Sunset - Chapter 4: EclipseDeep in the heart of the Everfree Forest, maybe less than half a mile from the rotting castle at its heart, sat a large pond that sparkled in the noon-time sun. Creatures of all sizes and shapes idled by the cool water that day, the oppressive heat at its height.Sunset - Chapter 4: Eclipse5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A low roar sounded from above the pond, compelling the creatures to look towards the sky at the incoming threat. Birds took flight as the animals on the ground ran away, almost as if they could sense the torrent of distress coming their way. The roar became steadily louder, a purple point on the horizon growing in size and ferocity. Any creature that had not fled by then sealed its fate.
In an instant, the once placid pond erupted with a bang, a huge jet of water piercing into the sky as the lavender streak struck into the heart of the body. Large waves crested out from the source as if the edges of the trapped liquid were the mighty ocean itself. Those animals that did not flee were swept away by the inland tidal wave, back o
misdirectedI’mmisdirected3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapped back in time like
a sinner on something sweet;
don’t ask me to move on
kaleidoscope eyes never knew left
from right. I’m different, I’m different;
bleeding white and crying black and
flying out in a storm with paper wings)
I fell in love with a broken idol--
bruised throat and splintered fingers,
the most beautiful shade of purple
to ever fade out. He never knew
maybe I’m dumb.
maybe I forgot the way the world spins backwards
and that happy endings only come from fairytales
rewritten so that children can fall asleep.
in all my years I never quite learned
how to disappear completely,
this sickly escapism justified by the
promise of all my missing pieces:
a runaway’s prayer on shooting stars,
oh, please just take me
Sunset - Epilogue: Redemption Someday, in the distant future, the events of that day would have two different names, depending on who you asked, or what book you read. To most of Equestria, it would be known as 'The Battle at Canterlot', while in the small town of Ponyville, it would be known as 'The Reckoning.' Neither of the names chosen for the whole fiasco were wrong, but neither did they get across how seriously it impacted history. For the first time, a commoner was put into a position of absolute authority over the country.Sunset - Epilogue: Redemption5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A couple of days after that pivotal event found the new princess cooped up in her old dorm room, hidden as best as she could under the covers. The sudden increase in size, and lack of new blankets left the goddess exposed to the bitterly warm glow of the sun... her sun. She fought the temptation to just turn it off and stop that tantalizingly warm orb from haunting her with the memories of that day: a day she would never forget.
Why had she done that? W
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
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That I brushed my teeth
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So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
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I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
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The BridgeThe Bridge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Newtown: simple solutions?Every citizen, lobbyist, and organization seems to have their own idea of a plan that will somehow put an end to tragedies like the Newtown shooting. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing people talk like their plan will end the violence and erase tragedy from the country. It won't. Here is a quick run-down of the most common ideas and why none of them are a final answer.Newtown: simple solutions?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
-Give all teachers guns to protect the students
While having an armed gunman in almost every room would certainly make it more difficult for a killer to go on a prolonged rampage, it would open a whole host of problems. While teachers could be trained in gun usage, not all of them would be comfortable or competent with a weapon. All of the background checks in the world won't protect schools from getting an occasional bad seed in the system. With hundreds of thousands of guns carriers in the school every day, a few are bound to abuse the privilege. Of course, there would be
Pitch's return ch.16Chapter 16Pitch's return ch.163 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pitch and Jack landed on a rooftop in a city in California. As soon as they touched ground the boy jumped off and stepped away from the nightmare. "I hate riding those things!"
Pitch dismounted and the nightmare disappeared. "I can tell. Your fear was making her very hard to control."
"I wasn't afra-"
"Yes you were." The Nightmare King laughed.
Jack stuck out his tongue before turning away from Pitch. "Maybe I should go hang out with someone else instead."
Thinking quick, Pitch grabbed Jack's staff. "Not without your staff."
"HEY! Give it back!" The guardian jumped to try and grab it back, but Pitch held it above his head, laughing all the while. "Pitch gimme it!" Jack hopped onto Pitch's back in hopes of reaching it, but the boogeyman held it out forward.
"If you can get it you can have it Jack!" Pitch managed to say through his constant laughter.
Jack climbed onto Pitch's shoulders and leaned over to reach his staff, but lost his balance and fell back onto
RotG: Super Psycho Love Chp. 8Chapter: 8/10RotG: Super Psycho Love Chp. 83 years ago in Romance More Like This
Word Count: 1176
Pairings: BlackIce, Bed
Warnings: Possible OOC, unbeta-ed, Yaoi/BoyXBoy/Gayness, Angst, Embarrassment
AN: Hai, gaiz~! More postes, and moar sadness. D; Jack’s a bit more ‘himself’, now. 8D I’mma LORD. Holycraps. 8D
AN: oh noes, ze drama llama has returned! Lord Daisy is killing me x3 I meant 'Lord,,, Daisy' xD don't get too excited. ... *starts wailing disney songs*
Chapter Eight: Calling You Brings Apprehension
It had been weeks, now, since Joey had left, and it had been hard on Red and Buck. Red, often, spent his time sleeping in Buck’s bed, or crying... And it had been grating on Jack’s nerves. The boy had tried all he could to get stupid Pitch to notice him, again, and the man was just... Blowing him off! Even when he went for punishment, it was like Pitch was just trying to drive him crazy. He was going to do something soon...
