Of Flattery and FoolsOf Flattery and Fools1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was something so lovely about Paris in the evenings. Perhaps it was the soft summer's air, or the bustle of the cobbled streets below, or the lanterns that bounced and swayed on the backs of traveling buggies through the dark pathways. The sounds of dogs barking in the distance, the laughter of drunken men at the bar. Watching the bare footed commoners flock to their hovels and inns like low speaking sheep might have felt daunting to a man within those herds, but to one perched so high above them, it was like leisurely watching a school of fish drift along the Seine. It was relaxing.
“Louis! There you are.”
A voice and a hand both broke these thoughts, bringing a young man on a balcony back to reality. As well he should; after all, when one was an esteemed guest at such a ball of nobility, to spend one's down time watching common urchins dwindle down below rather than socialize might have been a bit rude. And so he was brought from his view and escorted back into the
Louis' RevengeJames Hunter dragged his tired black boots up the wooden stairs. They creaked along with his sighs; every heavy step, every cloud of air that escaped his lips, every blink of his hooded eyes only said one thing : It had been a long day. Now, was a time for relaxing in his office, that overlooked the port where he proudly serviced the Royal Navy. Finally climbing the mountain that was the staircase, he tapped his door open and hobbled inside. His office? Dimly lit, but cozy. His desk? Trapped in an angry sea of papers and books, with the odd ink stain swimming in between. The large armchair behind him? Inviting. James took one measly glance at his work space and shrugged. Surely, sleep was more important than signing meaningless papers that didn't even apply to him. He sank deeply into the soft armchair and raised his feet to the chestnut coffee table that faced his desk. He was truly feeling Heaven on Earth. By God...Louis' Revenge1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the very same room, blinked long, jet black eyelashes, that
coloring with youOur smiles naked for all to seecoloring with you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with worn wood under feet bare,
we've gathered our pages and ideas to create
treasures behind a door with no key,
just you and I, one another's mate.
I've got green for the sky, you've picked pink for the sun,
we'll laugh and we'll tease 'til the picture's all done
Pillows everywhere tossed with no care,
and forts made with blankets, too,
we prob'ly won't finish in time unless
you let me brush your hair.
Ha! See? Our room's such a mess!
We'll add a touch of tangerine faces on flowers
and raspberry red vines climbing towers
Late morning rain makes for grass with white dew,
given by cascading booms of thunder.
We got snacks of strawberries and blueberry toast,
so now listen when I say what is true:
it's these times with you I love the most!
ButterflyButterflyButterfly6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I grow up
I want to make art come to life
But when I pass
I want to be a butterfly.
To finally break
From my encasing cocoon
To shed away
From flesh and bone,
And to fly
Like a spirit
Like a joyous phantom
Fluttering to the sky.
This innocent soul
So shy and gentle
So passionate and faithful
So quiet yet excitable.
The day I leave this world
To leave my useless flesh
And become a butterfly
When I come back home.
Oh, that day.
What a joy it would be
To pass away
Less sorrow and more joy
When my devout practices
My pure actions
For my Heavenly Father
Have been accomplished.
To become a butterfly someday.
The Mourner's RoseThe Mourner's Rose3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The mourner's rose
Grew dim and gray
As it was placed
Upon the grave
The grave was sank
Into the ground
Not a peep or a sound
Was to be heard
Around the grave
The rose faltered
And was smothered
The mourner's rose
Was placed by me
Never to have you lost
In my memory
The mourner's rose
Grew cheerful and bright
And it sang with new light
As it was placed upon the grave
Knowing it had you to save
The grave was sank
Into the ground
Not a peep or a sound
But smiles erupted on the faces
Of the mourners that surround
The smiles faded
And grew dim
Dispersed the crowd
And wore thin
But smiles in the eyes could not be replaced
The mourner's rose on the grave
The Price of Dying“I want to be interred after I die,” Mr. Peters said. He made that clear to his family while he was still lucid, before old age and illness rendered him unintelligible. Seventy wasn’t that old, but he recognized the symptoms that were creeping up on his ailing body – the aches, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness and despair. Despite his daughter’s attempts to assuage his concerns, he sensed his own mortality.The Price of Dying1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The worst part about dying, Mr. Peters thought, was what happened afterwards. Even since he was a small boy, he had been afraid of fire. He could never forget the scorching heat of the orange flames searing his skin, the dark billowing smoke entering his nostrils. The time that his house burned down, the fire almost took him with it. How ironic then, to escape the fire only to be fed into it after death.
So one day, he sat his son and daughter down after dinner. “I want to be buried whole,” he said, emphasizing the
The HurtWhat about those that feel painThe Hurt10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What about those that hear a bump in the night
What about those that feel the blade
What about those that think the thought
She was there
Doin nothin but walkin the halls
She was there
For the rest of the weekend in that closet
She was there
When they found her the door was crimson
She was there
And When they found her she had no nails
Or what about the girl who's pain overflows to that blade
What about her?
