Realisation Hits.Before her eyes was a mere piece of paper.Realisation Hits.11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She stopped: her thoughts deliberate;
seemingly unable to express and infer
the emotions which had been evoked.
Despite it being blank,
she was able to see
a world beyond us:
war and peace and apathy,
and light and darkness,
and sadness and joy,
and tranquillity and distress;
which would all be destroyed...
She ripped the paper she was looking at
into a million pieces;
the only object which was able to distract
her vacant mind.
I thought I knew what she saw
from witnessing her expression of confusion.
She seemed so different from before;
a new flame had melted her frozen soul.
And then she turned to me;
her empty eyes filled with woe.
She told me what she could see:
"I have been nowhere and have nowhere to go".
The Undead OutlawThe Undead OutlawThe Undead Outlaw9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Name: Victor R. Knight
2. Age: 23 years old (when he died)
3. Race: Human (but now a growl or undead)
4. Gender: Male
5. Height: 6’2”
6. Relationship Status: Single, and not looking (maybe charge his mind if he find the women he likes)
7. Sexual Orientation: Straight
8. Hair: Ghostly White, and long (when he was alive his hair color was black)
9. Eyes: Cloudy, like undead like (when he was alive his eyes were hazel)
10. Likes: Riding, Drinking Whiskey, Human Fresh, and just relaxing, and the Night Sky…
11. Dislikes: People not leaving him alone, Anyone trying to control him because his undead, And the Law, (more to come and so with the likes)
12. Accent: American (but its roughly sounding)
Bio: (Soon to come, please be patient with me, and I said please)
• He kill his own mother when he turn sixteen years old
• Victor was the most wanted Outlaw in the wild west history
• His father left him and his mother when he was t
III. HomeDespite all those years, decades, he spent in his house in Novus Partus, Hope had never thought about it as his home. It had been a long time since the last time the Director of the Academy felt rooted to a single place, since the moment when, at age fourteen, the fal’Cie and the Purge snatched away everything from him. After Cocoon’s fall, even though having lived a few years with his father, everything changed when he joined the Academy, because from that moment onwards his live was a constant going to and fro within expeditions in Gran Pulse, the different colleges and, after Serah and Noel showed up without prior notice in the Yaschas Massif, all the subsequent time travels that they had brought with them.III. Home2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hope was shy and quiet; he never opened before the doors of his personal space to anyone at the first opportunity. So, although he didn’t feel his apartment of Academia as his home, it wasn’t easy for him to let Lightning in. It was an honor for the young
Of Names And FateThe unmistakable sound of a yawn broke the silence that reigned in the Dead Dunes.Of Names And Fate1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hope?", Lightning stopped and frowned.
Seconds later, her partner's voice, slightly hoarse, came through the wireless device she always had attached to her right ear.
That answer so brief, besides the previous yawning, plus the fact that Hope had been lately taking a long time to make any comments when he used to spend most of the time speaking with her, made Lightning sigh. She glanced at the sky; it was getting dark, which meant they had been almost three days working coordinately without pauses of any kind.
"You tired, aren't you?"
Hope let out an annoyed groan.
"Nothing I cannot handle, don't worry. I'll be fine."
Lightning was enough time communicated to Hope the whole twenty-four hours of day to know her friend's method to knock his sleep away was drinking coffee buckets and force himself to stay awake until his body became used to fatigue.
Given the circumstances, Lightni
DandelionA world consumed by Chaos.Dandelion1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Doomed to utter obliteration in less than a month.
But how could time continue to flow after being destroyed?
Young Hope Estheim had been trying to unravel the mystery for almost five centuries, without success. Perhaps some things just weren't mean to be understood by mortals…
As every afternoon, Hope had left his house to watch the sunset from one of the high, steep cliffs of the Shrine's Lands, the most remote and desolate island of the four that composed the fragile world of Nova Chrysalia.
