Fathers and DaughtersThe sun setting across the valley was a magnificent sight, bathing the land in gold and setting the sky on fire. Already people down there were setting up fires and playing music, another grand feast to celebrate the end of Innistrad's long night! "Avacyn has returned!" they cried, many already deep in their cups. "Humanity has prevailed!" they cheered, all of them happy to be alive. In the weeks since the archangel's return the human race had made a remarkable comeback against what, until then, had been almost certain doom. They were still intoxicated with it, and now that things had settled a bit they could indulge in their revelry properly. They had been doing so for days now.Fathers and Daughters3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perched above them all at the top of the valley, arms behind his back, Sorin Markov wondered what they would all think if they knew he had created the angel they so praised. The thought amused him for a few seconds, but gradually it faded and he put it out of his mind. He found the fading light of the day much
Slow-Healing Scar(1/11/2014)Slow-Healing Scar1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Thank you for the wounds,
as if I didn't have enough of them"
Or so that's what I used to say under my breath
as I counted each one on my back
"Hey, it sucks to be me"
That was just me putting it so lightly
How could I face another day
without turning my head
to watch the rain drench over me?
And I don't know what 'sorry' means to you
But I know that my eyes and throat are sore
And I don't know what 'sorry' means to you...
But I'm ready to open another door
It's a slow-healing scar
Reminding me where I've been
and how far I've come along
It's a slow-healing scar
Ready to heal that longing...
Yet another face
looking my way without so much a care
Dare I open my mouth and speak a word
as the world moves on without me
leaving me in the dust?
I feel like a ghost
while our mistakes keep haunting me
How could I face another day
not knowing what could have been?
It cuts m
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 2)My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 2)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girl leaped to her feet and made a dash for the back door. Her legs pumped in an odd way, as her legs seemed to bend backwards rather then forwards, much in the same way that a horses legs acted. Though a large part of me wanted to just let her flee into the rainy night, I couldn’t get over my desire for answers. I rushed after her into the rain. She was already leaping down the stairs, and I wasn’t about to let her get away.
“WAIT!” I shouted. I threw myself at her and we collided. I was surprised at the softness of her skin. She let out a loud cry of fright as we both hit the ground hard. I felt her thrashing and I clutched her leg tightly, keeping her on the ground. “I WANT ANSWERS!” I roared at her.
“Kelvarduut! Par kelvarduut braam!” The girl screamed in some strange and nonsensical language that I couldn’t figure out. I was shocked and almost lost my grip on her. Her free leg shot out and collided with my face as I rolled
LandscapeLandscapeLandscape10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
These worn old bones
Were built listening to the whispered secrets of my eons;
Clothed in hardscrabble curves desolate and grudging,
The fragile bloom of innocence plundered long ago
Storm-wrought crags of old scars
Beneath a veneer of life gone harsh and dry, obscured
I am the product of my own time
And would keep my own counsel,
A monument to endurance, tenacity absurd
Harsh and arcane
Bitter and needless.
Yet incrementally, as the winds of solitude weather me,
Lay me achingly bare beneath the blind and heedless —
Callous fixed and far blue gaze
Dimmed by rheumy cirrus haze —
I am sculpted by my own unrequited desires.
Your eyes seek enigma
Inherently understanding the lyrical breathless magnificence
Of old pain, long scorned.
Wayfarer of my recondite ways
In limning my forsaken form with the light of your love
You redeem the years of waiting
To you, I yield
My every hidden beauty.
Care PackageTo wish you happy birthday, friendCare Package7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stuffed an envelope to send
With in-jokes, hugs, a kiss or two,
The things that I adore in you.
The songs we share and sing aloud,
The compliments that made me proud,
The times you’ve made me laugh and cry,
The way the hours with you sail by,
The conversations late at night,
The wonders that we jointly write
In escalating inspiration
And joy in our collaboration…
Adventures that we daydream of,
Understanding, trust, and love.
Alas, but I was doomed to fail —
It simply got too large to mail!
