Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
Necromancers MonologueThey cast me out; the ignorant fools. Fearful of what their minds, numbed after generations of dirt farming, are unable to comprehend.Necromancers Monologue7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Graverobber! they cried. Freak! they shouted. Hurling spoiled vegetables and insults at me as the chased me away. They will regret that soon oh yes.
For months I have prepared, here in the catacombs. Hundreds of loyal, perfect servants heed every nuance of my thought. I need not even speak an order; merely will it and they will make it true.
Life is filthy. Disgusting in its futility why do they cling to it so?
They celebrate it even. Flowers they leech upon their surroundings and die, once they have spread their seeds for another generation of pointless beings.
So like the people who rip them from the ground. Removing the very thing they seek to honor.
And moonlight Oh the moonlight! It is so romantic and poetic! , Bah! They do not appreciate its true poesy! Their foolish perception is like
Dream slopeI never thoughtDream slope5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd be the one
to slip down that slope,
but then again
dreams are all
dangling from a rope.
I can't control
the direction of
the wind, or the power,
still your face
visited me in
my darkest hour.
Maybe the wind
or someones hand
pushed the dream at you,
maybe it was
the one I thought I knew.
You'd think twiceYou'd think twice,You'd think twice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you would.
If you knew the truth
of what I've done.
I've hurt myself,
and I can't promise
I won't do it again.
I'm broken down,
and not very pretty
in the first place
so if you knew everything else
you would think twice
I know almost certainly.
For why have someone that is
broken and insecure
when you can have
someone with less problems?
why go after me,
when there's someone better?
who has no scars,
who has not hurt their family.
someone that is not damaged.
yes I'm pretty sure
you would think twice
about liking me
if you knew the whole truth.
because why have me
when there's someone
that isn't broken
truths.i started sleeping in the cartruths.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it had doors that locked.
i got so used to lying
that the excuses slipped off my tongue like silver spoons.
my body started looking
more like a stranger than a home, and i'm really not sure where my soul fits any longer.
and the clock has become a timebomb,
just ticking off the daysminutesseconds until he walks the 27 steps to my door.
my feet are raw from boarding streets barefoot
and my fingers are bandaged from climbing citytop roofs just to wave goodbye to the setting sun.
we've gotten so good at acting
that sometimes I can believe we're both alright.
and we've perfected the art of avoiding each other
like planets on different orbits-
Except when we don't.
like the way you derail the train
and we hit like a supernova but there isn't anything beautiful about the collateral damage, no.
No, its more like the space of breathe b e f o r e an explosion
like the space between two ribs.
like the dips drawn across the
Say GoodbyeBecause I wasn't her you went and vanished,Say Goodbye4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And in turn you left my heart famished.
Could I not give you any reason,
To have stayed for one more season?
If you had given me a little more time then,
I would have not still been dwelling on back when...
Whenever you'd write asking if I was okay,
I'd have pretended my life had passed away
Why did you even try to write me anymore?
Was it you seeking what you once had before?
Did you not even really care about me
It does not matter because I think honestly
I had decided to go let our relationship fall through,
As it had hung against the strain of darkening blue.
So that I wouldn't feel the pain of asking myself why ?
With small softening cries to the sky, I will finally say:
Summer MentalityThe initial feeling of elation that always presents itself at the onset of something one has been anxiously awaiting is steadily replaced by the strange sensation that the days are melding together. Their boundaries drift out of awareness, as irrelevant things tend to do; the onset of darkness at regular intervals coupled with a gradual increase in temperature over the course of months serve as the only reminders that time has not ceased altogether. Only on rare occasion does the inevitable ticking of the clock manage to edge its way to the foreground, to be quickly back in its proper place in the depths of thoughts on which one does not wish to ponder.Summer Mentality4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
waiting.3 hours.waiting.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
red neon numbers counting down the hours left before you leave these decaying walls and coffee stain ceilings and hard tongued people. the sun lies sleeping across the skin of your neck and you can hear the skin cells aging as their jaded eyes pull across you again. you don't belong, but stay too long and your eyes will become a matching shade of hopeless. boredom sterilized into the ordinary. your tongue wants to slip back down your throat but the tiles stare back relentlessly and some things just have to be swallowed without that spoonful of sugar.
