Towers - 1 - 005"Two children is all a mother may bear. This is not a rule of our leaders – but one of nature. Attempts to give birth after the thought are met with the death of a mother -- and her child. The lapine race however, is a significant exception. The ability for the rabbits to breed unchecked has led to overpopulation and famine."Towers - 1 - 0053 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Valessa gripped the bedsheets tightly in her paw, panting intensely as the sweat on her body became effectively a sheet of ice. It had only been a week since the murder on the outlook, but the events were still fresh in her mind. As if infinitely reoccurring; that was how she knew another scar had been born into her brain. It was the early morning hours, and thus her sight blurred with the fatigue of being prematurely awakened. Until she rubbed her eyes to get them accustomed to the waking life, she could only help but make out the reddish brown of her fur, and the way that at her knees, it changed abruptly into black.
This was t
Mapleshade's Chessboard of RealityWe are all Mapleshade's pawnsMapleshade's Chessboard of Reality3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On a chessboard of reality
The weak ones
The disposable ones
Waiting for the queen to strike
At our foes, the good souls
We cower while they tell us to strike
Across the chessboard of reality
of the strength of the other side
We rush in
To the chessboard of reality
Waiting for the queen to strike
And we didn't realize the strength of the other side
We rush into the battlefield
On Mapleshade's chessboard of reality
Never to be found
Still waiting for the queen to strike
But then the king falls
We're All Tired HereMy old clothes don't fit like they used to,We're All Tired Here2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They hang loose like a noose in this broken picture frame around my neck.
I'm walking down this little road to this little diner
In this little town where dreams go to die, where the train of thought wrecks.
I'm standing in the middle of the paved path feeling the heat through the soles of my shoes
Because I'm so fucking cold while the sky in this little town sings the blues.
No one else sees the clues even though the notes are falling from the skies like they're falling in love with the ground.
This town is such a poetic sound.
A million poems hide under the roads
And in the basements of abandoned homes if anyone cares to listen,
But no one wants to listen to the sweet words caught on the tip of my tongue.
The food here leaves a sour taste, but breakfast is served all day
Because no one in this little town wakes up.
You can see the sleep in their eyes as they pass by,
But we're all tired here.
The waitress sighs. She says "Sit wherever you l
A Tale Of A Broken Soul"A Tale Of A Broken Soul"A Tale Of A Broken Soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
-Just continuously breathing,
Alive, but feeling as if I'm dead.
My emotions are just drowning me,
Along with my thoughts.
-I have no appetite,
I have no reason to believe a word anyone says,
There is no more trust,
Nor feeling of safety.
-I don't know how I am anymore.
I feel as if I just want to die,
And often dream of it.
I want to truly live,
Not just to breathe,
But feel as if I am really alive.
-Days and days pass on,
Time eats away at my life,
Am I still alive?
Or am I just walking with the living?
-I tend to take a blade to my skin,
Ripping layers upon layers of flesh.
Just to feel a sense of sorts,
To see if this is my reality.
-I don't think about committing suicide,
Nor do I really want to.
But the subject of it does tend to creep inside my mind.
Nightmare tends to try to corrupt my mind more so.
-And I just dream of how my death would be.
Who would be there?
And who would sit back and laugh?
I'll be a
Brokenstars final deathBrokenstars final death5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Brokenstar wandered aimlessly in the Dark Forest. He looked up, the thick foliage of the trees blocking his view of the moon. He snorted.
Place of No Stars...Makes sense.
He kept padding on, thinking of his plan...And how it had failed. Ivypaw was so easily manipulated...And still he had failed, just because Tigerheart. The stupid turncoat of a tom. He snorted. What kinds of Clan cats were Tigerstar recruiting?
He sat down at the base of an oak, flicking his crooked tail. That stupid, stupid tail...So humiliating. The name Brokentail mocked him, filling him with even more hatred.
"Clans." He snorted. "Just groups of stupid, no-good cats." He sighed. The Dark Forest, he thought, was brimming with the most intellegent and cunning of the Clan cats. And it was well where he belonged.
"Ah, Brokentail...It's been a while." A huge, muscular brown tabby stepped from the undergrowth, his yellow eyes glowing with hostility and hatred.
"Raggedstar...?" Brokenstar stood, surprised, but glar
Where the monsters do dwellI once was afraid of the monsters in my closetWhere the monsters do dwell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And of the ghouls under my bed
But even they do quake in fear of those that reside inside my head.
Eyeless Jack x Reader Ch. 2. SisterYou woke up really tired, your back hurt like a bitch as well, you noticed that you had fallen asleep on the stairs, your eyes were all dried from crying.Eyeless Jack x Reader Ch. 2. Sister3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed as you got up, starting to walk down stairs slowly. The first thing you did when you got down was walking to the kitchen, you got yourself some (Tea/Coffee/Hot Chocolate) and went to the livingroom sitting down on the couch.
It was hard to not cry again when you went back to your thoughts about him, when your parents died he was there, holding you until the police came back, you remembered how your sister was stabbed, but she wasn't dead yet.
