DreamsAs I waken from my slumber,Dreams1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cannot help my mind from wonder,
What my life will bring today,
And to why my night-time dreams must fade.
Those vivid dreams that feel so real,
That my reality is keen to steal,
Do not mistake my life as boring,
I just prefer it whilst I'm snoring.
LovecraftMaybe Lovecraft was right,Lovecraft5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As laying awake I shiver,
The invisible beastly faces,
That leer, unknowable, in the night.
He who said that the greatest sensation
Was that screaming terror that surrounds
Humans in the coal-black places
As they know they have no control over creation.
And while the good lie asleep in bed,
The sorcerers who were hidden escape,
Praising Gods beyond the souls capability,
To understand, as to be saved is to be lead.
While those who froth in madness scream,
Of things that were beyond their understanding,
Their dead eyes glaring back the reflections of eternity
And they know that nothing is as it should seem.
And from this blinding, choking bleakness,
One should find the reason to hope,
But no, all that is left is things beyond things,
Manipulating human stupidity and weakness.
As here a little child I stand,
On the edge of something so horrifically vast
That no man or woman can glare into it and return,
With soul intact from that dark land.
War phylosophy in gamesHello fellow deviants,War phylosophy in games1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
After years and years of gaming, i finally realised something. It so happens that, pretty much on every game, there is conflict. It is naturall (what would be the purpose if there was no conflict?), but i sometimes wounder how morally acceptable this is. Pretty much on every game, there is a storyline, enemies between you and your objective and bosses. And every time this happens, it seems you get more points for the most painfull, stylish or simply numerous kills across the game. Eventually, you complete the game, and escape, impunely, after taking away lots of lives. This happens a lot in war games like counter strike, battlefields, call of duty, and so on. In the end, it seems that we forget what it trully means to be at war.
Having a weapon grants you the power to decide who lives or not. It is a great responsibility – however, in games, it doesnt matters if you use it for what is supposed to, it only matters that you can do such a messy carnage with it
Halo:Lost Forerunners - 004Halo:Lost Forerunners - 0043 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Juarez turned her head slightly to a small rustling in the brush. She smiled when a small family of skirmishers emerged, their toothy beaks chittering curiously. Unlike the covenant, these creatures were inoffensive and inquisitive. Completely harmless.
A small skirmishling with a crippled talon shoved it's way past the little mob to witness the strange pink groundling.
Juarez smiled and held out a small rice stalk to the hatchling. It sniffed it hesitantly before snatching it from her hand and nibbling at the tasty grains. She ruffled the feathers on its head playfully before continuing gathering rice stalks into her basket. She enjoyed being away from the rest of society, but she did feel lonely some of the time, so it was quite nice to befriend the tree people on her planet.
As the reptilians ate, the little one raise
Dark ValentineVines creeping and constricting.Dark Valentine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart tries to beat
but only fails in a flattening
thump, thump, thump
The vines turn to hands
and only squeeze more, more
and more. I gasp in pain as
only blood fills where my tears should be.
The evil smirk across you lips,
the lingering smell of alcohol,
the nasty stomach curling smell
still lingered immensely on my mind.
Fingers creeping and constricting,
My heart tries to beat,
but only fails, always fails, in a
flattening thump, thump, thump
My valentine, my thorns around my heart,
Happy Valentines Day, and do us part.
Two Faced Love"There are always two stories,"Two Faced Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he exclaimed as she sat in his lap.
"A happy one and a sad one."
He said as he kissed her neck.
Whispers ofter heard in ears
Lust warming up and dying.
Hearts tattering, blood rushing
blinded by tears of hate and pain.
"Which are we?" she asked him.
He kissed her neck and thought,
"Which are we?" he repeated.
She waited for an answer.
Dirty thoughts and hateful hearts.
Pain aching hearts with
shattering scars, teary eyes and
broken hearts. "Which are we?"
He never answered and she found out.
The daughter of the captainNothing around himThe daughter of the captain4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
So much under him
Plenty of life swarming
Far in the depths hiding
He has always loved it
His mind lost in it
But he's not alone anymore
So far from the shore
He saw her this morning
In hurry and running
Like the other ship's boy
But she's not a boy
She had cut her dark curls
She was wearing man's clothes
But she couldn't hide her eyes
He knew so well these eyes
A long time ago he used to play
With the daughter of the captain
So nice cheeky monkey
Another time another sea
When the daddy died on his ship
Just right-hand-man he had to leave
Thinking she had to be a lady
Guess she didn't want to be
Why the hell is she there
Ships and seas are not for women
Unless you're the daughter of the captain
you'll be raped again and over again
He can't forget her eyes
neither her ingenuous smile
His heart belongs to her
He's supposed to protect her
He wonders why she came
Because they are the same
Loving the sea so much
Needing the ocean so much
She needs plenty of life swa
Merida And The Princess DollMerida and the Princess DollMerida And The Princess Doll7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By John Paul Dodds
As the cameras stopped rolling, Mickey Mouse came dancing out of the eponymously named House of Mouse.
