The Devil's DanceThe Devil's Dance7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
~Be careful when you speak your thoughts... you never know just who or what might be listening...~
The princess of the land was weeping silently by her loves bedside. For many moons, her husband-to-be, Reginar, had been sick with a deadly disease. During both the day and night, Princess Niamh watched over the prince she was to be married to. How she loved him and he loved her, but the tuberculosis was killing him. Slowly and painfully, Reginar was dying because he was choking on his own blood. No doctor could help against this lethal illness. There nothing no one could do for him. The only thing left to do was hope for a miracle.
One dark night, when the sky had no stars in sight, the princess prayed softly while she let her tears fall. Holding onto Reginars hand while he slept, she begged the heavens and the hells not to let her true love die. It was not fair that he had to be the one to go! Not her love! Not only did the angels hear her prayers
Playing At GodPlaying At God5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Erik knew that he had been playing at being God for far too long.
Everything that he had done manipulation, blackmail, seduction All in the name of Erik the Almighty. He chuckled in spite of himself. He was like the Devil, playing at God. Let's live deep down, below civilization, and never visit the great above. No, that was defiantly not his territory, at least according to Mlle. Daaé. She had thought that her fool of a lover and she would be safe from his glowing yellow eyes up, and up on the roof of the Opera House. A god, however, had hidden the beast behind his lyre. How very kind of Apollo.
And yet again here he was in his cavernous home. Alone. The Devil hadn't tempted Christ with Hell, no, the Devil had tempted Christ with all of God's domain. Well, down in his lair, Erik was God, and his domain was vast and outspanning into the whole of the Opera House. And this is what the monster had offered to the little Prima Donna.
A Tale of Two Lightyears p.1A Tale of Two Lightyears p.19 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A T A L E of T W O L I G H T Y E A R S
Sciren's Part One -
S O U L S A P A R T
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It was just another dismal, starless night for Sciren. He was perched on the same old balcony window of his clay and sandstone room staring down with the same old stony expression at the same old Seirian spaceport town. The town began to drift off to sleep as the candlelights and luxurious electric light bulbs gradually submitted to the dark night around them. Sciren gazed away from the spectacle and looked down at the broken voice-translator in his lap. In an instant, he speedily got back to repairing it in time for the last postal deliveries for the
Phantom Poem #2Phantom Poem #210 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You Shouldn't Have Said It...
I know what you said was private,
I know it wasn't meant for my ears,
and it was between him and you,
But I still heard it.
You shouldn't have said it.
I cannot help the way I look,
Nor can I change what I've become;
I can't stop wishing that there was something I could do...
But I can't stop hearing your words...
You shouldn't have said it.
"Can I ever forget that sight?!"
You said to him that night...
"Can I ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed,
it was hardly a face..."
As if I were some horrible monster...
Some terrible creature of darkness...
You may have been speaking to him,
you may have been frightened,
You shouldn't have said it...
You shouldn't have, because it's not like you've any right to criticize...
You shouldn't have...
because now I'll forever hear your words
echo in my head...
forever killing me...
You...shouldn't have said that...
The Ghost's KeeperMadame Giry was often thought of as the only person in the opera house with any sort of sense. She was very knowledgeable of not just dancing, but of managing an opera house altogether. The collection of actors, ballet rats, and stagehands thought of her as the unofficial manager as it were, and would often go to the strict Frenchwoman for advice. Naturally, she instilled this same disposition in her only child, Marguerite (who preferred to be called Meg so not to cause any confusion to any persons who didn't speak French very well.) Meg was one of the older ballerinas, and like her mother, she was a veritable rock of good sense unknown throughout the opera house. She wished the same could have been said for the girl she considered her own little sister.The Ghost's Keeper9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
When Christine first arrived at the ballet dormitories Meg found in her a kindred spirit. Both girls had lost their fathers at a young age, and both shared a love of music. Little Meg and Christine could often be found skipping ballet
In a NameFabalaIn a Name5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A father's nickname for a child
Who is to burden all his sins
Given by a friend
Who is lost to a world of glamourous facades
The revolutionist who gains nothing
And loses her purpose in the meantime
The name of a lover in the night.
A child's perspective
Turned into truth.
Bitter and hated by all
Especially by the receiver of it.
A character submitting to pretense against her will.
Or perhaps in favor of it.
The essence of wicked in the eye of the beholder.
