Fight TogetherTrembling hands gripped the newspaper as black eyes scanned the front page. Disbelief, fear and anger warred over the masculine face and the young revolutionary gripped the newspaper far harder than he needed to. His roving eyes came to a stop as he reached the end of the article, and for a moment, everything was still save the slight shiver still running through his arms. Then, in a burst of movement, he rose to his feet, rolled the newspaper up and turned towards the door. Scooping up the black, goggle-adorned top hat off the table on his way out, the young man made a beeline for the Leader's office.Fight Together4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Anger caused his eyes to glitter with an odd light as he made his swift way through the halls of the base. The other revolutionaries took one look at his hard face and determined scowl and got out of his way quickly. Usually, they'd be calling out a greeting to the normally cheerful young man, but those who were foolish enough to ignore the tenseness in his muscles were quickly silenced
A New Revolutionary ch1 Dragon finally appeared on deck.A New Revolutionary ch13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Where have you been?!" asked Ivankov urgently. Then his gaze fell upon his leader's left arm. "And what is that?!" He pointed towards the bloodstained bandage that covered his left forearm.
"I was watching the Tenryuubito event," Dragon replied. He tried to hide his injury inside his coat but Inazuma cut his bandages with his hand-scissors, revealing a long, deep gash.
"We have to treat that immediately," expressed Kuma with some concern, though it was always hard to tell how he felt. "Go to Marv so he can heal you."
Dragon sighed. "Fine, I was already heading there anyway." With that, he hid his arm and walked towards the doctor's room and office.
When his friends saw him walk back towards his own room, he had new bandages indeed, but he was also carrying five or six rolls of gauze, ethylic alcohol, and many sorts of painkillers. "What is that for?" asked Inazuma, but Dragon didn't answer, so
A New Revolutionary ch4 *timeskip: 1 year*A New Revolutionary ch43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sabo woke up early, so early it was still dark. Today was his first anniversary of joining the revolution, and so far he was only Dragon's assistant, though he was treated like his son. He had to try harder to become a commander. He picked up his pipewhich he found in one of the islands they had stopped at, because his own had been lost in the explosionand headed to the deck. He brought out the training dummies he had built out of scraps and placed them in strategic positions so that they simulated that he was surrounded by enemies. He started training.
Dragon was woken up by the sounds of a fight. He sat on his bed and continued to hear the noises coming from deck. He took his time to get dressed and headed towards the sounds with infinite patience. When he arrived, he said, "Good morning, Sabo." Someone was disarmed and a pipe shot up in the air in Dragon's direction. He was startled, but he still easily dodged it. "O
OP: The Dreaming StarA star, a star, a shooting star,OP: The Dreaming Star4 years ago in Drama More Like This
So bright against twilight sky.
The future lays so far ahead,
For today, let new dreams take flight.
Dreams of freedom.
Dreams of purpose.
Dreams of nakama.
A star, a star, a wishing star.
Say a silent prayer to Fate.
Hush clings to the sacred moment,
As three dreamers glimpse their dreams.
Every day they grow stronger.
Every day they grow closer.
Every day they step a bit further
Along the star-littered path to their dreams.
But the sun sets,
And shadow crawls over innocence.
Snuffing out the purest buds
In the most deserving chests.
A star, a star, a falling star.
A dream cast into darkness.
The future unwrites the writer
Before his journey could begin.
Time would pass.
Time would pause.
And then Time
A star, a star, a bursting star.
A dream burned itself to ash.
The future denies the hidden child,
Just as he learns to wish to live.
Alone, the last dreamer
Who had never glimpsed the star.
Memories only of those who passed,
Bink's Sake- EnglishYo-hohoho, Yo-hohoho,Bink's Sake- English6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Going to bring Bink's Sake!
Let the sea breeze lead the way!
On the waves all of our days
Across the salty deeps!
The sun above is floating high,
Painting circles in the sky.
Sea gulls sing and brass bells ring
Upon our floating home!
Say goodbye to all you know;
Head into the sun's warm glow.
Singing loud and singing proud,
We sail into the night!
Waves of gold and silver splash
Across the hull and mizzen mast.
We float on, all with a song,
To the ends of the sea!
Going to bring Bink's Sake,
A pirate's job for pirate's pay!
Like a stone, our boat skips on
And slices through the seas!
On clouds above we'll rest our head;
The rocking ship will be our bed.
