To Dream Of The Hunt...To Dream Of The Hunt...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I went to bed hungry, and God! how I dreamed---
Running over hill and dale on four mighty paws,
Hungry and dreadful my voice as I bayed and howled!
A flock of sheep lay before me,
In a moonlit meadow of grass and sweet clover
And high-spraying blood that shone black on the ground
As I killed and killed and killed!
Glutted, I loped over the reeking red hill
And slunk into a darkling wood to slumber...
Retching, I wake up with wool in my mouth
And a well-gnawed sheep's head for a pillow---
Merciful God, not again...
Guardian Angel ch.2Guardian Angel ch.26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ch.2 Angel from my nightmare
I was walking. I didn't know where I was headed or when
I was gonna get there. I started to run, trying to escape the
darkness. All around me everything was black. I saw a light
ahead of me and ran to it. I was standing under the ray of
light panting heavily, my breath coming out in big huffs. I
looked up at the light. My vision became purple, and started
to fade to a dark red. I looked back down and everything
around me became white. I
blinked a couple of times trying to adjust my eyes. My
pupils were still dilated, causing me to fall to my knees
with a huge head ache. I was taken aback, as a dark shadow
blinded my vision.
I looked up, trying to get a better view of the dark figure.
I tried squinting my eyes as my pupils fought the light and
dark surroundings. A moan escaped my lips, as the battle
gave me an even greater headache. I concluded that not
opening my eyes was the best option for me. "Sakura." I
press my eyes tighter at the deep ghos
Syopalaisvaltiatar / Parasite QueenSyopalaisvaltiatar / Parasite Queen3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
THE CANTERLOT SERIES
Ponies with Moonsorrow
[Click here for the accompanying song]
Scroll down for the English version
Aamun kajoon herätetty
neito nousee vuoteesta kuninkaallisen
huoneessaan, vieraassa maassa.
Peilistään hän katsoo muukalaista
takaisin katsovat uudet kasvot
harmaan peiliä värjäävä kuva.
Niin varjo matkii kantajaansa halki valon,
vaan katoaako se katveessa.
Alas syövereihin morsian kahlittu,
vain toiseutensa prinsessan paikalla.
Sielunsyöjä, vaihdokas harmaja,
syöpäläinen, sydänten kalvaja
Harmaana tuhkan ja kalman astelee valtiatar
Mannuilla luonnon ja taivaan pukee hän kasvonsa
Parven harmaan keskellä kulkevat
kuolioiset kaviot luolanpintaa
käskynanto kennolle hämärään:
"Lähdemme matkalle pinnalle
käy täytäntöön juonemme iäinen
katveessa ponien hengistä ravitkaa."
Illankajossa on parvi lähtenyt lentohon,
Guardian Angel ch.1Guardian Angel ch.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ch.1 Sasuke Uchiha
I woke up sweating again. Why? Why does God have to punish
me like this? I am falling for a guy who doesn't exist!
Is this my body's natural way of telling me, I have no love
life? It's not fair, why do I have to suffer these absurd
nightmares?! Ugh! I need some serious help. There's no way
this guy is real. Of course not, it's just a dream. Just a
dream, I repeated to myself. This entire thing is stupid,
I'm stupid! There is no way a guy is interested in me! I'm
so...... ugh! No guy has ever taken a second look
at me, I'm just so plain. Well I never thought my pink hair
was consider "plain," but men certainly do! The only guy who
has ever thought my hair was the slightest bit intriguing,
was my one and only friend,
Naruto Uzumaki. Naruto and I have been best friends for six
years. I met him in sixth grade. Back then I had my hair
past my waist-it was my only redeeming quality. I was a
total girly girl back then. My favorite color was pink, and
the darkest color
Guardian Angel ch.3Guardian Angel ch.36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ch.3 Prince of seduction
"This is so awesome! I don't know how we ever got around
without a vehicle. Its so much more convenient. seriously
how did we ever?" I rolled my eyes and shifted my gaze at
the pavements I used to be cursed upon.
"We walked."I lamented.
"So what do you think of the new paint job?" Naruto asked
eagerly. I narrowed my eyes as I remembered the horrible
message that had been spay painted on Naruto's car.
"Aw, don't make that face. The car needed a new paint job
anyway." That didn't comfort me at all. So what if the car
needed a paint job? Should someone put gum in another's hair
because they needed a haircut? I blinked back the tears that
were about to come pouring down my cheeks. I concentrated on
the holes of my jeans, trying to divert my thoughts. It was
a lost cause, Naruto noticed my hesitation right away.
"Don't.....Every time you cry, I drown in a vast pool of
hurt." As upset as I was, I couldn't help but laugh at that.
Naruto always found a way to cheer me
Collab Chapter ThreeCollab Chapter Three4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If we have to fight," Ronguteru hissed to her sister, "we'll fight. Can you see?"
"Of course I can, sister," Shoneko said, fear gone and voice expressionsless.
