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
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 Story2 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 thingPerfection3 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 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)2 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
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
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,
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
Secret Saturdays - Exotic Entree Pt II"You're not seriously leaving us with a babysitter, are you???", Zak Saturday whines.Secret Saturdays - Exotic Entree Pt II3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The young Saturday and Gorilla-Cat follow Doc all the way through the hallway of the south-west wing of Saturday HQ and into the elevator. With the press of a button, the elevator starts taking the three Saturdays down to the hanger deck where Drew Saturday is waiting for them. Through one of the windows, Fiskerton catches a glimpse of the open ocean over the cliffs reflecting the moon's descending lights just before the elevator had taken the Saturdays below ground.
"Don't even try to argue out of this one Zak", the eldest Saturday challenges.
"For once, your mother and I want to have an anniversary where we don't have to worry about what will happen to the place while we're gone."
"But why a babysitter???", Zak continues.
"Think about it, it actually has the word baby in it!"
"Do you remember what happened the last time we left the two of you alone?"
The young Saturday an
Sadist - Chapter 6Sadist - Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The tall man stood there, the yellow glaring eyes on his bandanna staring at her. He didn’t say anything, just looked. Esther saw him turn his head slightly, looking at the dead body of Ron, and then back to her. Finally her took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it to the ground.
“H-how long have you been standing there?” Esther asked. The tall man stared at her; she was beginning to have a small doubt that he even could talk at all. But then he uttered a short laugh and responded.
“About the time you started shattering the bones in his left hand.” He laughed again, and then was silent. He stared at her, as if waiting for something.
“Well?” He said impatiently.
“Huh?” Esther looked up at the tall, intimidating man.
“You got my attention. What do you want? One does not simply follow around a sadistic being without wanting something.” The amusement had gone out of his voice.
“Well, do you remember me?
Sadist - Chapter 9Sadist - Chapter 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Evening of the next day; Esther had just finished work. She walks outside to see Zehnder waiting for her, as he usually does. She smiles and walks towards him as he begins to walk down the sidewalk.
“Anything special today? Or just the usual walking around?” Esther asks, as she catches up to him.
“Yes, actually. Something more exciting, it should be fun.”
“Where are we going?”
“Again?” Esther sighed, a little disappointed.
“Don’t worry; it’s more exciting than those sorry asses that we dealt with yesterday. I think you’ll enjoy it. You got your hammer?”
“Yep! Right here!” Esther opened up her bag wide enough to see the top of the hammer in it, although she didn’t take it out; someone might see.
They walked along; Esther was excited for this special event. She felt that is was going to be a happy day for the two of them.
They arrived at the park as the sun was almost f
Between the Moth and the FlameMoth-like we dance metaphors around each other,Between the Moth and the Flame3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the flames beguile with serpentine smiles
and I wonder if I am any better,
my secrets flounder in veils of smoke.
Desperately yearning for a touch,
but with wings so delicate how can we dare?
You leave behind the powdered snow of love,
flaking away upon my fingertips,
but then where would you be?
(trapped inside the glass jar we constructed in fear and fragility)
(I wonder is my love such camphor?)
And there is the fire that would tear me away
with such masculine heat,
dare I resist?
(your gentleness I know is hard-edged, but he comes as a tour de force)
I struggle between myself
caught betwixt iron and feathers
(I know how you consume my thoughts)
but he begins to shed shadows
and lingers in precarious, inconspicuous places.
So I will dangle as a pendulum
held barely by a delectable thread of carnivorous silk
which may at any moment give way
and pitch me forth.
(will your satin wings, untouched be enough to catch me?)
(or will I b
I.a messI.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing it could be a part of something it never makes an effort does
dwelling in its chambers
attempting to forget
looking outside to see just a world
a place it knows nothing of
a room it confides in
a seat that it never leaves
things will never change
no promises to change ensues a lifetime of regret
it'll never learn
Sadist - Chapter 2Sadist - Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With no relatives living nearby, Esther was taken to an orphanage. It was a nice little place; there was nothing really wrong about it. Although many of the others noticed that Esther always seemed to be preoccupied. She was always either drawing pictures with crayons, or playing with that blue horse plush.
Several couples that had wanted to adopt a child selected Esther to be a part of their family. Esther was a cute and well behaved little girl, a good kid. However, they changed their minds when they saw her artwork. The subject of nearly all of her pictures was that tall man. Strange barbed tendrils branching out of his back and a frightening grin on his face.
