Star Wars: Mel'Anctha OmoroseStar Wars: Mel'Anctha Omorose5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Our time has come. For three hundred years, we prepared. We grew stronger while you rested in your cradle of power, believing your people were safe and protected. You were trusted to lead the Republic but you were deceived, as our powers of the dark side have blinded you. You assumed no force could challenge you and now finally, we have returned. You were deceived. And now your Republic shall fall."
"Following the Jedi Civil War, three-hundred years ago, the Council took it upon themselves to see that all remaining traces of the Sith were properly dealt with. Times were dire. The Republic was war torn and had undergone dramatic changes. The death toll, was catastrophic. Many Jedi aided in rebuilding and seeing to those that were in need. As such, not many JedI could be spared to ensure that the Sith did not r
PART 8: I SURVIVEDPART 8: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Settings More Like This
That's why the children looked so upset. They were miserable.
Just like me....
The old, rotting floors creaked as I walked towards the children who were staring coldly at me. So much had happened in only the span of 3 days. My Mum was gone, my house was gone..Everything I had, gone. I supposed I'd better start getting used to it. I felt like things were only going to get worse, and I did not feel welcomed in this orphanage because of the stares the other children gave me. Stepping into the room where the other kids were, one stood up and looked at me. He looked as if he was 14 or 15, I wasn't sure. He appeared to be Latino, tan skin and dark chocolate hair decorated his head in a messy fashion.
"Hey." He was the first to talk to me. His voice was husky, rough like he hadn't had some water in a very long time.
"Hi.." I said quietly, not very much in the mood to talk considering all that had just happened. On the bright side, though, at least I wasn't alone. The Tall Man wanted me
PART 10: I SURVIVEDPART 10: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
God help me. God help us all.
The night passed slowly. I not once closed my eyes for more than 5 seconds. I wasn't scared, but I wasn't going to let myself sleep. Slowly, I rose from the ground and opened my door. Kids were waking up now, and Bella was right near my door. She smiled a bit, looking at me with sorrow in her eyes.
"How did you do?" She asked.
I shrugged. "I've had rougher nights. So I'm alright."
A few minutes passed and everyone went into the kitchen and sat down silently at their tables. I sat next to Bella quietly and breakfast was served. Fake eggs, and sausage for everyone. I hardly touched my food. I wasn't hungry, I stopped feeling hunger a while ago. Bella did the same, barely touching her food.
I felt like I was going to be spending all my life in this damn orphanage.
Weeks passed. I grew evermore paranoid and started to detach myself from other people. I felt as if all the other kids were plottin
PT2: I SURVIVEDPT2: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I was scared, but what 12 year old wouldn't be?
I woke up, my alarm clock going off. I woke up in a sweat, and I looked around. I heard nothing but the birds chirping outside. I got up, shaky up on my feet, walking over to the window. I peeked out the curtains. There wasn't anything, just the sun rising over the horizon - my signal to go to school soon. I wasn't feeling much better, but I decided to go to school anyways. I haven't missed a single school day in my life.. I thought to myself. It was after all, only the 2nd day of school. I gathered my things, coughing here and there. Slowly, the coughing was becoming hacking, gasping for air. Slowly, I made my way downstairs. No one was home, my little brother went to the baby sitters while my Mom went to work. My dad didn't live with us anymore, but that's a long story.
I walked outside into the warm summer weather that lingered. The warm weather made me feel a bit better, but then a cold chill passed by me like
PT1: I SURVIVED.PT1: I SURVIVED.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Alright..from the beginning...I got sick.
I came home from school at 3:00, my first day of middle school. God, it sucked. I walked into the house, already up to my knees in homework. My mom's voice echoed from the kitchen, "Hello?" I heard her say. I took a deep breath, my lungs itched. I coughed, and threw my books down on the table, setting my backpack next to the table as well.
"Hi, Mom." I said, coming into the kitchen and sitting down. I put my head down on the cold tile of the counter in front of me. Our kitchen was somewhat like a bar set up - we had stools by the counter in the middle, where we had our breakfasts, lunches, and dinners together as a family. My mother stopped cleaning the dishes, turning off the flowing hot water from the sink. She sat down next to me.
