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 God4 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.
Questions_______Best________Questions7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Male friend:
I suppose Nadir could count...yes, he's certainly put up with enough.
2. Female friend:
Unfortunately, vacation-time is nonexistent at this point. I should like to travel to Egypt someday, however. History practically seeps from the walls in that city.
I shan't forget her debut gala as long as I live.
1. Time of day:
Day itself. I much prefer moonlight.
2. Day of the week:
There is a mutual dislike of Monday, no matter who you speak to. Mondays herald another week of notes, arguments, and Mlle. Carlotta's petty complaints regarding her latest poodle.
Never, I repeat, never attempt to shovel down fois gras. Ignore the hype, I beg of you: Simply refuse to eat anything that once flapped about and quacked.
I have a hefty supply to choose from.
1. Person you saw:
I believe it was Nadir...yes, it was. He demanded that I return his favorite pair of woolen s
A Tale of Two Lightyears p.1A Tale of Two Lightyears p.18 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
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 neverDeath6 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
Backstage GossipMeg Giry, you little prat, snapped La Sorelli from where she sat at her dressing table puffing chalky powder onto her face, if you knew what was good for you, you would shut your mouth this instant!Backstage Gossip7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the opposite side of the dressing room, the little waif of a girl pursed her full lips and tossed a thick shock of long ebony hair over her shoulder.
I wouldnt talk that way if I were you, Sorelli, Meg sneered pompously, narrowing her slate gray eyes, The ghost could be lurking somewhere near.
The crowd of lanky ballerinas huddled around Meg let out a collective gasp, snapping their necks around fearfully to check for apparitions.
Sorellis rouged lips pursed and she placed her hands on her hips.
Your head is stuffed with fluff, do you know that? she shook her head, Does your mother know that you are spreading such stories?
I watched Meg draw herself to her full height (which was not at all an impressive
More QuestionsErik was asked the following:More Questions7 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
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 interview1. What's a commonly used nickname(s) people call you by?The interview7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Opera Ghost, Le Fantome de lOpera Angel of Music and That Good-For-Nothing-&*@!%?#
2. What's your favourite colour?
3. What's your favourite food?
Food does not sit well with me.
4. Are you a squeamish person?
Surely you jest! No: I see nothing wrong with occasional bloodshed, provided it is carried out in necessity or boredom.
5. What's your favourite animal?
I often thought I would be quite happy as a spider. Even spiders have the right to mate.*
6. Biggest pet peeve?
I shall be honest and say the human race in general. The world was such a lovely place before people came along.
7. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Anywhere with her.
8. Do you cry easily?
Let me just say that love can alter the way one handles ones emotions.
9. Do you generally have a good, loving family?
I am trying to decide whether or not to insult you with
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 Up4 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..
EyesWhen he looks at me God when he looks at me, I cannot think.Eyes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is mesmerizing, terrible and powerful, yet infinitely gentle and adoring. It is as if I am a butterfly cupped between his lithe hands, and he will not move for fear of ripping my wings. Astounding, really, how hypnotizing that gaze can be
It must be his eyes. Ive never seen such eyes. They are at times a smoldering gold, shooting flames from their depths to pierce the soul. At other times they are the softest yellow: a sunrise, perhaps, reflected upon a lake and rippling in the morning breeze. What astounds me the most is the infinite sadness held within those molten orbs, the incredible amount of longing, of severe and absolute despair. It is heart wrenching.
He is haunted. By what, I do not know. He would rather die, I think, than tell me. All I know is that the veil over those eyes is held in place by a past that is of the worst and most unimaginable kind. Sorrow is his puppeteer. That sorrow
Ozdust: Wicked Fanfiction Galinda glanced at Fiyero and waved shortly.Ozdust: Wicked Fanfiction8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Boq approached Galinda quickly, trying to suppress his eagerness, and, more importantly, his nervousness.
"Uh, M-Miss Galinda?" he said, slicking back his hair. "I hope you'll save at least one dance for me. I'll be here all night, waiting," he said as smoothly as possible.
"Oh, that's so kind," she smiled, hiding her frank disgust. She glanced quickly at Fiyero, who, although someone was talking to him, as he leaned against a wall, was and gazing at her. "But, you know what would be even kinder?" she said innocently. She walked over to the corner of the room. "See that tragically beautiful girl?" she said pointing at Nessa Rose Thropp, who was deeply indulged in a book. "The one in the wheelchair? Well, it just seems so unfair that we can have a great time, but she can't!" she said, sniffing. "Oh, Gee, I know someone would be my hero if that someone were to invite her,"
Measure up -Zelda-Zelda was 18 and had just turned down one of her many suitors. The man left with his head high, trying to maintain his dignity. Zelda sighed and rested her head onto the palm of her hand. She had been turning down many suitors lately and it was very tiring.Measure up -Zelda-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Perhaps you should go take a nap. Impa, her assistant, suggested.
Zelda nodded in agreement and got up to head towards her room. There she changed into her long pink night gown. Impa laid her pink slippers on the floor, so they would be easy to put on when she awoke. Impa then laid the princesses robe on a chair by the side of the bed. The robe was made with pink lace and had purple ropes to tie in the middle, around her waist.