He had been doing so since he settled down at that ravaged place centuries ago. The sunset had something that calmed the aching loneliness that devoured his heart for so much time.
Although he chose solitude by himself, somehow it had been imposed to him by the gods, in many ways.
That thought made him squint his light-colored eyes, the same green color of sea waters, while staring at the huge but ruinous silhouetted shrine of the goddess Etro. Behind it, enormo
I. PathIt had been a long time for that moment finally arrived. Months, years, centuries… during which the world had almost disappeared and shatter all dreams and hopes.I. Path2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But, against all odds, it had arrived. Challenging fate, time and death itself, in a world that had just come back from a long illness caused by the Chaos of Valhalla.
The long-awaited wedding of Serah and Snow.
It was a beautiful though simple ceremony. There were not so many intact resources in the world and everything would take a long time to return the way it once was. Not to mention they had come back to the year 500AF, after Cocoon’s crystal pillar collapsed, and Bhunivelze no longer hung in the sky over Gran Pulse.
Fortunately, New Bodhum still was in one piece, and though it had grown since its construction, as they expected, it was still a small coastal village, calm and peaceful. The old NORA house was still there, and despite all the years that had passes, the couple would go back to their home.
My thoughts on Alma WadeYou call her "monster" yet you are the monsters. It was humankind that made this nightmare...yet she was not always as such. She was a innocent girl, yet you took that innocents in the name of your twisted science. You forced her to bring life into this world, two bright lights to this darkness you forced on her...and what did you do? You stole them from her, you took her children from her arms even as they first had a breath of air in their lungs. And after the pain and fear...what did you monsters do? You placed her in darkness, never to see the light of day. Then...on top of it all...you killed her...or so you thought. Hate is powerful and when Alma's soul cried out for revenge her power and hate lashed out, making the nightmare you now fear. She will come for you, you fools and heartless humans but not just you. You have doomed the human race as we are nothing more then evil, soulless bags of flesh. Yet even now a darker power grows. She has found one to care for, regardless of howMy thoughts on Alma Wade4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jodie... Aiden POV (Beyond Two Souls) You’ve got your wish now Jodie...Jodie... Aiden POV (Beyond Two Souls)9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’m gone, were separated,
And I hate it,
And I know you do too.
It’s not your fault Jodie...
I have been annoying and unfair to you,
Like you have to me,
But I guess that’s what siblings do.
I’m so sorry Jodie...
That I never told you that I was your brother,
I thought it would’ve been easier that way,
Maybe I was wrong...
Please don’t cry Jodie...
It kills me to see you so upset in that log cabin,
I can’t get to you yet,
All I can do is watch from a distance and wait.
I can’t feel your mind breaking apart,
Your memories disintegrating,
Keep on writing and don’t forget.
Go on Jodie...
This is it,
You have to make a decision,
Start again and live happily.
I won’t care who you pick,
Be it Zoey, or Jay or even Ryan,
But don’t stay alone.
Youve experienced so much Jodie...
Youve witnessed death, youve killed,
Youve saved, and youve helped others,
Sadoon the SellswordSadoon the SellswordSadoon the Sellsword9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Name: Sadoon
2. Gender: Male
3. Race: Sand Bear
4. Age: 31 years old
5. Birthday: July 29
6. Height: 6’5”
7. Weight: 260lbs
8. Blood Type: B
9. Hair: Dark Brown
10. Eyes: Brown
11. Sexuality: Straight
12. Relationship Status: Married to Raaida
13. Family: His mother and father died in a raider attack when he was a club, Wife: Raaida with six children (four are boys and two of them are sister)
14. Birthplace: Ardakan
• His job is a sellword meaning “mercenary”
• He doesn’t believe in shields, but he does use an armguard to block attacks, or use it to punch people in the face with.
• Sadoon weapon is a bronze scimitar
• Sadoon has scar on his face and body
• He used to be a royal guard of the royal family in Ardakan
• He has a Arabic accent
Moon-spun mothsPerched in your throat,Moon-spun moths1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is like a prayer;
against your palms,
soft as a secret
in the womb.
