World Lore:: White GuardiansThe White GuardianWorld Lore:: White Guardians4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
:: Lore Origins ::
~All cultures need a beacon of hope, and dragons are no different. When these amazing creatures first set foot on Earth, they needed someone to guide them. They also needed someone to protect them... But who could undertake such a titanic responsibility? The answer lied within a special dragon, who had been born with scales of pure white... No dragon had ever been born with white scales, but this one was. The Elders weren't sure what to think, and when the young dragon began to unlock its true potential, they were astounded... For this white dragon began to access the powers of not one element, or even two, but all ten of the natural elements... At first they were terrified of the power this young being held, but then they saw an even greater purpose for it. A dragon born, unique and set apart from all others, with the ability to master all ten elements... This amazing dragon, was chosen to become the protector of
TLOD Lethal Toxins...TLOD Lethal Toxins...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karakamooni watched as Terron burst from the earth and his body began convulsing on the ground. He was covered in blood and his eyes were clenched tightly in the shear agony of pain filling his body as the toxic venom spread. Karakamooni saw his wounds and the smell of fresh dragon blood filled his senses. His slitted eyes narrowed and he lunged at Terron! His long, serrated teeth dug deep into the flesh of his neck and Terron shrieked like the last cry of a dying dragon! Karakamooni's fangs drew more fresh blood from him and Terron looked over at him with shear terror in his eyes. Was he trying to end his suffering by slitting his throat?! He tried to curse his name but only a large bubble of blood came fourth from his maw and popped! The blood spattered his face and then Terron's head dropped limp to the ground, his eyes white with death.................
He was surrounded by darkness for what seemed like and eternity before images slowly began to appear before him... Terron loo
We Are The Fallen LyricsWe Are The Fallen Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Wishing hope would just abandon me
All my love is lost
All my hope is gone
I suffer through the shame
Watching you sleep for so long
These aching memories still dance around me
I can feel your fingers when I close my eyes
When the moonlight sings
Cause you see the shelter as the storm
Under the ash and the lies
Fear in me
All my questions get no answers
Hating all I am when lying by your side
I'm lost in you tonight
You were everything to me
all my tears won't drown my pain
The darkness brings me back to die with you
and everybody's gotta breathe
My heart is waiting and breaking to return to burn with you tonight
Only to tear the whole world down
The Roar of Our StarsThe Roar of Our StarsThe Roar of Our Stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good morning, sunshine,
the only one (though
the world was built for two). You
are in safe hands
as long as you are there for me
at the rebirth of time.
Your summer skin,
the ghost in the washing machine,
flaking me off as
you take off.
Twinkle, twinkle, my little star,
your off-snow flakes
you don't know (so don't try to)
how the fallen
She's got eyes,
my distiller of tears:
the darkness and
a super nova's roar and
the butterfly effect.
Behind the mask, the
lawless darkness and
morning lavender; the
TARDIS landing -
before and after) -
don't you slip away.
Don't you dare forget.
I know you hate me now, but
don't you want to know
just for now?
A Christmas SurpriseA Christmas SurpriseA Christmas Surprise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A single snowflake fell lazily and lit on my nose; settled in the crook between the tip and the trophy bump I have from when I broke my nose as a child. I crinkled my nose and shook, but stopped as I remembered. Sara says I look like a cute little bunny when I do that, and I turn a severe shade of red every time, so I try to catch myself when I can, keep my cheeks from the rosy blush she loves to laugh about. I shook one more time, sniffed a little, and smiled to myself. I slammed the car door shut and looked down the quaint, snow-covered cul-de-sac. I chuckled and kept smiling; this was the perfect Christmas. I had been abroad all first semester and Sara hadn't expected me back until after New Years, but I decided to surprise her for Christmas and caught an earlier flight. I felt inside the right pocket of my wool coat, comforting myself that it was still there. It had been two years, four months, and eight days since we started dating. Over two years, and we had
Coukyo Bands and RolesCoukyo Bands and Roles5 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Coukyo Bands and Roles
★Common Band Information★
Interaction between different bands is very common. Almost inevitable in populated regions.
Bands without builders or those knowledgeable on construction usually live in nests. However coukyo are capable of building shacks, huts, and simple housing. Nothing too extravagant like a wood tiled house complete with heating and plumbing.
Bands can be created at any time. However a good foundation is needed, therefore it may be hard. Most commonly, new bands are formed by branching off of larger ones.
All coukyo are expected to stay loyal to the band they were born in. Those who leave for their own reaso
Gumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter two3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"No, Rin! You know that yogurt you ate was mine!" A voice that belonged to Luka woke me up.
"Please Luka, it was just yogurt! Go buy more!" Rin yelled dryly.
They stood in front of Rin's desk. Luka had her hands on her hips, with a glare fixed on Rin's face that lacked in emotion. I blinked on rubbed my eyes before I made a noise. "Do you guys really have to fight in here?"
They both turned to me. "Gumi, I'm so sorry I woke you! Rin, was just being a pain." Luka apologized innocently.