The Holiday: Chapter Seven I could do nothing but stare numbly at the trio that was now parading around us as if we were an extremely interesting art display. This was wrong. This was very wrong, indeed. In fact, it was so wrong that I turned to Christine and (regretfully) hissed contemptuously, What in Gods name is going on here? I was under the impression that this cabin was unoccupied!The Holiday: Chapter Seven7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She bit her lipsomething she does often when she is distressed and something that, incidentally, I find quite adorableand huffed out a cloud of frozen air. I dont know, Erik, just please be polite
I am damned polite--!
The old woman scurried over to Christine and cupped her face in a pair of withered hands, her wide mouth stretching into a delighted grin.
Oh, how beautiful! Claude, look at her, what an angel! Lovely, just lovely!
Down at the Ozdust I wasn't entirely sure of the way to the OzDust Ballroom. It's not like I had ever had a reason in my life to go there, or to any dance hall, for that matter. But I headed there now, or where I thought "there" was, keeping my head down to better ignore the stares of the people I passed, and clutching the black, pointed hat in both hands. I felt as though I shouldn't be going, but the hat was as good as an invitation, wasn't it? Galinda had specifically given it to me to wear to the party.Down at the Ozdust4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Galinda. Had something changed about her? I was certain that she couldn't stand the sight of me--who could?--but this hat was the second nice thing today that she'd done for me. Well, the first was for my sister, but that as good as counted. I absolutely hated owing anything to anyone, but being indebted to Galinda...it was more than I could
More QuestionsErik was asked the following:More Questions8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1- Find the book nearest to you, go to page 18, find line 4:
"For nature crescent does not grow alone."
2- Stretch out your left arm as far as you can:
...Alright. Now what?
3- Without looking, what time is it?:
4- Now, what is the actual time?:
A minute past midnight.
5- When did you last step outside?:
Ah...it would have to be around two weeks ago. I was in dire need of a new dress shirt because Nadir knocked over a bottle of ink on the old one. Why he was snooping around my desk, I've no idea, but I promptly poured the entire bottle over his balding head. His scalp is still stained a faint gray.
6- Before you took this survey, what did you look at?:
The pile of unfinished compositions upon the writing desk.
7- What are you wearing?
A new dress shirt and trousers that are regrettably too large. I find it rather difficult to find clothing that fits properly. I'm a bit thin, you see.
8- Did you dream last night?:
No, as I di
The Holiday: Chapter FourWe set out two days later. I didnt dare voice my innumerable concerns to Christine lest I upset her. She was, after all, beside herself with excitement (why, I have no idea). When she met me outside the Rue Scribe entrance on the night of our departure, dragging a large suitcase behind her, she was giggling like a child.The Holiday: Chapter Four8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oops! she whispered with a smile, overwhelmed by a frenzy of laughter that was quite beyond me, I dropped my hat! Oh, no, its blowing away! Catch it, Erik! Catch--!
I caught the hat in one swift movement and presented it to her, watching with fascination as she blushed in the darkness.
Forgive me, she chuckled, Im acting quite unlike myself. Im just so excited!
I was expecting her to squeal and jump up and down. Mercifully, she controlled herself.
We stood before my private carriage for our journey north to that darling little village. I had used this particular coachmans services
Haiku 4 of 5 - HomeworkSuch dreaded homeworkHaiku 4 of 5 - Homework8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Why do you bother me so?
I've got friends, you know
Rapunzel Growing UpGothel bent down and lifted up the now quite heavy Rapunzel. Placing her in her little crib, she carelessly threw a small bear in with her to provide her with entertainment.Rapunzel Growing Up5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Now, you play with Teddy while Mother sweeps up, alright?" she said in a sweet tone that was actually empty of any care. This did not matter to Gothel. The child would not know any better. She walked over to where the broom was propped up on the wall and took it with both hands, then began the task of cleaning the tower. She looked forward to when Rapunzel was old enough to do this instead of her. But for now, she would have to 'grin and bear it', as the saying went. As she swept, she occasionally glanced over at Rapunzel to see what she was doing. And every time, Rapunzel's big green eyes met her own grey ones, and she smiled radiantly at the woman she thought was her mother. And every time she smiled, Gothel tore her eyes away, feeling a sense of guilt that she was not used to. The child trusted her completely..
Apollo's LyreI could positively taste the sense of urgency in the air, the frantic pulse that beat around us as we stood on the top of the world. Our fingers were desperately interlaced, palms sweating in the frigid air. Paranoia tugged at my eyes and pulled them side to side, an endless beat that gathered bile in my throat.Apollo's Lyre7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dead! Raoul cried, his brows furrowed with worry, I cant believe it, Buquet actually died! On the stage, no less! In front of an entire audience! Oh, my God
Everyone is saying it was suicide. An accident, I muttered half-heartedly. Raoul shook his head in disbelief, causing strands of his blonde hair to gently escape from the ponytail at the nape of his neck.