2 hours and 11 minutes.
safety glares in white and yellow and red. and don't you dare forget gloves and a hardhat. always wear workboots. early mornings cloud heavy minds. you brush cobwebs back with fingers of coffee and a stick of nicotine. past corpses of stubs litter the dirt beneath worn sneakers like packing peanuts. your expectations hitchhiking away with the smoke from chapped lips. you crack rough jokes and the gravel in
The BreezeThe sun rose, revealing a pale pink sunrise. The weathered tree stretched its limbs towards the sky, taking in the feeble hints of morning rays. The valley teemed with minuscule droplets of fog, suspended on the air, floating weightlessly as if trapped in a dream. They clung to the hope that their dark, life-giving dawn would linger, if only for a moment longer. In their desperation they diffused any weak beams of sunlight that managed to pervade thembut as the sun grew in its intensity, the tiny droplets began to feel their strength fade. They struggled to preserve their form, but in an agonizing but inevitable transformation they felt themselves metamorphosed into nothing more than the air they once floated on.The Breeze4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun's newly strengthened rays pierced the canopy of the tree. The leaves began to wake from their nightly repose as they felt the darkness melt away, murmuring and shuddering with every tiny breath of air. They unfurled themselves as they prepared for yet another lac
MemoryWandering through a forest of memories, each tree a moment; feelings etched into the bark encasing the lifeblood, the flesh of those memories. The air is still, but leaves lose their grip and flutter to the ground as a moment of memory is forgotten, as a notion descends to join the damp depths of the lost. Only occasional rays of light penetrate the ceiling of leaves, filtering to the ground to highlight one buried memory, one hidden feeling, one lost painting of a moment.Memory3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
CoalI heard storiesCoal8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the city,
the city of Light.
It's towering wall.
But what I saw
beyond the iron
was black and dead,
the city of Coal.
Following the trail
of old burns
I came to a door,
iron and heavy.
It creaked at
my slightest push,
and on the floor,
Create Your Own Fantasy WorldHey there!Create Your Own Fantasy World2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is my recent project. After stumbling across the article "How to Create Your Own Fantasy World" I became hooked. The article contains 17 steps. I'm uplaoding the first three steps. It is not very detailed yet but I will work on it.
I'm open for ideas, comments and so on...
The ideas are all my own. Do not use them without my permission!
How to Make Your Own Fantasy World
1. Name your place
> Assastor [The main country], Omara [Country beyond the Great Sea]
2. The inhabitants
> Normal Humans [Kings, queens, lords, guards, knights, farmers, craftsmen and so on...]. They are either members of the different houses/clans or are without a house and live in one of the free cities. The members of the Black Guard called "Black Jackets" are without a house after they join in order to make them neutral towards the conflicts between the clans.
> Special kinds of humans [Seers, who are able to catch glimpses of the future and shamans, who have healin powers]. These people a
Ever Wanted?Ever wanted to just curl up and die?Ever Wanted?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn off the lights?
Or kiss the world goodbye?
Sometimes...Sometimes I ruin everything around me...Sometimes...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I don't have all the answers...
Sometimes I can't hold everything together...
Sometimes I screw up...
Sometimes I fail...
Sometimes I'm not enough a reason...
Sometimes what I say doesn't matter...
Sometimes I don't matter...
Sometimes I don't do anything right...
Sometimes I say the wrong thing...
Sometimes it is all my fault...
Sometimes I just want to give up...
But I read your words and you make me
feel like the greatest person in the world...
.she has a smile that makes you want to learn to be happy again. she is a tired fist, trying to find a home in her own skin..2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
and sometimes, i think she sees others clearer than she sees herself. she lives like a hurricane, both feet in. willing to feel too much and put her heart back in that unopened gift box addressed to the next girl to burn it down.
she falls for the pretty ones, the broken ones with smiles like shards of glass.
she collects crushes like quarters but treats them like gold,
until they discard her heart (un)intentionally,
and she's left stuffing her heart back in that box marked 'fragile'.
the first time i met her she was shaking off the last class as she made her way out of the art class before mine. so when she returned to sit near me i was surprised.
some things you know immediately,
but she was an unopened book.
some things you know immediately:
i would never be able to get her down on paper right.
sometimes i can't meet her eyes because of
I waitedI sat backI waited9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
saw many sunsets.
I walked past
the beach every
day, and waited.
I stopped counting
days and nights
But you never
no,you left me
in the blue.
