A Nerdy Love PoemBefore you arrived,A Nerdy Love Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you annoying buffoon,
My life was more barren
than the sands of Dune.
And then you appeared,
Like a Doctor from space,
with your ridiculous clothes
and your comical face.
We're not like Edward and Bella
and their blather of fate:
We're like Sauron and Voldemort
deciding to date.
See, I'd travel to Mordor
with you any day.
We'd be like Frodo and Sam,
but a little less gay.
The Capitol couldn't stop us!
. . . that's totally a lie:
if we started rebellions
we'd probably die.
We'd feast in King's Landing
on lamprey and tarts
then murder our enemies
with thousands of farts
Our house words would NOT
be "stupid and fat"
though I like "moon of my life"
much better than "brat."
Whenever you're sweet
I think it's a fluke,
but if you were nice all the time
you wouldn't be Luke.
But I like you a lot,
even though you're a pain.
Like how Serenity's crew
still hasn't killed Jayne.
You give my life meaning,
you silly old man,
like the Joker needs Batman
for all of his plans.
Bohemian Rhapsody ParodyIs this the right one?Bohemian Rhapsody Parody4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is this a parody?
Caught in a web of
(crappy) Covers and rip-offs
Open your heart
Look out at the stars
I'm Freddie Mercury
I'm the lead singer of Queen
But he had passed away, long ago
Little high, not that low
Any way we'll survive
Longer than the Beatles
Mama, you stopped the song
You're annoying me to death
I'm taking my final breath
Mama, it had just begun
But now you don't wanna listen to the rest
Didn't mean to make you cry
I had no idea you were homophobic, it's alright
Keep calm and carry on
Because nothing's really worth it
Too late, he's gone away
In nineteen ninety-one
He was dead and now he's gone
Farewell, John and Roger
I'm going home
For I've seen the light and I should fade away
Didn't wanna die
Sometimes think I never was alive
I see a little silhouette-oh of a ham
Need to eat, need to eat
Cos I'm getting kinda hungry
Somebody was cooking
Everyone was looking me
Paul McCartney, Paul McCartney
The UnknownOne of a child of Athena's worst enemies was the "unknown", and it was something they worked tirelessly to defeat. Most unknown variables could be eliminated easily; through simple equations and mathematical calculations almost always a solution could be found.The Unknown3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But Percy's disappearance was another thing entirely.
Annabeth had experience with more difficult equations, and yes they did take longer to solve, but in the end she always found the right answer--the only solution that completed the problem. She always had data to work with, however, something to start with or go off of. You could not find something without first knowing where to start, any rational person understood that.
For the first time in her life, Annabeth Chase had nowhere to begin.
The largest problem with her boyfriend's disappearance was not where he was located; she in fact had some idea of where he was. Nor was it if he remembered her, because none of those would matter if the most relevant were not true. No, the
THE ART CRIMES: SchattenspielTHE ART CRIMES: Schattenspiel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Das Schattenspiel
* Eine Geschichte von Beau Cyphre - mit einer Illustration von Elleka *
Für Alexandra. Danke, dass du mich mit nur einem einzigen Bild so vielfältig inspiriert hast!
Ich mache sie bei mir aus, die Lichter, weil ich im Dunkeln besser sehen kann. Ich sehe ein wunderschönes Mädchen, das mit Licht und Schatten spielt und durch seine Bewegungen Wunder bewirkt: Das Ambiente wird Teil deines Körpers, die Szenerie ist Theaterbühne und doch viel mehr, wird Teil des Spiels und Ausdruck deiner Vision von Schönheit, und mit Lights out erzählst du ein Märchen. Du erzählst es immer wieder von Neuem, und jedes Mal ist es anders, und nichts bleibt gleich, weil Licht ständig im Tanz mit den Schatten ist. Ich sehe hin...und sehe ich dich dann wieder an, flüstert deine Stimme eine neue Geschichte in me
Last Day"You'll call me when you get there?" Mom asked again, fretting, as usual.Last Day4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No phones at camp," I replied, almost to the door of our building. Almost.
"Then send me an Iris-Message, OK?"
I sighed and turned around, giving her a hug. "OK, Mom."
As I climbed into the cab, about to close the door, Mom said, "Have fun! Oh, and I want you home on Christmas, Percy."
I waved. "I won't miss it. Love you!"
Before she could think of anything else to say, I told the driver where to go and he pulled out into the New York City traffic.
I was so excited. Three weeks for Christmas break and I'd be spending it at Camp Half-Blood, my most favorite place in the world, with Annabeth, my most favorite person in the world. We had three whole weeks together, and no doubt, she'd already planned out every day.