How weightless we are
under the tender moon
in this enchanted twilight.
Bleach OC Sheet - Kuchiki HakuBleach OC Sheet - Kuchiki Haku2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Kuchiki Haku.
Aspect: The will.
Alias: Udehari [Glass Arm].
True Age: 230 years of age.
Visual Age: Appears in his thirty.
Squad: Division 6.
Other Groups: The noble Kuchiki house.
Ambition: To follow in Kuchiki Hakuren steps and become a captain that Soul Society, Kuchiki and his division can be proud of.
Likes: Mahjong, tea ceremonies, poems.
Dislikes: Gouka more than anything else.
Haku has always been a man known for his loyalty to Kuchiki, and above all Kuchiki Hakuren when he was alive, and have countless of times sacrificed his own flesh and blood to protect them. This loyalty stretch as well to the Gotei and Soul Society, bleeding for them as well, always ready to vanquish his lif
An Angels WalkAn Angels Walk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A seraph walks but once on this earth.
His wings disappear and he becomes human.
In appearance at least.
Does he feel like you and I?
Or is he just a shell?
Does he still talk with God?
Save us all, he might try.
But there are too many,
That's why the Angels cry.
Killing a HarlotSadness ascendingKilling a Harlot9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cutting you off
With this knife.
You're so condescending
Quit your pretending
My heart is burning
Get out of my life.
Stop this complaining
It's too entertaining
I can't stop crying
You've ruined me.
Ask The Slashers 1Haven: Well! I have decided to do something funny for everyone! You get to ask the slashers any question you want!! Any Question! You can talk to them, blah blah blahAsk The Slashers 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
Freddy: Don't I get a say in this.
Michael: Really, Haven?
Haven: Yes! Well! I might as well introduce them. This Handsome Demon Beast is Freddy Krueger!!
Freddy: Nice to meet you all!! not really
Haven: This is Michael Myers!!
Haven: This is Pinhead! The man who will make you feel so much pain its pleasure!
Pinhead: But mostly Pain.
Haven: This is Leatherface! I love his cooking .
Leatherface: Thank you, Haven!
Haven: yum Anyway, This Smart Handsome man is Hannibal Lector!
Hannibal: I find Tommy's food really delectable, aswell.
Freddy: You and Haven have something wrong in your head.
Haven: -Giggle- Anyway, Haven I missed anyone?
Ghostface: meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! You missed me!!!
Haven: Opps! This is Ghostface!
Beautiful AngelTitle: Beautiful AngelBeautiful Angel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: AMIP, het, interspecies
She was beautiful.
Everything about her was just so incredibly beautiful. Her face, her frame, her eyes, her voice, her heart the list was merely endless on what was so beautiful about her. He felt so honored to be by her side, to be considered a friend.
When he first saw her, he saw an angel. She was so undeniably lovely, even if she had hit him in fear that he was going to hurt her. At first he didn't understand why she had hit him, this angel, but looking over himself, he knew why. He didn't look like everyone else. He looked like a monster, which was why everyone feared him at the beginning.
Yet, she had accepted him. She said he wasn't a monster, even when everyone else called him that. She showed him compassion and understanding.
She showed him love.
She made him feel different, made him feel special beyond belief. He felt so blessed to be by her side, to be treated
Life asked DeathLife asked Death2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, a long, long time ago, Life and Death sat in a field together. Life was beautiful. Her long blue locks cascaded down her shoulders like a flowing river, her dress pure white, tinted with light shades of violet. She was young compared to Death who had been around since the dawn of time. She looked up to him like a father even though they were opposites. Green birds fluttered around Life, landing on her shoulders and head gently, singing soft melodies in her ear while Death gazed over the horizon, observing the creatures Life had created. It was a sad to think that he would have to take away their fragile lives, but that was what he was meant to do. Life saw Death watching over the creatures she loved and smiled. Those creatures were one of Life's favourites, they were so intelligent and independent, Life hardly had to interfere. She looked over to see Death had gone, a sorrow filled wail ran through her ears making her frown. Why would one of her creatures be so sad? The bird
Flower_stoneFlower_stone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gabbag felt deeply moved. He was in the Great Hall of the Dream Palace, where the Council of Elrond had been held, a long time back. The Council of Elrond. One of the most important events in history
Gabbag had meticulously looked everywhere. Apart from the strong emotion the Hall incited in him, he was sure that nothing dangerous was hidden here.
