Thor's Theme (Anti Marvel) (ENG)Dear Thor, god of lighting and thunderThor's Theme (Anti Marvel) (ENG)2 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 !
The Seven (ASOIAF inspired Prayer) (ENG)Father, please judge men's deedThe Seven (ASOIAF inspired Prayer) (ENG)2 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
What if... The sun shone down on the Thunderclan camp, and Bluefur watched as Mosskit, Mistykit and Stonekit tumbled over Thrushpelt, laughing.What if...1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Get out of our territory, Shadowclan flea-pelt!” Stonekit squeaked, charging at Thrushpelt. He battered the tom’s ear with his tiny paws.
“You should never have come here!” Mistykit cried, standing atop the tom.
“Yeah! Because we’re the greatest Thunderclan warriors ever!” Mosskit boasted, climbing up and standing next to her sister.
“Oh yeah?” He grinned and heaved upward.
With squeaks of surprise and delight, Mistykit and Mosskit tumbled from his back. They recovered quickly and tackled his paws. Thrushpelt growled playfully.
Bluefur smiled and laughed.
“Looks like your kits are doing well.” Fe
The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov Twins1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
Come DeathEXT. CABIN IN SNOWFIELD - NIGHTCome Death4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Snow is falling in the winter of 1930 upon the exterior of a wood cabin set deep in a forested snowfield. We can hear the sounds of WIND and TREE BRANCHES RUSTLING as SHIPP begins to narrate.
Another one down.
A hole begins to burn in the side of the wall, spreading out quickly, almost as though it were paper, and we hear the FLAMES CRACKLING. Through the hole we see that Shipp sits at a desk inside, writing furiously with audible PEN SCRATCHES.
SHIPP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Another one down...
Shipp's notebook has a variety of names written within it, some of which are crossed out. He crosses out the name "Justice Edward Terry Sanford".
SHIPP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
... and it still isn't enough.
Shipp slams the book closed.
EXT. FORESTED SNOWFIELD - NIGHT
Shipp, with a large canvas sack over his shoulder and a pistol in his hand, takes long, slow strides through the snow drifts, clearly deep in thought. We hear FL
Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 1Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 15 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A painful cry erupted from the nursery and any warrior in the vicinity slammed their paws over their ears.
It was leaffall, at least the very start of it. The weather during the day was hot and sticky but the nights were chilling cold. A few trees even had a head start in the changing of their leaves. The few ruby and rust-colored leaves hid themselves among the bright emeralds.
It was after sunhigh, and the sky was a dull blue. During this time of day, the cats relaxed and enjoyed their catch from that morning, and many even decided to go swimming.
In the RiverClan nursery, a gold and white queen laid on her side, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her claws sunk into the earth, and her eyes were shut tight in pain.
"Are they dead? Please don't tell me if they're dead, I don't want to know." The queen shook her head and buried it in her paws, wailing with fear and grief.
"You only have one kit
Hallo und Tschuess (Goethe Modern) (GER)Mein Herz raste, schnell setzte ich mich auf's PferdeHallo und Tschuess (Goethe Modern) (GER)2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Es war schneller getan, als gedacht
Die Sonne drehte sich Weg von der Erde
Die Nacht brach an, ich hab gelacht
Im Nebel stand eine alte Eich'
Sie war an Größe ziemlich reich
Angst hattte ich vor der Dunkelheit, da nichts erschien bekannt
Ich glaubte hundert Gegner zu sehen, denn nichts hab ich erkannt
Von Wolken umgeben schien der Mond
Auch der Trabant wurde vom Nebel nicht verschont
- und stark wehte der Wind
Drückte schmerzvoll an mein Ohr, er war doch recht geschwind
Die Nacht gebar fortlaufend der Hölle schwarze Brut
Doch ich fühlte mich wohl und war auch voller Mut
In meinen Adern brannte heiß, ein Hormon genannt Adrenalin
In meinem Herzen brannte Leidenschaft
Ich sah dich und die schöne Freude
deines Anblickes erreichte mich
Mein Herz ist immer bei dir
Und mein Leben, es ist nur für dich
Dein Gesicht, die Vollkommenheit der Natur
Und ich bekam die Zärtlichkeiten, so ehrlich und so pur
Ich hoffte noch auf diese Gefühle; auf Lie
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.The Parlour Incident3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 4Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 44 months ago in Romance More Like This
"I can't believe our ceremony is pushed back a moon because of a stupid kit!" Frostpaw sliced at a log with his ebony-colored claws, sending the snow on top of the dead bark flying in a white powder.
