--Wonder about wonder 1--"Wonder about wonder"--Wonder about wonder 1--5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Episode-1 : "Wondering can do wonders!!"
Directed by: megawolf77 and Rengard
Featuring: The word "wonder."
Rengard: Soooo...let's share wonders...
megawolf77: When will you ever stop wondering, I wonder? It's just a wonder, though, I wonder.
Rengard: I keep wondering about wondering...and wondering about why I'm wondering anyway. *grins*
megawolf77: I wondered... how if you wonder about someone else's wonder when you can just wonder about wonderer's wonders when you least expect to wonder... but I do wonder if you do wonder about it...
Lonely king.Lonely king.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit on my royal throne.
Locked away in my fortress.
Pondering one simple question.
Why am I alone?
I bide my time.
Waiting for the one.
I hide my sorrow.
Pretending to be fine.
Why am I alone?
Where is my special someone?
I don't want to be myself.
To show you how I've grown.
Make haste my missing love.
I have to find you.
I need you in my life.
I want you to be my beloved.
Phoenix's Tales - Chapter OnePhoenix's Tales - Chapter One10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The story of a young witch
My name is Melina Blackeye. I live in a tower in the middle of nothing. Where is that nothing, you may ask. Well, it's in the land of Iroma kingdoms. The three kingdoms in war. I live next to the battlefield and they bring me wounded knights and brave people.
I am also a witch. I was born from a mother-witch, but my father was just a knight, serving in one of the kingdoms Karalom.
Karalom isn't the biggest kingdom, but it is known for its really good farmers and farmlands.
I live alone. My mother was slain by kingdom Iomus' knights, because, well, she was a witch. Iomus people don't like magic at all,
The FishThe Fish10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack woke up to find himself in a well-decorated apartment. Framed photos were spaced appropriately on most of the walls, and the furniture appeared to be made of well-crafted wood. He turned his head to the right and saw Barbara. She returned his gaze and said, "Tell me about when you were in the military. Why don't you ever talk about that?"
"That was a long time ago," Jack sighed. "I was a fighter pilot flying long-range reconnaissance missions during the Chaanian war. The Drall were attacking refugee ships from a Marlon Chaan colony and the Federation decided not to intervene."
"I'm so sorry," Barbara said.
"There was nothing I c
A new Age, a new Life, a new HopeA new Age, a new Life, a new Hope…A new Age, a new Life, a new Hope3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
While shadows rise around this world, your Heart will bring light.
While the spirits destroy this world, your Spirit will heal the pain.
While everything breaks due to the lack of life, you will bring them hope.
While everyone is in fear, you will bring them the courage to stand up again.
Bring them light,
Heal their pain,
Give them hope,
Take their fear!
You are the key to open the gates between them.
You are the band that they need to stand together.
You are the one to go and fight the darkness.
You are one and as one you shall fight.
Open their hearts,
Fight the Dark,
As one to
The Mountain callsI make the air Crush itselfThe Mountain calls3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thunderous sound you shall hear
The Mighty music of the elf
All who are not familiar shall fear
Come to the sound We call
Enter the mountain and Speak
We stand Once and for all
build anew opon this peak
Extraction of the heartDear boy come with meExtraction of the heart3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear your heart
Loving and lonely
Hurry take part
What do you need
Is there someone hurt
Hungrey to feed
Anyone to alert
Look at You making me smile
hurry before anyone sees you leave
There are people to beguile
You will command conqure and Reave
I dont believe I could lead
Mind held back you'll be freed
Alone againLying in his cave he heard a noise "What... whos there?" The king said clinging to his stone bed.Alone again4 months ago in Settings More Like This
"Have you come to kill me with my sirens gone?" pulling his cape off his body.
The noise moved around him, seeming to be on every collum.
With a big and swift puff of flame it began to speak "Is this the great king of the mountain I heard so greatly about?"
Standing up at its voice the king hesitantly spoke "I've never called myslef a king...."
letting out a snarle and a breath of flame "Never the less I know who you are, you are the king of the mountain. The king whop has no kingdom yet Respected as so by many rulers."
"then what do you wa
My Winter QueenWhen I'am AloneMy Winter Queen4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She keeps me company.
When i'am alone
I don't dream of home.
Winter is always somewhere,
oh how i wish i was there.
Her snow is the comforting arms
keeping me away from every harm.
Her blizzards icey embrace
like cold hands on my face.
Welcoming me back again
wondering where I've been.
My mistakeMy mistakeMy mistake1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What I did is wrong. It is false. There is no excuse.
I could have prevented it but I didn’t… It was my curiosity which took me here.
I had always been curious about new things. It gave me the power to look at the world with other eyes. My colors were brighter, my air was clearer, the scent of the wind was stronger. So why did I do it then?
It was something new; it was an experience I’ve never made before. First there was this tension. A feeling I’ve never met before. This shiver in my blood, this crumble rushing through my soul and making my mind spin around making it impossible to think about something
A kind assassinThe rain had started three days ago and nothing was safe from it. Nobody was traveling the roads. Just stepping outside one of the major cities in the harsh land of Skyrim would have been suicide. There was water everywhere. The rivers were flowing over, ponds expanded into little seas and the roads were turned into muddy streams.A kind assassin2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Thieves Guild in Riften had to abandon the Ratway and Ragged Flagon. According to Brynjolf they were being “properly rinsed”. In the other holds people were forced to abandon their lower chambers, and the jarls had opened their cities to the Khajiit caravans. Now the inns were full of the beast rac
ProloguePrologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The old man stumbled along the sidewalk. He was dressed in grey shall, and blended perfectly into the Tokyo smog. His soft shoes swished almost silently on the concrete while his walking staff met the ground with a distinct click. The sun was rising to noon and a group of school children played a game of hide-and-seek in a nearby playground. The old man sat calmly on a wooden bench, painted a deep green, the greenest thing in sight. He reached into the weathered pocket of his linen pants and withdrew a handful of breadcrumbs, and began to scatter them amongst a flock of pigeons cooing and fluttering on the blacktop.