These images scared many of the other children, and the caretakers often asked Esther to stop drawing him. To this, Esther humored them a bit by drawing normal pictures; a brown dog in a field of grass, an orange striped cat in a tree, a gray mouse sitting on a chunk of yellow cheese. But she always resorted back to her normal
Sadist - Chapter 11Sadist - Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the darkness of the early day, Esther walked quickly. It was almost twilight, the sun seemed like it would emerge from the horizon in a little bit. She sped up, that memory playing in her mind. That regained memory, and the memory of Zehnder the last time she saw him.
Esther looked around; but found no one. No cars, no people, not even a stray cat.
She looked around for anything; any clue or sign at all. Still, nothing. But then, finally, she found something. She saw a small spatter of blood, and then another, and another. She followed this trail of blood to a small parking lot next to a convenience store, only to be greeted by a gruesome mess.
Blood was all over the place. Esther couldn’t even tell how many people there were, they were all broken up. Blood, flesh, and gore covered the ground, in many places you couldn’t even see the asphalt underneath. Faces had been smashed against the wall, arms had been torn off and tossed away, and bones had been crushed and crushed
NightBlueish sky that coversNight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A romantic time for lovers
Twinkling stars sparkling till day
A lot of time to have a gourmet
Peaceful air all around
With creepy, yet exquiste sounds
The gleaming, white moon shines brightly
Like a celestial being so heavenly
The forest darken and fireflies occur
Twas so enchanting to little her
Poisonous LoveWarning: Contains (m/m) themes.Poisonous Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Jake's always been a bit of a loner. He keeps to himself and doesn't mind it that way. But he can't help it when his eyes are drawn in by the dazzlingly personality of Hunter, the most popular jock in his class. But slowly, Hunter breaks down Jake's invisible shield and they become friends through peculiar circumstances. Still, is it really possible for Jake to be just friends with Hunter? Can he keep his feelings bottled up?
Jake watched that delicious sweat drip down Hunter's back as he ran in for another lay-up. His biceps bunched as he moved, and a mesmerizing smile displayed across his radiate face, slowing down time and causing the raven-haired boy's heart to ache.
Jake had been observing from the bleachers each day for the past week since basketball practice started. He, of course, told the devoted athlete that he was just there for moral support and as his friend.
But in reality, the boy with emerald eyes and jet-black hair
LonelinessDean tightened his red-black striped tie and smoothed out his white button up shirt inside the elevator. He had almost a dozen of that same shirt at home and wore them to work every day, despite having many shirts to choose from, ranging from party shirts he had never worn to graphic tees that he lounged around in. His body looked like it was stuck in high school with his boyish face, puny frame and black hair that revealed a dark brown sheen when the sunlight hit it. He easily looked like he belonged in an office job, or playing D&D. He fit perfectly inside the role society had placed him in. Well except with D&D, he never understood the appeal of that. Dungeon Lords was more up Dean’s alley. Dungeon Lords was easier to understand and didn’t require the participants to be Lord-of-the-Geeks. Anyone who liked board games could enjoy that one.Loneliness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The elevator chimed right before opening. The office looked the same as ever. Cubicles were jammed against one another, packin
A Promise Made, A Promise KeptCullen stared at the small group in front of him, desperately trying to maintain a semblance of calm. Hawke spoke to him curtly, obviously angered by the expected responses he'd parroted. But Meredith's people were everywhere, and if he wanted to maintain his position as Knight-Captain, Cullen knew he had to keep up the appearance he'd cultivated.A Promise Made, A Promise Kept4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You play a dangerous game in coming here, Lady Hawke," he said carefully, quietly. "You've done much for Keran and Macha, and your new standing in the city guarantees you a measure of protection not granted to most people in your position. But I would not test the Knight-Commander's patience further, especially considering the company you bring with you."
The blond man at her side stiffened and glared at him, and Cullen stared impassively back, ignoring the faint ache in his chest. He would not react, would not betray to the eyes watching that anything out of the ordinary w
Look Behind the TextJust because our art isn'tLook Behind the Text4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't mean it can't be
And just because it makes you
Doesn't mean it can't be
Just because our art doesn't
Doesn't mean we didn't put in
And just because our
Doesn't mean it isn't
We can do amazing things with words, you just need to
And look behind the text