The Musings of a Writer The pen hovered over a simple sheet of paper, the only marks on it being red and blue lines meant to keep foreign markings from shifting off their destined course. Yet the lines felt as if they had no purpose on this night because there were no dark markings to guide towards a path that would lead to so many possibilities. The truth, however, was more cruel than what an innocent bystander would have thought if they were passing by the coverless windows and, by chance, looked into the darkened room with only a single candle burning, giving little light for the person hidden in shadow that appeared to be leaning over a simple desk covered by pages of unused paper, a single pen with ink like the night sky in their hand. The very page set before the shadowed figure was the very same page that was void of any sign of use for several months. This simple yet terrible fact was the silver pendulum swinging over the writer’s head like thThe Musings of a Writer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Die Schoenheitverehrt und angebetetDie Schoenheit4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
für immer geliebt
auf Händen getragen
bloß Augen aufschlagen
mit höhnischem Blick
sich reizend kleiden
damit die Armen
in niederen Nöten weinen
im grausamen Strahlen
der Lippen die beißen
so heilig und ewig kalt
in makelloser Gestalt
mit unbewegtem Gesicht
wer liebt sie noch nicht?
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Please do not USE
anything of my work!
A Captain's LegacyA Captain's Legacy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Captain's Legacy
Shining stared up at the oak door that towered above him. It was a normal door, no different than a typical door one would find inside a house. But given the contents stored away behind it, it had an unusually grand feel to it, and Shining couldn't help but feel dwarfed in its shadow.
The old grandfather clock down the hall let out twelve loud booms.
It was noon. The high sun's rays shone through a nearby window and across Shining's stationary, white frame. It warmed his fur while he kept his blue eyes locked on the door.
His parents always said how the attic held an eclectic assortment of things, from old music records to hardcover books that hadn't been opened since his grandparents lived in the house a decade before.
Shining imagined his deceased grandfather, the stallion with the amputated hoof and a pair of wild, yet kind, eyes. Shining imagined his still-alive grandmother, the sweet mare that would always have a batch of cookies at her house for him and
One and One StoryOne and One Story3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was in the cool of the evening. Precisely 5 minutes after 7, when Soarin approached the lamppost in the Canterlot park. It was getting dark, and the sound of snow crunching under his large hooves was defining the quiet scene. A single dim light glowed from above, allowing some light to illuminate the area. In the distance, approaching footsteps were heard. They were light, and feminine. Soarin smiled lightly, and his heart pounded a little. Then she walked into the light.
"Dashie " Soarin whispered.
"Soarin, I missed you." Rainbow Dash replied, her face showing obvious happiness, yet a level of subtleness towards Soarin. Her beautiful pink eyes gazed deep into his own.
Rainbow Dash was dressed in a beautiful rose sweater and a light turquoise coat, perfect complimenting colors, an obvious work of Rarity. Soarin, too, was not dressed to the weather, but it was not a concern. They knew that their love would warm them up.
They advanced towards each other, and it was noticeable tha
PerfectionMaybe the hardest thingPerfection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In our lives
But how can you learn
If you don't fail?
Mistakes are natural
And great lessons
If you choose
One must choose wisely,
For perfection does not come easily.
Unblinking - (DTA submission)A crisp night, wind nipping at the leaves. A perfect night. The pegasi had done their best to make sure the weather was the best it could be. For tonight was Nightmare Night. In the past, some Nights were too cold and ponies had to cover up there costumes, opting for warmth over festivity. Other years, the Night was too hot and the festive clothes were mired with sweat or abandoned altogether. But this Nightmare Night was utterly perfect. Leaves littered the ground, enough to give a celebratory crunch but not enough to impede frolicking in the moon’s light. Just enough were still on the trees so that they might not be barren. Instead, they too wore bright clothes of oranges and reds and browns. Perfectly balanced. Perfectly seasoned. All perfect.Unblinking - (DTA submission)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, having such an excellent stage set, one would expect the play to be equally great. And no one had higher expectations than the Cutie Mark Crusaders. The indomitable Ponyville trio had worked for weeks and talked of nothing but
The Last LetterDear Cacee,The Last Letter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm glad I waited to write this as long as I have. 5 months ago I would have told you about all the things we would do once we got into the world. I would have told you all I would do for you. 3 months ago I would have told you I missed you. I was lonelier than I had ever been before after I couldn't talk or see you anymore. I missed the way you made me feel most of all. 6 weeks ago I would have told you about how much my feeling have diminished over time. I would have told you I was moving on and I would have thanked you for all the memories. I would have thanked you for showing me the best sides of myself. Of course this brings me to now. What do I want to say that all those times I couldn't say? That is very simple. It is that I will always miss you. Over the last 6 weeks I have come to realize there is a part of me that will always wish you would come back. I have also come to accept that you never will. You have shown me through your actions that you have moved on and
The TranquilFenris stumbled into the room, taking heavy breaths and stabling himself on the door frame. He had ran all the way from the estate to the Gallows, only taking a rest on the boat- if you could call it rest with his nerves so shot.The Tranquil4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Garrett!" he called out to the robed man that stacked books carefully on a shelf along the wall. The glass eyed man turned to face him, forehead marked with that dreaded symbol.