No, no, no! Christine, do not even attempt to convince yourself otherwise; we both know exactly what happened. Everything was too much of a coincidence the managers suddenly replacing you with Carlotta then those threatening notes the pe
The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic"Come in."The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fiyero opened the door at the sound of Elphaba's voice. He had never actually set foot inside the dorm room before – when he came to pick Galinda up for a date, she'd usually hurry to the door to meet him. He couldn't help smiling to himself. What secrets would he learn about her? Was she messy? Did she have embarrassing pictures on her walls?
There was nothing messy at all about the room, however. Galinda's side was neat, her extensive wardrobe lined up neatly in her closet, her shoes perfectly straight, and her pink, frilly bed made. Elphaba's side appeared even neater, but that was only because there wasn't much there – besides the book-lined shelves, she only had a few simple dresses.
Elphaba was sitting on her bed, absorbed in a book. She looked especially green in the lamp from her bedside table, and she didn't even honor him with a look to see who he was. "Galinda's not
Adventures of the Galactic Guardians: Chapter 1Chapter 1: Daring RescueAdventures of the Galactic Guardians: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dune Sea, Tatooine, 2:00 am
The desert cliffs gleamed in the moonlight. Tatooine’s sky seemed pretty natural now that two suns weren’t floating across it. In the center of the cliffs rested a valley, and in it, a Sith camp. The Sith had been setting up shop here for weeks and had already established a landing pad on the west side of the base. On the dark side of the cliffs thousands of feet up, hung a Galactic Guardian. That Guardian, was me.
I used my wrist computer (wristcom) to scope out the area. The device produced a holographic map of the area, revealing a large chasm on the other side of the camp and a host of battle droids on patrol.
“All set blondie?”, I spoke into my wristcom. Suddenly another Galactic Guardian rappelled from the top of the cliff. She was sleek, agile, and dressed in traditional Guardian robes. The red signified the rank of knight in the Galactic Guardians. I myself was a knight, dress
DeathNever had I seen such destruction. I have played witness to the brutal torture carried out in the prisons back in Persia and have, indeed, experienced said torture myself, but neverDeath7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was as if his house had imploded upon itself. Chairs were scattered upon the floor, lethal-looking slivers of wood jutting out from the legs that had been snapped in half. His fine loveseats had been shredded, bits of stuffing seeping out sheepishly from between tattered burgundy upholstery. Beneath a graveyard of empty and broken wine bottles, the carpets were littered with ominous red stains. The same red liquid had dried to a brown upon the walls, and ran down the stone in serpentine lines. Everywhere I looked, there was devastation. There was no beauty. This place was a wasteland. Everything was gone. Smashed. Shattered. Annihilated. Ruined. Gnarled. Broken, broken, broken!
I very nearly wept when I tripped over something large and gold, the dim candlelight dancing on its poor surface. Upon clo
AllTheThingsSheSaid-Gelphie 3As it turns out, Elphaba redeemed her 'owe you one' a few days later.AllTheThingsSheSaid-Gelphie 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"A little fog isn't going to kill you!" Challenged Galinda.
"It very well might, seeing how I can't find any of my legwarmers!"
"It's not even supposed to rain!"
"Rain, I can hide from. Humidity creeps into everything!"
"Soggy clothes aren't the end of your life! Your social status, yes. But not your LIFE!" Elphaba stood glaring for a moment, then dragged the smaller girl into their shared bathroom. She took out a hand-towel & swiftly turned the water on & off, once. She yanked the other girl closer to the sink, and gritted her teeth. When she was sure the other girl was watching she thrust her hand under the dripping faucet, holding her breath so she wouldn't let out a sound of weakness. She held her hand there for quite a while and Galinda was unsure weather to watch her unbreathing roommate, or water's effect on said girl. Af
Because I CanLAYER ONE:Because I Can8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Many: Opera Ghost, the Phantom, Angel of Music, and certain explicit names that common decency forbids me to record. You may call me Erik.
Birthplace: St. Martin de Boscherville, France
Birthday: Will you believe me if I assure you that I have absolutely no idea?
Gender: Male. I pity the woman named Erik.
Eye Color: a rather garish shade of yellow
Hair Color: Ah, you must be referring to those fine, shaggy strands that crown my head? Black, then.
Height: Six feet, four inches, I believe. Why cant you behave normally and use the metric system like everyone else?
Righty or Lefty: Hands? Left.
