A ShadowThor retrospectively looking at memories Loki's taunts and actions have brought back to the surface.A Shadow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You remember a shadow? Shall I tell you what I remember, Brother?
"Brothers are very special things, my son," Frigga told the little boy holding her hand. "They are a precious gift we must always watch over."
"Yes, Mama," he said, grinning at her.
Frigga smiled back and scooped up her body. "Come, let's find your father, Thor."
He giggled and wrapped his small arms around her neck.
Now that she was no longer held back by his tiny legs, Frigga easily walked the halls of the palace. She knew where Odin was with their new son and it didn't take her long to get to him. Even if she hadn't known, she could have easily followed the cries of their newest family member.
They got louder as she opened the door and Thor shifted against her to look. Odin was seated on a long bench with the setting sun shining in behind him. In his arms, wrapped in a green blanket threaded with gold, was their
Zuko's Hair: the SymbolismIt is a widespread and somewhat controversial theory that Zuko's changing hairstyles throughout the three seasons of Avatar: the Last Airbender are symbolic of the internal changes which he experiences over the course of that time. I personally support this theory.Zuko's Hair: the Symbolism5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let's begin with the basics. I am going to explain the theory at its core in the simplest of terms, and then explain the thought process which led me to this theory.
When you see Season One Zuko, with his ponytail, what do you think? I'm willing to bet that you think "bad". You may deepen this label by throwing in such choice terms as "angry", "bitter", "hurting", "confused", "searching for answers", and the like, but on the surface, it's just "bad". Now let's skip ahead 63 episodes. We are now in season three, and Zuko has shaggy hair. When you see this Zuko, what do you think? You think "good". You may also think "changed", "redeemed", "honorable", "noble", or "forgiven", but basically what you think is "good".
Now I want
Re-entering the Labyrinth The room was dark and smoky, masked faces twirled around me, their mouths gaping black holes as they laughed. I spun away, the silken folds of a dress tickling my ankles. The white shadow of a door washed across my face and I ran. Through the door into a hallway lined with arches, shadowy recesses, voices calling from their depths.Re-entering the Labyrinth4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Some were familiar. Hoggles harsh croak, Ludo's guttering roar, Sir Didymus' exalting squeak... others were strange and haunting, leaking out of suppressed memories, wild laughter and booming warnings. I couldn't escape them. Couldn't do anything but run. Figures beckoned from the arches, reaching out rubbery green hands to grasp at me.
"Don't go that way!" some voices pipped.
"Which way?" Others demanded. "Come on come on!"
I stopped, a maze of staircases twi
insatiablethere is a hungerinsatiable2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stirring inside of me
The Waste WorldShe said create the world, so I did. I made it dark and dusty, coughed up from my own black lungs. I gave the trees an ashen hue and the ground a color to match the starless sky. The creatures were murmuring oozes, globs of drying acrylic that inked across the orb of my bubbling imagination.The Waste World3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Repulsing, it was in fact the product of an industrial mind. I was born from man's smog goddess and, if memory serves me, her breath was laced in exhaust which I inhaled nightly with her songs. She was soothing and complacent, her voice smokey like a hazy bar. No one could deny her features were hideous beyond belief. Her skin dripped pollution like morphine into veins, into deep red rivers to turn them ebony and clogged. Her eyes glistened obsidian, sharp and cold if you didn't know her at all. I knew she was lost and ashamed, as her mother, my grandmother, would often remind her of the destruction her presence caused. I loved her like grandmother nature never could.
Grandmother was ,indeed, a gra
Those Three Little WordsSarah raised both hands and slapped them over her mouth in a way which would have been comical if not for the words which had just come out. Eyes wide, she watched the face of the tall, pale man who was standing a few feet away. At first, all she saw was shock, his mismatched eyes blinking rapidly and a startled puff or two of glitter shining in the lamplight.Those Three Little Words4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Darting her eyes around in a bid for escape, Sarah caught sight of the door a few feet to his right. If she could just make it through the door, everything would be fine! Making a small movement in that direction, she found herself staring directly into the fluffy shirt of her arch-nemesis/erstwhile suitor.