A week later or so, you got to know that your sister were dying, that she wouldn't survive, you and your sister had started to live with your boyfriend, he took care of you both, when you told him that she wasn't going to survive he looked heart broken just like you.
For some reason your sister said it was ok, she knew she wouldn't live anymore, so what could she do?
Angels among usI read the other day about a 12 year old who'd died,Angels among us2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
took his life without a clue and left us wond'ring why.
They say his ma had killed herself when he was just a lad.
The article went on to say he never knew his dad.
Then there was the five year old, they say she was abused.
Her mother's boyfriend seems to be the one they have accused.
The newsman said the mother cried and did express regret.
Yet how could she just leave her child with a man she'd newly met?
I heard about a little boy with burn marks on his skin,
how could any mother think of doing that to him?
The surface wounds may heal but the damage still remains.
The scars deep within his heart will cause him future pain.
When will people realize that our children must be saved,
from perverts who exploit them in such ways that are depraved?
Children need protection and to cherish is a must.
Remember, they are really tiny angels here with us!
LoyaltyLoyaltyLoyalty10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shouldn't have treated you that way,
--Why did you have to go and say
You deserve better, you should let go,
--That, I can't, and don't you know
I am everything you'll never be,
--With you at my side, I was always free,
A monster made to hurt, to break,
--The truth in the world that was all too fake
Chained your free spirit, brought you down,
--In a sea of false smiles, you wore a frown,
Ripped out your feathers, shattered wing,
--Can't you see? You're everything.
Why would you stay? Why won't you leave?
--I've no where to go, I wish you'd believe
Is the hurt I've caused not hurt enough?
--Me, I'm far too weak and you're so rough,
You always had faith. I battered your trust.
--But all others to me were noth
HeartBreakHeartBreak8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emptiness surrounds my lonesome heart
Smothering the life from me.
This void runs deep throughout my soul
Wishing to envelope all emotion.
I tear away, beginning to run,
hoping to free my mind from these confines.
Yet, every step I take, I stumble, and fall.
With every once of my strength, I try to move on,
But the implausible senerio keeps running through my mind
Making it impossible to keep forward.
So here I am
stuck in the darkness of a shattered heart once agian,
Unable to break loose from these chains,
As the emptiness envelopes me a second time.
Being a Healthier PersonBeing a Healthier Person3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Sometimes in life things seem to come together almost at random. Many people spend the days leading up to New Years telling themselves that they're going to do this or stop doing that. Most don't last and those going past a week are truly dedicated to the cause (or under doctor's orders). Why does this happen? Wrong mindset. The dedication is there, but the true gravity of their decision hasn't sunk in yet. So how does one go around changing your lifestyle for the better?
Up until February this year I was a smoker, not the pack-a-day kind of smoker, but a smoker nonetheless. I also weighed the wrong side of 110 kg (242 pounds for the non-metrics). For a very long time I wanted to quit, but nicotine addiction is a harsh thing and I failed miserably in my first attempt in 2010. So I kept going, gradually reducing my smokes a day from about twelve to a rather less unhealthy seven. I was proud of myself for achieving as much, but
No More"No More"No More2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
+Over the years there, has been
Disappointment after disappointment.
I don't know where to commence, so much abhor and lies that have been seen.
Lie after lie, No More honesty nor sincerity.
+Everyday, everywhere I witness and hear
Racist comments being shouted out, peculiar looks being given, people lying and hating on others
Just because of how some exploits themselves and what they like to wear.
I reckon it has always been like this.
+Why would the preponderance of people nurture their offspring in this society that is cruel?
Why do some parents educate their offspring to be diabolical towards others?
This world isn't getting any better, the people will keep infusing all the fuel
To intensify the fire, so that this planet can persist to burn.
+Over the years, there has been
Disappointment after disappointment.
I don't know where to commence, so much agony and desolation that have been seen.
heartbreak after heartbreak, No More happiness nor devotio
Crimson TruthsCrimson Truths4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I desire will never
desire me in return.
As the actress I am, no one
sees the distress in my heart.
these are not beautiful,
I force them from me and a
sharp, burning rage replaces them.
I am trapped in the wrong form
and this body pollutes me.
A woman who is not female.
My pain is unknown to most,
my true beauty hidden from
To others I am ugly.
I am strange, I am impure.
The fourth-rate corpse with no
Demoted again and again,
insulted and injured by
handsome dogs on tight leashes
and icy superiors.
What I want refuses me.
Apparently happiness is my
The golden fruit on a branch
that is forever just out of my
fati am not handsome, but i am endearingfat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wearing clothes to cover my indecent
flesh and unhealthy habits i will charm you
with witty jokes, sarcasm, and a surprising intellect;
because, who would think I’d be social
and approachable, smart, and charming
despite being fat, and unattractive?
considering the question
i dared to undress and see my body
for the first time in weeks
-sagging belly, and a full stomach ,
fat breasts, stretch marks,
and my manhood asleep
as if it were impotent
people compliment my shirts,
or my beard’s red tint
but never my smile,
and rarely my eyes.
sometimes i am cute,
and i’m compared to big teddy bears
‘cause I’m ‘comfortable’ and ‘big’
but i didn’t quite hear the same compliments
when i was 60 pounds lighter.
i am not a man, i am an overweight child
with a bad knee and penchant
to dissimulate my pain
and self-defecating humor.
my beard is a mess, but it hides
Wolf Legend - Part I1. AndrewWolf Legend - Part I8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He stood over the body.