We all choose to laugh the laugh
We all choose to talk the talk
We all choose to whisper in her ear
We all choose to make the pain
Maybe you don't want them to die
Maybe you just want to belong
But I tell you this now
I'll tell ya that they go home and think suicide
But we can't forget the girl who calls her home a prison
Het parents call her a slave, and she can't even sleep at night.
Because she kept getting texts
But how can these stories not be enough?
We all walk by thinking it's not our problem
Thinking it's n
MjolnirMjolnir3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mjolnir, Hammer of Thor
stolen from the mighty God
by Thrym, a tricky Giant for
barter, to gain Freya's hand.
All of Asgard had discussed,
since Freya's rage shook the Earth,
and Heimdall, son of nine mothers put forth
Thor to take her place much to Loki's mirth.
When suggested Thor play blushing Bride
Loki called for Bridesmaid's role,
and offered to accompany Thor
and make Thrym pay his toll.
So off they went in gorgeous dress
hair plaited and wearing veil
and secretly Thor did hope
no one would know this tale.
Thor wore splendid Brisingamen
Freya's lovely necklace shone
Loki wanted to have some fun
Thor just wanted his task to be done.
Arriving in snow-covered Jotunheim to the home of Thrym across the river Iving
Thor and Loki in disguise tricked Thrym into believing
that masculine Thor was Freya merely tired and hungry from eight days traveling,
and with Loki's help were successful in deceiving.
So they ate and celebrated and Thrym was delighting
in having Freya for his bride,
Yautja Don't CryYautja Don't Cry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why do you weep ooman?
I'd chastise you If I knew I was going to live.
But I'm not....
I'm dying in this frozen wasteland.
I'm gasping my last breath...
As my bright blood flows out of the gaping hole in my abdomen.
I am proud that I died in such an honorable way.
Why do you weep ooman....why?
Yautja don't cry!
Written By: Mahala Anne Campbell
(Poem Type = AVP)
Neko!FranceXNeko!Mom!Reader P2Neko!FranceXNeko!Mom!Reader P21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author's Note: I'm not well in english, so there could be some mistakes. Please don't type rude comments. Also this is my very first reader-insert. Give this noobie some slack.
Disclaimer: Hetalia characters; France,Spain, prussia and 2pGermany.You...etc
" I underestimated you fräulein, you did quite a number on me...but I can still fight!", as he says that, he runs toward despite his leg. But before he could get half way near you, he tripped and slide till he reached you. The impacted left the German sheltered unconscious. While it made you sore because his body clashed with yours.
"Gah!", you coughed up tiny drops of blood. You scooted away from the German shepherd.
You took all the energy you had left and limped away from the knocked out dog.
-With the kittens-
" But how are we going to get it?!",asked Angel.
Claude then ra
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending1 year 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.]
You're a Megamind fan when...You're a Megamind fan when...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Your favorite color is blue.
2. Every time you hear "Bad" on the radio, you try to dance vigorously with your legs and feet.
3. You answer the phone with "Ollo?"
4. If you, or someone else texts "lol " it makes you laugh.
5. You have grabbed someone's face and said "Speak apparition "
6. You suddenly have an interest in leather and spikes.
7. Someone asks you how you feel; you say "I feel mel-on-cholly".
8. You go/went to 'shool'.
9. You've grabbed your jacket/hoodie/shirttail, held it up to your face and swiftly backed out of a room.
10. You like to prop your collar up on all your jackets and shirts.
11. You've googled "baby seal leather boots" to see if they're real.
12. You just tried to/are going to google it XD
13. You start blasting songs like "Crazy Train" and "Welcome To The Jungle" on your computer/mp3 player/ipod.
14. You laugh histeriously whenever you hear the song "Blue (Da Ba Dee)" by Eiffel 65.
15. You suddenly got dissapointed when you found out here's no suc
Runawaystuck: Chapter Four - OutChapter FourRunawaystuck: Chapter Four - Out2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Words can't describe how wonderful it was to fly again. My wing still hurt, but I barely noticed. I was above the ground, no net above me, no wolf-kid chasing me. I felt the wind in my hair and feathers and the sky stretched on forever.
I laughed the whole way there. I hadn't laughed in eleven years. I hadn't done a lot of things in eleven years.
I just couldn't believe it. I was out. I was actually out. And John had helped me. A real, honest to goodness Egbert, and Egbert of all people, had helped me.
It took around half an hour to fly to the Egbert house, which was indeed really big and really obvious. I landed on the roof, a little sadly, but I knew I shouldn't fly any more than I had to. As much fun as it was, as much as I had missed it, I was still injured and I didn't want to strain myself too far.
