Memory Crannies [RotG SPOILERS!]During that night in the village, the place is filled with festive lights and noises. Children and adults crowd in the plaza, clinking their cups together and laughing heartily. Their shoes step on a ground blanketed with white snow, but none of it crowns their heads. Not a single worry is given, not a single cry is heard.Memory Crannies [RotG SPOILERS!]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Except for the shrieks of delight.
Unknowingly, an extra and invisible boy is lurking in their midst. Throwing snowballs on the backs of unexpected villagers, stealing food from the banquets….making the snow appear.
No one notices the snowballs flinging at them out of nowhere. They blame it on others and, without warning, they start a fight. Tables get knocked down, people are pushed around…but no one complains. Those cries of happiness just get louder and louder and that invisible voice joins in, even though no one can hear it.
Finally, the racket toned down, leaving nothing but sudden giggles and playful pushing. “That was fun, right, Mari
Gataki mouGataki mou3 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was always sunny where he was. An occasional cloud would pass over the sun, but sandy winds would quickly protest and sent it away. The heat was nearly unbearable, even for those who had been born and raised in the forsaken desert.
Heracles knew what the people in the caravan thought of him. As a Greek boy, sold into Egypt along with his brother, they thought him of less worth. As a slave, they thought him a strange contradiction. He was often found sleeping and lazing about, but he never left a job undone. His broad shoulders carried dense muscles that held the capability to lift an ox right off of the sandy ground.
It was no mystery, the man was strange. But needed much y the large caravan. His exemplary way with the animals and strong back made him valuable. The same couldn't be said as much... for his older brother.
"Oi! There you are!" Sadiq's gruff and annoyed voice sounded in the Greek slaves' ear. Heracle's sleepy green eyes looked up to meet his brother's. "Playing with the
The PlanThere was a window at the end of the hallway, painting the walls with stripes of white moonlight.The Plan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At first it had been painful: having freedom so close, and yet so far. Each night as the moon grew fatter it tugged at her bones with intensified vigour. Freedom, it crooned. Escape!
Now she heard nothing at all.
Korra lay against the far wall of the cell. Her legs were splayed at a comfortable angle, chin to chest, her arms tied tightly behind her back. The rope was thick and strong, as she'd quickly discovered.
It was also annoyingly scratchy.
She was a state: her hair, barely bound, was a tangled mat of blood and grime. A shallow gash in her side glinted evilly in the dimness, accompanied by various bruises and grazes scattered unsparingly over nearly every expanse of available skin. Where there wasn't blood, there was filth.
Korra's head snapped upright, eyes trained to the sound. Footsteps echoed off of the walls of empty cells. Her ears strained as she attempted t
InfatuatedI am infatuated with a boyInfatuated2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because his smile is too big for his face
and it feels like the only thing that’s real,
because his eye color is cerulean
and that’s been my favorite crayon
ever since my grandmother
bought me that set of sixty four,
because he’s so damn beautiful
even though boys aren’t meant to be,
because his hands are big enough
to hold the whole world
and he doesn’t even know
what he wants in them yet.
I wish I could find the courage to crack
my rib cage open for him
and point out all of the ways
that he managed to sneak into my heart
so nothing is misunderstood
or misinterpreted anymore,
but I can’t even speak to him
because my tongue ties itself
into pretty ribbon bows
because he is a gorgeous jigsaw
and I don’t understand him at all,
even after a million glances.
So I’m dissecting every word he says,
every glance in my direction,
and every casual brush of skin
to try and find subliminal messages
even if there aren’
America x Reader ~ Late Night VisitorYou were asleep in your bed, comfortable as can be. The covers were warm, your pillows were soft. There you were curled into a peaceful ball in your bed when you were suddenly harshly woken up by a very loud banging on your front door.America x Reader ~ Late Night Visitor3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Grumbling, you forced yourself out of your bed and groggily made your way towards the constant banging. You were still grumbling when you opened the door to see the large nation of America standing at your doorway. He was sobbing while hugging onto his pillow.
"Dude, (Country Name), I watched this scary movie at Japan's place earlier today and now I swear I can hear noises in my house! And Britain won't let me stay with him tonight! (Country Name) you have to let me in!" He said quickly.
You glared at him and said "America, it is 3 AM. What were you doing up this late anyways? Don't you know we have to go to a meeting in the morning? That is probably why England didn't let you stay. If you were asleep like a normal person should be, then you wouldn't be
Letter to CupidDearLetter to Cupid2 years ago in Letters More Like This
You never really bothered with me, at this time of year or any other. I'm not going to say I know why, though I am a bit curious. Perhaps you thought I was a bad investment. Or maybe you just knew I wouldn't hold it against you. I never expected you to come flapping into my life with your little chubby baby-fat legs and your quiver of arrows all tipped with hearts.
How practical would that be, anyway? Heart-shaped arrowheads? I don't think they'd fly right. Maybe that's what accounts for all our romantical problems of today.