On our flag the skull and dag-gers
Show we're to be feared!
If the waves dare dance too high,
If dark clouds obscure the sky,
Beat the drum and never run;
Live for that fateful dance!
If, in fear, you turn away,
You'll never see the break of day.
Skeleton Boy Saves His SkinO' Gather 'round, children. I'll tell you a taleSkeleton Boy Saves His Skin8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of a skeleton boy who was bony and pale.
For the first act, our story is all fun and games
But at the end of part one, we see everything changes
We see Skeleton Boy's snatched by the prince of all darkness.
'Tis back to trickster mythology that this storyline harkens.
And so Skeleton Boy must get out of this fix
And find ways to outsmart all his captors with tricks
So prepare for fantastical mischief in:
Skeleton Boy Saves His Skin
by Thomas Boguszewski
Deep underground, there was a boy who was dead
Then out of the ground popped his skeleton head.
He pulled his dead body up through all the red stone
And sat, his head rattling, upon his old headstone.
Skeleton Boy wanted mischievous fun
So he took to his heels and had a good run.
Our hero was hungry, and he saw a big rabbit,
So he set up a trap in order to nab it.
Once the rabbit was caught, the boy made rabbit stew.
But since he was bones, it fell right on through.
Soon after tha
Wish Who Were Here?Wish Who Were Here?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Shortened friendship 'cause sanity I lack;
I never thought of how it'd be
the moment LSD helped me crack.
Now the '60s sit alone with me.
The fame and success started its attack
and you went on silently.
Destroyed mind brings the dagger to my back;
no music made could set me free.
Replace the face of the friend you erased
after the first death.
Embrace your bass, just in case
I make you deal again.
I was never one to boast.
Popularity was something I wasn't looking for.
You claimed to miss me the most;
So much that it was me you ignored.
Not me, were you any longer engrossed,
but you were with David Gilmour.
I never traded my heroes for ghosts.
I just never wanted a war.
Replace the face of the friend you erased
after the first death.
Embrace your bass, just in case
I make you deal again.
With me gone, who would write?
You were passed the power.
You wrote about me shining bright.
Then The Wall turned you sour.
Dominance would cause a fight
in the Final C
Chase the Wind: Chapter 12 - Remember to SmileChase the WindChase the Wind: Chapter 12 - Remember to Smile1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Twelve: Remember to Smile
When the rooster in the courtyard crowed at dawn, Merida sat upright. Her hair was its usual tangled mess, and she had little dark rings under her eyes. She knew she hadn't slept for more than a few patchy hours. With a sigh, she got out of bed and rang for one of her personal maids.
And so started the first day of the rest of her miserable life.
~ Merida ~
She had been sitting in her bathtub for about half an hour, singing to herself. Her voice, which wasn't all that bad, echoed off the walls and the song she sung was an old one her mother used to sing. Even now, as a young woman, the lyrics would comfort her. Her pale skin had gone blotchy from the heat, and her fingers were pruney, but she didn't mind. Anything to drag the morning out.
A knock at the door ruined any chance of her bath lasting the next five minutes.
'Merida?' Elinor called, poking her head in the room. 'Are you nearly done?'
'Yes mother. I'm getting out now
One Week Without YouOne Week Without YouOne Week Without You2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Merida hadn't really recovered in the week since... in the week since...since...since Hiccup had...Why had he just left her like that?
Sacrificing himself like some kind of saviour... which he was, really. The Green Death would have slaughtered them all. But it still wasn't fair. It didn't have to be him.
Her eyes had been red and puffy for a whole week. She felt like nothing could ever be the same again. And it hadn't even affected her the worst.
She had never been particularly close to Astrid, but the death of their mutual friend had brought them closer than ever - Ruffnut too. The girls took comfort in being able to just cry together without worrying about the boys, who all coped in their own way.
Snotlout had lost a lot of weight, and gained so much skill with his sword, in that week. He sparred all hours of the day, until he dropped from exhaustion and had be carried home.
Tuffnut was never really around. They didn't know what he did all day, b
SH: The Boy and His SkullSH: The Boy and His Skull4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I don't understand these grades at all, isn't he settling in?"
Sherlock was up in his room and he could hear his father's voice downstairs the slightly pleading note in it that the man always got when he was trying desperately to understand something that confused him which, in this intellectually acute household, was often.