Goldenkit huddled beside the nursery, listening to every word of Frostpaw's rant with a feeling of guilt weighing down in his heart.
It was the next day, and Goldenkit had woken up to the silence of the camp, everyone had still been sleeping soundly. He did not bother going back to sleep, he knew that whatever Grassfur had given him was worn away by then. He had laid beside the nursery instead, inhaling the intoxicating and refreshing dawn air, and watched the pink sky transform into its usual blue.
"Well, Frostpaw, I'm surprised you didn't get a worse punishment for endangering a kit's life." Pebblepaw curled her tail around her delicate paws.
The white apprentice spun around sharply and stood nose-t
WR- The L2T Generation- PrologueWR- The L2T Generation- Prologue4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wolf's Rain- The L2T Generation- Prologue
YOU DONT HAVE TO HAVE SEEN WOLF'S RAIN TO READ THIS. Though it's awesome, so you should watch it some time :3 anyways.. This is my fan fiction based off the Wolfs rain series. Just think of it as Wolfs rain 2. It takes place after Wolfs rain, when the world has pretty much died. Only a tiny fraction of the human population are left.
IF YOU HAVNT SEEN WOLFS RAIN READ THIS! You only need to know a few general things about wolfs rain to read my fanfic. 1- animals can disguise themselves as humans. 2- in wolfs rain there was a white wolf known as Kiba and a young brown wolf known as Tobou. (There were other wolves but these are the only two you'll need to know.) 3- the whole goal of the wolves was to try and find the gateway to paradise. Because the world was dying.
ANYWAYS! Let's get onto the story! Enjoy!
We brought this on ourselves. With the greed and selfishness of mankind. How were we so blind? Wave by wave the sea slowl
Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 3Goldenstar's Choice: Chapter 34 months ago in Romance More Like This
The snow had finally arrived. Goldenkit, who has never experienced the chilling substance, raced out of the den and gazed up at the low, gray sky in wonder.
Slowly, the other kits filed out behind him. Harekit blinked away the sleep from his eyes. "It's so cold out here!" He hissed, his fur fluffing up to combat the leafbare chill.
"That's because it's leafbare, you mouse-brain!" Goldenkit giggled and batted at his friend's ear.
Harekit shook the flakes of snow from his fur. "Still, I don't like it."
The other warriors were all sleepily emerging from their dens, each one looking up at the sky. Some growled in anger and contempt, and others purred in delight.
"Now we can go ice fishing!" Lionclaw whipped his tail back and forth excitedly. "Whitepelt, you should come along! You'll blend in so well." He brushed his tail along her flank with a laugh.
"I suppose." The white warrior blinked. "Oddly enou
Meditations: Of Man And HatredMeditations: Of Man And Hatred4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
OF MEN AND HATRED
(C) 2011 by Agetian (agetian.deviantart.com), all rights reserved.
True, passionate, unyielding hatred - that is the name of one of those strongest
evil feelings that I have perhaps never felt yet in my life and I pray that I
will never have to. Yet, I saw manifestations of it many times, more than I
would have preferred, to be honest. It is the feeling that, according to some,
might feel satisfying, yet the feeling that might as well easily corrupt one's
soul... So, why am I meditating today about hatred? What makes me consider
this weird phenomenon and address it in my notes?..
In my life, I have come across many things that I liked and disliked, approved
of and disapproved of. I have met many people, good and bad alike, and became
best friends with some of them and parted my ways forever with the others, yet
never in my life have I felt this ardent, unforgiving desire
ROTG Jack Frost x ReaderChapter 7ROTG Jack Frost x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pitch looms over you with a smirk.
“You're terrified.” his voice was like velvet as he spoke. His eyes burned with pride that he was able to strike fear in your heart. The black sand still covered the windows shutting the outside world out.
“I have a message for you to deliver”. Pitch says as he drags a slender grey hand across you cheek.