With a sigh Rin spoke up, "I was hungry, and had some yogurt because Neru ate all the cereal. I was not being a pain!" I exhaled and shook my head.
"Rin say sorry for not asking if you could have it, Luka don't be so greedy it's not a million dollars it's yogurt." Rin mumbled a sorry, and so did Luka.
Before Luka could find another thing to argue with her about I shoved her out. Rin sat at her desk, and messed around on the computer. I glanced to see the time was eight. Groggily, I
I Know, You Know -CHAP.10--DN-I Know, You Know -CHAP.10--DN-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sincerely hoped that L wouldn't mention our little break-in stint to Gibson or the others. Seeing as it hadn't benefitted us in any way not to mention caused a fair bit of trouble I didn't see a reason for any of them to know about it. Telling L 'not to tattle' seemed a little juvenile though, so I didn't. Who knew if he'd even do as I asked anyway? I just had to hope that he had the sense to keep his mouth shut.
Unfortunately that didn't seem the case, because as soon as I got to the hotel the following day I found Gibson in a particularly tetchy mood. And something told me it was most likely my fault.
Sure enough, as soon as he spotted me he got to his feet and beckoned towards one of the doors. "Gee. A word?"
Uh oh I gazed imploringly in Kenichi and Chad's direction but they both pointedly turned away. Cowards. They knew I was in trouble and they weren't going to get involved. L on the othe
david and goliath.He passes underdavid and goliath.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dying streetlamps'
darkening splashes on his face,
against the rooftops.
The tarmac, painted with his footsteps,
white lines of vertebrae
tickle along its back.
Lovely glass, shattered fragments
ruffle the curb of the pavement,
strands of rainwater
whisper along the gutter
in hymnal honesty; and sunlight seems swallowed
by the swollen beast of night.
prickle at the back of his memory,
a nervous pattern of speech,
syllables of iambic chattering
teeth against the cold:
the hotel window, shining with
the gaze of a thousand tourists' wonderment,
is where his own eyes rest,
as if the world is born anew
and love-songs spike the evening air
his life-tousled hair. He
walks on, passes on,
a stranger in a foreign land;
the moonlight seems
to turn about him, embrace his form,
a lonely touch, not quite animate in its caress,
but his love was the colour
of seawater on gravel,
and he would not take the taste of her brea
Breath Of LifeBreath Of LifeBreath Of Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You Are The One You Are My Love You Send The Rain And Then The Sun You Stand Alone And Speak The Truth You Are The Breath Of Life Itself Yes You Are
You Are The The One In My Dreams I Hold You There In High Esteem I Need You More Each Step I Take You Are The Love Of Life Itself Yes You Are
You Are The One That I Would Die For You Are The Taste Touch And Feel You Are The One No Matter What You Are The Wings That Make Me Fly You Are The One
You Are The Wheel Of Life Of What Ive Got You Are The One That Makes Life Itself Go Around Yes You Are My Friend You Are The One
Downpourrain-soaked oaken boughsDownpour5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
crystalline droplets dangle
loath to leave the leaves
It Feels Like WonderlandEyes flicker open and I blinked in confusion at the blurry, swirling mess that was my vision. I stayed that way, lying still as I could until the cloudy haze cleared and I was left staring at a tiny crack in the faded panels of the ceiling.It Feels Like Wonderland2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Where was I?
How was I there?
I was suddenly aware that the bed (I assume it was a bed) that I was lying on was rock solid, almost like a table and the pillow was thin and barely offered any comfort from the solid surface beneath me. I could hear a soft beep of what sounded like a heart monitor in the distance but this was accompanied by the tick of a clock or cogs moving.
Curious to see if I could move, I hesitantly flexed my fingers and felt them scrape against rough cotton. Very slowly, I moved my hands, my wrists, my arms until the tingling, numbness of lack of use disappeared. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, it took a moment for me to focus on my surroundings as I felt the rush of getting up too quickly.
As the white lights
The Phoenix Man1.The Phoenix Man3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
After my bird died,
we sent him off to
the kind of mortician
who knows how to turn
bodies into bonfires,
the same guy who I imagine
can turn anyone into a phoenix--
the winged and the four-legged,
the bubblers and the breathers,
the feral and the friendly.
Once he's through, he slips each soul
through a doggie door, back to God
or to science or someone.
He returned my bird to me
in a box that looks as dignified
as a pyre. I never got to see the smolder
that had been there, the dismissal of feathers,
but the Phoenix Man left me a slab of cement
that remembered my bird's footsteps
before drying over.
You have to have a damn good memory
to play with death all day long, for a living.
Know all of its games, toss it the gerbil's bone
it buried ten feet beneath a four-year lifespan,
and if it fetches, tell it that it's good
at making people want to learn how to long
before meeting the end.
The Phoenix Man could be a taxidermist with a sewing needle
and the face of a grandfather.
Bongcheon-Dong Ghost - Short StoryBongcheon-Dong Ghost - Short Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is based on true eyewitness accounts.
