Within Chains: Chapter 27 A Different TacticWithin Chains: Chapter 27 A Different Tactic3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 27 A Different Tactic
"You have 2 hours to think about it, Gorko. And when I return, I hope you make the right decision. If you don't, well, we will have some fun with this thing."
I walk towards the exit and just before I leave, I glance over my shoulder and laugh at him as his blood drips down his body and begins to make a pool of blood beneath his feet.
Oh, I feel so delightful! The goron is in my prison, bound in chains. I finally have the decoder and I am not letting him free until I have what I want! I have given up on the search for those stupid flames. I don't know what they are used for but by this time I'm sure Link is getting closer to finding the second one. Last my minions told me, he was sailing the sand sea with one of those irritating robots. I never really pictured Link as a sailor-type of guy, but then again I picture Link naked, and chained in my bed. Hehe.
It's been nearly 2 hours since I left the goron. I had
Within Chains: Chapter 26 To Capture a GoronWithin Chains: Chapter 26 To Capture a Goron3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 26: To Capture a Goron
"We have formed two different armies for the other Providences. We are ready to set out on your command."
I look back at the bokoblin. The one bokoblin that never seemed to disappoint me.
I smile. "Make haste. I want that goron."
"Well?!" I snapped at my scouts, "Have you found the goron?"
"M-m'lord we have not found him yet." They scouts trembled.
I grab the closest one by the neck and squeeze the breath out of it's lungs. It chokes and gasps for air.
"Tell me, How exactly difficult is it to find this huge rock creature!?"
I crush it's neck and throw the useless corpse.
"It has been weeks since you idiots have divided up into your search party and no one has found him in any providence!?"
"We-we did find the sky boy! He-he was seen in the lanaryu providence."
"As much as it pains me to say this, forget the boy! At this current time he would be too much of a distraction. He already is one step ahead of me! We must beat
perpetuation of a speciesi feel like sexperpetuation of a species3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
warm and sticky
and close and sometimes
a little dark with shame
but that doesn't make me
that just makes me normal
and not just human
it makes me universal
and no one can look at me
with true displeasure
because the one who did
would be the one who
was never here.
Hope Dies At LastMoths;Hope Dies At Last1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of dreams long gone
dead and passed –
They ache for the love
but their blind groping
for the truth
In the end,
all moths die
as Icarus –
as infantile projections
of our innocence
as hope too, dies at last.
Within Chains: Chapter 25 Renewed HopeWithin Chains: Chapter 25 Renewed Hope3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 25: Renewed Hope
I will make that Goron pay! I will make him suffer! And when he decodes the scroll, I will kill him! But I will make sure I have Link with me. To show that Goron it was a useless effort. I will always be able to capture that boy. I will torture Link in front of the Goron to show him what his actions caused for Link. Then I will insure a slow and painful death to the Goron and show him what happens when you interfere with my plans and also show Link what happens when he gets his friends involved with us.
I pant heavily as I hear the laughter of children echo around the room. The boss, Koloktos falls before me and diminishes in a cloud of purple smoke.
I drop the ginormous sword to the ground and let the ringing bounce of the walls.
A Heart Container appears where the boss fell. I don't make a move towards it.
Instead I walk over to where my blade has thrown.. I pick it up and slowly make my way b
I TriedI did my damnedest to forgetI Tried4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the way he made me feel.
That, uh-holy amalgamation of
sickness and happiness
I had come to call
I tried so hard,
so hard to get over
that remarkable beauty.
Those compassionate eyes,
that trim physique,
have stayed with me.
Against my will,
to love him.
VanishVanish4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear
I wish that I could vanish
Go somewhere where there is complete silence
So there is nothing to hear
I could cry all I wanted to
And no one would ever know
I could scream in pain as loud as I would like
And there would be nothing anyone could do
Questioning my very own existence
Comparing my myself to others
And look out onto the distance
At times I feel depressed, sad and lonely
For no apparent reason
Like I have some form of hypophrenia
I should learn how to take life slow
And just go with the seasons
Why does it seem like my life is harder than everyone elses?
Why does God put me through this?
It seems kind of selfish
No one else besides me knows this
But when I look in the mirror, I feel disgusted
I can't help but see the one thing I lucked out on
And those simple times th
Children"Master?"Children3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Where do baby demons come from?"
Ghirahim stared at the boy, shocked. "Where did that question come from?"
"Well, I saw some really young demons in the castle today and I guess I just got curious since I've never seen any female demons here."
"Well you see, Link, demons are created by magical means."
Link glared. "Really? You're going to try to use the magic excuse on me?"
"Well it's the truth! When two demons want to create a child for themselves they both drink a special potion before, y'know…"
"Yeah I think I know what you mean. What then?"
"Then a few days later, if Master approves, a child created from their essence will appear in their home…or room if they live in the castle."