The roads eventually became less busy and we made it out of the city. The cab driver looked increasingly su
twelve hours green.he calls me and tells metwelve hours green.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that his toothbrush
is an ocean green like
his fading bedroom
walls. and i call and
think that i dont have
a favourite number. but
i dont even know what
we should spend twelve
hours watching the
clouds fly past
and twelve staring at
the fragments of shining
rocks plastered across
the sky, until we leave
a dent in the grass
in the shape of
the different type of
world we live in.
i paint my hands in
speechless patterns because
colours always spoke better
The Final ChoicePercy knew it was over when they reached the steps of the Parthenon.The Final Choice2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He and Annabeth had been bound and dragged all the way from Tartarus to Athens, unable to see their surroundings because of the thick night. They couldn’t walk; their bindings dug into their skin, rocks grating beneath them as they were dragged. He knew what was coming next. He remembered talk of a sacrifice, how Gaea wanted Percy and Annabeth to be her victims, the ones to give their blood so she would awaken. This must be it, he thought.
Until they arrived at the Parthenon, his only thought was getting Annabeth out alive. He went through every possible plan, every scenario, every endgame of this scene he could think of. But when he saw the hordes of monsters, jeering and taunting them as they were dragged up the stone steps, he knew, deep down, it was hopeless.
They were pushed to their knees at the top of the steps as the moon began rising behind the columns. Percy couldn’t help but
The Reunion 3 "QUIET!" Piper shouted above all the screaming and shouting. "STOP THE FIGHTING!"The Reunion 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reyna glared at me, "I'll handle you later."
"Ok, I don't exactly know why Annabeth is here, Percy I have an idea about, Leo no idea at all, I have NO idea about those two over there," She motioned to Frank and Hazel, "Sorta know about Jason, but none of that is important. But I know why I'M here. I'm here to make peace between the two camps. And that's not gonna happen if everyone keeps fighting! Percy, Annabeth, and... You two, come over."
Hazel stood up shakily and wiped her eyes. We walked over to Piper and she start to look around.
"Where Jason go?" Piper looked extremely worried. I could feel myself go red. Percy gave me one look, and he knew exactly where Jason went, well actually, not really.
"Just say whatever yo
The Depths of Hell CH.1AnnabethThe Depths of Hell CH.13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Annabeth's leg felt like it was pulling free of her body. Pain washed everything in red. The force of the Underworld tugged at her like dark gravity. She didn't have the strength to fight. She knew she was too far down to be saved.
"Percy, let me go," she croaked. "You can't pull me up."
His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.
"Never," he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above. "The other side, Nico! We'll see you there. Understand?"
Nico's eyes widened. "But-"
"Lead them there!" Percy shouted. "Promise me!"
Below them, the
SupportHazel’s hand hovered above the doorknob, quivering almost imperceptibly. This is silly, she thought to herself. I mean, it’s Percy. You know him. Right? Of course. She trusted him completely.Support2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But what if something happens…?
She shook her head, deciding to take a chance, and grasped the doorknob firmly. At the same moment, a heavy hand fell on her shoulder. She gasped and turned around, feeling almost guilty.
“Frank,” she breathed. “Gods, you scared me.”
He frowned slightly, his babyish face morphing into a mask of concern. “What are you doing, Hazel?”
“I was just going to see Annabeth—“
Hazel set her jaw, straightening up defensively in anticipation of an argument. “Well, yes.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? He’s Percy. Our best friend
The Reunion "I just sent it!" Leo shouted from the wheel. His eyes shined with excitement. "We'll be landing within the hour! I finally get to meet Jason's peeps!"The Reunion4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked around the deck of the ship. Percy would have loved it. I know he would've. He would've loved it from the Crow's Nest to Festus's head. He would of loved the fact that even though he was hundreds of feet in the air, that he had powers and wasn't being blasted by Zeus.
Stop it, Annabeth, I told myself. You can't think of him in the past tense. He's at the Roman camp. He's still alive. He still loves you.
I bit my lip at the last part. Would he really still love me? Would he remember our first kiss in the volcano? Would he remember our underwater kiss? Would he remember his Greek family? Or would he prefer the Roman camp?
I looked over at Jason and Piper. Jason was holdi
BraveShe is fitful in her sleep. She tosses and turns beside him, under his scarred hand on her torn shoulder, and whimpers pitifully. Now that he thinks about it, this is the only time she has ever made any noise that can be considered pitiful.Brave2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It kills him, completely and utterly.
