FlyWith the covers pulled over my head, my room darker than the city night and the steady breath of my sister in the bed below me, I would put my hands together, close my eyes, and pray. I’m not sure who I was praying to. I knew God then, I suppose. Each night asking for the same thing. Never receiving, but I’d never stop. I couldn’t sleep unless I prayed. Dear Lord, I thank you for such a nice day. Please let us all have good dreams tonight and a good day tomorrow. And please, please, please let me have the power to fly. In Jesus name I pray, amen. I thought these words each night, and each morning I’d wake from my nightmares to find that I, in fact, could not fly. I was always disappointed.Fly1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Jezebel, what are you thinking about?”
There is laughter. “Flying is for the birds, dear.”
“Then I’d like to be a bird.”
“And what would you do as a bird? You couldn’t speak, or walk.”
Stain(s)coffee stains relocate thoughts,Stain(s)11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a spoonful of regrets poised over a black pit
of ten moves and fifteen years of next time,
this time, some time.
she indulges the swamp-thick mocha,
attempts to sweeten it with fresh cream,
white introspection, cinnamon perspective.
the first time she drank, she grew older.
a foot taller changes the way you wash stains,
she thought of the first time she drank
and the first time she indulged her own black
swamp desires and mucked them with fresh cream.
she thought of the first time
someone else made her drink
The Trainer and the DragonCh.1. The Story BeginsThe Trainer and the Dragon3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Narrator: once upon a time, a princess lived in an enchanting castle, although she had everything her hearts desire, she was gullible, low on understanding, and always tricked! One day a old man, at the window offered her a rose, in return of shelter from the cold, felt sorry by his elderly appearance, she was concerned for the gift, and let him in, but a mysterious voice warned her not to be deceived by appearances for goodness can be found in the heart, but she ignores it, and the old mans age melted away to reveal a magical elf, The Princess tried to apologize to the Voice but it was too late, she was so ignorant to listen, then the Elf placed a magic talisman which transformed her into a Dragon, and cast a spell in the castle and all who lived their! Ashamed of her new form, she conceals herself inside her castle, and has a magic pool which is the only window to the outside world, but the rose the Elf offer, was truly a magic rose, which would bloom only for
I am standingIt's been months since I wanted to break out of my body. Okay, that's a lie. But it's been days. Days since I've felt static scorch underneath my skin, felt colours cutting into my eyes, had to explain that these aren't metaphors. There are so many ways you can get used to living. I wonder if anyone else feels empty when they don't have creatures clawing up through their throat.I am standing1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't know what art is, or what okay is. I like to believe I know it when I feel it, but I'm not so sure I would. I think people expect me to be a lot more insightful than I am right now. I don't think they take into account that boredom is stressful, and stress can shatter you like roots in concrete. Maybe I'm growing. But I don't even know if I'm bored. I feel like a lot of different people, or a lot of aspects of different people, all trying to learn how to stand one another.
It's been days since I wanted to break out of my body. I'm watching the sunrise from the wrong side, but I did sleep. I'm not curlin
DragonsDragons.Dragons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na
This Is War (USUK)A warning to the people,This Is War (USUK)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
the good and the evil.
This is war.
The panicked screams, the rush of people fleeing to the shelters, the heat from the burning fires - so hot that he could almost feel his skin melting - were all things, part of the chaos, that he was slowly getting used to as the year wore on. Not too long ago, he was part of that chaos, the hordes of frightened people. They'd had no idea what was going on, at the start. No bloody idea. The Germans had come out of nowhere on that day, September 7, 1940. Now he sat and watched from his vantage point as his heart was burned, again and again, every night, with a blank and accepting expression etched onto his face. The searing pain that he once felt was gone, replaced with a numb feeling. He couldn't bring himself to give those krauts the pleasure of seeing the once great British Empire withering on the floor in utter agony. He wouldn't, and he couldn't.