"Remember what Korida taught us," added Ronguteru.
"'If you counter, do not let your enemy cut you,'" Shoneko started, quoting her brother in a strong voice.
"'If you protect someone,'" Ronguteru added, "'do not let them die.'"
"'And if you attack,'" Shoneko hissed, stormy eyes turning to a solid silver.
"'Attack to kill,'" Ronguteru finished. Her eyes were now a flat turquoise.
The spirit of Korida stood between them, his pale eyes blazing topaz-bronze.
"Will you let fear overpower you?" he breathed to them.
"NEVER!" the she-cats growled. "We fight to WIN!"
"And what will you do?"
"We WILL win."
The she-cats stood their ground and raised their chins proudly, their fear gone, and what was left was the desire to draw blood. They advanced forward, Shoneko's eyes glinting under the shadows and Ronguteru's eyes cold with blood thir
Guardian Angel ch.6Guardian Angel ch.66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ch.6 Uchiha Manor
My mouth watered in almost every bite. This had to be the most fanciest-delicious- breakfast I ever had in my 17 years of living.
The enormous wooden table fascinated me the most. The wood was a deep dark read with black swirls going down it. Truly eye-catching. The legs were a fascinating shade of black oak.
"Enjoying your breakfast?" Sasuke's voice was mute. He was sitting all the way in the other end of the table.
I swallowed with a loud gulp, and answered his question. "The food's great."
Talking over a giant bouquet of flowers was beginning to bother me. What truly bothered me was not being able to see Sasuke's face. Sad really, I was obsessing this much with his facial expressions.
I struggled with my pancakes, and smiled victoriously when I managed to rip of a piece. I always had issues cutting my own food.
I shoved the torn piece into my mouth and began to chew as I observed everything around me. I had to admit, this was my favorite part of the mano
Consejos para designersConsejos para designers6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
10 cosas que no te enseñan en tu escuela de diseño
El paso del mundo académico al laboral es siempre difícil, particularmente para quienes trabajamos en el campo del diseño porque nos vemos obligados a aprender las condiciones en las que se trabaja sobre la marcha.
Este post recoge 10 cosas que habitualmente no te enseñan pero deberías saber para dar el salto al mundo profesional.
1. Tu diploma no te ayuda a encontrar trabajo
Pero tu portafolio sí. Por supuesto que es bueno tener una educación en diseño y un título que lo pruebe, pero cuando se trata de obtener dinero de tus clientes ellos quieren ver de lo que eres capaz, no un diploma.
2. El buen diseño lleva tiempo, no fijar fechas límites muy ajustadas
Cuando estás en la escuela de diseño los profesores fijan las fechas de entrega de los trabajos y tratan de darte el tiempo suficiente. Tu jefe o tu cliente no serán como tu profesore
Guardian Angel ch.5Ch5. Bedtime storyGuardian Angel ch.56 years ago in Fan Fiction
Where am I?
I rubbed my eyes as I sat up on the unfamiliar king sized bed. This wasn't my room, that much I already knew. It was way too dark to notice any specific detail. I yawned and laid my head back onto the fluffy pillow. I rubbed my eyes as another deep yawn overtook me. This has to be a dream. I tried pinching myself, but that failed. I gave up and rolled to my right-sleeping position on my belly.
A slight gasp escaped my chattered lips as my skin touched another's. I bit my torn-bottom lip as my eyes squinted, trying to make out the dark figure
that lay below me. My eyes widened as my pupils adjusted to my dark surroundings. I had been laying on Sasuke's bare chest. Panic surged through me as he began to roll over. I tried to pull myself free from his tight grasp, as he lay on top of me. His body relaxed, his head laying gently on my chest. I
took deep breaths, reminding myself not to panic. But something had caught my eyes in the process. Sasuke looked....p
To PockyDear Pocky...To Pocky1 year ago in Letters More Like This
How are you today? How is breakfast up there? I believe you've been served like a king with many pretty angels as your harem girls. I miss you a lot but I'm trying my best to stay strong here. Life goes on ... Morning comes and routine starts. As I mixed the usual porridge breakfast for the colony gang I started crying again. I remember how much you loved the porridge and how eager you dig it every time, always. Because of you, the other birds followed your step and they can easily have their daily supply of complete nutrients now. So thank you. I forget if I have said or not.
This time last year, you were still a little midget wearing sandals walking funny toward me as I called your name. Time did fly... I had thought of how we both would celebrate our second Christmas before and then thank God for another year with you. But it seems He had another plan for us... I just can't see it yet. But looking back at my life... He was always there preparing something beautiful
Fem!PrussiaxReader- AloneFem!PrussiaxReader- Alone2 years ago in Romance More Like This
NOTE: THIS IS A YURI READER INSERT DON'T LIKE DON'T READ oh and by the way I'm your best friend in this story :>
You were the popular girl at school. You were surrounded by friends and you were never on your own. Being loved by everybody felt boring at times. You did have your close friend though, Ana Fatima-Couto (THAT'S ME 8D). The Portuguese girl was a tough cookie and was like your personal body guard.