Determined, he headed for the Hall of Fire.
He fished in his pockets for the red crystal. Once he'd found it, he kept it at the level of his eyes and pronounced the magic words.
A few seconds went by. Nothing happened.
Then suddenly a dazzling flash and agreeable warmth filled the Hall. The Fire. The magic fire which ceaselessly burnt in this room at the time when the Elves dwelled in the Palace.
Dumbfound, Gabbag gazed at the multi-colored flames slowly shifting into the shape of an Elf Lady. Gabbag gaped speechless at her, bewitched by her breathtaking beauty, her eyes blazing like fiery
Destinies - PrologueDestinies - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I c-can't believe it . . . Defeated by data! This . . . this can't be happening! Why? Why am I being deleted?"
Luther's pained cry echoed throughout the Workspace, and he collapsed to his knees. Fayt watched the now former Creator as a bright, white light enveloped him. The light looked as if its glow started from within Luther's center. It stretched outwards both in size and its intensity. Fayt had to cover his eyes with his arm to protect them from the light's intensity.
Little good it did him. The light pierced through his arm painfully, blinding him. His eyes watered like he looked directly at the sun. Luther let out another pained wail, though Fayt could not hear any coherent words coming from the man. Pain blossomed in his chest as he listened to Luther, and his feet moved towards the man. He had to reach the Creator, to ease his pain and his suffering. Too many had already died, and Fayt knew in his heart he did not want the man to die. The anger and the hatred needed to end, a
I Was Her CoffinI'm sitting on this battered roof, chain-smoking Marlboros and talking to the moon. There is a fiery breeze twirling my skirt, but all I see is a little girl tugging at the hem, mutedly screaming the word "Mommy". But I couldn't be her mommy, because she is dead.I Was Her Coffin5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm tempted to take off my skirt-to let it feather down and cover this parched city.
I still have 13 cigarettes and I won't give up until the taste of you retreats from my lungs. I'm thinking that maybe I can smother it, maybe it will just surrender. As long as it's still present, I can't hate you- I can't hate you for what you did to me.
And somehow I know it would have been a girl. She'd be exactly 3 years old today if she'd been born. That's old enough to teach her how to count to ten, to learn new "bigger" words. Old enough to understand a poem I would have written for her-about how wonderful she is to me.
But she is not here and I am barren. My hand is always on my stomache now, and sometimes I think I feel her
Jedrek Deathjaw the Great White Shark PrinceJedrek Deathjaw the Great White Shark PrinceJedrek Deathjaw the Great White Shark Prince9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Name: Jedrek Deathjaw
2. Gender: Male
3. Birthday: June 11
4. Age: 18 years old
5. Race: Great White Shark
6. Position: Prince
7. Height: 6’3”
8. Weight: 220lbs
9. Blood Type: unknown
10. Hair: Grey with a white streak
11. Eyes: Solid Black
12. Sexuality: Straight
13. Relationship Status: Single
14. Family: Calvin (his father), Samira (his mother), and one brother and sister (girl: Keila, and boy: Seth)
15. Birthplace: Shawvik
• He has a large great white shark form
• Jedrek weapon is a bone sword with shark teeth it on
• When he bites his eyes roll back of his skull, turning them white
• Like all sharks his eyes are solid black, they dim in the light…when he smells blood...
• He can be very aggression, and just needs a good slap in the face sometime.