen.
“Due to mishaps in the Level 23 dry-docks,” -people died- “the completion time for the freighter Chalmar Truntz is behind schedule. Ceres Astrowerks is
ROTG Jack Frost x ReaderChapter 5ROTG Jack Frost x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That day consisted of you and Jack going on small adventures. He shows you how he can make drawings on frosted windows come to life and dance about. You asked him about the others as well. The Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, and Santa. He confirms to that they are just as real as he is. Even the Sand Man, whom they called Sandy.
Your cheeks hurt after that long day from smiling and laughing. Exhausted you make your way to your room with Jack trailing behind you. Jack waits outside your door as you change into your pajamas. You open the door and invite him back in. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed as you flip the covers over and sit bringing the covers back over your legs.
"I'll be back tomorrow. I have to deliver a snow storm to Minnesota... Snow day." he says with a smile.
You nod as he gets up and walks to the window. Jack opens the window in your room and seems to easily jump onto the windowsill, almost cat like.
"Goodbye Jack." you say with a tired smile.
He says goodby
Thor's Theme (Anti Marvel) (ENG)Dear Thor, god of lighting and thunderThor's Theme (Anti Marvel) (ENG)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Never before was your fame such a victim of plunder
Look at all those directors, who stole your story
Washed away the true memory of you, for their own glory
Your hair is red, they always forget
They feature you as a girl's dream instead
Let the lightning come down and burn this shit out
They won't change you again, there's no doubt
You're not a friend with Loke, I know
But many girls make you love each other, though
Dear Thor, make it stop please
Marvel - Fandom is such a disease !
ROTG Jack Frost x ReaderChapter 4ROTG Jack Frost x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You must have fallen asleep while he was carrying you home yesterday. You wake up and look around to find yourself in your room. The suit you where wearing yesterday was tossed on your desk. Sitting up you remember the events of yesterday. Rubbing your eyes you slowly move and hang your legs over the edge of your bed. You start to think to yourself that it was just a dream.
Jack clears his throat.
"Man you sleep like a rock". He says with a smirk.
You jump realizing he is there. Letting out a moan you look at him. He lets out a small chuckle as you stand and you shoot him a look.
"I want to apologize.... For yesterday". He says looking down.
"It's alright. Don't worry about it". You say.
He shrugs in response and takes it upon himself to inspect your room. Turning his back to you he spots a picture, it catches his interest. You find yourself looking at him once again. He is cute. You catch yourself admiring him while you sit on your bed. He moves to the picture its of you and
The Delorean RevealedThe Delorean Revealed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For six long months, Benny the Beast had been working secretly in the personal garage of the main building in the LionKingHeart Fantasy Films studios. Half of year of collecting varies pieces of tubes, wires, metal and other forms of junk was collimation to something that was collecting the curiosity of his fellow staff members. In addition, he had been receive numerous packages in the mail that he refused to let anyone else see. It was all become too much for everyone, especially Rae.
One day in mid-June, Johnny the Lion was coming in with the mail. Rae got mostly love letters from Heath, which she just tosses in the garbage. Johnny and Leo got mix of fan letters and bills.
"Is there a package for me, Johnny?" Benny asked.
"Let's see. . . yup! Here ya go," Johnny replied as he handed the beast a small box. Benny carefully peeked inside and smiled.
"Yes!" Benny shouted with joy.
"What is it, Benny
Down in the Rain: Chapter TwoI whisper under my breath, as I had a nightmare that I could not unseen. It was me and Ninetales being attacked by a group of people with heavy armor and a stun gun as their weapons. I watched her protecting me while she lunched her fire blast at one of the crew member. His face was badly burned to tell if he could see anymore out of his eyes. One of the members kicked under her chest with a loud thump sound. She lost her oxygen to regain control over her physical body.Down in the Rain: Chapter Two1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blood was dripping out of her lips -- I could hear the low sound of pain from the Ninetales. Before I could protest to the people that are doing this to her, they never answer, but they gave me a smirk that I'd never forget. One started to get very cocky that he jumped to scare us and make funny faces as I cover myself in a ball like. The male was too close that Ninetales attacked by using bite on the males left leg. He screamed on the top of his lunges.
"You little demon!" He yield while putting his hand in his
Star Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash2371—The Time of the Maquis Uprising—24 hours remainingStar Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The 2305-series Starfleet Type-I hand phaser lay in pieces on the sixteen-year-old human boy’s desk. His dad had managed to hide the old weapon from the Cardassians when they’d beamed down for their first ‘security sweeps,’ but he hadn’t exactly managed to hide it from his own son. Hadn’t even noticed his prized phaser had been gone for three days already.
It baffled the boy, as he installed the beam collimator he’d managed to scrounge up, how his father could complain about the Federation as they abandoned their people to politics, how he could complain about the Cardassian jackboots and do nothing about it. He couldn’t even be bothered to tuck tail and run when the Cardies took over, let alone stand up and fight like the Maquis were doing.
And now, the boy marveled as he clicked in a power cell he
Cadenky en Problemas Cap. 1-Esto es a continuación de El lado oscuro de Cadence-Cadenky en Problemas Cap. 12 years ago in Letters More Like This
Cadence: Necesito dormir >-< yo soy a víctima de algo arriesgado(?
G Billy: Franky no puedo creer que hayas besado a Cadence! >-<
Franky: Ahm.. era lo único que podía hacer ._.
Petey K: IM WATCHING YOU!