It was his mage. His mage. Not the Templar's. Not the Circle's. But they had stolen him. Garrett had talked of it- knew the damage he had caused and had spoken in silence to Fenris of wishing for this fate. The elf did his best to get him to see the truth and Garrett had agreed to let it slip from mind.
Yet here he was. A mindless puppet doomed to forget who and what he was.
Fenris found it hard to concentrate through his glazed vision. "Garrett " his voice shuddered out as he pushed himself to the mage's side. The look that once was held beneath those eyes, the love and the care
Equestria Girls - Is it love?If there was a more perfect day to have a picnic, Twilight hadn't experienced it. The sky was a perfect blue, with no clouds in sight. The sun was shining brightly and there was a cool breeze. The spot they'd chosen was also good, on the top of a green and grassy hill, overlooking the town of Ponyville below. She and her closest friends had gathered here for a day of relaxation. Her duties as princess had been relaxed for the day, so they could all enjoy this time together. And that was something she was greatly appreciative of.Equestria Girls - Is it love?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For as much as she tried, something always seemed to come up that kept the six of them from spending quality time together. it was either some big disaster that needed their attention, or it was some individual problem one of them was facing. But today was different. Today, everything was set up just perfectly. Looking away from the bright and clear sky, Twilight looked at her friends. Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy were all enjoying
Good to be BadGood to be Bad2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Damp alleys and cold pavement, an unpleasent thing to most, but to (y/N) it was home. Every stone, brick, speck of dirt down to the cold wind that made its way into the allys at night had been her home for the past five years. It was hard at first for her to survive the streets, being only thirteen at the time, but now at age eighten she found herself at peace with the cruel reality of someone who no one will miss. And if she was found dead, she would just be looked upon as another worthless street walker to those around her, or so she thought, the emerald eyes that followed her every move unknown to her.
Allistor, like most of his kind, didn't care for anything but finding a mate and being the proud leader of his kind he was to find his mate before his twenty first birthday, which was quickly approaching. Because sexual demons, Inncubi and Sucubi, cannot reproduce together, they had to seek out a human mate
The races of Enne (And an opinion about races) Why do I keep doing these? Why do I keep trying to write in English and embarrass my self with low quality work? I don't know, there is a common say in my country that is: I'm Brazilian and I never give up. (We give up on a lot of things bytheway)The races of Enne (And an opinion about races)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Anyway, before I start this... I have to talk about RACES... You see, I'm not a big fan of the "D&D system" that most fantasy novels uses, I don't like "The men of the north" being a race of bearded man and gigantic women who love axes and cold meanwhile the "Orcs/Horde" are a race of mindless barbarians who only think in hoarding and killing and raiding and stuff... But by the old and new gods don't take this as a critic, I'm not criticizing everyone and saying that their races are stupid. I'm saying it is not my thing. I do like a lot of books and games that uses this system, I just wound't use it on my own.
You see, I don't like culture being mixed into race, if a
I've Lost a FriendI've lost a friend.I've Lost a Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the times we shared
Never we dared
To speak of a time
When we would seperate like lemon and lime.
Neither did we dare
To say what we had to share.
The distance that had grown
Upon bad soil, we might've sown.
I've lost a friend.
I've lost a friend.
