The Valkyrie and the Admiral"But Admiral, you really can't pass up an opportunity such as this!" cried out the bronze Sergeant-at-Arms.The Valkyrie and the Admiral4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was following quickly on the heels of Admiral Lionus Blackwing as they left the Admiral's guestroom on the capitol grounds. The Admiral fastened the jacket flap on his chest as one of his honor guards quietly shut the door behind them.
"Gaius, like I've told you before, I have no intention of seeking the position of Consul. I do not desire nor crave that sort of power, nor am I what you call an expert in the battlefield of politics," the Admiral muttered, striding in a confident manner down the Citadel's balcony walkway over the cliff-side of the capitol's ocean harbor below, "I'm content with my lot in life as being a humble soldier and servant of the Senate and People of the Republic."
The Admiral uniform which he wore was snow white with black and gold trimmings along the cuffs and lining, with a golden decorative cord. Golden yello
Demon and the girl 2From the outside, it looked like a small animal was trying to head butt the door open without the benefit of thumbs- inaudibly and slowly. She half expected there to be a trap of some kind waiting for her on the other side- perhaps she would be incinerated to a crisp upon exiting the room. Or perhaps the minute she left was the minute he'd appear, claiming in a horridly triumphant voice that she'd shown her true colours- and he was now going to punish her for trying to escape. Even as these scenarios swirled round in her head, even as she heard a fake demon lord's wicked cackle in her imagination, with his exaggerated clawed hands raised and his body surrounded by fire, the girl's pelvis ached from her need to urinate.Demon and the girl 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"U-um, hello?" the girl called out to the air, thinking that perhaps the demon lord could hear everything, like an omnipotent power. But she received no response. "M-my Lord?" she called again, waiting a few moments before fretting. "I'm sorry-!" she whispered int
Growing Upit seems that by now I’ve been diagnosedGrowing Up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a mild case of weightlessness, mindless
drifting past empty homes and the emptier people
that purchased them. I remember conversations
with you about existentialism
and the almost intricate fabric of my mind and
everything in between, and you-- the way you
paused before making a point as
the words defined themselves in your head:
I remember the day I told you I was God.
Creator of all things unimportant, trapped
in the body of a girl with nothing left to give, you
it must be a beautiful place
inside your head, with a world
that revolves around hope and expectations
the way it was supposed to; all
storybook-perfect like the
wars promise we’ll one day
[I’d like to think that every great leader
once cried themselves to sleep wondering
if they’d ever mean anything and
did things to stand out like smoking
or drinking or pretending to be someone
they’re not and every morning they’d tilt
Until My Dying DayIf I had two last breaths, I would use one to inhale, and the other to say your name one last time.Until My Dying Day2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And that's my pathetic story.
I'm so in love with you, it's embarrassing. I'm so in love with you it hurts.
But it gets even worse than that. There is no hope for us. You're up there. Me? I only work down here beneath you, your humble servant. You're experienced in love, and I'm afraid of it. You think we're friends, but I wish it could be more. You think I am devoted to another, but really it is just to get closer to you.
You're weak, unmotivated, and lazy, and I hate you. You'd rather have fun than work hard. You like to get by the easy way. You leave the braver things to other men. I want to smack you; I want to wake you up! I want to watch your eyes bug out when I show you this letter!
But actually, I'll just crumple it up once I'm done. And I'll continue serving you patiently, achingly. Waiting for the day my courage comes along. I'll always love you, I think. And y
Demon and the girl... ...The demon was sitting against a wall, sat comfortably in the night on the ledge of one of the walls surrounding his castle. He admired the night sky and the full moon, and the shadows whom moved silently- invisible in the dark.Demon and the girl... ...7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And then his peace was shattered instantly by a piercing scream.
He looked down away from the sky casually to see a shadow running over the landscape below, reeking of fear and exhaustion- the stench of a mortal filled his nostrils. His sharp red eyes looked ahead to her pursuers- and a smile formed in the corner of his mouth.