"I mean, I understand that the move to secondary school has been hard on Sherlock, but these are just.....I mean, he's a very clever child, I don't understand. How can he fail everything?"
"Weren't you supposed to be looking out for him, Mycroft?" he heard his mother accuse, her voice stronger, attempting to take action. Having been a teacher herself some years ago, she rather dominated this conversation, pushing his father back to only making empathetic but generally useless comments.
"I can only do so much, mum." Mycroft replied, sounding offended. "I can hardly force him to make friends, or participate in class, and if he doesn't bloody well sp
Psychedelia2: Shaman's prayerevery nerve on fire with the wash of motherPsychedelia2: Shaman's prayer7 years ago in Open More Like This
the capsule of us
we are healed inside ourselves
we are healed inside each other
no fuel left for anger and pride
the ancient rhythm washes us over
a terror of coming wisdom so acute, sometimes, it seemed as if we were dying of it
dying and being reborn all the time
these lovely rebirths of the spirit
shells extracted from shells extracted from shells
stripping self down to primal being
i am not a human
i am animal
house cat sometimes
to swing on the midnight pathway and lead me back to sense and reason
we were wrapped together by fate
stink of acrid sage in the night
acid wisdom floating up
we don't eat before the trip
we stay real in the flesh
spirit floating up to leave
(but we left before a long time ago)
the medicine man
dancing with the spirits of his protectors
(there is protection)
we are opened
we breathe into th
Journey across the sea - Part 2 Hiccup was so eager that he flew straight to the castle. He instructed Toothless to land in front of the first gate, got down and took a deep breath. He liked the scent of sea and forest, that was in the air all around there. That day he smelled something else behind usual smell of air, but he wasn't able to find out what it was.Journey across the sea - Part 21 year ago in Romance More Like This
Haven't you looked forward this during all last month? If yes, what are you waiting for here?
He realized he was wasting his time looking nowhere and Toothless was staring at him like he had the same question in mind.
"I should announce myself at the castle. Stay here, bud. I'll be back soon...I mean, we. We'll be back soon." He grinned at his dragon, but Toothless looked away insulted.
"What? I thought you like Merida."
He breathed out heavily at his rider. "Oh, so that is what's going on. You know I tried to explain it many times, I can't take you with me into Dun
Cazar ideasCazar ideas3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
ApartApart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I couldn't see the consequences-
As I tried to trust my heart
I just couldn't resist-
The blind love that ceased my wars
Helping me let go of the struggles-
That I foolishly held in my hands
I freed the thoughts that quarreled-
Tears fell in order for me to stand
Truth can be the worst enemy
Lies can be the strongest ally
Harmony isn't immune to tragedy
Because you made a myth out of your apparent humanity
Mistakes can never be renamed! / Scars can never be erased!
Compassion is used as bait! / Two sides to every face!
A piece of peace is caged! / Watch the bridge burn away!
I'll desecrate the meaning of “passion”
You redefined my every moral
There will be no hesitation
I won't need anyone -anymore-
I ignored the risks-
Of handing over my hope
Killed by a kiss-
Turning my world to stone
I believed in your deceit-
And I fell too hard
My mind endlessly screams-
The HeroIn a world of sorrow, and of despair,The Hero2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would the hero come, fully aware?
And in times of dread and misery,
Will He stand, amidst the bloodshed and the fury?
Should He stand,
It shall be upon the corpse of his kin,
So will he move, when stained with sin?
And when he prevails, his soul shall shatter,
But to heavens, will that matter?
Upon this victory, madness will consume,
And only with death, will he be immune!
And in times of dread and misery,
Will He run, amidst the the bloodshed and the fury,
Should He run,
It shall be with the aid of his kin,
So will he abandon the duty, art long forseen?
And as he lives; at the cost of a thousand souls, his own shall rejoice,
But can he speak; with such the shameful voice?
And upon this victory, madness will consume,
And only with death, will he be immune!
ReaderXVarious Cat Scratches 2: Kiku HondaReaderXVarious Cat Scratches 2: Kiku Honda3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cat Scratches series- APH
Each of these have nothing to do with each other, so it doesn't matter what order you read them.
WARNINGS: An angry cat and extreme non-cat related fluff. ;3
A cry of pain rent the peaceful springtime air. (Name) recoiled, snapping her hand to herself with a whimper.