"Oh. That's…really different than how humans do it."
Ghirahim's eyebrow raised as Link's face furrowed in disappointment. "All right, I think I've played along long enough. What's the real reason you asked me this, Link?"
"I just…I've always wanted a child of my own."
"And you wa
Within Chains: Chapter 18 Into the Silent RealmWithin Chains: Chapter 18 Into the Silent Realm3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 18 Into the Silent Realm
"You think you have won, Link, but you are DEAD wrong!! You will have to return to the surface soon enough and when you do, I will be waiting!"
I haven't felt this relaxed and rested in a long time. I can sleep with no fears of Ghirahim in my room. I can walk around Skyloft and not have to always keep in eye out for him. I can't tell you how many times I have thanked Fi for informing me about this defense mechanism.
It's been a few days since I last encountered Ghirahim. I have been taking it easy, letting my wounds that the asshole Ghirahim left me, heal. There are only a few pink lines now. My body has been refreshed with food and water. I have restocked my potions, repaired my gear, and I have packed an extra pair of clothing just in case (which I know i will) I run into Ghirahim and he does something...
Finally the day has come for me to leave Skyloft and go to my next destination. I have already visited the isle of the song
Morning haikuA burning sunriseMorning haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The eyes catch fire
Wash my face in the pond
BewusstseinUnd weil ich dich habe,Bewusstsein2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lasse ich los,
lasse mich fallen
in deinen Schoß,
Bin ich und nichts,
fühle mich durch dich,
dadurch die Musik,
es ist alles so klar,
es ist bewusst.
find ich mich,
verlier ich mich,
und werde wieder eins.
Not Your TomorrowI am not your tomorrow,Not Your Tomorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not your crashing ocean waves,
Not your ruby sunset or sapphire swells.
I am not your envy,
Not your cold reflection,
Not your jagged knife or darkened shroud.
I am not your music,
Not your sifted melody,
Not your ivory keys or silver harp strings.
I am not your south,
Not your north,
Not your aging map or glass compass.
I am not your wings,
Not your escape,
Not your trickling hourglass or locked journal.
Within Chains: Chapter 12 The Task at HandWithin Chains: Chapter 12 The Task at Hand3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 12 The Task at Hand
At this rate we should get to the humans in no time!" Machi said as he hopped down the hole.
Gorko smiled and nodded. Once the hole was big enough for him, he joined the other two, and began helping Kortz with the tunnel.
The unlikely Trio spent a day underground, digging a tunnel towards the sealed grounds. Kortz had never been so exhuasted. Never had the mogma dig as fast as he did. He hoped the Kikwi and Goron had the treasure for him when their deal was done. He was starting to believe that this wasn't worth it. Though he kept to himself, that even if the two didn't give him the amount he wanted, to save Link's life would be worth it.
"I have to rest." Machi said as he fell behind the other two.
"You have to rest? I'm the one doing the work!" Kortz snapped back.
Gorko looked back at the tired kikwi.
"Machi, we can't stop now. We might have a chance to save Link!" Gorko said.
"I know," Machi huffed, "I'm just so tired."
Find MeI hear youFind Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the chilled
In the clear
staring at me
with the hint
on my eyelashes
My soul wishes
to be consumed
Can you see me?
from the flowers
in shop windows.
through the cracks
in the sidewalk.
Can you hear?
Every wind chime
my love songs.
I can feel
pour through me
like a hot spring.
I'm a vapour
in the air
that you breathe.
I will fall
with the rain
if it means
that I might
in my eyes,
on my lips.
In the evenings,
I fall asleep
"I love you."
by now the bathroom tiles are stainedand i'm sitting hereby now the bathroom tiles are stained2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slathered in water droplets and
a bright light about to
meet my skull.
ground breaking into
fourteen hundred hundred pieces.
the rain isn't rain anymore because
it’s stopping two inches
hits the ground
and my ankles are dry but
the rest of me isn't because my mom
always told me never to get
my feet wet so i don’t catch
and i'm only fourteen
episodes in and my
shoulders are too bony and
my fingers never touch
the broken bones scattered across the
bathroom tiles. i let a
broken machine control
my life and every single goddamn
day it disappoints me. numbers
can’t be low enough but
they only go lower and
lower. i’ve been
searching and waiting for the right words
to be written on the page
but all that comes out is scribbles.
my life a lie and i’m the one telling it.
PetlaW szalonym ogniu gaśnie światPetla2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
co go utkałam z włókien śnienia
i jeszcze tylko echo gra
ostatnie strzępy uwielbienia.
Coś wysypało się z mych rąk
coś co trzymałam dotąd mocno
historia znów zatoczy krąg
znów będę zbierać marę nocną
znów będę błagać o ten chleb
co mi go cień podaje z rzadka
i znów z osieroconych nieb
wybiorę gwiazdy do ostatka.
