The Beast of Howls Ch4The Beast of Howls Ch49 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Beast of Howls
Chapter 4: Acceptance.
Jynan stirred in her sleep, not from cold as the air was yet warm from the hot summer’s day, but from the rustling of leaves and a tugging on her white slip. When she had jumped from the cliff to save Arilla she had gone in full clothing save any shoes. Once she had completed her trek into the woods she realized she was not dressed appropriately for the Breeding. It was tradition that all virgins were to wear a simple white cotton gown with no undergarments. Jynan discarded her outer vest and skirt, followed by her undergarments and socks. All that remained was her white cotton slip with the smallest detail of soft lace around the neckline. She didn’t much care for lace, usually it was itchy and made her scratch herself constantly. Some of the designs she had seen lace used in a dress or undergarment was horrendous or too poofy. This was simple. And the best part? It didn’t itch.
Again there was tugging on her cotton s
Forbidden Love: ForgivenForbidden Love: Forgiven3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You have me, Fenris"
That's what she said..
It gave me hope that maybe I was...
"Freedom must be a terrible burden."
Varric had muttered as he and Aveline left my chambers. Then another walked in, the person that mattered most to me,whether she still believed that or not. After the scene at the Hanged Man with Danarius and my sister, I needed time to cool. But now I had so much to explain to her.
"They don't understand. Yes I am free,Danarius is dead but it doesn't feel like it should."
This was the start,getting this out of the way would clear my mind for later. As I started she sat on the chair opposite me.
"You thought killing him would solve everything but it doesn't."
She was right, I thought killing would solve it all but there was so much left. Though some of the weight of the years was gone but for some reason it didn't feel as good as I assumed.
"I suppose not. I thought if I didn't need to run and fight to stay alive, I would finally be
The Beast of Howls ch. 6The Beast of Howls ch. 62 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 6: A Prisoner and a Crone.
“Rise and shine Master Svebrouroh. You have a visitor.” A guard said, knocking on the cell door. It was an hour past sunrise and for many an hour too soon to wake. Few slept well for the first few hours after sundown the previous day as the village had honored the centennial Howling with the tradition of sending a young virgin woman to the Breeding.
“I’m not asleep.” Replied the spellmaster. “How could I?” It was a surprise to everyone in Mistbrooke when Jynan the Broken had leapt off of the cliff into the pond below before a true virgin was lowered down. It was believed by all that a woman whose hymen was broken was not worthy of selection for the Beast of Howls to breed with. Why would a Beast want a torn innocence when it could have one that was fresh? Dozens upon dozens of virgin women and girls were sent to the Breeding in the past month and a half but none were chosen. But as it was made clear throughout
Beast of Howls Ch2Beast of Howls Ch29 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2: Choice in the Face of Teeth.
Weeks passed by as younger and younger girls were sent to the Gorge for the ritual Breeding. Every sunrise the virgins would return untouched and one younger would take her place. None of them had been selected as each told the same story. None of them even witnessed the Beast or heard it except for its Howls for a mate far in the distance. The Village and its leaders became even more uneasy when soon the age of the girls they sent were no longer young women in body. The next virgin was three years younger than the last. It was Arilla. A twelve year old who clung to her parents with tears streaming down her face. She had not yet bled as was a sign of maturity or grown breasts or hips fit for carrying a child. Terrified she sobbed and begged to not let the village take her to the Gorge. But the teeth of fear had an angry grip on the hearts of all. So they took her, dressed her in a white cotton gown, and led her to the cliff face near the waterfal
The Beast of Howls ch1The Beast of Howls ch19 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 1: The Howling.
It had been a century since the last Howling. The whole village knew it was only a matter of nights till the next one. Then on the eve of the midsummer’s moon the air went from stone still to whistling winds as a deep rumble stirred the people of Mistbrooke from their beds. It was time. All the young women from the village were assembled and inspected by the local midwife. She found their bodies physically pleasing, supportive hips, and their hymens unbroken: they were ripe for breeding. All of them, except one. The girl’s name was Jynan, daughter of the Spellmaster. She was to be taken to the stake at the village center to be publicly shamed, any woman who gave herself to a man before marriage was a disgrace to their family and a danger to the village. If she had been given as a sacrifice for the Beast of Howls the Elves would no longer protect them from the ogre horde to the East or the Beast of Howls from the Gorge to the West.
She was stripped of
Emo PoemsEmo Poems8 years ago in Other More Like This
Many things I regret
I want to take them back
But it's too late
I can never take them back
They've already hurt me so much
What can I do now?
Inside this HELL --
Light fades away
Darkness takes over
My control is gone
I can't be free
Alone and trapped inside this hell
Why won't you save me?
Because it's too late
Lost forever in the darkness
Batman X The Reader Part:3Batman X The Reader Part:32 years ago in Drama More Like This
You had followed Alfred through the halls of Wayne Manor. You couldn't help but get this lonely feeling from the pictures of past Wayne's that once roamed these halls. "Here is the room you will be staying in miss, I hope it's to your liking." Alfred said as he gestured for you to enter.