Buck held Red tight as he sobbed against
Bloodied lips, bloodless bodyCoffin lid discardedBloodied lips, bloodless body2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ASP infoPlease note that none of this is meant to be taken super seriously I'm just having fun and bulshitting a lot of stuff in the process This is still a work in progress and I am constantly working to make it make more sense and be less lame.ASP info3 years ago in Settings More Like This
History and general information
Already a long-standing institution by the time of the current events, ASP was originally simply a scientific research organization. Although it had always been fairly secretive and low-key about its purposes and achievements, after Project 00X181 went belly-up, it quickly became even more covert and underground. Tasked with taking care of the aftermath of Project 00X181, it developed a militant fraction, which soon took the main stage.
ASP is a privately owned and funded organization. It has no (official) ties to the government. The owner and funder of the organization is unknown and unseen, referred to only as the Director" by the members.
Field Commander Lauren Harris is in charge of all real w
MoonlightWe only got caught once.Moonlight3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were about thirty of us at Madelyn Cartwright’s orphanage, the youngest only three and the oldest seventeen. Ella and I were in the middle, young enough to still hope that our parents would show up one day, but old enough to know deep down inside that we were on our own. It was awkward and we were best friends, and that was our life.
Madelyn’s house had a giant staircase that split into two smaller ones when it met the window in the wall. In the middle of the night, the moon would shine through the window and onto the landing, illuminating the stairs with a sort of eerily pale glow. I know this because sometimes, at night, when everyone else was asleep, Ella would sneak out of the girls’ dormitory and I would sneak out of the boys’ and we would meet on that little landing, the moonlight making us look like ghosts.
Sometimes we talked, about Ella wanting to be a nurse and me wanting to be a writer, about our parents and what we thou
Russia x Reader - The Midnight ManRussia x Reader - The Midnight Man3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The candle is your only protection…
You start to write, slowly carving your full name on the paper with deep, navy ink. Your hands shake, though not because of the curiosity or paranoia that begins to swell up in your stomach, but in pure excitement.
He is a being of darkness. He has always existed, hiding in the darkness of one’s heart, all of our dark, twisted thoughts are all his sick doing; The Midnight Man.
You finish scripting your name, emphasising your growing agitation by smacking your pen on the paper at the end of your name, creating a big, slightly smudged, but plump full-stop.
Then you turn to the instructions upon your computer screen, nodding at words but straining to see the literature as the laptop’s screens fluorescent light burned white beams into your own eyes. You grab your dad’s pocket knife that you found in your kitchen, and carefully dragged the sharp bloodthirsty edge across your delicate skin, as if to deliver judgment, a common gestu
Commission: Mischievous Mother"I'M LEAVING!" Chibiusa yelled as she searched for her keys in the brightly lit kitchen. She stopped her rustling to listen for her mother, Usagi's, answer.Commission: Mischievous Mother4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Usagi?" She repeated, but there was no returning call. She huffed and went back to looking for her keys. As she searched aimlessly for them, outside in the driveway, her mother was hard at work.
"Teehee! Chibiusa won't like this!" she sang to herself as she strung a steel chain around the bumper of Chibiusa's cute red car with silver accents. She mischievously moved the other loose end of the chain back around the end of her own car. She giggled and patted the pocket of her jean shorts where Chibiusa's keys were hidden. Sneaking back in through the garage door, she dropped the keys by the front door and arranged them to look casual. She then strode innocently into the kitchen towards the fridge.
Chibiusa turned as she heard Usagi enter, and glared at her as she rummaged through the food.
"Usagi! Didn't you hear me calling to you?"
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enoughNaPoWriMo: Day 63 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love her skin on good days,
to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness
in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
Prussia BabysitsPrussia BabysitsPrussia Babysits4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"~Ve! But Luddy I don't want to go to the meeting." The auburn Italian whined. "~Ve. I need to stay home with Aksel!" Italy was holding his 9 month old son in his arms. Aksel turned his blue eyes onto his mother. The baby had no idea why his Mama was so upset, so he patted Italy's face with a tiny hand.
"Feli! You haven't been to a meeting since Aksel was born." Germany glared at the Italian. "You need to go to this meeting!"
"~Ve! We need someone to stay home with him! Aksel's too tiny to be left by himself!" Italy protested. Aksel looked up again at the sound of his name. Germany continued to glare at Italy with his icey blue eyes.
"Mein bruder lives in this house too. He can vatch Aksel vhile ve're gone." Germany said. Prussia looked up from his spot on the couch.