It was around 11:20 that night...
I was dragging myself home, exhausted after a tiring night-study session at school. There was nobody on the street, which I thought was strange. I usually see a lot of people, even at night, since my apartment complex is pretty big.
Anyways, feeling scared, I kept looking down towards the ground while walking home. Suddenly, a shadow stretching towards me caught my eye...although there wasn't anyone around. I looked up to see who it was and saw a woman walking in front of me. But she looked a little strange.
I could say that she looked crippled. She was limping and struggling to walk in front of me. Since she was walking very slow, I soon caught up with her.
Up close, I was able to see her even better. She was wearing dirty pink pajamas and looked as if all her joints in her body had been twisted. Worse, her hair was a mess and sticking out everywhere.
It seemed weird, so I stopped walking. I felt l
Snow-girlShe is ice-cold, my snow-girl. Ice-cold, and snow-white, as beautiful as the frost-rimed spiderswebs lacing our tree. Ice-cold.Snow-girl2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wrapped her in my coat - see? - but still she holds the Winter in her heart, clings to the ice and the snow and the frost and the steel-surgical-blue of the sky, blue as her eyes (roll back her eyelids, see for yourself. As blue as betrayal, my snow-girl's eyes), and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my asking.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck three times (you see? Three. Three is lucky. Three threes is magic, but my scarf is not that long), but still she holds the ice and the snow and the frost at the heart of her and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my pleading.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck, and I covered her feet (you see? Such tiny feet, my snow-girl has. So small. Like doll's feet, china-white), but still she holds the Winter in the heart of her, and she will not wake and
Things could have been worse..Things could have been worse..5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A father entered the room of his daughter. She was not there, but there was a letter on her bed. He immediately started to think about the worst case. With shaky hands, he opened the letter and read:
My dear dad,
I'm so sorry to inform you that I ran away with my new boyfriend. I found at last the real love! Oh, if you could just see him! He is so handsome with his tattoos and earrings and so gorgeous on his fast motorcycle! But it's not just this. At last I'm pregnant! John says that we'll be really fine in his trailer in the thick of the forest and he wants us to have a lot of children. Of course, this is my dream too! I also discovered that marijuana does not harm you. That's why we decided to cultivate it for ourselves and our friends, when we run out of cocaine and heroin. Moreover, I hope that Science will find soon a cure for AIDS, so that John will be cured. He deserves it!
Daddy, I don't want you to worry about me. I'm already 15 years old and I can take care of myse
The GunslingerThe Gunslinger4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You mean you ain't never heard of the Gunslinger?"
The bar was almost dead at this time of night, and the question seemed to echo around the room - emphasising the sudden silence, rather than masking it.
"No, boy, I ain't."
Only a handful of stragglers remained, the dregs of the evening clearing the dregs of their whiskeys. The lights shone dimly, and everything moved lethargically in the warm Texas night.
"Well I'll be. I thought everyone 'round here knew the story of the 'slinger'," said one of the stragglers a tall, skinny man wearing a pale cowboy hat. A battered guitar rested on his knee.
"I'm new in town."
They sat at the bar - the musician and the newcomer. The guitarist resumed a lazy melody across the treble strings.
"Oh really?" he drawled, fingers sliding slowly over the fretboard. "And how are y'all finding our little patch of dirt?"
"Whiskey's expensive. Women all look like men," the newcomer replied. "Music's terrible," he added, eying up the musician suspiciously
I love smiling when it rainsI love smiling when it rains3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I love smiling when it rains, cause it feels funny.
Something about a black sky just appeals to me.
It feels correct, that's right.
I just decided to put a string on this dark cloud and fly it like a kite.
I'm sick of trying to be right. As long as the rain falls,
you'll have enough water to wipe the blood off these stained walls.
I remain calm, spend life behind an 8 ball.
I crept from out a crawl space, but don't know what I came for.
I shut my eyes and I don't know what to pray towards.
"God, I hate my being as much as I debate yours."
23 years of, "It'll be better tomorrow."
I guess the more the problems the sweeter the sorrow.
It's a cold world. Who has a sweater to borrow?
Dear all, don't be alarmed at the letters that follow.
I'm hollow and I'm tired of running from shit.
Dying at this point is something I'm comfortable with.
Of Half-Filled WordsShe is not a flutterbird.Of Half-Filled Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her fingers are skittish,
her smile is not.
Do not fear that you will
drive it away.
Sadness is her fumbling limb.
It is unwanted, yet
When it is January
she will tell you,
"I am still struggling.
And I am becoming so many people
all at once.
A conglomeration of beauty that
I have managed to mangle.
Please, do not be sad for me."
Sometimes her sorrow is
meant for you. But mostly her.
Those specks and spots
of ocean storm lulls
reveal her truths:
ones she does not want
to extract from herself.
Her heart is not a rabbit.
When it beats
faster, faster, faster,
you need not
run harder to catch it.
You said....You told me “friends forever”,You said....11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.