On her, I used to depend
For all my troubles and needs.
Damn me, for it might've been my seeds
Of distance and change I planted.
For all the good times we ranted,
Our personalities and interests ranged.
I've lost a friend.
I've lost a friend.
Bittersweet, to think
That our friendship began to think.
Where did it lie?
That mistake that made us say, "Goodbye."
From all those times wishing upon a star,
It never did make me think of the emotional scar.
I've lost a friend.
I've lost a friend.
For all those times I did send
Feelings of happiness from sharing time with her
They went away with a blue.
And now I must say
That she couldn't stay.
I've lost a friend.
I've lost a friend.
To think it's sad
Is a pi
Only If Its You-Pairing: Xemnas x SaixOnly If Its You5 years ago in Romance More Like This
-Notes: This fanfiction contains yaoi/shounen ai, which means that it contains boy-boy love, Xemnas and Saix from Kingdom Hearts. If you do not agree with yaoi/shounen ai then please click that wonderful thing I like to call and back button and leave the page.
- Usual Thing: I don't own any of the characters, nor the games of which they come from, just the plot of my fanfiction.
-Please comment on this!
He knew taking the job would be tiring, but he never expected to be this worn out after only three months of being the boss of a weaponry company thirteen. He'd been out all day showing demonstrations on how to use a gun properly to fit the requirements of Health and Safety that had been put into place by law.
All Xemnas wanted to do now was run home and cuddle up with his fiancé Saix.
"Sir," Xemnas sighed and looked to his office door to see an e
Astrid Cossette: BioAstrid Cossette: Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Astrid Cossette
Personality Traits: Dependable, Keen, Encouraging, Valiant, Trusting, Fair, Can get ahead of her self, arrogant, Helpful. Can be a bit lazy with her chores.
Likes: Helping people, black smithing, birds, books, hammers, giving advice. Scouting missions, a good hunt. Traveling. Cats, masks, apples, yo-yos.
Dislikes: Bandits, rude and annoying people, wolves, bears, zombies, petty thieves, con artists, bugs, dogs, poorly made swords.
Attributes: As a Knight, Astrid is adept with swords and shields. She is quite fast on her feet and relies on her wits instead of pure brute strength to win a sword fight. She is also a good marksmen, as she is taught how to hunt with a bow.
Weakness: Wolves frighten her whenever she hears or sees one. She can be spooked easily by unknown things she has no idea about.
Background: Astrid was once an apprentice to a black smith, she likes to forge weapons like swords, spears,maces, daggers,
Life is an arena chapter 18Chapter 18 Permission denied.Life is an arena chapter 182 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pain, so much pain…
Knockout tried to block him, but the son was too strong. Skyler growled and transformed into his wolf form. Snarling he ran off.
“Skyler, no!” Flairfire exclaimed as she saw the son leaving their refuge. She hurried to run after him and when saw the sky she jumped and flied away.
The medic joined Flairfire, but he couldn't fly like her and didn't have four paws like Skyler, so he was too damn slow. Scrap!
"Snowfire, come back!" He shouted when looked back and saw the daughter chased by Soundwave.
The silent mech grabbed the mate with a quick move and blocked her kicking legs as he landed with a jump.
But he sent Lazerbeak to record the friends’ position, so he could send the information to Megatron and Death Dancer.
Knockout meantime was huffing. He growled when Flairfire became smaller and smaller in the sky. "Scrap, I'm too old for this!" He cursed as he kept running.
Crystal held Breakdown's servo, begging: "
PewDiePie 10 Day drawing challengePewDiePie 10 day drawing challengePewDiePie 10 Day drawing challenge3 years ago in Settings More Like This
BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT XD
-all themes listed bellow must be DRAWN and IN ORDER
-NO YAOI CONTENT PLEASE
-No sexual content (the only expection is drawing Piggeh because of his sexual personallity)
1.) PewDie himself
2.) favorite PewDiePie character
3.) favorite moment
4.) PewDie and CutiePie
5.) PewDie and ANOTHER LPer (Let's Player)
6.) Favorite game he has played
7.) Genderbant PewDie and friends
8.) Your persona (or yourself) and PewDie~
9.) favorite line
10.) *EPIC BROFIST WITH PEWDIE*
The Pointed Problem“Captain, I believe I have noticed a pattern when we beam down to a planet that does not know of alien life.”The Pointed Problem2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“And what’s that, Mr. Spock?”