"What was that, West?" Prussia called. Germany took Aksel from Italy's arms. The baby smiled and patted the side of his Germany's face. Aksel spotted the iron cross hanging from the chain &
It's Just CandyIt's Just Candy3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You tried balancing the handful of grocery bags as you stumbled up to your front porch. Placing some of the bags on the ground you grabbed your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the ceramic door. You grabbed the bags that you had previously placed down. You used your foot to open the door, grabbing the keys with your teeth. Once inside your house, you kicked the door shut and walked over to the kitchen counter.
You let out a sigh of relief as you placed the groceries down. You took the keys out from your clenched teeth and shoved them back into your pocket. You began to unpack the many green bags, placing the items in their designated spot. You were just finishing putting away the last bag of groceries when you heard a yelp of pain coming from down the hall. Placing down the yellow boxes that were you in your hand on the counter; you began to run towards the location of the yelp.
You ran down the long narrow hall of your shared house all the way to the living room. Peering inside th
First Person 4First Person 4First Person 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rain blurs my vision as I make my way down the deserted country path. Honestly, out in the dark in the middle of fucking nowhere miles from anyone in an attempt to meet some mysterious figure I know nothing about is the last place I want to be while being hunted like an animal by some demonic entity.
Head bowed against the wind, I traipse through the mud towards my destination, a house; presumably the residence of my online contact, situated in a village on the outskirts a main town. Unfortunately, I've had to walk from the town.
I keep thinking I see it; the white face in the tree line or among the bushes, only to double take and see nothing but leaves and branches. My mind is playing tricks on me.
I’m on the high street now, it’s deserted. After walking a few blocks, I reach a small house set apart from the others by trees on each side. Checking over
A Mouthful of SandThere's sand in his mouth.A Mouthful of Sand5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He's not sure why there's sand in his mouth - hell, he's not sure of anything at the moment, beside the fact that he seems to be alive (and even that's up for debate) - but sand in his mouth there most definitely is, coating his teeth and tongue in a gritty metallic-tasting sludge that he realises, with an odd sort of detachment, tastes a good deal more like blood than it would probably be expected to.
So, he thinks, after a moment's hazy contemplation, there's blood in his mouth.
This puts a new spin on things.
For a start, the blood has to come from somewhere (unless it's someone else's, which makes the whole situation suddenly a whole fuckton more problematic).
He probes the inside of his mouth cautiously with his tongue and, to his surprise, finds a definite lack of missing teeth or open wounds. The inside of his bottom lip appears to be split slightly, however, and a tentative attempt to breathe through his nose reveals the source of the re
AgainForever perceiving tunnel visionAgain3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lost in everyday traditions
Composing nonsensical renditions
To explain the thoughts within
Always falling backwards
Into the deepening abyss
Looking to the sky to find
The meaning in the myth
Our second chance. DirkxJake Ch.1Our second chance. DirkxJake Ch.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
====> Be jungle boy on the first day.
First day of school. Okay, English, you can do this…
Oh what was he kidding? He was going to a new school- an actual school!- for the first time since…well…ever! Living on an island off the coast of Australia really wasn’t the best situation to be in to make friends and apart of normal society. Now though, things would work out well- he’d make new friends, take actual classes, all that jazz. Sure, he’d miss the assorted beasts on the island, and nana, but he’d be back during the holidays to see them.
For now though, he just namely had to worry about getting out of his dorm on time. He readjusted his shirt, looking himself over in the mirror once more. He heard a knock- more like a slam really- on the bathroom door, his roommate yelling at him to ‘hurry the fuck up’. He really wondered where the kid got his manners…
Jake left the bathroom after, unsuccessfully, trying to flatten h
60 Ways to Survive a Horror MovieHow to Survive a Horror Movie60 Ways to Survive a Horror Movie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Do not have sex. Having sex is basically signing your own death certificate.
2. If you're either blond, big boobed, refuse to wear a bra, or all of the above, you're going to get killed, usually when you're fucking your boyfriend (who will also be killed, might I add.)
3. Never joke around and play pranks, because when you're really in trouble no one will believe you or care.
4. Don't go to the toilet at night, especially if it's an outside one, or if you're wear no or minimal clothes.
5. Same goes for showers, whether they're outside or not. Not only will you be unable to defend yourself, you will also die naked, which can be kinda embarrassing, and awkward for whoever finds you. Besides, who knows what the killer does with the body… *Shudder*
6. If you're running away, which you will be, make sure you're wearing proper shoes. High heels or bare feet usually end up in tears. And blood. A lot of blood.
7. Also, if you're running, never look beh
Entry 11Entry 11Entry 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s been a week since my stalkers last attack. I haven’t caught so much as a glimpse of it in that time. I think it’s backed off now that I have a recollection of an encounter with it. However, I don’t expect this to last; it is another ‘calm before the storm moment’, I can feel it. It has also surprised and intrigued me as to why I have been left alone for such a long period of time. Surely my increased knowledge of it makes me more of a threat to its anonymity and mystery? I would have thought that it would like to have finished me off sooner rather than later. My only theory to that would be that it doesn’t wish for my death, meaning that this torture is an attempt to extract something from me. What this thing is I have no idea; more fucking questions with no answers.
I’ve been cooped up in this small B+B kind of place the other end of town for 2 days now. In this