Zodiac Sign: Did we not discuss this previously?
Elemental Sign: Must you?
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Come now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop your laziness this instant and check the birthday question if you insist on an answer!
Your heritage: French. I believe the name Erik is Scandinavian, but as to my ancestry in this area, I have
Finale- Glinda's POVI stepped into my bubble carefully as I tried to come to terms with what had happened. Elphaba's dear monkey, Chistery, crawled over to me and handed me the Grimmie, the old book that had started everything. The book that lead her to fly above the sky and leave me for two years. What was behind the book didn't matter, I hugged the book tightly as I took flight in my bubble. The Ozians around me were happy and cheering about the death of my dear friend. "No one mourns the Wicked...Now at last, she's dead and gone. Now at last there's joy through the land..."Finale- Glinda's POV5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Joy? I wasn't feeling joy at that moment, but I was and am a public official.
"Fellow Ozians.... Friends..." I let out a light shaky laugh. I didn't usually always address them so casually. "We have been through a frighting time...And there will be other times and other things that frighten us. But if you'll let me, I'd like to try to help..." I reassured them. "I'd like to be Glinda," I paused. "The good."
Cross Country QuotesFunny Cross Country Quotes:Cross Country Quotes7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warm up? Nah, that'll just wear you out.
Just shut up and run.
It's not bragging if you back it up, which is why we never brag.
Cross Country: The worse you are, the more playing time you get!
All aboard, time to take a ride on the pain train.
We bust ours so we can kick yours!
Run like you stole something.
Running won't kill you, you'll pass out first.
Anyone can run 100 meters, it's the next 4900 that count.
If speed kills than I'm a dead man/woman.
Our workouts are a lot longer than our shorts.
Why is everyone chasing me?
It hurts up to a point, then it doesn't get any worse.
This sport would be fun if it wasn't for all the running.
If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn't be here.
We don't stretch, we like to run stiff!
Our shoes have more miles than your cars.
Cross-country - finally a good use for a golf course.
Cross Country: no substitutions, no time outs, and nobody sits the bench.
Running is a mental sport and we're all insane.
Real athletes run othe
Persephone and HadesPersephone & HadesPersephone and Hades8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He watched his opposite.
His other half.
(Goddess of the Earth who belonged in the Sun)
They truly were the more he thought about it.
(Dark sun kissed skin & dark firry red hair with leaf green eyes)
(His skin so pale & blonde hair and icy blue eyes)
She stares out with lightless eyes at the river of Styx wanting to cross it.
To go back up & stand under the warm sun where she belongs.
To talk to the flowers & watch them grow while birds sing in praise of her beauty.
Eating honeysuckles & pomegranates & drinking the finest wine.
He was selfish, but even so she would look at him love.
(Her fingers tangled in his hair when she kissed him)
She would try her best to smile at him and tell him she loved him.
Her words were like a sweet powdery lie that would melt on his tongue.
He was a selfish monster who devoured these lies in the dead of night when they were tangled together in silk and sweat.
(He always felt like he was melting when he held her at night)
She would sit n
Sarah and the Goblin King-10Sarah and the Goblin KingSarah and the Goblin King-105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sense of Loss
Sarah slowly lifted her hands, wiping the tears which were falling down her face. She didn't know what had happened, she didn't know why it had happened. Maybe Jareth didn't have faith in her, or perhaps her longing to see her family had put her in this situation.
Oddly, her room was exactly how it would have been if she'd never gone to Jareth. Even everything that she had taken with her was in its precise place. On her small desk was her ballerina figure, standing alone, as it always did. She could see the books and pens and papers that she'd brought with her on the top of her desk, scattered, as if she'd just held them the night before.
The whole situation was surreal, like waking from a long dream, except it couldn't have been a dream, for the wrapped packages sitting neatly upon her desk with a perfectly shaped crystal ball beside them.
She knew then that it hadn't been a dream
Jareth's Story - starterLabyrinth: The Goblin KingJareth's Story - starter7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I watched her run. I watched her cry out for the child. I lead him away. I turned that staircase over, inverted that doorway, twisted that path. I watched her run. Her, the girl I loved, as she ran after the child, the son I craved.
She was so beautiful. So smart and clever. So painfully, perfectly, horribly, wonderfully amazing. I had followed her, tricked her, lured her, courted her, and waited for her. Why would she not succumb? I am the Goblin King! I have the most power in my realm! How is this girl this beautiful, lovely, horrible girl defying my powers?
It was all I could do to keep the inner labyrinth from leading her too far away. And she was running right in front of me! How can a man concentrate when she is right there, running, bei