One day, you and Ana were in the park, sitting on a bench. The cool breeze blowing through your (h/c) hair and the sun shone on your face making your (e/c) eyes sparkle. You and Ana were talking about everyday events. You hadn't noticed an infamous albino girl sitting under a shaded tree, staring at you.
Her name was Julchen Beilschmidt. She was a Prussian transfer student who arrived months before. You noticed how the red-eyed beauty was alone all the time. You wondered why this was. I mean, all Julchen ever talked about was how awesome she was (which you agreed with her on th
Mental Illness Isn't a Pretty ThingMental Illness isn't a fashion statement.Mental Illness Isn't a Pretty Thing1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet, some people are treating it.
Like cuts are a new clothes line or fashion trend.
Look at me, I am so edgy I cut into my own skin.
Over and over again.
I’ve had an old friend come up to me,
To show me the angry marks on their skin.
They laugh and say,
‘I’ve got so much anxiety!’
But if you are so stressed,
Why are you laughing?
Like it’s nothing.
Anxiety isn’t funny.
They brag about ways they’ve tried to off themselves.
Saying they keep special pills,
On the shelves on their dressers.
But never actually touch them.
They say they’ve almost put bleach to their lips.
They laugh about how they’re so anorexic you can see the pelvic bones
In their hips.
And the people who actually are sick.
That need to be taken seriously.
Sit back and watch in confusion.
As these kids go around spreading their messed up illusions.
We’re asking ourselves,
When did cuts become shiny, b
To be a Werewolf...To be a Werewolf...9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
Slenderman (Acrostic Poem)Slowly creeping behind the treesSlenderman (Acrostic Poem)2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Loving the scent of your fear
Ever so quiet
Near you at all times
Driving your paranoia
Right into hysterics
Near you... and always watching you...
Losing friendsIt has startedLosing friends8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The gradual growing apart
It all stings straight to my heart
Distance spreads like disease
suckin in my desperation as it please
momentum is what your happiness gains
and as it does mine will surely fade
as the gears grind on this world
as time flys mind a swirl
to what has always been true
i was never deserving of you
Don't Cry[Intro]Don't Cry9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sometimes she hurts so much
She wants to die
She thinks she's not worth enough
I tell her not to cry
It seems like the sky is falling
Her whole world is crumbling
She wishes she had wings
So she could fly...
It seems when the pain comes
She wants to fly
Fly away to a place where she's loved
To someone which she can rely
Well, now she's hurt all the time
She wants to escape this dreadful life
She sees the city lights
That's where she belongs
It seems the whole world
Is against her life
She's being abused all the time
I tell her to try
Don't go home
It's not the right place
It's a nightmare
Get your car keys out
And drive away
Go towards the city lights
There's nothing left to say
There's no need to cry...
You're free now
So, don't cry
The songI am a singerThe song8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who sings with no words.
Who cries with no tears.
I am the one that makes
The stars come out tonight
Im the one that ends all frights
So sing with me.
With your heart and soul
Sing for all the bad
So it becomes forgotten and old.
Smile while you sing
Dream while you live
Believe while you fall
Fight your ways
And break all the walls!
Free your mind
So you may grow
Gray and old
But young of soul.
See the world shatter
Thru the hollow skies.
Forget the world
Like the lord of the flies
But remain true
And never go blue.
So sing in silence
Sing to yourself
Because only you
Is who is
Important to the world.
Of the ones you love.
So they nay share
Either your glory
Or even your pain.
I am a singer
Who sing songs
That nobody knows
That dreams nothing at all
Because life is a dream.
That is meant to be lived.
I am a singer, and also a sinner.
TuTu, tu no eres nada mas que un recuerdo.Tu8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Y yo, yo soy solo lo que queda de un recuerdo.
No dije que seria fácil ver la luna caer,
Nunca dije que era quien no era,
Mi reflejo turbio nunca te gusto
Intente por ende ser yo.
Y al hacerlo, solo obtuve un adiós.
Lentamente vi. Como todo colapso.
Así fue como nunca te vi. venir.
Este, este es el génesis de una representación fallida,
De una obra no planeada que resulto ser acertiva.
Tu, tu solo eres lo queda del ayer.
Y yo, yo soy solo lo que nunca logro ser,
Pero juntos, juntos nos perdimos. Al parecer.
Y así fue, como nadie nunca
En la turbia agua nos explico.
Solamente intuyo, que se nos acabo la humanidad
No existe tal cosa como la libertad.
Y yo siervo del olvido y la soledad.
Quedo entonces sin recuerdo.
Por ser yo, nunca obtuve un perdón.
¿Y entonces el blanco mundo, cuando se pudrió?
Fue acaso entonces, en el hola, o en el adios