Ill wake you up before dinner. Impa said then excused herself out of the room.
Zelda laid in her bed, closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.
Zelda blinked her eyes open and yawned. She had been woken up by an argument that was occurring outside her doo
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
FoodIts so cold in here, I complained, running my hands up and down my arms, Why on earth do you keep it so cold?Food7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Erik shrugged elegantly from where he sat across from me, It has always been rather cold down here. I have grown used to it, I suppose. Forgive me. Christine, I give little thought to the comfort of my guests because I never have company, you see. Do not go anywhere. I shall fetch you blankets.
He rose in one fluid movement and gracefully loped out of the room, bent on his task. I blew a curl out of my eyes and drew my knees up to my chest.
I wondered if I had made a mistake in suggesting we take dinner together. When Id shyly mentioned it several days ago, he quietly agreed, but I could tell the idea made him enormously uncomfortable. For some reason, he troubles himself over the tiniest details whenever Im around, fixing this, and straightening that and constantly asking if I am all right.
Tetra's misunderstandingA girl with long blonde hair walked out of the elevator and over towards her car, in the parking structure. She and a couple of her friends had gone to see a scary movie about some serial killer who was running around killing people. The guys she went with left right after the film. She stayed and went to the roof of the parking structure and watched the sunset.Tetra's misunderstanding6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Now, she walked at a slow pace, not in any hurry. Though, in truth, the darkness and flickering lights of the parking structure were getting to her.
She grabbed her blue over vest and clenched it closer as if the temperature had just dropped ten degrees. Her light blue shirt that she wore under the vest wrinkled and lifted up a bit. Her blue jeans and black ankle high boots, though, were unaffected.
It was only a movie, no ones after you. Clam down. She commanded herself, but her fear didnt die down.
Then, suddenly, another pair of footsteps were heard behind her. She forced herself not to glance back and kep
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 Ozdust3 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
The Holiday: Chapter EightDo you have the time?The Holiday: Chapter Eight7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I blinked. Her soft inquiry nearly jerked me out of my stupor, though I still could not tear my eyes away from where she sat on the bed.
The only bed.
The bed that, in a few short hours, I would be frozen upon like a mummified corpse as I lay beside her in the darkness, a beast next to a beauty.
It sickened me. Truly, it did. Oh, not the prospect of being near Christine. That was such a heavenly thought that I scarcely believed it could happen.
But when two people shared a bed, there were rather awkward implications that the aforementioned people should commence cuddling and then begin to
ah cuddle more intensely.
I should like to make it very clear that my intentions are controlled purely by love of the deepest, sincerest kind. I am not a lustful man, and I have no right to be. Although occasionally, Christine dons dresses that hug her body in such a sinfully perfect way that I begin to sweat a little. Or I w
The WoodsLegend of ZeldaThe Woods8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Panting, the two elves collapsed on the ground, small puff clouds gasping out their mouths. One crawled over to a large tree, seeing a small clearing behind it. Suddenly rustling sounds reached his pointy ears and he quickly grabbed the others arm and dragged her around the tree in panicky hast.
The other seemed much too tired to move, but did so anyway and fell right on him. She did not show signs of resistance either when he pulled her against him on the tree trunk that was as wide as a hay wagon and goes beyond the pinnacle sight up, soaring straight into the stars themselves!
The rustling and growling grew in volume, encouraging the male elf to tighten his hold on the female on his lap. For a full painful 3 minutes, all that was heard was the gruesome snorting, stomping, and marching of monsters, which were thankfully passing them and forwardly paraded to the deeper part of the forest.
The whole while the elves were as silent as the grave, barely br
Persephone and HadesPersephone & HadesPersephone and Hades7 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
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 POV4 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."
How Erik saved my lifeSince a few people have asked me about what I mean when I say Erik, the Phantom of the opera, saved my life I figured Id write it out. This is a true story of a big change for me at least in part of my life so please even if you think Im ludicrous dont make fun of me in the comments, thank you.How Erik saved my life7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
When I say Erik, the Phantom of the opera saved my life he really did. You see when I was younger all the way up till today Ive been made fun of and treated like an outcast by most people, even my family, I sometimes wondered if it would be better if I never existed and even at a young age, Im assuming 9/10 is young, I thought of suicide. The worst time for me was school; everyone would make fun of me for just about everything, how I looked, how I acted, they laughed when I spoke even if all I said was Hi they basically made fun of me any and everyway they could. My parents were no help I remember once my father telling me I deserved it that I was exactl
A kissA kiss9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That simple meeting of flesh
Where two may mesh
In fondness, sadness,
And even mind.
And yet, in solitude
I have not known,
The love I've felt,
For you alone.
But when we kissed,
The love you feignedů
We broke apart,
My spirits died,
I bade you leave
I set you free,
You could not love,
A beast like me
And yet, a hope,
Pierced the dark
Of ceaseless night
A ring, so simple,
Yet so divine,
Was no longer his
But yours and mine.