LeafClan CatsLeafClan Cats4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Leader: Sparrowstar (Brown) -Female
Deputy: Lionpelt (Orange) -Male
Medicine Cat: Gorsemark (White) -Male
Cloverblaze (Brown) -Female
Hazelpelt (Dark-Brown) -Female
Gingerleap (Orange) -Male
Amberflower (Tan) -Female
Cinderbreeze (Light-Gray) -Male
Snakestalker (Gray) -Male
Scarletfeather (Red-Brown) -Female
Hawkcatcher (Dark-Brown) -Male
Squirrelnose (Orange) -Male
Honeyfern (Brown) -Female
Shrewclaw (Light-Brown) -Female
Swiftpetal (Tortoiseshell) -Female
Ravenleap (Black) -Male
Owlflight (Dark-Gray) -Male
Harepelt (Dark-Brown) -Male
Breezetail (Gray) -Male
Patchfur (Dark-Gray) -Male
Moonfur (Light-Gray) -Female
Free from painWe weren't made to throw our lives awayFree from pain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We weren't made to hold hatred inside
We weren't made to destroy the ones we love with additions and weapons were we?
Were we made to just accept the lives someone else gave us?
Don't we want more then be a puppet to someone to doesn't love us?
To step out of the anger and rage that corrupts the world.
To be free, to walk on the right path.
I was told when I was young that anyone could change the world
It wouldn't come from power or strength but by those who chose to love and forgive
IceClan CatsIceClan Cats4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Leader: Froststar (Light-gray) -Female
Deputy: Crystalfeather (White, light gray stripes) -Female
Medicine Cat: Sedgeheart (Tortoiseshell) -Male
Snowstorm (Light gray) -Male
Honeystripe (Light-brown, golden stripe) -Female
Mousepelt (Light-brown) -Male
Mistyfern (Gray) -Female
Silverfoot (Light-gray) -Male
Spottedtail (Gray, black spots) -Male
Mooneyes (Blue-gray) -Male
Tigerrain (Tortoiseshell) -Female
Windleap (Light-gray) -Male
Sorrelwind (Dark-brown) -Female
Cloudheart (White) -Female
Brightdapple (Gray) -Female
Toadpelt (Brown) -Male
Wolfleap (Gray) -Male
Stonespirit (Dark-gray) -Male
Whitefoot (Light-gray) -Female
Pepperfern (Light-brown) -Female
Graybird (Gray) -Male
Aquapaw (Blue-gray) -Female [Brightdapple/Heavybreeze]
GiygasLonely,Giygas2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
In the empty vastness of space,
All of my crew are dead,
and I alone am lost in space.
And yet it's quiet,
Was I expecting a noisy death?
There is no air in space to trasmit sound.
What was that?
What is that noise?
I-In the sky!
What is that?
Are you singing?
Or are you screaming?
Are you in pain?
What are you trying to say?
This ringing in my ears and your visage . . .
Are you a hallucination, caused by my slowly imminent death by oxygen loss, starvation, and dehydration?
Or are you really there?
You sound beautiful, yet sad.
Her Name Was ChastityHer name was Chastity, which was funny because she was anything but chaste. She loved to fuck, and by the time I met her she'd done it plenty of times. Far more than I had, and that's saying something.Her Name Was Chastity3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose most guys would have been worried getting involved with a girl like her, but I wasn't. Just the opposite. I loved that she wasn't ashamed to admit she enjoyed sex, that she had it as often as she wanted and didn't let petty words like "slut" define her.
And I loved her name—the irony of it, the way it sounded, the way it tasted in my mouth. Despite its meaning, "chastity" has got to be one of the most erotic words ever invented. It made me want to fuck her even more. Every time I said it—every time I thought it—the air around me would humidify and I would look at her and see an innocent child, pure and untouched, and I would want to deflower her all over again.
I told her this once, and she laughed and said, "Oh, Christian… how un-Christian of yo
Eat The Sun"Mama, can you eat the sun?" eight-year-old Hunter said in between his sloppy chewing of his sugary, morning breakfast cereal.Eat The Sun2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His mother, a tired woman with heavy, dark circles under her eyes, sighed and gave a tired and sad smile.
"Of course not, Hunter. That's impossible. It's so far away, honey." she tried to reason.
"And it would be really hot, wouldn't it?" he spat out bits of half-chewed cereal.
"Yes. Something so far away has to be really hot to keep us warm."
Hunter nodded. It made perfect sense, but that didn't stop him from being curious to the sun's taste.