Franky: Petey... ya deja eso >-
Journeyed Too Far WestJanuary 24th, 1872Journeyed Too Far West2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arrived in Rose Dust today. Got a good overlook from the stagecoach as it crested a hill. Little more than a collection of shabby buildings all jumbled together in the bottom of horseshoe-shaped gulley. Timber frames of future dwellings out on the fringes, plenty of carpenters at work. Only places of merit seem to be the assay office and the town hall, maybe the local saloon. Not sure why Rose Dust has the name it does, but clearly a fresh boomtown; even the railroad hasn’t come out this far.
Met with Mayor Chandler, took me to Hoc’s saloon for drinks and to discuss my settling into town. Said his wife didn’t tolerate the thought of him drinking in his office. Friendly, just like in the letters. Offered to put me up in the hotel for the night while he finishes getting my place secured. Never met a man so outright welcoming in my life. Odd that he greets me so warmly; they must really need an undertaker.
January 27th, 1872
Been a few days now, and am
Legend of Zelda, Animal...Animal I Have BecomeLegend of Zelda, Animal...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link ran one hand through the bangs of his hair, brushing it away from his eyes, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. It had been foolish, really, investigating the strange tunnel he had found in Kokori Forest alone. But his curiosity had won over all reason. After wandering along it for a time, he discovered the wooden-like walls around him were now stone, as if he had entered some unknown temple. Sighing, he shook his head a little, looking about him, blue eyes trying to see through the darkness.
A sudden gust of cool air made him shiver. He stood normally, only to have a sharp blast of air whirl around him, increasing so sharply he stumbled about a moment before thudding into the wall again. The air died down, and he gave a sigh of relief, before realizing something. He had no idea which way was out now. Frowning a little, Link took a cautious step away from the wall, and after finding no wind picked up again, starting in one direction, taking
See you tomorrow? Capitulo 1 Parte 1 El cumpleañosSee you tomorrow? Capitulo 1 Parte 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Era una mañana como cualquiera en el iglú de Cadence, Lolz (su puffle) estaba dormida en la cama de Cadence. Todo estaba tranquilo... el cartero estaba siendo perseguido por Flare (el puffle elite de JPG), Scott (Un OC) escuchaba musica mientras cortaba su jardin y Marianne30 estaba jugando Club Penguin y viendo DeviantART (Lol wth).
Lolz se desperto y asustada, empezo a molestar a Cadence.
Cadence: Lolz? Que pasa?
*Lolz hace gestos intentando señalar a la puerta*
*PH entra a la casa de Cadence irrumpiendo (LOL)*
PH: Hola! Estas lista para hoy?
Cadence: De que estas hablando PH?
PH: Porfavor! Me provoca lanzarte por la ventana!
PH: Jajaja! Era una broma Cadence, hoy es la fiesta de cumpleaños de Franky!
Cadence: AAAAGH!! LO OLVIDE POR COMPLETO! Espera... a que hora es?
Cadence: Ermm... lo que quise decir fue... donde esta Fra
Understanding ShadowClanUnderstanding ShadowClan5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What about ShadowClan?" Ashfur asked.
"Well, they are just evil," Hollypaw growled, "so you never know how low they'll stoop in any attack. That makes them unpredictable."
"And weaknesses?" Brackenfur pressed.
"ShadowClan is weak because they think they are braver than they actually are," Hollypaw mewed. -Dark River, pages 67-68
You could consider this part two of my essay, "Blackstar Theories."
After writing that essay for Blackstar, I remembered how misunderstood his birth-Clan is as well and I couldn't help myself in writing something for ShadowClan This has always been my favorite Clan, and I was eager to clear their case in a nice old warriors essay.
The three things that most other Clans (and plenty of warriors fans) despise about ShadowClan is
a) ShadowClan are stubborn and extremely defensive.
b) ShadowClan is always making trouble and being selfish.
c) ShadowClan has the darkest history, history which is
the Art of Staying Aloft - Prologuethe Art of Staying Aloft - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
fishermanI am a fisherman-fisherman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all roaring waves
and rush of sea salt
beating seagull wings
and a tongue carved from
My hands break levees
and my breath births dams
the taste of chilly morns
still melt on the roof of my
mouth like I never wished
for anything besides the smack
of sodden rubber boots and
the scars from entangled
hunks of ivory nets
the sea has not
forgotten my voice-
I can hear them
when the wooden floorboards
crackle like hurricane bruises
from water laden saunters
through land sunk libraries
it has been a forever
since I held a dream
caught between my fingertips
and the gentle rock of a
boat and foamy froth on
but this new trip I have embarked upon
carries more clanking hooks
than screeching sinkers
yet- my line has not changed-
I am a fisherman and the sea
forget who its children are.
the arrangement of astral cordsThis is how I'm built up, you see;the arrangement of astral cords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stars trapped in the linings of my
the regurgitation of meteors
the chambers of a heart--
deconstructs of kaleidoscope-stained
This is the reason why my throat
bubbles like witch's brew--
the insides of my body form monsoons that
scratch my lungs and
disintegrate my windpipe,
an off-pitched dissonance
like wind chimes
whenever I try to shout or speak or
(and they tell me that you could sing
the moon to sleep when you cast
your faithful nothings on a star)
[and, no, I'm not some kind of genie
trapped in an expanse of dust
rather than a lamp]
Darling, I was never caught between
a collision of star-crossed galaxies,
nor an accident between the big bang
and a black hole.
I was born a star-child.
and, no, they could never be beautiful.
Yet, I could never be as graceful.
I could never carve my face the way
gods do, and