It's over, he thought. No more. I'm not like them, their traditions, rituals, this pack... I'm different. It's over for me.
The scent of blood was overwhelming. The heat from the fire only reminded him of the hate that grew within him.
I hate them, he repeated over and over in his head. How could they, and for what, they call this honor!?
He wanted to see them burn. Fire didn't seem enough. He could only think of the worst kinds of deaths one could experience, and he wished it on them.
He was alone. It was not what he wanted, but it was all his fault. He had taken everything too far.
My lies did this. My hope to be different. He had lived with his curse long enough, he was asked to do the only thing he vowed never to do.
"I will not!" Andrew yelled out in the darkness.
Shadows moved across the field. Glowing eyes were on him, fueled by hatred and judgment. He didn't care. He wouldn't stand it.
His eyes gl
afghanistan doesn't exist.my disposable incomeafghanistan doesn't exist.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is fed to the local
pharmacy in exchange
for bright coloured
lacquer, with rainbow
names like 'bo peep'
and 'gum bear'.
how could you ever
feel shame or guilt or
sadness with a name
like 'candied violet' so
adorning your carefully
manicured nails? how a
cocktail of 'coralicious'
and 'tangerine queen'
could make you feel
like anything but a
i sleep in the tropics
in summer and in
the carnival in winter
and it shows on my
nails. i don't own black.
or gray. would you
admit that your sweet
dreams see the things
your waking hours
refuse to? would you
dare let it slip your
lips that he died out
there in your head?
does the world need
to know that you're
worried when he's
joking? when he finds
it... funny... that he's
getting shot at in a
faraway country? that
you can't crumble into
his lap and clutch at
his collar to please
don't go? that you
never knew a soldier.
i don't own sand colour
or army khaki, or the green
peculiarity of his eyes.
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
Unshed TearsNatasha Romanoff stares at the room in front of her and wonders what the heck is wrong with her. She blinks, and her eyes are perfectly dry. Because Natasha Romanoff does not cry.Unshed Tears3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
She did not cry when they were thrown into a full blown firefight with no information at all, in a military bunker filled with explosives. No surprise there, she was a highly trained assassin after all, and she'd been in worse situations. (However, she did let out a string of swear words in Russian aimed at whoever was responsible)
She did not cry when they were ever-so-politely informed that the neither Hulk nor Iron Man were able to help them because said explosives were unstable and highly volatile.
She did not cry when she saw the sparks, telltale warnings of the unavoidable consequence, the explosion.
She did not cry when the promised explosion did come, a split-second after her warning cry, sending her hurtling backwards, or when her head hit the pavement hard enough to make black spots fill her
Katuatagoing out with herKatuata9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
was like World War One, except
it was over by Christmas
SaberClan story #1 Long, long, long ago many countless seasons ago was the ancient SaberClan. Every cat was large, with either very pointed long ears, or short, rounded ears. Every cat had the ability to unsheathe Saber Tooth cat fangs. SaberClan was the most powerful of the Floating Islands, Dragon Canyons, and the Valleys. No cat ever dared to enter their forest. A large, thick forest in the middle of an endless feild. in the center of the forest was their camp. The biggest tree you would ever see. Nocat knows what is going on there. Only that some of it's strange creatures came into our world. So you kit's wonder how they get here? Well remember that badger story of how Spottedsky... Well yes Spottedkit. You were named after her. You were the only one to survive birth. That badger was larger than our entire camp. It came from the abyss. Who knows how that thing got there. I'm pretty sure it came from ancient SaberClan's world. Their world was named, The Dragon World. Dragon's were giantSaberClan story #13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
Marvin the Robot meets EeyoreThe Heart of Gold lurches.Marvin the Robot meets Eeyore5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It dances, gallops, and spins its way through improbability.
Up in the main improbability-proof control room, Zaphod Beeblebrox is having an amazing time, as usual. He sings along to his favourite song from Betelgeuse Seven and plays air guitar incredibly well with his three arms while Trillian tries to ignore him as she helps the computer run the improbability drive.
Meanwhile, down near the heart of the Heart of Gold, Marvin the Paranoid Android is sulking.
Some say it's impossible for a robot to sulk, but these people haven't met Marvin. His huge metal head hangs low, as if to avoid the gaze of concerned passer-by, but Marvin knows that no one would be concerned about him.
"Oh, what's the point?" Marvin mutters just loud enough for the nearby rainbow pinwheel of butterflies to hear him. They look at him with disgust and cartwheel away to have a quick chat with a hovering bowl of pink raisins.
The ship gives a sudden and qui