Letting out a squeak through her hands, she felt herself being born backwards until she dropped onto the arm of the once-red-now-pink loveseat. In order to keep from falling backwards onto the creaky piece of furniture, her hands flew from her mouth to his arms. Keeping herself from meeting his eyes, she waited for the boot to
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of beat she got when she was a little girl
and her favorite boy gives her a kiss on the cheek, but like when
he first shared his words with hers,
the kind of thing she gets only with naked skin,
and not like that kind of naked skin, naked, but before that
when she looks up and his eyes shine in that kind of way she thinks
might've happened when shakespeare was a teena
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
Little Warriors"Brother! We must find the ruffians and show them the meaning of honor!" The eight year old Thor bellowed, storming across the courtyard.Little Warriors3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Honor! Honor! Honor!" The tiny five year old Loki parroted after him, trotting along the cobblestones. His fingers sparked with tiny green sparks, magical aptitude already showing at such a young age.
They reached the Throne room, and began pushing at the door, making very little progress, small as they were, even together.
The guard by the door smirked to himself. These boys. How Odin handled them, he didn't know. Slyly, arm barely outstretched from their usual position, he pushed at the door with one hand, helping it open whilst allowing the boys to believe it was their own feat of strength.
The tiny princes beamed at each other as the door slid open much easier now, their little feet running at it to create momentum.
"Told you Loki! Told you i was strongerer than you thought!"
Once inside the golden room, the boys stopped, for a mere moment. Some
Dusty Blood - Chapter one Page OneCHAPTER ONE PAGE ONEDusty Blood - Chapter one Page One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Temptress Woods was fatter and wider than any man made city. The land of the stubborn trees, where the roots held onto the earth with a grip of steel and brushed the skies with the top of their leaves. For a long time this was what I thought the entire world looked like, and that other people were just plotted and lost in the forest like us. I was not born in the depths of nature though, I had been born like any other child in a village far, far away from Temptress woods. But I was barely past one week old when we moved here that the idea of a village full of children sounded bizarre. I was not born like the others you see. I was different. Looked different.
My left eye had a grey metallic shine that reflects like a mirror where as my right eye was of amber gold, soft and withering like the crisp leaves in autumn. I didn't think anything was wrong with me until I met other children, but that wasn't until the age of nine. My twin sister, wh
The Background Of EvangelionThe Background Of Evangelion10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have spent a fair amount of time trying to understand the use of the "Sephirothic Sytem" and I have finally come to terms of it's use and origins.
There isn't a lot of information about it on the internet so this is an exceptional chance for you to know what it is (you never know..... I might come in handy one day)
The Sephirothic Sytem is part of the Jewish culture and religion but it has also links into Christianity and some of you might know that, Christianity is a descendant branch from Jewish religion (Jesus himself was Jewish).
The Sephirothic Sytrem is part of the "Kabbalah" and is in this case a diagram representing 10 circles, each containing a virtue of God (Kindness, Understanding, Loving, Honesty Bravery etc....) Each circle represents a "Sephiroth" (thus it's name "Sephirotic System"), a Planet and a Colour. I will explain later what a "Sephiroth" is. Each circle or Sephiroth is linked to 2 pathways called "Channels". The Circles are set in such a w
predeterminationsthe music was over before it started.predeterminations2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was an earful of sound sent back to the womb: an idea we nurtured prematurely. we didn't have the slightest doubt that my body could be anything but growing soil. but the red flower pluming from this vessel was grown from pastures with a predetermined drought,
the strength of your fist and the tone of my bliss was exchanged for a mouthful of black tar from the doctor who dared to tell me that the secondhand smoke, the choked stanza of a poem on fertility i'd been carrying in my body turned the prospect of birth to the soil its worth was made from.
your features were stepping stones that guided me across the river and into this long string of a celestial forever, and home again
i close my eyes and we're back to evenings under lantern lights, poetry sprawled verbatim on the spooned out skin between my chest and my waist, the motherless space.
even clouds, in their flocked white adherence, are shepherdless. somewhere, dreams in glowing thick consis
DA Music Meme for Writers1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever. Thanks to Chippenfail, I'm also going with a UR (but it's general).DA Music Meme for Writers5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
1-"Here to Stay"-Korn (Gina Glitt and Wayne Stark)
"Get them!" Gina screamed as the protestors bursted through the picketline and into her house; stupid child labor laws.