To the soldier, the civilian,
The martyr, the
tutorialtake an evening -tutorial3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
reclassify emotions as chemical compounds.
remove one atom,
see what changes.
take your field notes, transcribe them
back to front.
add line breaks.
be scientific. be too scientific.
replace the word 'entropy'
with the word 'god'.
be so full of want that you can feel it
scraping its numb jaws against your insides.
write about flowers instead.
make your first line provocative.
follow it, let it unfurl -
inauthentic, try again.
who the fuck
read, find inspiration.
find new ways to plagiarize old ideas.
hash and rehash,
slash and burn.
look at the mess you've made.
spend an hour flicking back and forth -
write about family. if it hurts too little,
write about flowers instead.
use a word bank.
write in the dark.
write from within your own skull.
write your litanies.
write your lines.
Something You Don't Need to See USUKDisclaimer: No matter how much I would love to, I honestly don't own Hetalia - Axis Powers, it was solely created by Himaruya Hidekazu.Something You Don't Need to See USUK3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Darkness was something that he'd never questioned. Arthur had never seen the light, and so he welcomed the black abyss. He didn't even know what light looked like. Maybe what he thought was 'dark' was actually 'light'. After all, he'd only ever been told what 'light' and 'dark' were. He'd never experienced the difference.
All of Arthur's life, he'd wandered around without knowing what black or white or light or dark looked like. In fact, he didn't even know what red looked like. Or blue. Or green, or purple, or any other colour that could be named.
Arthur was blind.
He'd been blind since birth. Arthur was a premature baby, you see, and had a disease called retinopathy of prematurity, or ROP, that all premature babies are at risk of contracting. He'd been one of the unlucky ones, the fact that he was so underweight causing
Who are you?"Who are you?"Who are you?2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
said the Caterpillar.
"Who are you?"
But how could she answer?
The identity of a person is not so
easily known, and one has to think very hard
before one can say with certainty.
She could be a beautiful winged horse whose flesh
glows with the golden, incandescent dust of fairies, her
mane a sugary concoction of pinks and blues with streaks of
black and green whilst her tail is a brazen red that would shock the senses of
even the wildest of flames.
Or perhaps she could be a jellyfish that carves paths through
the darkest and lightest of waters, the bell shape of her body
as large as her blue skirts and her trailing tentacles as
pretty and glittering and perhaps even brighter than
the heavenly stars that hang from the
silver strings attached to
the sturdy yet gentle fingers of the puppet master.
Or even, perhaps, she could be a pixie, with fluttering
dragonfly wings that beat faster tha
on begging to be yourselfI don't want to die. I've never wanted to die, not even when I curled into an apostrophe and muttered the half-wish to the walls of my flesh.on begging to be yourself9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
All I've ever wanted is a word. I want a word for the ache between my xylophone ribs that doesn't make my loved ones shudder with misinterpretation and distrust of my volatile heart; I want a word to encompass the missing parts that I cannot remember the names of; I want a word that will explain to people that it's okay that I'm not whole, because not-whole doesn't always equate to being broken.
I can tell you that my heart aches the way a blade of grass bends in a summer storm, my skin feels like drying watercolours on pavement and I can feel the highway of my veins inside my flesh, but I can't tell you that I have the word I need. I don't have it, but my knees are puckered from prayer that someone out there does and that one day they'll press poetry into my ears and share it with me like a secret.
I don't want to die. All I want is to be allowe
TES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' LyricsThe Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - "Sons of Skyrim" Song LyricsTES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Naal ok zin, los vahriin,
Wah dien vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal,
Ahrk fin norok paal graan,
Fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal.
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah,
Do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zyemah win kien meyz fundien
Alduin fyen do jun,
Kruziik vokun staadnau,
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lien.
By his honor, is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay,
And the fiercest foes rout,
When they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray,
And the Scrolls have foretold,
Of black wings in the cold,
That when brothers wage war come unfurled,
Alduin bane of kings,
Ancient shadow unbound,
With a hunger to swallow the world.
ode to the dragon.ode to the dragon.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Though thy teeth be sharp, and thy claws great, waste not thy strength on me,
for thy beauty doth pierce mine heart worse than any wound.
Do not waste thy breath upon me, for I burn already a passion far greater than I can bear.
Oh dragon, hold back not thine beauty from mine eyes any longer, spread thy wings for me, let me see thy grace, thy majesty, thy glory complete!
Though thy scales turn away the sword, they cannot turn away my love for thee.
Though thy wings block the sun, they cannot block mine thoughts so bright of thee.
Though thine eyes stare death, I . . .only have eyes . . . for thee.