I folded my wings against my back and realized I couldn't stop smiling. After a few minutes, I realized I had also been humming. I didn't know I knew what
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 1How the hell did you get to this place? Heck you didn’t know…it was weird and dark and spooky and you swore you heard creatures somewhere.Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 13 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
All you remember was laying on your bed, enjoying a good book and sipping some lovely tea then BAM! You were falling from the sky and landed hard on the greyish ground, clenching your book as if it was going to save you. And on the floor you still laid, before regaining yourself and standing up, wiping off the dirt– or whatever it was off of your being.
“Bloody hell...” You cursed, a deep frown marring your face and your nose crinkling in slight displeasure. Still clenching your book, you took off towards…was it the south or the east? Whatever! You didn’t care about directions, as long as you could find a way out of this place.
You shivered at the night wind, and wrapped the bathrobe around you, since you had forgotten that you were still in a nightgown, and that was indecent for a lady to wear out in publ
Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter TwentyAfter about six hours and the setting of the sun, Thor and Jane finally got the 'Okay' to let you get back to Loki. You trekked tiredly through the castle back to your and Loki's apartment. The guard let you in without question. Your eyebrows lifted as you saw a trail of red rose petals. It led to about the middle of the living room, then forked into two separate paths, one toward the hallway to the rest of the place and one toward the darkened corner of the living room. Next to the latter trail, there was a note, written in Loki's elegant hand, reading 'Follow Me First.' You smiled. This must have been part one of the surprise. When you followed the path, you came upon a stunning dress, in your favorite color. Pinned to it was a note: 'Put me on, then follow the other roses.'Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter Twenty2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You chuckled and found a secluded corner in which to change. The dress fit you like a glove
Confession FourThe sad fact of the matter is,Confession Four4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm running out of ways
To describe you in
It's that wonderful day.People are confessing, some already datingIt's that wonderful day.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hearing so much “I love you”, it’s driving someone crazy
So let’s exchange hatred with love and just get along
And celebrate the day by listening to a corny song
Singles shouldn’t cry or start weeping inside
Just wait for the one, even if it takes a long time
Couples show your love, but explicitly has always been grime
Nimble kisses and a hug, anything else will be when you reside
Just remember to show care to the one who’s fair
It’s Valentine’s Day after all, and I’m sure you’re aware
That the “special someone” is waiting for you prepared
To go outside so this wonderful holiday can be shared
bad days.on my bad days,bad days.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i open notebooks like bibles and hold pens like lifelines.
i keep opening the book of my memories
just to see if it still leaves a bruise.
i am covered in the bruises of your hand
your ghost is in my bed. i can't sleep there,
again i find myself miles from home
wishing on stars i can't see
and spitting memories into the ocean like watermelon seeds.
i sit on my longboard like driftwood and send my shivers into texts
like letters i never should have mailed.
on my bad days,
i wear cuts like ropeburn,
like i just don't know when to let go.
i get lost inside the sadness and hold tea thats long since gone cold
as hours escape like small birds set free.
i forget to open the blinds
and paint my fingernails black
and stare at the too-big numbers aligned on the scale i can't stop stepping on.
Writing Tutorial - DialogueWhile some authors may talk about how their writing is all talent and a gift from The Powers That Be, the truth is anyone can do a great deal to improve their writing. One effective way is through working on your dialogue.Writing Tutorial - Dialogue5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Fan fiction can be particularly bad about this, but God-awful dialogue can be found just about anywhere, from popular books to comics to television. Bad dialogue often happens when people lose sight of reality and get hung up in the information or message theyre trying to get their character to communicate. Good dialogue is a natural reflection of the characters and the world, is easy on the ears/eyes and moves the plot forward in one way or another.
Tips for Improving Your Dialogue:
Yep, just listen. Next time youre on a bus or waiting at a restaurant, take a moment and listen to the conversations around you. Listen to the rhythm, the accents, the grammar people use in daily life. Good dialogue sounds natural. Bad dialog do
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter OneYou had arrived in Asgard with Jane just a few days ago. She had given you the lowdown on her whole situation a few months prior. You were soon to be the maid of honor at her wedding. To the Norse god of thunder. In Asgard. You still didn't believe what you were doing, or where you were. You had met Thor, Jane's fiancé, upon your arrival. You congratulated the two of them and met Thor's friends and family. Well, most of his family. Everyone decided it would be best that you and Jane not meet his brother just yet. This piqued your interest, but you left it alone, too excited about helping Jane out with the wedding stuff.Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter One2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You looked at yourself in the mirror after getting ready that morning. You wore a lavish outfit. You were dressed in a comfortable, elegant [f/c] shirt and pants set, very chic in Asgardian fashion. You let your hair hang lo