I never seriously imagined you as a fat little baby, I hope you know. For that matter, I never seriously imagined you as Cupid, because to me you were always Eros, the beautiful young man carved of white marble like so many of your fellow Greeks. Eros, with the quiver as full of owl-feathered hate arrows as dove-feathered love ones. Eros, eternally mourning for his own lost love. How could I expect you to care about <i>
Fantasy Writing PromptsFantasy Writing Prompts6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fantasy Writing Prompts
2.The monster under the bed
3.Falling in love with your food
4.A friends unusual pet
5.Getting something you don't have the money for
6.Lost on your birthday
7.The haunted tavern
8.Cursed with the morphing ability
9.Troubles of a bard
10.Childhood toy turns out to be secret artifact
12.Selling invisible armor
13.Friend bets they can pick up any species at the bar
14.A stranger explains how they have a replica of your weapon
15.A childhood story comes to life
16.Finding a teleporter spell/device
17.Learning a new alphabet
18.Something trying to eat you without provocation
19.Hearing a bard sing your tale
20.A failed adventurer
21.A rulers pet peeve punishment
22.Battle victory music
23.You'll never believe this!
24.A confrontation with innerself
25.Getting a zombie slave for a present
26.You receive a talisman with adverse effects
28.One of your items causes a riot
29.The bigger they are, the harder they
Long DistanceWhen I look at old photos of us, my heart slams itself against my ribs,Long Distance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to slip between the bars of its cage.
I trace the familiar curve of your jaw on the screen
And I feel like I could bust down walls
Just to touch that face again.
I could run across Lake Michigan in my pajamas.
I could punch a hole in the space-time continuum with my bare hands,
Just to pull you through.
You’re six hundred miles away, but you’re not.
You’re right here.
When we talk on the phone, the universe folds
And I can feel your arms around my waist
And your breath against my cheek.
I could reach through the speakers,
Grab your hair, make you look at me.
I can see your eyes.
But when I kiss you, there’s only static.
New York City Mosque: My ViewSeptember 11th, 2001 was a terrible day in not only the history of New York, but the history of the entire country. That early fall morning, the United States watched in terror as the tallest buildings, the twin towers of the World Trade Center in the city were pummeled by planes, consumed by smoke and fire, and finally gave way and collapsed to the ground below, now known as Ground Zero.New York City Mosque: My View5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It is now August 26th, 2010. It's been nine years since we lost seven buildings, two airplanes, and two-thousand-seventy-nine people in New York to nineteen hijackers, who lost their lives taking them. These hijackers, terrorists, were known to be some of the Muslim extremists from the al-Qaeda, originating from Egypt, the United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia, and Lebanon. These men despised the United States, and gave their lives to make it known in a violent and outright cruel way.
Losing all we lost that day is bad enough, but now a new and even more disgusting effect of the attacks is emerging; crue
fireflies in trainingonce upon a timefireflies in training3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i met a magpie
hatched in a nest of thieves
you might think this will be a tale
about how she grew up
turning story pages
and realized her brothers and sisters
as well as herself
and then she shifted
from evil to good
alas, but no
i came to her with a necklace
which she snatched in her beak
not to mention my wallet
and flew away
to share with her mafia family
but when she arrived at the nest
all she knew was
looking for what was lost
she flew across the globe
with jewelry rattling around her neck
she sat on the peak of the eiffel tower
soared together with soap bubbles in poland
was shot by a soft gun in japan
but nursed by a cup of tea
while i collected fireflies
in an empty jar
so i trained my jar of lit insects
to fly upside down
from her to me
we met again
and i complimented her necklace
she told me
«i have returned from a journey
i lost a leg
i saw the world
for what it is
birds sang about you
i learnt how you plucked
every egg of my famil
Paneling tips for mangaPaneling tips for manga11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Paneling is a part of Graphic design. O_- It's an art in itself, think of how you would do a collage and put together a puzzle, that's how paneling works.
You must understand the basic 2D design element:
movement, center of interest, value contrast, volume, size, perspective.... so on and on....
As for paneling.... there is no set way to do it, whether drawing the picture first, or draw the panel's first, or draw the panels and the pictures back and forth.... it's all upto the artist, as long as the result is satisfying to the artist. Just experiement and find the best way that suits you.