Skin Deep (Part 3) (Chaos Story Part 5)Skin Deep (Part 3)Skin Deep (Part 3) (Chaos Story Part 5)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Chaos Story Part 5)
Sonic’s ear twitched. Beneath Lamina’s voice being projected over the hidden speaker, the werewolf heard a strange whistling sound. It reminded him of the high-pitched whine a bullet made when it zipped through the air. After the many times he’d been shot at by Eggman’s robotic goons, Sonic had become well acquainted with that particular noise. This was different though. The whistle was deeper, not as fast as a bullet. It sounded more like an arrow. These thoughts spun through Sonic’s brain in a matter of milliseconds. His eyes widened. The werewolf turned to face what he figured was an arrow flying right at him. Instead he spied a dart directed right at his chest that was too close for him to dodge. Sonic winced, bracing for the inevitable sensation of the needle piercing his skin. One more thought ran through Sonic’s head before the dart hit. I hate needles! The werewolf felt something poke into his ch
Rook Takes Pawn"So you're sure that it's done then?"Rook Takes Pawn5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"As sure as I can be," Myan grunted, waving him off dismissively, "The boy no longer poses a threat to our operations."
"Of course not." Myan snapped, swiveling his head to face his colleague. A pair of cold blue eyes met were met with a warmer yellow, both parties unflinching in resolve.
"I merely... convinced him to do certain things, one thing led to another, and now, they're no longer a problem." he said.
"Still, do you have any idea how risky that was?" the other party snapped back, "Elders be damned if it went badly and word got out on the street. You should be thankful the boy was weak-willed enough to be swayed by his companion, lest they end up deciding to play the hero here."
"But the point is," Myan replied coolly, "That they didn't. Problem solved. Case closed. Checkmate."
The other party sighed irritably, making sure to place extra emphasis on his frustration.
"Fine, fine, fine. He's out of the way then, I'll be hap
DragonsThe dragons just kept getting cuter.Dragons3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows of dragons pressed against my laptop from all sides. Some I enjoyed looking at. Others were a reminder of some mistake I'd made. Putting the horns on before the eyes. Making the legs too thin so it tilted drunkenly while baking. Not realizing that some clay changes color as it solidifies.
What to do with them all? I couldn't keep them even if I'd want
Little Grey Dragons[Let's rate this PG-13 for violence.]Little Grey Dragons2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alexi was at the river, washing the clothes of a hundred miners, when Peter came with the dragon eggs. She saw her brother filthy not with the usual soot but with dirt and leaves. "What happened to you?" she asked, eyeing also the covered basket he hauled in both hands.
"Open the door," he huffed. Alexi stepped over to her shop and nudged open the door so he could dash inside, then followed him. Clothes, irons and scrubbing-boards were neatly arranged all over the sunny hut by the water. Peter shoved a kettle aside and set the basket down with a thump, making the wooden table creak.
"Are you taking iron from the forge?" she said, bewildered by his rush to lock the door.
Peter opened the basket to reveal a pair of grey oval things. "Heavier. These are from no ordinary bird." He lifted one with both hands and set it aside. "I saw a light from the forest last night, and it was so strange that I ran after it. I found these in a hole in a rock."
Sleeping DragonsUnder the ground in hollow hill,Sleeping Dragons5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sleeps the Dragons, living still,
Heartbeats so very very slow,
So their presence few will know!
Mighty race once so strong and proud,
Flew the winds and roared so loud!
Now they lie oh so stiff,
Oft mistaken for a cliff!
Around them now slopes have grown,
Horns mistaken for standing stone,
Nostril seen as a cave,
But dont go in, unless your brave!
Past deeds now reduced to Myths,
In the forgetfullness of times mists,
Once again they could return,
What upheaval that would churn!
Awareness locked in endless dream,
Yet nothing be quite as it seem!
Neath the lonely autumn sky,
Sleeps the dragons, who know why!