A child ran by, inad
LiesI don't know why I'm still hereLies3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The games you play
My heart tied to you like strings
Im a puppet
You the master
I fight you
But not really
You know the control you have
That's all it does
You don't care
Although you say you do
Lies that I wish were true
'I love you'
I know you don't
But I still smile
'I hate you too'
Anthony Ravencroft's ProfileName: Anthony RavencroftAnthony Ravencroft's Profile5 years ago in Historical More Like This
Race: Chimera(Human, Dragon, Demon, and Phoenix)
Hair: Dark Red
Birthplace: Material Plane (Earthrealm)
Personality: Easy-going at times. Anthony Can Become Very Serious During a War or Battle he is in. Anthony Perfers to Talk Rather than Fight.
But isn't afraid to get his hands Dirty if the Sitchuation calls for it. He is very loyal to his Friends and Dispises is Enemies With Passion Hate.
History: Anthony was Born on the earthrealm. His Parents abandoned him at birth Leaving him to the Cruelity of the City of Blades.
Hextor Lathlorian, Guildmaster of the Mage's Guild in the City of Blades, Foun
Snake, snake. Cobra, cobraSnake, snake. Cobra, cobra.Snake, snake. Cobra, cobra3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come here child, come on over.
Can you see my long, forked tongue?
Are you now caught in the rungs?
Now I've caught you in my trap.
Close together, snake fangs snap.
Lucsious acting reels you in.
You cry for help, cry out to kin.
You stand there wailing in repose
as I slither 'round your toes.
Because I bit you with my fangs,
My poison flows on through your veins.
Can you still cry out in pain?
Wow, that is a crying shame.
And you stare me in the eyes
as I tell you lies and lies.
Madness falls upon your face
when I take over your space.
Now your body stop its shake.
Cobra, cobra. Snake, snake.
FAce: Wilson's Story My name is Wilson. I was destined to become the friend and playmate of a sweet child named Johnny. I was going to be a birthday present. But, somehow I was side-tracked and I ended up being the friend of a grown man named Chuck Noland.FAce: Wilson's Story8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Our time together begun on a stormy night in 1995, at Memphis International Airport on a FedEx airplane. It was around Christmas, and Chuck was called urgently onto a plane with me. He was forced to leave his beloved girlfriend Kelly. This would begin a chain of events that would change our lives forever.
As the night progressed the storm only raged more outside and we started to hav
spirit of his pastLeaves on my feet, first winters sleetspirit of his past2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
last summers light through the trees
there is a humming on the chilling breeze
it fills his soul with familiar ease
curious and sad he runs for the song he once had
upon the rock he sits and rests
upon looking down warmth in his chest
the spirit of his past wisps and sings
over the water floating under the trees
she sings about the joy of her forest
he remembers her past at its cruelest
her sadness is gone but he cannot be glad
she dances and sings then notices the lad
with a gust of cold wind her song ends
left alone memory he contends
A world you call your homeIn a world you call your home, a world which is dry and in order, a place where live is only worthy when it is rich there you can see that fantasy and freedom shrinks. “Fantasy?” they ask “Stop being childish! You’re almost an adult!”A world you call your home2 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
When I hear things like that I begin to wish that I never grow older. When I hear things like that I want to be elsewhere. In another world where Fantasy and Freedom still has a meaning. Worlds beneath our worlds… they say that these don’t exist. But if you look closely enough with your heart and your soul you can still see the other worlds beneath ours! Most people do not have these eyes anymore… most people cannot see the beauty of all of the worlds.
Most of the people say that Fantasy is a lie; it is fictional so it has no worth. It doesn’t exist so it isn’t important. In a world like this Fantasy is the little bit of Freedom they cannot take from us… in a world like thi
Please don't forget me"Glooming away in the light of the night. Spirits won’t fade away they will stay, forever on this world. Always with you.” The young woman caressed a tear out of the face of the younger woman with the bright brown hair.Please don't forget me2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“He never left you, he will always be there. Stop crying, he would have wanted that you laughed.” The younger woman looked at the other woman.
“He promised me to stay with me forever! But then he just went away and left me alone!” She didn’t understand why he had left her all alone in the dark and cold world. Although she knew that he must have had his reasons… she couldn&rsqu
Drachmarische EntstehungDrachmarische EntstehungDrachmarische Entstehung2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Einst waren auf der noch jungen Welt zwei Wesen. Bestien und Weise. Die Weisen, gekennzeichnet durch ihr Wissen und ihren ruhigen Verstand, siedelten den Tag an, da das Licht ihnen die Weisheit gewährte. Die Bestien, gekennzeichnet durch ihren Instinkt und ihren wilden Willen, siedelten die Nacht an, da die Nacht ihnen Schutz, während der Jagd gewährte.
Die Weisen und die Bestien belebten den Planeten. Die Weisen schenkten ihm Wissen und Intelligenz, die Bestien gaben ihm Wille und Instinkt. Alles brauchten die Lebewesen fortan um zu überleben. Die Weisen schufen ihre Lebewesen des Lichts und die
Depressed and Selfish youYou let your loneliness become youDepressed and Selfish you2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You then can never see another view
You cant be free, when you all you see
is what you want to be filled.
Look for with what to be thrilled.
You treat yourself bad and all you see is your Misery
Always so very sad, low self esteem is selfish Infamy