"Hard day at school?" She asked, concern coating her soft voice. I lifted my head from the counter and looked at my mom, nodding my head slowly. I coughed into my arm, then felt my mother's cold hand upon m
PART 9: I SURVIVEDPART 9: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared into the girl's eyes; this girl named Bella. A spark of hope ignited within my core, but I couldn't put down my guard. I didn't know who to trust. I wouldn't be sure until a few days pass; a few days to get to know this girl. I sighed, nervously running a hand through my hair. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could give out a sound, a shrill voice pierced through the silent air.
"Alright!" The voice shrieked; movement appeared to cease from the other kids in the room. The desk lady walked into the room, impatiently clapping her hands as if to gesture 'chop chop' or 'hurry up'. "Lights out time! Get into your rooms!" She clapped once more as if to shoo the kids, her impatience growing every second a child was in her presence.
Before Bella got out, she whispered something towards me, in a hushed voice. "This place is surrounded in a woods, if you haven't noticed. You're going to feel a temptation to go in them, don't do it, alright? Even in the day."
PT3: I SURVIVED.PT3: I SURVIVED.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
He was torturing me.
When we got home, I didn't separate from my mom. I was too afraid. I looked around while holding hands with my mom, looking around for him. I realised, it wasn't my imagination. He was real. Very real. I didn't see him anywhere. I triple checked. It felt like it took 5 minutes to reach the door to the house, but it only took 30 seconds. We came inside, my mother led me upstairs. She had her bag over her shoulder, a large business bag. She helped me to my room, and helped me lie down on my bed.
"Here." My mom said, going into her bag and giving me a laptop. "This'll keep you entertained while you're here at home. I need to go back to work honey." She said, giving me a kiss on my forehead. I was going to be alone. I wanted to tell her to not go, but my mouth was dry with words I couldn't verbalize. Before I could say anything the door shut and I heard the door open to the outside. I heard it close shortly after it opened.
I panicked, jumpin
Embrace The FlamesSuicideEmbrace The Flames9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have died
Blood is spent
On life's worthless rent
See these wounds
Not gonna be refused
Cut it fine
All in time
The blood it shines
Now death is mine
This world decays
Scars the same
Embrace the flames
PT4: I SURVIVED.PT4: I SURVIVED.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I CANNOT BE LEFT ALONE.
I got up off of my bed, walking out of my room and into my moms bedroom. I picked up her camera. I had a need to record myself. To keep my thoughts documented. I needed to hide this camera from my mom, so she would not know that I had taken it from her room. I also couldn't let her find out about the Tall Man. I set up the camera on the desk in front of my bed and sat in front of it, leaned in a bit. I had my curtains closed, lights on, and my door locked again. I checked under my bed again, nothing. I looked at the camera, pressing a button and turning it on to record.
I took a deep breath. I wanted to record herself, if I were to die, someone would find the recordings, know what happened to me. I took another breath, and spoke.
"I'm Alice. I know it's probably not a good idea to record myself, but..well, I'm doing it. For my sake and, maybe yours." She paused, coughing. "A good idea though, if you find these and I happen to be missing when you do..."
Nature's GlassUndisturbed is the water below,Nature's Glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a shimmering mirror of liquid glass.
This pleasure as of yet unknown
now becomes something unsurpassed.
Beneath the surface lays a world,
a secret paradise with no bounds.
Beyond this looking glass a land soon unfurled,
wondrous sights all around.
Alas, that world stays locked with key and chain.
Each disturbance we could make means nothing,
not the sun, snow, or rain.
That land shows us no loving.
Whatever Will Be, Will BePast phenomenon eternally incisedWhatever Will Be, Will Be1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evading my disquieted noesis
So many saturnine times to reminisce
A multitude of warm smiles scantly impressing my fixated modality
To what end?
Memories diminish over time
Scars do not
They remain strong
Regardless of our yearning to be ridded of them
Reminding us all of the life we live
Life is life
Interpreted for centuries
And millennia to come
So think as you wander this enigma of existence
Reflecting back to repressed times
We all have lived
Therefore, we all have felt pain
Some more than others could imagine
Be mindful of your actions
Sometimes a smile is all it takes
To keep a person remaining in this world
Whatever this existence is
Life is life
So make the best of it my friends
PART 7: I SURVIVEDPART 7: I SURVIVED2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I stared at my charred house. I looked at the firefighter who knelt down next to me, rubbing my shoulder. His eyes were sincere, sadness coating ever fiber in his body. He must've seen this everyday, a fire, loss of life within, or someone gone missing, yet his sadness was sincere, kind, gentle, no façade within his stare. He rubbed my shoulder and gave me a hug. I started crying instantly, wrapping my arms around his frame, feeling safe, even a little bit.