18th November 2010
The PawnOliver decided that today's rain was in particularly bad taste. Tapping his tail to the wet pavement in a pitchless tune, he and his dragon, Twisty, waited in the rain. Perhaps some higher being was playing stereotypes just to mess with him, given the nature of the work that he was about to undertake.The Pawn7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Private investigation wasn't exactly the kind of work that he'd expected to take up after joining the Rider's Corps, but then again, neither was writing scripts for dramas. Still, it was supposed to be a relatively simple gig to tide over some bills and keep his dragon fed, and he definitely wasn't going to turn down a free odd job here or there offer courtesy of the Corps. Oliver was still grateful that the association did help riders to find employment, given the rather difficult nature of, well, riders themselves.
The young rider, a slightly shorter-than-average man in his late teens wasn't exactly the type one would expect to be working at his age, but when one's parents were strongly
DragonAs i welcome you into my lair, you gaze at me and I return your stare. Heart skips a beat as you near me. The cool draft in the cave turning heated with a scent of lust rising off of your every being. Shift in aura, black void with a silver light. But not a sence of fright emits from you. A hiss offered to the touch of your paw to my muzzle, the pleasure enough to chill ones spine. Tonight or forever it holds no bound. for right now you are mine. Anthro formation wraps strong arms about you form in a loving embrace, your hand caressing the smooth chilled scale that coat my form. Lips pressed to one another as we pass thorugh time in the endless voice, Abyss of Lover's born of the fires of lust and desire, i take you as mine.. We rise upon cloud 9 in extacy divine our forms linked to one another, intertwined. My person spilling into your sex mending us both together as one. Panting sounding as flesh meats underarmour. Churring happily as we tumble about in bemusement of the situation, HDragon9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
A Legend BornA Legend Born4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Legend Born
Breathing heavily, a thin veil of moisture layered the inside of his rusty helmet. The constant chafing of the harsh metal had pursed his lips, reddening them. Tibbott sheathed his blade and desperately poked his fingers through the gaps of the mouth guard, squirming and stretching to wipe away the condensation. Wincing from his efforts, he envied all of the bearded knights. His supple, clean-shaven skin continually suffered at the hands of all the abrasive textures.
'Squire.' snapped a commanding voice. Standing not twenty yards ahead of Tibbott, his knight and master, Sir George posed. Sunlight broke through the forest canopy bathing the knight and his armour. Dancing and glistening, light played across the protrusions on his pauldrons' engravings. Silvered gauntlets, pointed sabatons and a close helm etched with gold, illuminated the surrounding area with a rich reflection. A red cross, his family's emblem, was centred on the knight's brilli
Parable of the LanternThere were once two men seeking wisdom under the tutelage of an ancient master. He brought them into a dark room. In the center were two metal lamps, each containing a flickering flame.Parable of the Lantern1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Grip your lamp by the base, endure the heat, and gaze into the flame," instructed the master. "If your faith wavers and you look away, or your strength fails and you let go, even for an instant, you will be lost. You will never be wise. But gaze at the flame and, if you prevail, you will know truth."
And the master left them.
The two men gripped their lamps, and gazed into the light. Soon the lamps grew hot from the fire within, and began to burn their hands.
One man let go and stood up. "Aha!" cried the faithful man, as he continued to grip his lantern. "You have shown yourself too weak to become wise."
"Who is wise, the one who holds fire, or the one who lets go?"
The faithless man's eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw that
Pernese Dragon Eye ColoursA list of the Pernese Dragon Eye Colours that appear in the entire series.Pernese Dragon Eye Colours4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Red: Anger, Hunger(Active Appetite), Fear, Mating, Pain, Excitement.
Red/Orange: Mating, Alarm, Eagerness, Arousal.
Orange: Uncertainty, Suspicion, Anger, Mating, Alarm, Hunger, Agitation, Panic.
(It would appear that Red and Orange are quite interchangeable, and the same could be said for Green and Blue, which are "Happy", "Content", "Pleasure", (and lots more words like that)and "Normal" colours.)
Yellow: Anxiety, Fear, (Reproachful?) Worry, Excitement
Pale Yellow: Concern.
Green: (See above) Delight, Tranquility, Placidity.
Blue: (See above) Longing, Interest, Mischief, Excitement.
Grey: Great Worry/Stress/Sadness/Pain (Grey tones come to a dragon's hide too).
Menolly mentions in Dragonsinger (Page 174) that " the green is dominant, which means sleeping pleasure. Red means hunger, blue and green are sort of general shades, white means danger, and yellow is fright." The DL