“My ears seem to get us in a lot of trouble.”
Jim smiled, regardless of the fact that his shoulders were hurting from having his wrists chained up near his head. Spock was chained up beside him. He looked at his first officer, “Aww, don’t be like that.” He reached over to rub his long ears between his fingers, “I quite like your ears. It makes you… unique.”
Unconsciously, Spock tilted his head a little towards his captain’s hand, “I am hardly unique, captain. All Vulcan have ears like mine.”
“Yes, but not all Vulcan are as cute as you.”
Spock looked puzzled, looking at Jim, “I still do not understand that word clearly.”
Jim took his hand back, letting it dangle in their chains, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell y
h u m a i n . | franceh u m a i n . | france1 year ago in Romance More Like This
That's all anyone cared about these days. You had to be beautiful to find love. You had to be beautiful to get the job. You had to be beautiful to make friends.
Beauty was all around you. The slender, beauty queens and husky, cool guys at your school. Your "identical" twin sister, who looked exactly like you except for the fact that she was petite and healthily skinny. Even your baby brother was in the "Top 100 Beautiful Babies of 2014".
You, on the other hand, looked much different than all of these people.
Yes, you were on the chubby side, but not "fat" as your classmates claimed you to be. Most girls at school stood at 5'2 1/2 feet, but you were 5'5 1/2, clumsily towering over the others. You also had a small group of freckles that covered the bridge of your nose and cheeks. You wore glasses, not contacts, that were considered "an offense to fashion". You were also know for your emotionless expression
Marric Hawke's ListMarric Hawke's List4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Based on Skippy's List: The 213 things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the U.S. Army
Things Marric Hawke is no longer allowed to do in Kirkwall (or the surrounding area)
1. Not allowed to enter my Mabari in the darktown dog races
2. Not allowed to slit my wrists and dance naked under the moonight
3. Even if it was just to fit in
4. I am forbidden to set Carver up on a blind date ever again
5. Not allowed to threaten to burn people within earshot of a templar
6. Not allowed to draw a tranquil sun sign on my forehead as 'camouflage'
7. Not allowed to threaten to steal people souls for selling me out to the Templars, even in jest
8. I will not convince people I am related to Maric Theirin.
9. must not attempt to taunt the Knight Captain
10. Will no longer flirt with the Knight Captain or the Knight Commander
11. Will not tell the Knight Captain that his skirt makes him look 'smashing'
12. I am not allowed to tell a Tenvinter nobleman that "your bitches like Fereldans better."
13. I a
Drunk!2P!Hetalia X Reader - Alcohol MadnessDrunk!2P!Hetalia X Reader - Alcohol Madness3 months ago in Humor More Like This
DRUNK!2P!HETALIA X READER
Created by Paralyzed-Chan--
A bit of sexual content~ ;D
The Music Man Job (pt.1-5)"That was the worst shooting range practice I have ever seen," Zachary Gode laughed, shaking his head as he drove he and his friend Hale back to Hale's home.The Music Man Job (pt.1-5)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I know, you were pretty bad," Hale replied from the passenger seat, crossing his arms, a wide grin spread across his face.
"Me?" Zach sounded offended. "I made every shot, but you!" He laughed a little harder. "Dude, when you first fired and fell back cause the kickback-"
"Hey, I didn't know it was going to be so strong," the anthro wolf defended himself.
"I just wish Wolf could have seen you," Zach said, pulling to a stop in front of Hale's home. "When I told her we were going, she was bummed she couldn't be there to watch."
Hale watched for Zach to park the car before he opened the door and got out. "She wanted to see me make a fool of myself?"
"You know it," Zach grinned, getting out of the car.
"You're a jerk, man." Hale chuckled lightly. He looked over at Zach, but before he could say anything more, his phone rang. He paused
Maybe.Fist fights and battles in my headMaybe.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll always remember what you said...
The day you lied.
Glass shattered all over the dirt
I'll always remember your last words...
The day you died.
I could have saved you, love.
I should have saved you, love.
I would have saved you, love...
Then maybe we could both still be