Kanine beasts covered black with three glowing red eyes and long snapping whiskers. Claws with which to tear apart flesh and bone.
The footsteps of her fleeing stopped and were replaced by close panicked breathing.
She could run no further, blocked and trapped by a wall that seemed to span for miles in both directions. She could only run to the left or right for a minute or two at the most before being caught- and eaten
Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the doorDeath Takes Two Sugars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
regret in seven stagesi. attractionregret in seven stages2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my negativity finally
found something beautiful,
charged up like a bipolar
thunderstorm waiting to come
(you were everything
i ever wanted and i
was entirely selfish) then
like the way our smiles blended
perfectly together and how we’d sway
to rhythms that never existed;
your eyes were a springtime day
decades before we were born and
happiness became an instinct
instead of a defense [until]
like a jail sentence worn
around the neck. spine
contorted and screaming
bound too quickly by the uns
and nots and fear you never
quite kept at bay, we were
guilty of so much but
wrongly convicted because
iv. i was not meant for this
and every tear i shed was
another prick to your heart,
my darling voodoo doll, you didn’t
decipher the warnings, oh sweetie
v. natural disasters
predictable and uncompromising,
earthquakes rent your fragile
ecosystem and floods made it
even harder to breathe.
Jack the Ripper"Hello miss," he says with a smile,Jack the Ripper4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'd like to buy your company, if only for a while."
"It won't be cheap.", she replied with a grin.
He takes her in arm and they leave the inn.
They stroll for a bit until they arrive
At the destination where her buisness did thrive.
She made her advance but he did deny.
He unveils his knife, she lets out a cry.
Turning to run, she had no success.
Her warm living body, now a bloody mess.
The slashing and stabbing, feeding his murderous thirst.
He slips away still hungry, she's only the first.
Presence of a Splinter cellI am the the shadow that follows you.Presence of a Splinter cell11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the air that moves around you.
I am the darkness that engulfs you.
I am the corner of your eyes.
I am the feeling of uncertainty.
I am that which you misplaced.
I am the elevator that closes behind you.
I am the glitch in the camera.
I am the scent that can\'t be hunted.
I am the ghost in the machine.
I am the light switch.
I am the valve.
I am life.
I am death.
I am the last line of defence.
I am the 5th Freedom.
I am not here.
My Name is Sam Fisher.
I am the Splinter Cell.
RipperJack the Ripper,Ripper10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come to me,
Perge the world,
Slash the throats,
Of those who lie,
Send their spirits,
To the sky.
Stop them at,
The pearly gates,
For now you heart,
Is full of hate.
Jack the Ripper,
Come to me,
Save me from,
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt,
It renders my thoughts both dark and cracked...
For if any other were to find her,
They would wield her as a weapon.
They would have no need for inspiration.
Creative thought would be an utter simplicity:
Leaving a perfect world, without opportunity...
Indeed I could never share such a thing.
Jealousy leaves me ugly, but still I c
All Deathnote RulesEntering NamesAll Deathnote Rules6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The human whose name is written in this note shall die. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the subject's face in mind when writing his/her name. This is to prevent people who share the same name from being affected.
The Death Note will not ever affect a victim whose name has been misspelled four times.
When the same name is written in two or more Death Notes, the Note which was used first will take effect, regardless of the time of death.
If the same name is written in two or more Death Notes within 0.06 seconds, the entry is regarded as simultaneous; the Death Notes will not take effect and the individual will not die.
If a Death Note owner accidentally misspells a person's name four times, that person will be free from being killed by the Death Note. However, if the Death Note owner intentionally misspells the name four times, the owner will die.
The Death Note will not take effect if a victim's name is written on several different pages. Howev
Grave RosesDon't rest roses on my grave,Grave Roses2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
trail of bouquet that you pave.
Vibrant death, ignorantly conveyed,
leading too, my buried cave.