"(Name)-chan?!" A short Japanese man snapped upright from his slightly relaxed rest beside the (h/c) haired girl.
A black cat slumped away, ears folded back and tail whipping back and forth. Liquid chocolate orbs watched the feline for a moment before turning to the girl now nursing her hand beside him.
"(Name)-chan?" Kiku hesitantly questioned, reaching over to place a timid hand on her arm. She glanced up, watering (e/c) eyes widening in momentary shock at the physical contact. Without speaking a word, the Japanese man gently pulled her hand towards him for a closer inspection. His eyes widene
The Viking and the Arrow~Prologue“What's the Future? It's a blank sheet of paper, and we draw lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted.” ― John MarsdenThe Viking and the Arrow~Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An arrow flew, narrowly missing its target. The young girl sighed dejectedly.She had yet to make a single bull’s-eye, however, in the few short months since she had been given her own bow and arrows she had improved greatly, her father couldn’t have been more proud.
She ran to gather the small group of arrows to try again, her fire red hair bounced with her small run.
As she returned to her firing spot she heard acluster of voices that were foreign to her. They sounded nothing like her mother or father’s, or even the Lords of the other three clans, who had which arrived yesterday.
She peered around the corner; there were easily ten men at least. Right away she could tell that they weren’t from around here. They wore many furs and earthy colored clothing; th
Memories :A kiss to healMemories :A kiss to heal7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yume sat up suddenly as she felt a sharp pain on her leg...surprising considering it was just a small bug. The young woman reached down and slapped the bug..but then immeiditly regreted the action because it only gave her leg more of a sting. Yume stood up on the hard wooden oak floor...they had stayed at an inn for the night..only for the fact that rin had a terrible fever. When they got to the inn it had taken hours to get rin's fever down..and when it finnaly dropped it was sundown..when they had arrived at the inn around mid-afternoon.
Yume cracked her neck and opened the sliding door that allowed her a full veiw of the moon as it lifted itself above the hills...after rin's fever had gone down sesshomaru told yume to try and sleep...wich was much easier now considering her nightmarer's had finnaly stopped...and everyone in the inn had left quite quickly when sesshomaru had arrived...it was as if they feared the demon lord would slay them on site...but yume knew sesshomaru wasent li
stars only die from drug overdoses.there's a boy i knowstars only die from drug overdoses.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who used to swallow coins
like hard candy;
stuck to his chin
from my own hands,
lucid in our lungs
and the road
a blur from our sadistic words.
he doesn't believe in hell
neither do i.
but i believe in the stars
and i want to know what happens to them
when they die.
BBC SH - Valentine's ExplanationsTwo men were sat on a train, slumped comfortably into their chairs with the contented knowledge of a job well done.BBC SH - Valentine's Explanations3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was setting and the cool February sky was bathing them with a warm pink glow. The cool blast of air from the open train door as passengers got on and off the stationary train was a mild irritant but only drew more attention to the soft, drowsy aura of warmth surrounding the seated passengers.
The satisfaction of the completed case had made Sherlock unusually relaxed, and he slouched into the soft woollen cocoon of his coat, eyes scanning the other passengers in a lazily observant manner.
"Alright John," He murmured. "The two men over there. Which one of them is the teacher? Go."
John smiled slightly as they continued their 'game'. "Right . . . they're both reading the children's exercise books . . . but the dark-haired one is actually marking them. He's the teacher."
"Excellent. And what subject are the books on?"
"Maths. No other exercise books come wi
loveLove is a promise,love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
love is a souvenir,
once given never forgotten,
never let it disappear
Breathless Blood IIThere was once a girl that glowed like ten AM through roses and chocolate milk. Mestizo flesh and vigilant blood thinly clothing a spirit in American limbo. She turned the airs of the bitter Northwest into steam with her lungs. Stars and gravel rolled under her feet as she shuffled toward the apartment she awoke from most mornings. Her peripheral vision glowed like alleysmoke in February. Her skin was pink-brown; oxygen flowed like rusting wood-embers, a campfire of breath and nutrients against the subtler, crueler colors of the dark small hours. She tasted her life in her mouth; she bit her tongue in desperate reassessments every four to seven minutes. Just to be sure. She was alive that morning. Not because of amino acids and contained respirations in mimicry of primordial oceans, but because she had been told, in no uncertain terms,Breathless Blood II7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You are not a ghost. by the skin smooth shadow