Bittersweet memoriesBittersweet memories6 years ago in Open More Like This
I've flipped through old photographs today.
Photographs of a soul in the making
taken by music notes
that took me so high
and dragged me too low.
Those scattered teenage memories
of fear and pain and love and empathy,
warming the soul
that grew colder
by the time I grew.
The Time seperated me from myself.
Everything's turning upside down now
at the view
of the songs I used to sing
and the man I used to love.
Catch a Killer, Chapter 1Chapter 1Catch a Killer, Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a dead body in the water and it wasn't my fault.
It hadn't been my idea to go to the swimming pool late at night in spite of the fact that breaking and entering was generally very much my forte. My best friend and often co-conspirator was the instigator of the trouble this time; he insisted that this was his last chance to go swimming before either the police or his wanderlust caught up with him and so I went with him. Likely out of pure nostalgia or a combination of that and pity, but I went. It was laughably easy to break inside of the community pool; the locks on it were meant to keep out teenage vandals, not two people who had been breaking in and out of government facilities and museums since the tender age of sixteen.
My friend hit the water first and the resounding splash made me shake my head and chuckle a little. I slid in after him and contemplated the dark shadows of the water rippling across an only half lit ceiling. There was something decidedly freeing
Hey Roxas Chpt 1Hey RoxasHey Roxas Chpt 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(A.N. Before you read the story, please be sure to read the description first. To avoid unpleasant surprises. Thank you.^^)
In a kingdom far, far away, called Twilight Kingdom, lived a small boy named Roxas. He lived with his mother and father, their lives peaceful. That is until the mother fell ill and died when Roxas was only 3 years old. The father still grieving, raised his boy to the age of five when he married again. His new wife, Larxene looked beautiful and caring enough. She even had two other boys Roxas's age, Tidus and Hayner. On the boy's 5th birthday, his father became ill and he too passed away. Then, the stepmother began showing her true colors, as well as her sons. Bitterly jealous of Roxas's angelic beauty, she forced him to do the chores around the house. His step brothers ordered him to do their own chores and soon he was the family's maid. He did everything from scrubbing the floors, waxing the stairs, beating the rugs, doing the mopping, the
Types of AngelsSERAPHIMTypes of Angels4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Meaning: Fiery, Burning
Description/Functions: Positioned above the Throne of GOD
Constantly praise and worship GOD
Act as agents of cleansing and Holiness
Essay: Accidental PredatorAccidental PredatorEssay: Accidental Predator5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Real vampires don't sparkle," is the uniting battle-cry of the anti-Twilight series movement. Long-time fans of the vampire fantasy genre all tend to agree that vampires are blood-sucking, night-stalking, sun-fearing, semi-immortal fiends of incalculable strength and power. The drop-dead-sexy definition isn't a foreign idea either. Yet when these defining items come together in the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer, vampire lovers all over the world have risen up in protest. The mere mention of the series seems an affront to the vampire subject in question. After over a century's worth of exposure to Dracula-stylized vampires, the introduction of this new, different vampire has divided the literary culture. 1
In an attempt to pacify those masses that harbor distaste for Twilight and the subsequent series, here is presented a solution to the controversial issue at hand: the "vampires" in Meyer's Twilight are not vampire
Attack on Titan according to FacebookAttack on Titan according to Facebook10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) Jaeger has friended Hanji Zoë, Erwin Smith and 5 others.
Hanji Zoë has tagged (Y/n) Jaeger in her status
'Finally how long does it take to accept a friend request?'
Jean Kirschtein, Connie Springer, Erwin Smith and 10 others like this
(Y/n) Jaeger: Shut up Hanji Eren limits my Internet access -__-
Eren Jaeger: Do not
(Y/n) Jaeger: Do so
Mikasa Ackerman: Both of you stop acting like children!
Eren Jaeger: sorry Mikasa
Reiner Braun: whipped
Hanji Zoë: Hey I want to talk to (Y/n) not you guys!