And now I've
I don't care.
Are You a Normal Boy?Take off that silly mask you're wearing.Are You a Normal Boy?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ah, yes. That's a pretty face.
Is that the one you always wear to parties?
Where is the one you put on when you're all alone?
Did you leave that one at home?
Don't worry; I won't tell anyone that I noticed.
Behind your various shades of blue and green, I might think you were normal.
Too bad for you, I'm the exact same way.
I hide behind these barriers because it feels so safe.
Let's be honest with each other, just this once;
Why don't you show me how you really feel?
Is that so much to ask?
Put away the pen-shaped knives and just be real.
Will you believe me if I tell you that I'm sorry?
For finding you out?
How's this? I'll make it up to you with a new mask.
Will you make me one too?
Once Upon A TowerShe was called a Femme Fatale, which was a remarkably exact, if misleading, description. She did not seduce men. She killed them. She also happened to be the princess's lady-in-waiting, another exactly deceptive title. She was a lady and she waited. Mostly in the shadows, for danger to appear.Once Upon A Tower4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In other words, Katherine was a guard on stiletto heels - and if you believed at least that to be less than literal in meaning, you would be in a world of trouble. For there was nothing metaphorical whatsoever in Katherine. It had been said that her hair was as dark as a raven's plumage - and once she had compared it to find that it was of that precise nuance as well. Men had told her that her eyes shone like stars, which she'd tested by looking into a lake at night - and seeing her hair as a patch of darkness and her eyes exactly like two stars. Her lovers had said her lips were honey-sweet and she had confessed to eating more honey than she should have. So the fact that she was called a guard o
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
MONOLOGUEYour death will be much like your life, short and meaningless. I remember our last encounter. You were lost, scared, broken. Your unlikely escape and improbable ability to stay hidden from me for so long is condusive to your extreme luck. But you can only run as far as your past will allow. Avoiding the inevitable, praying for the impossible. It was only a matter of time before you, like me, realized the power of the choice you made. You finally see the control it has over you now. So long ago, you tried to escape your destiny. Your path, in the end, has led you back to me. Your choice, your path, and I am your end. It was always meant to be. And I shall not fail to finish what you have started. By the time you realize you cannot escape, it will be too late. Any thoughts you had about honor or duty or purpose are irrelevant now.MONOLOGUE7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A Frothy DemiseTheir hearts sank as the paper roof was ripped from their styrofoam home. They knew what was coming. That paper was their only protection, their last shield from an inevitable doom. They had once relied on a more remote, plastic defense, feeling as if nothing could penetrate their peaceful coexistence-- but that too was ripped away by the sands of time. Never had they expected for it to come to this.A Frothy Demise4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their minds flitted back to better times, with the distant, bitter hope that they could bring back the carefree life they once enjoyed. They had once had a peaceful existence; they were happy creatures and after a lifetime of work had finally achieved a perfectly structured community. How fast it could all fall apart.
They grit their teeth as they felt the others being stripped away, knowing that they could be next. Families were separated, torn apart; mothers screaming for their children and others begging for their loved ones to be spared.
But no one was.
Noodle by noodle, they were pour
Divine MagickTales that swim around incredulityDivine Magick6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
visions of unbroken Magick, divine
phantasm becomes our existence
around us the Magick will shine.
Gathered by the awareness we possess
as one we feel the Magick align
enchanted tales that once felt fictitious
we worship the Magick, divine.
The meaning enriches fradgile faith
the strength overwhelms the spirit
we rest upon belief in our God,
for divine Magick, we feel it.
An EscapeOnce upon a time, there was a little girl who just didn't quite belong. Her family knew it, the people she thought of as her friends knew it, and most of all, she knew it. Whenever she was around other people, she felt that she was as out of place as a spring flower in the snow; she didn't laugh at quite the right moments, she didn't talk when she was expected to, and she didn't react as she should have to things.An Escape4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As she grew older, she grew more and more aware that she couldn't keep the people she had come to know; she was just too different. She began to separate herself from her family, the people she'd called her friends, and in a way, even from herself; the strange side of her became her only persona. A new sense of self-consciousness overcame her. She began to walk alone, to eat alone, to stick to herself whenever she had the chance as opposed to risk making her strange nature all the more apparent to those around her. People began to avoid her. She was nearing the point of separ