1. Panels must support your content: That's the most important thing.... if one line is going over an important character's head shot, omit that line and let the character stand out~ If one frame is more important than the other, you wish to make it a focus on the page, make that frame larger than the others, sometimes it can even overlap other panels alittle. However, being overly complicated
NEW 100 Themes Challenge~THE 100 THEMES~NEW 100 Themes Challenge6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
5. Break Up
6. New Love
9. You and Me
10. I Do
12. DO NOT ENTER
15. Kings, Queens, and Jokers
16. Run Free
17. Where are the Crackers?
19. R is for Revenge
21. Do You Want To Know?
24. Rocks Aren't the Same
27. Freedom Isn't Free
32. Dying Fire
33. Breaking Point
37. Don't Go
40. Due Date
41. Sealed in Blood
45. Be a Man
46. Go For a Swim
47. Am I Dreaming?
48. Too Good To Be True
51. Elemental Tempest
52. Too Late
53. But I DIDN'T Do It
56. Lucky 13
57. I'm In
58. Slightly Disturbed
65. Black and White
69. Broken Promise
70. All the Little
the discoverythis endless morning made mythe discovery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes ache and i found that
lying in bed doesn't really solve
much at all.
and endless words tore up my mind
[the worst kind of words, too - ugly
wrapped up in beauty
the kind that used to find their way out of
your twisted lips]
and by the time i forced them
away, my brain was in shreds
and an endless thumping exploded
behind my eyes
and through my veins
rattling my bones, and
chattering my teeth
and i couldn't make it stop
no matter how much
muddy tea i drank from clinking china.
but today i finally looked out
the window, and
the sun was beautiful and
the wind was gusting like it had
somewhere better to be
and the clouds were drifting slowly by
like in a miyazaki movie i saw once.
so maybe i'll go outside, because
this endless morning made my
and, darling, i found that lying in bed
doesn't really solve much at all.
Evanescentonly the mostEvanescent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beautiful of creatures
live the shortest.
red roses and quivering
butterflies and other
useless things, like the
way she wishes on every star
she sees for a different
soul because she can't stand
the way it's rotting inside.
and it's only when
the thorns beneath her skin
start to bleed that her
monsters whisper, "have
you ever trembled, my dear?"
because they know
for every whimper that hides
faintly in the dark,
there is a pair of lips stretched
into a smile pretending
that all that is beautiful
is timeless and unbroken.
Shedding PoetryYou stuffed the pagesShedding Poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from your favorite books
into the cracks of your walls,
beating back the chill
of a black-and-white world.
When I peeled back the paint,
and tragic goodbyes
fell into my lap,
a tidal wave of emotions
you strove to shed
from your fingertips
speak like you are a god -I.speak like you are a god -2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with these vorticose veins
i am withering, a nightwalker
amongst young phantoms
the hangman in my head doesn't sleep;
he doesn't bat an eye
and we'll rotoh, poet boy,and we'll rot2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are not
or honey bones
& you have only
ever been a god
inside of your own head
.i feel change, the way.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the birdsong changes when the
cat goes out for lunch
No worries. We react with sadnessNo worries.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the time of darkness
So it’s okay to cry
Because life can be rough at times
From that you will learn
So you won’t be hurt anymore
Every moment has a reason
You’ll get something in return
existentialism and shoddy metaphorsI was violet-cheeked andexistentialism and shoddy metaphors2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
diamond-hearted; a work
of art in reverse,
tearing between my ribs
and calling it beautiful,
and I wonder now why they
never taught me this in school;
the sepia-saturated glow life
gives out some point after
you’ve realized wishes are
for those who’ve not yet
woken more alone than when
they went to sleep,
they never taught me all
the reasons why or that
sin tastes sweet. I met
my maker once in a backalley
bar, stormy eyes and peppermint
breath, charming off a hangover;
he sighed, “I know how many
days it’ll take you to give up
completely. I know how many
dreams you’ve sold away and
how many lies you need to
swallow before you can fall asleep.
I know that you’ve never quite
grown up and I know that
you’re afraid of me” he
smiled silent and downed
another drink, losing himself
in the ramblings of a solipsistic
existence where “I” am finally all
that matters (and sometimes
I believe I was built hollow
there are places but not for mei.there are places but not for me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so why do i live
for just another sleepless night at a nameless motel?
i wander the streets like a stray cat,
too feral for the touch of a helping hand.
feasting on mice, but still starving.
there are no answers down the road,
only gas stations and
the buzzing of my broken radio.
(i hum along with it).
i'm sorry but i can't come home.
(i hitchhiked to the end of days,
realized i had no face,
blinded by the highway signs,
my promises were left behind).
Hospital HellI'm stuck here in this hell,Hospital Hell5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what people call a hospital.
But to me its a living nightmare.
Forced to eat, forced to stay here,
no way out theres no way out.
I clutch my head as the screaming and voices,
makes me insane, it makes me crazy.
I just have to get out, i gotta get out.
I scratch at the door till my nails bleed.
Its not worth it anymore,
Its just not worth it.
InsanityIf one is truly insane,Insanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does one feel nothing at all,
Or everything all at once?
You feel concoctions, rather than emotions.
A vial full of joy,
A belly full of laughter,
A dash of envy,
A splash of rage,
A sprinkling of guilt,
Seasoned with a touch of fear,
And topped off with some loneliness.
Who knows what the reaction could be.
Who knows what the catalyst is.
A broken heart,
To be insane is to be both a loose cannon and a straight arrow.
If one is truly insane,
Isn’t one the most human of us all?
Or is one the least feeling of us all?
Could the most insane also be the most sane?
What is sanity?
What is normality?
What is insanity?