He wants to cry, and to keep himself from giving in, he blinks furiously and counts to one-hundred in Ancient Greek. It takes all of his concentration and by the time he accomplishes his goal, he is no longer fighting the tears. Briefly, he thinks of waking her, of bringing her out of the nightmare that causes her whole body to shake, but he can’t. They have been in Tartarus for only the gods know how long and she has barely slept except for a few minutes here and there. She needs this rest more than anything, even if it is punctuated by nightmares. This is the longest they have been left in peace. No unearthly monsters
Unorganized ReligionUnorganized Religion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praise the invisible
Because He cannot hurt you
Listen to the man
and do as he says
to avoid a fiery end
to keep you sitting up straight
You think you are willing
Because your daddy said so
Don't you wanna see mom again
Tie your hair up tight
and close your knees
Smile with your teeth
your jaw tight
What you say is wrong
So listen well child
and I'll tell you how to live.
Alice: The Beginning Part 3The meeting was interesting. We had met with someone named Mary. That was the woman who had turned Jasper. She said shed heard rumors of Vampires that lived on the blood of animals rather than humans. Thats why their eyes were gold. She didnt know where to find them, but she didnt care or want to find them either. She liked her life here. So Jasper and I had left her, with a few of my questions answered. We were going to find the gold eyed Vampires, just Jasper and I.Alice: The Beginning Part 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first day we traveled, I got an unexpected surprise. Jasper had said we needed to get out of the town before morning. I didnt know why, but he knew more about being a Vampire than I did, so I didnt question him. We walked through the town and were finally out of it by morning. We were traveling through an empty field as the sun started to rise. I looked at Jasper, to ask him if it was safe to travel during the day now that we were no longer in the town. I gasped. His face glimmered
GatewayI would say I was tired and ready to drop, but that doesn’t seem to describe my situation very accurately. So multiply that by infinite. There. Do you find that painful? It wasn’t close enough.Gateway2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can’t tell how much time Annabeth and I were in Tartarus either. We slept whenever we were about to pass out and woke up when it seemed appropriate; meaning, when we could open our eyes again and keep them open. It was hard to be strong and go on. All I wanted to do was let Annabeth sleep – her ankle wouldn’t heal and she was very weak.
It was likely that I looked terrible as well, but at least I could walk properly.
Annabeth tended to refuse most of my help, claiming that she could handle the pain and that I needed my strength. We had spotted a lava river and decided that our best way out would be to follow it down, which we were trying to do. Only Annabeth would trip every five steps, causing me to turn to her with an I told you so face.
Nor Do I Fear Death"Nor do I fear death," Reyna said, the words rolling off her tongue smoothly and echoing around Jason's mind for quite some time.Nor Do I Fear Death2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They had been on their daily patrol around the borders of Camp Jupiter when the matter of the oncoming war had claimed its own importance in their minds. Jason had been the first one to talk, breaking the clumsy silence that had settled between them.
"Reyna?" he had asked. He tried to look uninterested, keeping his eyes fixed on his golden weapon and only occasionally sneaking tentative glances at Reyna.
"Yes?" her eyes had been scanning the surrounding camp intently, as if an entire army would just materialize out of the nearest bush had she not been looking at it warily. When silence greeted her words, and only then, did she look at Jason. He looked distraught. "Yes?" she repeated again, louder this time, trying to gain his attention back.
"What do you think about war?" Jason was fully aware that this was a stupid question to ask a daughter of Bellona, or
Forever and Always: ElysiumAnnabeth sat under the shade of a big maple tree with her eyes closed. She liked the feeling of the gentle breeze that always seemed to be around Elysium caress her cheeks. She could feel the grass beneath her bare feet and smell the dozens of colorful flowers. Relaxing into Percy, who had an arm wrapped around her waist, she sighed happily.Forever and Always: Elysium3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all peaceful. Of course, it always was. What else did people expect from the demigod Paradise?
Percy and Annabeth had arrived some hours ago and they still couldn't believe it: They were dead. After all they had gone through, was this the way it was supposed to end?
Not that she was complaining. He wasn't, either. Word had spread that the war had, after all, been won. And besides, here at Elysium wasn't all that bad.
They had met Silena and Beckendorf, who looked happy to see them again but shocked.
"We didn't expect you'll make it here so soon," Silena said. Then she covered her mouth and went red, looking horrified with her outburst.