"Anything for you my lady." Wayne Stark kissed her hand, winked before flying off to deal with them.
*Sigh* Why can't can't all men be like him but then she realized, deep down, she didn't want it to be that way. He was their hero, their treasure, not at the masses to be at their beck and call.
"Ow!" She could hear Lilly (the leader of the protest) yel
Our Ambiguityone.Our Ambiguity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He wears cargos and goes barefoot,
even though it's only March.
He asks his sister to shape his eyebrows
(she's better at it),
and hums to himself
while he smudges on eyeliner.
His nail polish is chipped
but he likes it that way.
After two hours of walking around shirtless,
he pulls his favourite t-shirt over his binder.
"I am here to make you question," and
"Pronouns just get in my way," and
"If you're confused, I
He writes his name in the fog on the bathroom mirror,
then writes a girl's name underneath it.
Then he wipes them both away,
and scrawls his favourite nickname instead.
Evangelion ReflectionEvangelion Reflection11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
upon completion of the series alone:
validation. that's the one theme to evangelion. all throughout it's how and what people do to validate themselves. i know the thoughts, i used to hate myself as drew people around me to keep me from thinking that. when you have no love for yourself, you try to gather praise and love from others to fill that gap in your soul. there's always that blackness in the back of your mind that you try to ignore. you think that if you show love to others, as empty as that is, they will return that love and give you a reason to be. without that, you are nothing. without accomplishments you do nothing and no one cares about you. without the love of others there's no reason to live. i know that i love others to get it back. i am worthless, and as a result, i try to do my best at everything to gain respect and feel like i'm needed for something. if i feel like i'm helping someone, that gives me a reason for existence. without taking so much from everyone, i would
HammockDaylight's wanedHammock3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been waitin' all day
For a journey's end
For our broken roads to mend
Lyin' on my hammock,
I'll be waitin' always
The GunslingerThe Gunslinger5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You mean you ain't never heard of the Gunslinger?"
The bar was almost dead at this time of night, and the question seemed to echo around the room - emphasising the sudden silence, rather than masking it.
"No, boy, I ain't."
Only a handful of stragglers remained, the dregs of the evening clearing the dregs of their whiskeys. The lights shone dimly, and everything moved lethargically in the warm Texas night.
"Well I'll be. I thought everyone 'round here knew the story of the 'slinger'," said one of the stragglers a tall, skinny man wearing a pale cowboy hat. A battered guitar rested on his knee.
"I'm new in town."
They sat at the bar - the musician and the newcomer. The guitarist resumed a lazy melody across the treble strings.
"Oh really?" he drawled, fingers sliding slowly over the fretboard. "And how are y'all finding our little patch of dirt?"
"Whiskey's expensive. Women all look like men," the newcomer replied. "Music's terrible," he added, eying up the musician suspiciously
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
.: wounds of happiness :.i am.: wounds of happiness :.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching it seep
with morbid fascination
into other peoples lives
watching it stain
watching them smile
cheering them up
while breaking inside
the day I am unable
to make someone laugh
is the day
Your SmileThat first smile I'll never forgetYour Smile3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No matter what you makie me regret
A smile that lit up my world
And made my heart swirl and twirl
The happiness we had I can't replace
Just like that smile on you face
A smile for every day and night
To make my face shine bright
That smile gets rid of the dark
Starting from a tiny spark
If the light ever does stop
I know my heart would drop
Don't ever let you smile end
Keep on smiling, my friend