"I'm sorry." I heard his voice say, echoing within my head. I didn't know what to do. I was sobbing, the feeling of loss finally filling my core. My brother was gone, who barely began to live, and now my mother was gone. I had no one, the rest of my family was scattered across the country. I didn't look up from the fireman, I kept hugging him, not looking up to see the charred remains of what I once called home. The fireman didn't let go of me, hugging me still, and once more muttered his sorry's, and that he wis
INTRO: I SURVIVED.INTRO: I SURVIVED.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Do we really have to make a big deal about this?" I asked, looking at large studio camera behind the man talking to me. His name was Ed, he asked me to talk about my experiences, my near death experience, that is. I stared into the large lens of the camera with hard eyes. Ed looked at me, and parted his lips.
"Well, Alice, you agreed to an interview. We wish to share your story across television. Is that alright?" Ed asked me.
A pause, I bit my lip. "Yeah. That's fine. Not a damn person will believe a lick of it, they'll have to go through what I did to believe me." I said. "...And I hope they never do." I sighed, looking down from the camera lens. The nervousness in my chest faded.
"Now, let me ask you a few questions, how old are you now, Alice?"
"I'm 16." I plainly answered, then came the next question.
"When did you begin being followed by..what you describe as, a tall man?"
"I was 12 when it began." I answered, again.
"When did he stop following you?"
"I'm not even sure if he has
Karkat and Reader-Life is not a game Pt 1Karkat and Reader-Life is not a game Pt 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Karkat and Reader
It was the winter holidays and you were very disappointed. If it was winter there should be snow, but instead it was pouring down outside and you could hear thunder echoing through the clouds. You sighed and logged on to reddit. After giggling at a few omegle posts, you heard a knock on the door. Your parents had taken your sister out to see a movie, but you didn’t go. You didn’t really want people to see you going to the the smurfs movie. You glanced at your computer clock frowning. It was way too early for them to be back. You were home alone so you felt a bit paranoid. Was it a thief? A murderer?? You grabbed a cricket bat and walked to the door. You flung the door open, screaming “Whoareyouwhatdoyouwant?!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” A boy pushed past you into the house. You shut the door before any heat escaped the house. Then you realised. A stranger was in your house. With you. Alone. You tried not to freak the
Craving YouI woke up craving you this morning.Craving You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that weird?
I rolled over and the light hit my face
and for a moment I wished it was your lips
soft, kissing my cheek instead of the sun.
I reached for a moment, for your hand,
to intertwine my fingers between yours
it seemed as though I'd be reaching forever.
I woke up longing for your touch,
for your hands, gentle,
tracing down my spine.
I imagined you stroking my hair,
leaning down to whisper "good morning beautiful"
and I swear I could feel your breath on my ear.
I moved my legs, searching for yours
so we could play footsies
underneath the sheets, our sheets.
I woke up craving you this morning.
What a lonely morning it turned out to be,
when I opened my eyes and you weren't next to me.
Poetry is AlivePoetry is just words on paper one may sayPoetry is Alive3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Poetry is like rap but without the beat
So many things that people say about poetry
But what if I said something different
What if I said that poetry is more than what people say?
What if I said that it's more than the stuff of life?
What if I said that a poet is inside the words of poetry?
What will happen to me if I said that?
Every poem that I made
I always made a mistake
Yet again I was told to fix it
But I never did
I came to realize something unique
Even though I say that a poem that I wrote may suck
I came to realize that why should a poem be perfect?