Eren Jaeger: Ouch
(Y/n) Jaeger: Go bother Horseface Eren
Jean Kirschtein: Fuck you Jaeger
Levi Ackerman has joined facebook
Erwin Smith, Petra Ral, Bertholdt Hoover and 2 others like this
Hanji Zoë: Hey why won't you accept my friend request Shorty?
Levi Ackerman: I don't like you
Erwin Smith: Why want you accept mine?
Levi Ackerman: Same reason
(Y/n) Jaeger: Why did you accept mine then?
Hanji Zoë: Awwwwwwwww Shorty has a crush!
Levi Ackerman: Shut the fuck up shitty
Polishing VenusI wear a blue plastic retainer at night. It's painful, tight on my teeth, as if my mouth has outgrown it. I don't put it in often enough, so the shape of my jaw twists and changes, until I remember how much I despised braces and consent to slip it in, and I lie awake at night, loathing the imperfection of my teeth and the ache that pulses there as my mouth readjusts to the wires and plastic that force my jaw into the correct position.Polishing Venus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wear glasses too ugly things, dark maroon on top, with a thin, squishy plastic wire on bottom instead of another rim. Not many people know I have them. When I was a kid, I had the rimless kind some part of me believed them to be less noticeable. I'd pop the lenses out and tell my father I slipped on the gravel at recess so I could get away with days without the slippery plastic ridge balanced on my nose, and the glances I got for being the only nine-year-old with glasses. Nowadays, I use contacts, and I slip my glasses case under my pillow
Let Your Daughter Be a PirateLet your daughter be a pirateLet Your Daughter Be a Pirate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
if she asks for a wooden sword
help her build her ship from empty boxes
and sail the vast backyard
because a box doesn’t only
have to store dead dreams
and she is so much more
than just a vessel.
Let your daughter be Robin Hood,
if she wants to be an anarchist,
a hero, a rebel, a rogue,
give her bows, and arrows,
let her fight for the plight of poorer folk
because Robin isn’t just a boy’s name.
Let your daughter be a princess
locked in a tower so high
let her be her own prince,
don’t tell her to wait for a hundred years,
let her swing from her own hair
and grasp her own freedom.
Let your daughter be whatever she wants
especially when she’s young
and you’ll be enamoured by
the woman she becomes.
God Was There When I was alone and cryingGod Was There4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God was there
When I was distraught and without hope
God was there
When they talked about me
And made me feel worthless
God was there
When they called me stupid
And said I wasn't good enough
God was there
God was there
When I was alone
And wanted to die
God was there
When no else was
If Richard Was My BoyfriendIf Richard Was My Boyfriend10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If Richard Was My Boyfriend
If Richard was my boyfriend
he would be so in love with me!
He would tell me each and everyday
that I am just so pretty!
He would buy me lots of really cute things
like flowers, teddies and candy
And he also really wouldn't mind,
If I got it on with Paulie
Oh the fun Richard and I would have
each and every day!
Walks on the beach, strolls in the park,
I'll show everyone Rammstein's not gay!
He would go play shows
and I would tag along!
I'd get that one "special backstage pass"
(Oh yeah! I'll get to see that shlong!)
Not only that!
BUT HIS ASS IS PHAT!
I'll get to check out that pristine chest!
I'll rub him all over
so he gets nice and hot
And he just knows
Which is my "one special spot"
Of course I'll know
That he's super romantic and stuff
because he really will love me,
and I'm all about that sorta fluff
He'll enjoy picking me lots of pretty flowers,
they'll be purple, pink and red
And he will wrap each one up in a bow
And lay them on my bed
And I will bou
Geographical Profile: MossterraGeographical Profile: MossterraGeographical Profile: Mossterra11 months ago in Settings More Like This
IN BRIEF: Mossterra is a subcontinent characterized by stormy weather and a temperate rainforest biome. As the name suggests, the place is covered with an assortment of giant moss plants.