Usypię w dole szary piach
posieję wiatr by go rozwiewał
ułożę w stos z odwagą strach
a tam urodzi się nadzieja.
I pęknie ziarno w zimny świt
i zakiełkuje nowym czasem
a potem będzie mi się śnić
to co się stanie z moim światem
wybuchną wojny przyjdzie śmierć
z której kiełkuje blade życie
a ty me słońce w mękach świeć
by byt mógł stawać się w niebycie
aż przyjdzie znowu taki
One Direction poemthe British-Irish lads i knewOne Direction poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
from the bottom of my heart
the perfect men in the world
i could never tear them apart.
The five guys show you the way
to a delicate world
you got something to say to them
you're their favorite girl
every time i touch the sky
it could see the clouds
i spread my wings and fly
i could be allowed
the five guys that had the section
beyond every erection
i could be in 5 selections
yes they're One Direction
MarriageMarriage4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
marriage is a flower, that blooms on any day
when emotions begin to tower, and hate is left to stray
it blooms on a wintry dawn, or maybe a summer night
leaving envious to fawn, until the break of light
nurtured by love, the fauna stands tall
pure as a white dove, cool as the autumn fall
love I loathe
You I hate
You I love
prince coming late
blood stained dove
A More Vulpine ExplanationHeartbreak is often lamented in cage-bird songs,A More Vulpine Explanation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mockingbirds, nightingales, mourning doves—
soothing cries for loveless nests and hopeless romantics
waking up the morning after or stumbling into the lonely afternoon.
Little feathered hearts bring up memories tucked away in shoe boxes,
regrets heaped in laundry baskets or shoved under beds,
and catchy little tunes with forgettable lyrics to match the faces of
the ones who answered to “Baby.”
Consider, however, the vixen at four in the morning:
a more relatable beast, red and screaming passion over a mate
that could take her or leave her while everyone else is trying to sleep—
all this in the dead of winter when everyone has cold feet.
She, beautifully feral, won’t serenade mirrors or
empty wallpapered rooms, but instead curses
the wind and rye for the possibility of one more night
with him—that is, until the birds start singing again.
Distant-DenmarkLook at them all.Distant-Denmark2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They all look so happy together. They look like they're having a ball.
Wish I could join.
Bah, who needs them anymore? I'm king Denmark! Kings don't play with the peasants.
Well, those peasants are my family.
There was a time I was just like one of those peasants, I used to do the same thing with them. We use to play, eat sleep, live together.
I love those peasants.
Things happened where we just....drifted apart. I mean, I'm a king! At least I think I still am.
I miss little Latvia, I miss Lithuania, hell, I miss Sweden! I miss Estonia, I miss them all.....
I ask myself everyday, was it worth it to become a king?
It wasn't. I lost my family and my power.
Why? Why did I have to be so greedy for power? Now I have no one....
VaseA broken heart can be excavated.Vase2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damaged tissue can be scrupulously removed
and the cracks can be sealed
with the molten trails of gold solidified.
The upturned cavity,
once proofed against further damage,
can become a pulsing vase for tulips,
because even though your heart has been broken
it is still valuable beyond comparison.
force-love ratioi'm fairly certainforce-love ratio2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if i held on any tighter
to the piece of coal in my hand,
it would turn into a diamond.
though if you take a pearl
and divide it by the weather,
what you’re left with
and the remainder; the feeling
that you just damaged something small
we are crumbling like talc
Winter HeartFrozen solid, her heart will not beat,Winter Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Summer over, arctic winds won’t retreat,
All warmth and light has fled,
And you won’t last long there,
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter,
A winter heart, all dead.
The snow falling your love a breeze,
You won’t last long, you'll just freeze
Icicles from the past have froze her core,
Only warm hearts will change the season
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter
A winter heart, you've fallen for
Within Chains: Chapter 39 Gorko's ConditionWithin Chains: Chapter 39 Gorko's Condition2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Within Chains 39 Gorko's Condition
Gorko turns to me. A single tears slides down his right cheek. He grips the bars and nods. “Yes.”
Silence fills the air around us. The only sound that can be heard is water dripping off somewhere inside this dark room and my frequent gasps of air.
Ghirahim has been quiet for awhile. He is thinking long and hard about Gorko's condition.
Gorko and I meet the others gaze.
I shake my head slightly.
He isn't going to agree. He loves hurting me in any and every way he can. Emotionally, mentally, psychically. It doesn't matter. As long as he can hear me cry out in pain and agony, it is music to his ears. As he has said multiple times to me. He has only ever healed me when it came to my death or near death.
He won't agree. He will hurt me more as torture for Gorko (and me) until he thinks of another condition. He probably won't stop until I'm almost dead or Gorko asks for his freedom.
I wish he would. Then he could