"I bet it'll taste like soup fresh off the stove when I don't blow it cold." he tried to explain as his mother cleared the kitchen table of their breakfast.
"I don't know, baby. I never tried to eat the sun. When you get home maybe we can bake some sun cookies and you can eat those." his mother yawned. "Grandma will help."
Hunter grinned. He was happy that his mother was finally back to normal. Days of crying and sleeping
NothingI used to be lightning.Nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Power surged beneath my skin,
and in the silence, I heard myself thrum.
I used to be fire.
I burned bright inside, stellar lungs,
and in the cold, I sang myself warm.
Still and dark.
My stone sinews crack.
I am vacuum, deep void of space.
Asteroid dust, floating.
Sonnet to Breathabout the rib. it makes sense. at Out-Sonnet to Breath2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
back my father picks it up, gets it stuck in
his teeth, and like a brutish harpist plucks it out,
lets it settle. smoking preference? menthol. in-
door seat? the closest waterfall. they knife out
flower from vegetable. “the game” drags students in
collectively, like how a yawn moves-- uncoils out--
humanity starts rippling. how much of school was in
a herd like this? how much was ringworm? out
here is lonelier; my romance is silent. in
time I think of him and am bothered by it. out
the window steeps a sunrise. it’s five in
the morning. can he sleep? my laptop’s out
and holy Book! he’s up, but then— that rib again.
Rise of Fire Clan : Chapter 1Rise of Fire Clan : Chapter 1Rise of Fire Clan : Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Two lone figures slipped between the broken fence panels. The first and larger of the pair lifted his head and tasted the air.
"Nothing but pelt-changer rubbish" he growled to the slim queen beside him. Sighing she padded on; each rib showed through her thin but tidy pelt. Homelessness hadn't stopped her from grooming herself like most of the loners around this place.
"I guess we'd better get back to the others before they start to worry" she answered already turning back. A hiss sounded behind them
"Who do you think you are and what do you think your doing on my territory" the larger tom spun around
"I'm Swift and we're just passing through," he answered quickly bearing his overlarge teeth. A pair of sparkling eyes faced him
"Well I'm Ticky and this is my place!" without hesitating he leapt, claws unsheathed, at Swift's partner.
"Stream!" Swift exclaimed already speeding toward his mate. He butted Ticky's flank causing him to collapse on the dark, d
The Fall of EpithilinonIThe Fall of Epithilinon2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let no man speak of wars whence
No answer graced our call,
Let man remember gods thence
Gods, watchful of our fall;
Speak in silenced sighs, men,
Dead men hither sleep,
No flag here flails, amen, amen!
Who can ever beweep
Our brethren in the deep.
Frightened colours breached the sky,
The church bells played a dirge;
The bustling hills and vales so nigh
In crimson rage did merge,
Archers with crescents held high
Keen arrows fell like sin,
The portcullis in sorrow, shy
Interred our fathers in
The last grave of our kin.
Wailed the night in thunder blare;
The mangonels did come,
Lonely trumpets singed the air
When Earth ravished our home;
The eastern tower, wasting wear
For a trebuchet did bow,
Fallen stone and ballista bare
Broke its stony vow,
As the beadle mopped his brow.
Mildly armoured, men at arms
Stormed the brazen fray,
Howled the castle’s cold alarms:
Ladder men up the brae!
Blazed in ire the fields and farms:
The winter’s yield was spent;
Just Let GoJust let go.Just Let Go1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stop trying to catch yourself.
Stop trying not to fall.
Let go of the things that keep you lost.
Let go of things you fear.
Float or plummet,
Be free of worldly snares.
Forget the light.
Forget the dark.
Forget tears and blank stares.
There is no reason.
There never was.
Your fate was left to chance.
Close your eyes.
Resist the noise.
Abandon hope’s sweet grasp.
Abandon thoughts of what’s fair.
I beg you please,
Stop crying and let go.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288Vanguard, Chapter 1: Duncan2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
I'm 0kayTha-thump.I'm 0kay3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep my head above water, breathe.
...I'm still here.
A stretching of arms,
a reaching of hands,
a green light grasped between fingers,
like salvation itself,
I'm still in here,
I'm still here,
don't leave me,
don't leave me!
I rise up,
out of stone,
out of chains
out of quiet, purple, dark,
out of this metal body,
out of this empty prison,
out of ribbets
and blue, bloody ribbons.