The room was beautiful, it had gold walls with black damask print on them. There was a bed by the back wall and a outside deck. "It's perfect Alfred!" You gasped still shocked by the size and beauty of it.
"In the closet you'll find a pair of pajamas for you." Alfred said, "Oh and I also will bring you up something to eat, would you like anything in particular?"
"No Alfred just make me whatever." You say as you walk inside your room.
"Well then I'll be back in about an hour with your food." Alfred said as he left you in your room.
"How's our guest Alfred?" Bruce asked when his butler entered the bat-cave.
"She's in her room sir, and if you don't mind me
EmoThe Darkness becomes me,Emo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I fall into pain.
My life is nothing but pain.
Outside is gay,
So in the dark I will play
Im an individual because I dress like my friends,
And I will decide when my life ends
A swirling torrent of hurt and despair,
As I run bloody fingers through my own hair.
Unhappy and withered, for here I will sit.
All just because
My girl-pants dont fit.
SNKvsDCU: Poison IvySNKvsDCU: Poison Ivy2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Poison Ivy (real name: Pamela Lillian Isley)
Abilities: Plant-based powers
Official Team: Gotham Gals
Debut: Batman #181
Voice Actor: Laura Bailey
Pamela Lillian Isley was a brilliant botanist until a freak accident at a laboratory transformed her into an inhuman and sultry yet sinister being with plant based abilities and the capability to seduce regular humans into her will. Pamela, now known as Poison Ivy, cares solely for plant life that she mothers and as an eco-terrorist, she will do anything to protect it from humanity through hostile, misanthropic means.
*Rapid Thorns: Poison Ivy shoots thorns from her palm at her opponent.
*Vine Whip: She uses a vine like whip and whips her opponent with it.
*Ivy Storm: She summons poison ivy plants from the ground close to herself and they rise at her opponent, similar to Terry Bogard's Power Geyser.
sleep tightThere are dreamscapes,sleep tight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
vast blank planes that unfurl
in the night to greet me.
They roll off my tongue - like
the lies I used to tell you -
and dribble down my chin,
collecting in the hollow of my throat.
I am swaddled wholly by them,
need no coddling but their
You roam my body,
grace me with your 'why me' smiles,
and grip me tighter.
A Dark PlaceIt's been days, but it feels like seconds ago when I held her limp, bloodied corpse in my trembling arms. I hear my own laughter rising, like it's one of her sick attention stunts, if only. I haven't moved from this spot even then, time passes still and I hear her giggle and call for her sweetie. My Harles, one minute skipping around like a mesmerized child in a candy store, next...boom. Her mask blew a few feet away, bloody stained pigtails, not enough strength to scream in the agony I knew she was in. I had forgotten how fragile she really was after all these years, how human she was. Bat-freak will pay for making her the fragile human she never wanted to be, the one promise I can keep. Ironic really, the Batman breaking his one rule: the golden Bat-rule. Does regret cross his pathetic, cruel mind? Sorrow? For taking my Harley away from me? For shattering his one rule? I know this for certain, he will die a painful death. And I'll do it with my own two hands.A Dark Place4 years ago in Drama More Like This
EmoEmo?Emo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?
not so picture perfect.when i was seventeen,not so picture perfect.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world told me that it was at my feet,
& patiently waited for me to step foot in it
so it could take me as its own.
he told me that the world would
eat me alive
but have faith, he said,
get down on your knees & pray.
i guess god must have low self-esteem.
eighteen taught me
that love couldn't conquer all,
despite the faith it demanded
trust was wearing thin,
just like his excuses,
& i didn't know my role
in a world made for those
who knew their place.
when i was nineteen,
the future escaped me
& the present was a gift
that i did not ask for.
i was drained, exhausted,
& secluded in a cave
constructed from the remains of myself
that i salvaged from the world.
it was no wonder i was empty.
time was running out.
the book i was blindly writing
made little sense, & i was reading
braille on the skin of others.
the sand that weighed me down
shifted, until the glass cracked.
i guess time ran out.
twenty-one was rebirth,
honey, please don't pull that triggerI'm always taking bullets for you.honey, please don't pull that trigger1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
RememberingRememberingRemembering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brother said he slept with me (unholy congress),
a bramble brier of limbs, cocks and mouths.
They never said, oh so poor sleeping beauty’s wall
was pocked with uncoupled blasphemous poppies.
But I was a strumpet, the number of how many I slept with
could be be found if you tore through a cereal box.
His first wife sang Hail Marys when hearing of my lovers,
labyrinthine mazes of prayers. When my husband danced with me.
the Pavan, Lord Zouch’s Maske. We all wore delicious masks,
fingers touching then other things touched, fevered, liquid.
But that was a long, long time, things are clove breaths,
they are endlessly muttered prayers, they are my brother standing.
The blade is waiting for both of us (but he is innocent).
I am not but I was not taught to be innocent.
So I remember a mouth singing unholy psalms into my mouth.
Harleen's Destiny - Chapter 1Harleen's Destiny - Chapter 15 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Joker's New Pet
My name is Harleen Quinzel and I am a psychiatric therapist.