What flowers, my love, have you brought today?
Soil in dead eyes, all to grainy.
Memory waning, soon to forget.
A bold quartet, pedals of debt.
Ah, a rose?
Don't mask your woe, we both know,
I am gone, grown so cold.
Fading marrow, in my bones.
Corpse alone, parted soul.
May I love, be so bold?
let your heart bleed,
forever sorrow, forever grieve.
Let me be.
And on my grave, let grow weeds.
Don't rest roses on my grave.
The Ultimate Showdown (The Gallery Edition)Old Vincezilla was hopping aroundThe Ultimate Showdown (The Gallery Edition)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Round the gallery like a big playground
When suddenly Valon burst from the shade
And hit Vincezilla with a mallet to the face
Vincezilla got pissed and began to attack
But didnt expect to be blocked by Zakk
Who proceeded to open up a can of Zakk-fu
Then Emmanuel came out of the blue
Then he started hitting Zakk with wounds he couldnt heal
Then they both got flattened by Zacks left heel
Before they could work out how the hell to behave
Mr. Top Hat came out of his grave
Vince and Zakk wondered what the hell was under his hat
Then he started firing spells with a rat-a-tat-tat
Then he ran out of powers and he ran away
Because the red fox Scorer came to save the day
This is the ultimate showdown
(A showdown in the gallery)
Good guys, bad guys and some paintings
(as far as the eye can see)
And only one will get out
(I wonder who it will be)
This is the ultimate showdown
(A showdown in the gallery)
Vincezilla said to Scorer Your soul i
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bonesPoetry,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
Nuclear bomb.So onceNuclear bomb.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to tell you that
alone, I was like a
nuclear bomb, but you
were my powerplant
and my boron rods and
you were what kept me
from blowing up; Your
chocolate eyes crinkled
at the corners and your
lips parted into a smile
but you looked on down
the hallway and I could
tell it didn't mean anything
to you; You say you love
my rants, but most of the
time, I don't think you
have a clue of what I'm
talking about; And today
I sure as hell feel like
a nuclear explosion.
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
Watched it burnKing being murdered upon the throneWatched it burn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
Too bad you sat back and watched it burn...
ExpirationWith you I always feel like I’mExpiration1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to break in the wrong size of shoes.
Sometimes I sit and stew
over how you’re seventeen and
you think I’m a princess
the trapped-in-a-tower kind
and how you wear suits and talk about politics
and think you know the world.
My throat interrupts with an affronted gurgling sound
sometimes when I think about you,
you deal out advice where it just isn’t called for
you quote science-fiction to justify war
and you’re seventeen years old and you think I’m a princess
and you just have no blooming idea.
Darling, one of these days I will tell you my mind
But until then we’ll never fit
I’m afraid –
that even after that day
you’ll still be trimmed hedges and
Quick Guide: Story OrganizingA Quick Guide to Organizing Your Fantasy/Sci-Fi NovelQuick Guide: Story Organizing4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'm going to try and briefly cover World Building specifically for Fantasy and Science Fiction (though it will apply in general to any setting), both major and minor Characters, and some basics of Timeline here. I am not going to walk you step by step through how to write your own story, but you should (hopefully) get some useful tips out of this.
I never used to organize my novels before I started writing. I have so many stories in my head, I would just pick one and start writing. I didn't have trouble keeping to the same details of a given character because I knew them so well. But after taking such a long break from writing Missing Puzzle Pieces, I really needed to do some serious work. I don't remember all the details I had in my head back when I started... in fact, I've completely forgotten the original ending. For those of you who don't know my story, which starts
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
DeathI'll find you...Death9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In your last hour...
I'll find you...
Don't worry, i won't get lost...
I know the way...
I always know the way...
I'll save you...
Through pain and suffering...
I'll save you...
You're asking for what and why?
There is no answer...
I'm the eternal judge...
I'm your destiny...