I shed my death,
I shed the past,
I shed my fear,
House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween storyToday is Halloween!House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween story9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Josh with his parents and brother Adam eating breakfast. Boys were very excited because of this day, after school they going to end making their creepy costumes and in the evening they going for candies. Their parents was happy that they planned have fun because they was new in city and they worried that boys will think too much about new school and only worry about it. They hoped they will go with some others kids and will make friends.
After breakfast boys go fast at the bus stop. They don't wanted miss their bus to school. They was in same age, they were 9 years old. At the bus stop was some kids and Josh started talking to one with which was in class. Adam was more shy and he just stood next to his brother. Boy noticed it and smiled to him
-hi, I'm Mike, you are Josh' s brother right?
Adam looked up at boy and smiled a little. He doesn't expected that someone will want talk with him.
-yes. I'm Adam.
Mike smiled more.
-you guys are cool, you wanna go with m
And he saw the moon.Hidden awayAnd he saw the moon.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from his heart and home
and after his tears
had been stolen away ,
he looked up to sky
and saw the moon.
He wondered what this radiance
that still shined upon him
was, for even the sun
had forsaken him
and he blessed it
and deemed it his savior.
from love and light
and after his hope
had been stolen away,
he looked up
and saw the moon.
And each night he prayed
to its light's benevolence
and would place a chair
beneath it and reach
he was closer to its kindness.
from his wonder and worry
and after his care
had been stolen away ,
he looked up to sky
and saw the moon.
And he began to believe
and his belief cemented til
he began to know
there was no light<
FiniteI sometimes wish you were small—Finite2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so small you could sail this little model ship
into the clouds and never have
to look at a bowl full of put-out cigarettes again,
or make those oh-so-obvious
black paper hearts that you tear
down the center only to
band-aid back together
when I assure you, once again,
that you’re not worthless.
Remember the license plate you had
on that old blue car—
the one that said DANCE?
I wish you’d do that again;
I wish you’d do it in the middle of that abandoned attic
with its weathered beams and emptiness
like we did as children, without shame
and without purpose.
You once said that everywhere you went
places looked desolate, as though the desolation
shadowed you, clinging to your heals,
encasing you like an egg you were
trying to break free of, your arm reaching
for the immensity of the sky—
for a butterfly of hope.
“I feel as big as the world.” You said this
one morning as you purposely spilled that cup
BloodClanBlue eyes gleamed in the moonlit bushes. A strong, muscular cat leaped gracefully out of the bushes, her gray pelt turned silver. A lithe ginger tabby padded silently by her side. I am worried, Featherstar. What will RiverClan say? The large gray tabby looked down at the ginger tabby. You are right to be concerned Squirrelstream. But what can we do about it. We cannot turn back time and change our actions. All we can do is accept the consequences for our actions. Squirrelstream nodded, and once more the duo fell silent. After what seemed like nine lifetimes, the four massive oaks crept into Squirrelstreams line of vision. As if obeying an unspoken command, Squirrelstream and Featherstar quickened the pace from a gentle, easy walk to a trot, then to a run. Finally, ThunderClan burst into Fourtrees.BloodClan7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Featherstar leapt on top of the Great rock, and Squirrelstream went to search for her SkyClan friend, Twigheart. She spotted him sitting next to his deputy Raven
The Origin of AnthroThe Origin Of AnthroThe Origin of Anthro7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometime in the future (2418 to be exact), a man walks into a private high school. He is there to sit in on a class taught by Lee Meeks. Professor Meeks was a world-renown biologist who had quit his labs to teach at Scale High, the most prestigious high school in the country. It was from Lee that the man, Juan Garcia, had hoped to learn why the world was as it was since Lee pioneered most of the advances that lead to how things were.
As Dr. Garcia roamed the halls looking for Prof. Meeks room, he was confronted by a petite, brunette woman. Probably a hall monitor of some sort, she contrasted Dr. Garcia in every way. He had red hair, was about 6 feet 4 inches, and had a very sturdy build. Like the professor for which he was looking, Garcia was a biologist. Unlike Prof. Meeks however, Dr. Garcia was a field-biologist and was always in excellent shape from his treks around South America, now the human continent. Are you lost Sir? the woman asked.
Otter TF StoryOtter TF StoryOtter TF Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Molly peered out the window as several butterflies fluttered by. Sighing, she returned her attention to the book that was positioned right in front of her.
“The square root of 1,230 is…..” Molly trailed off swaying her pencil in a back and forward motion. She had been doing math problems for 30 minutes and already, it was beginning to bore her to the point of going to sleep.