I am the youngest doctor in Arkham Asylum and all my friends and family think I'm nuts working there...ahem, excuse me, I don't wish to sound unprofessional. The patients didn't take to me as well as I had hoped. Some thought I was too young and therefore I couldn't possibly understand their 'tormented souls', as they put it. I was ready to give up until I was assigned patient 1023. The notorious Joker.
Before I accepted the Joker as my patient he would have to accept me and even then I wasn't sure whether I wanted to. All the other patients scared me and all the other doctors were uncomfortable with the media, the safety of their families...and the patient himself.
I remember lying in bed watching tapes of Gotham Central exploding and The Joker's messages to GCN. It was like watching a horror movie and choosing how it ended, do I try and cure the c
Count On ItWhy do you hate me?Count On It5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What did I ever to do to you?
I give you everything I have, everything I am. I let you do whatever you want to me; I never complain. I keep my mouth shut like a good girl until you're finished. And then I snuggle up next to you, and you're at peace for the night. Each time I fall asleep, I pray that when I wake it'll be the morning you decide to give it all up. And love me the way I love you. I pray so hard to any god that will listen. None of them ever do. I guess you're right then, that I don't matter. I don't even matter enough to get my prayers answered.
But, shit, I've wanted this more than anything I've ever wanted anything.
I don't care what they say. I don't care how many times my friends tell me it won't work. It will, I know it will. We're meant for each other, puddin. Star-crossed lovers. I don't know how I know it, I just do. No matter how many times you slap me, bruise me, bite me, stab me, hurt me, I still feel like I'm in the right place. When yo
Two truths and a Lie ch 5Two Truths and a Lie - JokerxHarleyTwo truths and a Lie ch 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Even If The Voices Are Not Real, They Have Some Good Ideas
Harley woke to the harsh yet familiar glare of hospital lighting. The right side of her face felt completely numb. She lightly traced the spider web of black stitches that threaded up her cheek.
"He did quite a number on you, Ms. Quinzel." She turned her head to the left to find Commissioner Gordon sitting at her bedside.
That isn't our name. Tell him to shut it.
"I think you mean Dr. Quinzel, Commissioner."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the right to a professional title revoked when one becomes a patient at Arkham?"
"According to your superior, you requested a sabbatical yesterday, six days after refusing one. Less than 8 hours later, we apprehended the Joker in your home." Gordon leaned forward in his chair. "I don't believe in coincidences, Ms. Quinzel."
"You think I was expecting him."
"I think you were in contact with him, and I want to know how
Goodbye PuppeteerYou let me build my house with glass,Goodbye Puppeteer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and filled the rooms with sharp objects.
My doors are made of sick fantasies;
the locks fashioned with lies and political prescriptions
I adopted a pet and named her Insecurity,
she sleeps at the edge of my bloodstained bed...
...follows me to Kingdom come with catharsis.
My meals are comprised of synthetic spirituality.
Consuming cryptic metaphors in dusty dinner chapters.
I drink cisterns of concerned contempt
as the eyeballs roll in corners with toothpicks and martinis.
Popping pills for phantoms they call 'problems',
your comfort is a tranquilizer disguised...disgust.
Arms wrapped me in wrath, constricted by Wisdom.
You clothed me in Judgement but left me naked,
shivering for lack of a face behind the mask...
...you built it from dreams you never attained
My entertainment room is your theater,
you string me up with Judgement Day and Obedience
I'll take a furnace to these whimsical walls,
watch it melt to a molten mass with my paper face
Batman: Cabin Fever 3DAY 4Batman: Cabin Fever 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've had this dream before
Blinking, Selina adjusts her eyes to the light just as the dawn begins to peek through the aged curtains. The pain in her chest is hard to ignore, and yet she musters the strength to sit up. Slowly, she pushes her legs off the side of the bed and touches her toes to the cold, hard floor. The old springs groan as she casts herself off the mattress and carefully puts her full weight down on her two wobbly legs.
Minding the creaking floorboards, she carefully tiptoes over to the window. Lifting the curtain, she looks outside to the vast wilderness. Nothing but trees and an untouched blanket of white is all she can see through the steady fall of snowflakes. This certainly isn't Gotham. The sight would be breathtaking if it didn't make her feel so cold and desperate.
Wrapping her arms around her practically naked body, she begins to shiver. There has to be a town nearby. I need to find my clothes and get the hell out of here be
a salve for the world-weary soulHow frail and fragile are these hands which lofta salve for the world-weary soul1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world in cupped palms. A lifeline stained
With tragedy collecting thick and oft'
'Neath brittle fingernails, these mem'ries pained.
A violet smear, old joints bruised blue
By worry are these bones afflicted still.
And slip'ry is the grip that binds in lieu
Of firm and stable love or iron will.
Alas! The ailments of my limbs fall short,
In power over mine heart they are weak.
There is a bubbling peace my veins doth sport,
Seen in these sparkling eyes and lustrous cheeks.
A remedy for hardships I employ,
You'll find these suff'ring fingers soothed with joy.