It was late when you got home. You were tired and shied away from the dark corners of your house in fear that Pitch would step out. Not knowing when Jack would be back you went strait to bed. Tossing and turning all night you drifted in and out of sleep. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Pitch looking back at you.
The sun was peaking trough the curtains in your room. Sluggishly crawling out of bed you headed towards the bathroom. When you were done with your routine you slowly made your way back to your room. Jack was leaning against the dresser with his arms folded across his chest. Something was off about Jack
PilgrimI'd been alone in the wastes for near ten days when they found me. The building I'd holed-up in might have been a bank, might have been a church; I wasn't going to call it. But its walls were stone-built, and most of them were still standing.Pilgrim1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meals of tinned mystery-meat, and only-slightly irradiated water had kept me alive as I picked through the detritus. I found little more than empty, rusted tins, and kid's toys that had survived the fallout. That is, until I turned up the device; some relic that still had power. It came alive in my hands, splashing blue light across pitted grey stone and orange rust.
Of course, I was far from the only one interested in that trinket. My first warning was the quake; stones shifted beneath my feet and rusting I-beams groaned overhead. Still, that was more warning than most got, and I wasn't about to waste it. I grabbed my pack and ran.
I burst out of the shaking building, arriving at a cratered street. I didn't stop; the quake was hot on my heels. An
Bonus Chapter: It's All Because of the UnicornIt's All Because of the UnicornBonus Chapter: It's All Because of the Unicorn4 months ago in Horror More Like This
Goldeneyes woke up from his deep slumber, the weak morning light trickling in from the open spots of the woven den. He drowsily got to his paws, and slowly stretched every muscle, making sure he was limber and ready to start the day. With a wide yawn exposing all his sharp teeth, he padded onward towards the RiverClan clearing.
To his surprise, it was dead empty. Goldeneyes searched all around, but everyone still seemed to be fast asleep. The sun was already rising past the horizon, dawn had arrived. Why wasn't Lonestar organizing the dawn patrol?
Goldeneyes gave a shrug. Must've been good hunting yesterday for everyone to be still asleep. "I suppose I'll go hunting by myself." He murmured, and trotted off in direction of the exit.
The soft warmth of the morning sun touched his black and white pelt with the delicacy of an angel, and the gentle heat soothe
.photography: a love story.Falling in Love.photography: a love story.1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was about eleven years old when I got my first camera. It was instant love, my first love. I took it everywhere with me. Every flower in sight was shot, my friends became models. My dog became an endangered animal in the Sahara that was to be the epitome of my photographic lifetime. Being a photographer quickly became my dream.
The Truth is Often Disappointing
One day my father took me for ice cream with a side of let's talk about actuality. Simply put; he told me photography was a wonderful hobby and he was glad I found an interest in something. Then came the harsh reality; it takes a lot to become a professional photographer. Most people only ever do it as a hobby; only a select few ever make it a career.
Putting it Down
I can’t tell you if it was the disappointment of learning my dream job wasn’t likely to
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
Bard's LamentMy steps are attached to the ground that holds your kingdom. I saw you once upon a time, when I first came with my humble lyre to play some joy and some pain, and I never left.Bard's Lament1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wonder ; forgotten princess, could the comb you once held in your hand now untangle the torment of my mind?
I wonder; does the mirror that reflected your eyes still stand unbroken; and could it take me where wanders your mind?
I wonder; did the two thousand steps of your castle porch kiss your feet when you climbed them for the last time?
I wonder; do the walls cry at night seeing you forever asleep?
And I, the poorest of all minstrels, I shall destroy my instrument and use its strings to make a bow. And send my everything to you, on an arrow, since I cannot climb up to you holding on your locks, like Rapunzel, or fighting the dragon like Sleeping Beauty. I will send my most beautiful scores, and maybe the touch of my heart’s ink will at last wake you up.
I will sit under your balcony, on the very spot
Be Yourself: Chapter 1, Part 1"C'mon, Rainbow Dash! We're going to miss it if you don't hurry!"Be Yourself: Chapter 1, Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Relax, Pinkie. I'm flappin' these wings, ok?"