Hearing nothing but the ticks of a nearby wall clock and the chirping of the birds outside; Molly began to close her eyes as she drifted into unconsciousness. Her hand began to lose the grip of the pencil she was holding.
“Molly!” A voice shouted snapping the girl out of her drowsiness.
“Yes Mom?” Molly replied quickly returning her focus to her math book and pretending to write down answers.
Erika came through the door with several books stacked upon another in her arms, each one adjourning a different subject. Molly’s eyes widened as she saw how many
Flashyes, there’s something niceFlash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about fireworks that
cut through the night and
spill golden light all over
those who watch
but there’s also something magical
about the smoke trails
by each and every
how they show
where the fireworks tore through the darkness
breaking through the unknown
even with no light to guide them
how they display
not only where we end up
but how we fought to get there
and I realize
that as pretty as each little flash is
how beautiful each burst of color seems
I think I’d much rather
be learning about
I'll Miss You Too Much“Jesus, Gavin, are you fucking mentally retarded, you fucking idiot? What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Michael screamed to the man sitting next to him, who tried holding back his laughter.I'll Miss You Too Much2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“I’m sorry, Mi-”
“You fucking moron! You cost us the game, we were so fucking close!”
“Aaand, Geoff wins the Tower of Pimps!” Geoffrey purred into his mic. Jack and Ryan chuckled, still glancing over their shoulders and at the two arguing behind them.
“Michael, I didn’t know, I’m so-”
“Of course you didn’t, you fucking dumbass, you don’t know a goddamn thing you fucking idiot.”
“But what about team Nice Dynamite?”
“Not that bullshit again, just shut the fuck up.”
“Mavin, nooo,” Ray called out sadly, and Michael shot him an angered glare.
“No. Mavin is dead. Gavin fucking killed it.” He stood up, slamming his controller on the desk, and stormed o
Neighbors Through the Glass Revised“Do you know why you’re here?”Neighbors Through the Glass Revised1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A menacing spotlight shone on me from the direction of the ominous voice. I shivered, looking around frantically in the darkness. Where was I and how did I get there?
A sigh emanated from the darkness, and I managed to stumble out an answer in response.
“No. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“We know you didn’t. But you saw something didn’t you?”
I remembered waving to my neighbor from my pod after I’d gotten home from my assigned job as bookkeeper just like I did every day. He was an elderly gentlemen and he lived directly to the right side of me. Our pods were made of glass, like little glass cubicles stacked one on top of the other just like in a skyscraper office building, as the Government described when they first pitched the ideas to the Citizens. They reminded me of a display case for humans. You could see inside each pod on the right and left of your own pod as far as your eye could str
the boy with twelve bracletsthe cobwebs of your past clingthe boy with twelve braclets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the inside of your ribcage
and gently strangle your heart.
when i saw you for the first time
i had already known you for weeks,
taken part in your gorgeous
conversations and watched you spread
laughter like a perfect virus
among all the people you met.
you wore twelve bracelets,
six on each wrist;
once upon a time they served
to cover a mistake you made
when you were thirteen,
but it wasn’t a mistake now
so much as a story
about a boy who was brave enough to keep breathing,
and you kept the bracelets just because their memory annoyed you
when you took them off.
that was what you said, anyway.
then i learned how sure you were
that you were only pretending
to be brave.
you wore a mirror as a face,
silver and starlike,
molded to your features and well-rehearsed
in reflecting just what you
knew people wanted to see
and one night,
terrified of seeing nothing but myself
[and greedy to see your face]
i smashed the mirror.
i expected you to scramb
It Had To Be FrogsSunday, October 13th, 2013. Helwan's Circle. It rained frogs.It Had To Be Frogs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, it had to be frogs. Serena stepped over them as best she could, but they were everywhere. It wasn't the kind of thing you expected to see in smallish town America. One or two, maybe. Any more than that and you're wading into witch burning territory.
Serena really didn't want to wade into witch burning territory.
“What seems to be the problem?” Serena asked, “Aside from the frogs.”
Mrs. Caprica wrung her hands---Serena had never actually seen anyone do that. Truth be told, she'd rather not see it again. The woman had probably been wound too tightly even before any of this happened.
“We just wanted a baby,” she said.
“And you tried to invoke...”
“Heqet,” she said, “She's Egyptian. Ancient Egyptian, I mean.”
“I know who she is,” Serena said, as gently as she could. The frogs were staring a little too intently.
“I followed the bo