ECOLOGY: The flora consists of Precambrian plants (ferns, fern trees, etc) as well as large Xenomoss plants and a diverse array of fungal species. The flora consists of a variety of millipede-like Arthropoda, large cockroaches (yes, convergent evolution often leads to similar species for certain niches), a variety of aggressive mollusks, as well as a number of flying insects, none of which play a role in flower-based pollination. There are also some predatory flying jellyfish-like creatures as well as starglazers. The waterways have placoderms (armored fish) but there are no amphibious vertebrates.
NATURAL HISTORY: Mossterra was originally an underwater subcontinent before pushing westward and emerging as a terrestrial bio
Carnival"Welcome to the most fun place on Earth!"...the banner at the entrance says, torn and weathered. The tollbooth stands at attention, its duties ongoing despite dusty windows and a cobweb riddled door. A skeleton asleep inside holds two last tickets marked "All Day Pass!!", its head and hands rest upon the lone shelf, bleached from the dusky sun.Carnival4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of carnie music can be heard still, slow and haunting as it echoes out across a barren wasteland of rides and entertainment. The most prominent is the sounds of the large Merry Go Round. Its horses weathered, the wood they're made from slowly rotting as the paint peels off from the Summer heat and Winter cold. It spins lazily as the horses slowly rise and fall. Gears creak and grind.
The faint sweet smell of cotton candy wafts through the air and a cone of the spun sugar rests on the dusty ground near a carnie game. "Knock the bottles down, win a prize!!" Dirty teddy bears with their eyes missing and missing arms and legs and snouts st
19 Years OldI was just nineteen years old19 Years Old3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart of an ox
I will die before I collapse
A coward I am not
2: Elle's EscapeMias stared at Elle's sleeping form beside him. She hadn't moved all nighthe knew because he hadn't moved all night either. He was still lying back against the headboard, watching her steady breathing and enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her lacy white bra. He had stripped her out of the gown she had been wearing, wanting her to be comfortable as she slept, confused as to why he cared about her comfort at all. His grin widened as her chest rose, deciding that caring about whether or not Elle was comfortable had to be the best damn idea he ever had.2: Elle's Escape4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sunlight poured through the open window, a slant of light cutting across the bed and Elle's creamy white legs. Mias adjusted himself on the bed, and Elle shifted slightly before going still once more.
She would be awake soon, and Mias was suddenly aware that he had been lying on the bed in his clothes. He tried to smooth the wrinkles in his slacks and shirt, sighing with frustration when he realized not only was he a w
to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herselfto map sunrises...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometimes the ends of the earth means
Africa or one city over. that it's okay to be afraid of
I will tell my daughter that life is teetering across
the bridge, that the panic building in her chest is okay;
that good love is waiting on the other side; that better
love is holding her hand; and that the best love is her own
voice in the back of her mind, saying "
Snow QueenSnow Queen2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I find thee all in ice ensnared,
the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,
trapped in a wet and wintry grave -
the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?
They brought you here, their souls enslaved.
The altar where your minions prayed -
a brilliant diadem of ice,
the offering that your cold heart craved.
They linger here whilst you entice
their frozen limbs as sacrifice.
Their wizened hands by you declared
the chosen few who paid your price
that gay kid-that gay kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she started a girl with pink dresses,
dirty white sandals and rustled hair she'd pull down
before she even left the door.
she hates the lace, the way it pulls on her shoulders
and droops a tulip over her hips and down her legs.
but she braves through it, because mommy says so.
she's mommy's girl, a girl who did what she said instead
or whatever she wanted to. she's mommy's girl,
a girl who wore dresses and attended parties with
the same dolly she cried for when she got it for her birthday.
it's medieval day- the biggest day of preschool,
like a prom for little whores and cute business men.
paige, do you want to be a knight or a princess? she asks.
i want to be a knight.
no, you don't.
i want to be a knight.
don't be silly.
but i want to be a knight.
but you're a pretty princess, she says.
the girls call her stupid.
she sits on the cardboard castle steps, a cone hat on her head.
a sparkling strand runs down her shoulders, over her hair. she pulls.
the grown u