The pink pony bounced jovially up ahead, excited for the... festivities she spoke of. Especially since it was for ol' Dashie. She stopped at the door of Mr. and Mrs. Cake's shop, where she lived on the upper floor, and shushed the rainbow maned pony as if she'd been loud.
"Pinkie, what's the big-- Whoa!" Rainbow Dash was cut mid-sentence as Pinkie got behind her, pushing her up the stairs by the flank, giggling uncontrollably. Dash knew Pinkie's eyes were always sparkling oceans, but today, they shone brighter than before, incomparable to any time before.
The door to Pinkie's home flew open as streamers and confetti poured from above the door right onto Rainbow Dash. "Happy Birthday, Dashie!" Pinkie exclaimed, cake, presents, and punch about the room. Rainbow wanted to keep her sly smile, but the scene was tear-jerking, and a sigh of delight escaped her blunt muzzle.
The Heir to Courage - storyThe Heir to Courage - story2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Heir to Courage
The Hero's Shade traveled shroud in the shadows of a thickly wooded trail. Paws nimbly picking their way through fallen branches the wolf silently tread to the secluded home buried deep along the outskirts of Hyrule.
Within the last few hours Shade had found himself once again able to sense the Triforce of Courage.
From the moment the golden relic was split by an unbalanced touch the three pieces of the Triforce were destined to be continually regifted and reborn through generations.
Courage had made its rounds time and time again, each time leading its wielder on an righteous but otherwise uneventful life.
Wisdom was most often reborn within the royal family and earlier this year it had done so yet again, with a new princess, again named Zelda as was tradition...
But what troubled the Sacred Beast is that in all his wanderings he had yet to see anyone bear the mark of Power...
As an ethereal being Shade made his way easily and silently into the dusty old rafters of
NEPKAT FEEEEEEEELS▲: :33< somebody help me......NEPKAT FEEEEEEEELS2 years ago in Drama More Like This
▼: WHAT HAPPENED?
▲: :33< karkitty.....
▼: WHAT'S WRONG?
▲: :33< its gamz33.....
▲: :33< he hurt me.....
▼: OH MY GOD.
▲: :33< he killed equius......
▼: NO,FUCK NO. HE COULDN'T HAVE-
▼: HE'S SOBER?!
▲: :33< im scared......
▼: I'M COMING OVER.
▼: YOU'RE AT YOUR HIVE,RIGHT?
▲: :33< im furking scared....... DD':>
▲: :33< no.....
▼: WHERE ARE YOU
▲: :33< the...... lab.......
▼: HOLY FUCK WHY YOU OUT OF ALL PEOPLE.
▼: I'M COMING.
▼: STAY THERE.
▼: HOLD ON.
▼: FUCK FUCK SHIT.
▲: :33< im trying..... DD:>
▼: *halfway there*
▼: DAMMIT. DAMNED GAMZEE.
▼: THAT STUPID STONER.
Cupcakes -en hispano-Cupcakes -en hispano-4 years ago in Horror More Like This
(Historia original escrita por Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown)
El aire era cálido y el sol brillaba, todo los ponies en Ponyville estaban teniendo un día glorioso. El centro de la ciudad se encontraba lleno de ocupados ponies que llenaban las calles. Cada uno de ellos parecía tener un lugar específico al cual ir. Todos excepto Rainbow Dash; su lugar estaba en el cielo. Ella volaba libremente por el aire, acelerando de un lado a otro, agitando las copas de los árboles y perturbando el aire. La pegaso azul pasó por encima del patio de la escuela, tan solo para impresionar a los pequeños ponies, luego subió varios cientos de pies y comenzó a caer picada tan rápido como pudo. Segundos antes de golpear el suelo, sus alas se abrieron y ella regresó a claro azul del cielo. Rainbow se sentía viva.
De pronto, Dash recordó que ella debía estar en otro lugar, se supo
Old hauntsNumb fingers fumble at coppersOld haunts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a dodgy purple lighter which is unfit for purpose.
Giant splodges of stars
as if God - in a frolic of youthful exuberance
went wild with a paintbrush.
Granite delicately held by shape and contour alone.
Slotted together: a melee of ankles, hips, spontaneous larynx.
Careless hopes, dreams wide, menthol cigarettes.
Thoughts all quiet.