SelflessPercy didn't know what it was, obviously. He couldn't see it.Selfless3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But from what he could tell, it was about twenty feet long, vaguely snakelike, with ten or more glowing red eyes, and at least six arms. It was slow, which was good because it had been slithering after him and Annabeth for the past three days. Now that they were at the Doors, though, it had finally caught up.
And all the other monsters that had been chasing them were catching up, too. Percy was glad he couldn't see most of them, but even in the dim light of his sword, what he saw made him wonder if he'd ever be sane again. A large part of him wished he were dead.
Then there was Annabeth. She'd been beyond brave, limping along on her wounded ankle, trying to find any information about the Doors that she could on her laptop. (They'd nearly tripped over it after falling into the Pit.) She sat near the doors now, furiously tapping away at the keys, looking for anything that would help keep the
The Death of LanguageThey say that every fourteen days, a language dies. The statistic isn't alarming, after all there are supposedly seven thousand languages in the world. That a language dies every two weeks, is just a statistic. The concern comes with the knowledge that a language dies because it has been forgotten. Thus it dies without recognition, without farewell and without acknowledgment. It was merely there before, a communication bridge once upon a literary dream - now a nothing. This fascinating tool that we use to interact with our fellow human beings is lost. And we don't care. The Eskimos, they say, had a hundred words for snow.The Death of Language3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
That favourite pair of shoes that you love all the holes and splits into because they are so perfect and fit you so well - gets a better send off than a language. That coat that's become too small or too big, or too much last years fashion and too little of this years craze gets more of a farewell than a languag
monster in the closet.anxiety ripsmonster in the closet.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through my bones
every night when
I pull the blankets
tight around me.
it's not the
dreams. those i
there's just something
that's burrowed deep
inside my ribcage
and clings on with
inhaling my mind
with foul lips.
my heart climbs
to my mouth;
and i choke (and
choke and choke and choke)
until i'm a mess
of tangled sheets and
a thousand different
ways that i could have
died. but here's the
catch-- i am not
afraid to die.
i am afraid
that i have already
A Winter's TaleA Winter's TaleA Winter's Tale5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm tired, she thought.
It was hard to keep her eyes open.
She didn't know what time it was. It was dark, it was cold, and the snow was falling down from the white-cushioned sky in thick flakes and covered the already snowy landscape; the field, the trees, the narrow path and the girl lying next to it, her legs slightly drawn towards her body, her face turned towards the sky. Gently the flakes landed and sat there like tiny animals with soft fur. They still melted on her face, hesitatingly; but the thin jacket, the legs, the bare hands were slowly covered, inch by inch.
She wasn't cold. The cold that had made every movement hard, every touch painful, as if fingers and toes could break like glass, had vanished long ago, giving way to a hollow, though not unpleasant numbness.
Slowly she turned her head sidewards, she saw her hand that was fading in the snow.
I'm disappearing, she thought, The snow is going to eat me up; but she corrected herself, the word didn't fit. It w
To contain them...Words are but emotion, finally contained.To contain them...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~My six word story
Into the DarkAnnabeth, MOVE!"Into the Dark3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Percy was shouting at her again. Annabeth realized suddenly. She saw his mouth move over and over, forming the same words, yet it hadn't registered until now. She shook her head a tiny bit. Didn't he understand she couldn't move? This was her test, her punishment. She could only put it off for so long, and now it had come for her.
The bars on the gate slowly lowered, separating them. Percy's eyes widened, a shout forming on his lips. He was only a second too late, they collided with the ground with a clank before he could stop them. He threw himself upon the bars, shaking them while calling her name. But she did not come.
He uncapped Riptide and furiously smashed it across the rods, trying to open them by force. Annabeth shook her head again, knowing it wouldn't open. It was obviously sealed with magic, but Percy did not stop.
And then something happened that Annabeth did not expect. Percy began to cry. His hands were bloody from bashing them across the bar
Earth's Warfare: CH.1 Greeks and Romans He threw one arm around Hazel and one arm around Frank.Earth's Warfare: CH.1 Greeks and Romans3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Come on," he said. "Let me introduce you to my other family."
The day was warm and the sun was shining brilliantly across the crystal blue sky. There was not a cloud seen in the atmosphere. I was positively giddy with anticipation and excitement. I'm pretty sure I had a ridiculous smile spread across my face as I led Hazel and Frank towards the huge warship descending into the Roman borders.
It's been so long since I'd seen my friends and fellow warriors. It's been so long since I'd seen Grover, my best friend, who also happened to be a Satyr. I missed the way he would play Hilary Duff on his reed pipes Wow, never thought in a million years I'd actually miss those stupid pipes - and bleat like a goat every time I snuck up on him.