A person is not perfect, so why not a poem
Every poem that I wrote in the past
From my start to my present
I wrote it all with my emotions and with my thoughts
Now I realize that they are alive
Alive... I can hear every heart beat that it has to offer
My heartbeat can be heard in those poems
My voice are telling the people who I really am
Poetry is more than just words and more than just ab
Chillin in HellI know I'm wrongChillin in Hell2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cause I'm chasing two rabbits
Before I lose them both,
I need to lose this habit
I'm in love with an angel
But flirting with the devil
One loves me back
The other is a rebel
I'd hate to lose them both
Whats one without the other
And I'm getting tired
I'm getting glares from my mother
I need to treat them right
I need to set them free
I need to give them llight
I need to let them see
Who I really am
The lies that i tell
But until that day
Guess I'll chill in hell
My past formed my future
It made me what I am
Afraid to be alone
Afraid to give a damn
So I live a life
Full of needless sin
I need to give it up
So that I can win
The heart of my true love
And more than just her body
I almost let her go
But i caught her in the lobby
I'd hate to see her leave
Can't let our love die
But this girl's a dove
She was meant to fly
How can i deny truth
How can I accept lies
I need to let her in
Let her see through my disguise
She's the one i want
She's the one i need
With her I
Selfless Lover-RepriseI had a dream, about me and youSelfless Lover-Reprise1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had finally made it
and both said I do
you were as beautiful as I remember you in life
I was your husband and you were my wife
It was the happiest day for me and you
I had another dream, about me and you
I was alone, you were with another
but that was fine, we had said adieu
I still loved you, only as a friend
You were happy, all that mattered in the end
The dream has become real it would seem
I am not angry, how could I be?
I hope you find what you are looking for
Ignore my tears, don't worry about me
We were good, that's what I will remember
I hope you are happy and loved, even if it's with another
I am here, still the selfless lover
She Saw MeI remember tears streaming down your faceShe Saw Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I said, "I'll never let you go."
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone."
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
I found him slumped beside his bed that night, trembling violently. In his left hand was a gun, but it wasn't much use since he couldn't hold his hand steady enough to get the bullet into his head.
"Nathan?" I whispered in horror, watching the young man I'd fallen in love with raise his head. The look in his sullen blue eyes was the look one would give you if they had been broken. It was the look one would give you if they truly had nothing left to live forwhen they couldn't go on living the way that they were. It was almost as if someone had shut the doors to his soul.
Tears welled suddenly within that shattered gaze, tumbled hastily over the edge of his lids and rolled in great masses down his cheeks. I knew then that he was well and truly gone, s
Who Am I?Who am I?Who Am I?3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I am a daughter of light and life.
I am a beast who crawls between night and day.
I am a flame in the dark.
I am a silent weaver of dreams.
I quiet the crying
And love the unloved.
I listen to the long forgotten
Myths of old
Screaming to be heard.
I am a howling voice whipped in the wind.
I live and die as the sun rises and sets.
The flame of life burns brightly in me.
I am the girl who likes to be different.
I am a runner, a free thinker, but shrink away from loud noise.
I am the wolf that howls alone.
I am the vapor trail.
I am the cold warmth of storms.
gyrate for them, gretagyrate for them, greta;gyrate for them, greta2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let men spend for liquor.
the stage won't sizzle
unless you provoke
a drunkard's primal urge
that should pay
© august 23, 2013
Promises [Silver x Reader]Promises [Silver x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing you sat upon your bed, Silver had promised you that he'd come over today. Yet, there was no sign of the red head near your house ( from what you could see from your window anyways ). Silver was many things to you: a best friend, a rival, emotional support and most of all your boyfriend. He meant the world to you and you to him, sure there were arguments here and there but that didn't matter to you. All that mattered to you was Silver's well-being and his happiness. Though he would never say it, that's all he wanted for you too.
After about ten or so minutes of waiting, you heard your doorbell ring. You rushed downstairs to answer it, to your luck it was Silver.
"Hey [Name]." he said nonchalantly.
You smiled at Silver before pulling him into a huge hug. "I'm so glad you came Silver!"
Once you let go of him, he regained his composure. "I promised I'd come, so I did. I don't break my promises, well any I make you to you." Silver said smirking.
Blushing, you look away from your boy
Stopped a StrangerI stopped a stranger today.Stopped a Stranger2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It might have been the bravest thing I've ever done. At a convenient store located just a few short blocks from my home, I stopped a stranger.
He held the door open for me as I departed with a pack of expensive cigarettes. It might have been the bravest thing I've ever done. The convenient store opened it's doors to many different colors of people. I stopped a stranger.
The man didn't seem any more harmless than the thugs living down the street from me. The kind covered in tattoos, wore used clothing from a cheap thrift store, and drove cars that lacked all respect for other drivers on the road. He held the door open for me as I departed with a pack of expensive cigarettes. I gripped them within my right hand, nervous at that very point in time when we met each other at the closed doors. His skin color was a pasty white, his hair black, his body wide but not large, and the tattoo on his forearm warned me of his nature. I stopped a stranger. It might have bee