Some primal mouse instinct warned him and he jumped back a second before a pair of hands reached out of the bush to grab him. “C'mere ye lying wee rodent, ye”. The heavy Scots brogue was instantly recognisable. Mickey backed up as a rather peeved looking Merida clambered out of the bush she'd been hiding in. “Errr... Hi... M...M...Merida”, Mickey mumbled, trying and failing to sound his normal, cheery self. “Err... What can I do for you”, he sounded brighter, but it was a brittle, false brightness. As if he already knew why she was here.
“Whit d' ye call this?!”, she demanded, thrusting the foot long cardboard box into his hands. Mickey looked down at the box, and through the clear plastic window, at it's contents. “H-heh”, mickey laughed nervously, “Well, it's y
Guardian Of SmilesThere is nothing I can do for you but cry with you. I cannot comprehend the suffering you have to endure to live each day without him. But I share the burden of the sadness that this cause you. You are a kind and brave soul, and despite of this happening to you I am pretty sure there is still a greater plan for you ahead. I am not saying this to make you feel better, but people like you deserve a happy life. You are a very special person and I know there is nothing I can say that can ease the burden of this pain.Guardian Of Smiles7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life goes on despite of us not wanting to we must. There are still people who needs us. I need you. I know you are trying to look strong even if you are hurting inside. Share it with me, empty it to me. I can take it. I will be strong for you. I may not be strong in anything else but with this you can count on me. I may not be someone you would be the same with the way you did with him, for me, what matters is y
Story previewPreview:Story preview7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Have you heard? “
“The new transfer. Lasted less than a day before the sent her on solitary. Almost feel sorry for Philip. Three broken ribs, concussion, broken nose, missing front teeth, and more wounds and bruises than I care to count”
“Oh Lord. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but that’s heavy. And on the first day…”
The new patient on the West Wing was the topic on everyone’s lips the next week. Never before had anyone dared as much as look wrong at Philip, with the exception of a few, who just didn’t care as long as they left each other be. He spread terror amongst the others, as well as considered himself the King of the inmates. And quite a few of the guards, nurses and doctors too. He was brutal, power-sick and manipulative. With his gang he had created a regime that controlled and punished anyone that didn’t fall in line. Most of the inmates didn’t know who had the
Rift in Reality 7The morning light shone through your window. The gentle breeze blowing in was refreshing and sweet smelling. It had rained hard the night before but it left the air clean and crisp. You checked your weapons pouch for the eighth time in anticipation of your first mission. It was 8:30 am. You had to be at the gates by 9.Rift in Reality 71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You had woken up at six, not because you had to but because you were so excited and all be it a little nervous. Being up before the rest of the house was nice for a change. You slunk downstairs and ate breakfast all alone. This of course gave you the opportunity to use the cursed chopsticks without anyone watching you but you opted to eat with your fingers instead. You tiptoed up the stairs not wanting to wake anyone and began your preparations for your mission. Clothes, check, weapons, check, courage, well not so much. You fondled yo
Kako no Koouri: SongAs though in a dream, though I hardly dream now, I am eternally obsessed with myself.Kako no Koouri: Song1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Held in torment by the sun, moon trapped in my blossom-soft hair, I am a creature of ephemeral existence. Not even footprints are left behind, no tiny dimple marking the white around. My feet are not real, of course; all illusion to hide myself amidst the humans. One word from the bravest of them and they would grow courage; one moment and the fires of heroism would burn. And I would be dead, a rat lying on its back in the mud, stepped over and forgotten in an instant. Food for nothing, certainly no proud witch of the snow.
I shudder the image away. Visions of the crypt and still the blizzard whispers to me, the one speck of life in the hollow air around. It should frost from my lips as the breath from a champing horse, yet, I am nothing here. I am everything in this dead man's wonderland, I am nothing but a tiny flake of snow.
Stark and bone-bleached, I stand, a white ghoul in the lovely death and re
Rift in Reality 3 Home? This was home now. You were given this room in the large and comfortable house you were now to call home. You looked around your room at the sparse furnishings. A simple bed, a night stand, a dresser and an empty closet. Yoshino Nara was a kind woman who after Tsunade and Shikaku left you, came in at once to take you to her home where you would be staying. She brought some clothes for you to wear as well, as your original clothing had been massacred by the car accident, trip through the forest and basic mental breakdown in front of Konaha's gates. A green t-shirt and black pants all of which were much to large for you but you thanked her for her thoughtfulness. Folding the clothes neatly you placed them on top of the dresser for later use. You had been able to bathe here and now finally some time to think and hopefully sleep. All that you owned was your simple undergarmeRift in Reality 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rift in Reality 2 Sakura ran towards the Hokage tower. She knew that this was exactly what Tsunade meant when she said. "If anyone or anything comes into the hospital that seems the least bit strange to you inform me immediately." Sakura had already reported strange injuries that seemed to be caused by things that had no explanation. A corpse had been discovered completely drained of all of it's blood and a young boy had hysterically told the story of being chased by a giant lizard. Though these events were unprecedented Tsunade took them in stride nodding and reaffirming Sakura to report anything strange. She continued running up the stairs and slid to a halt in front of Tsunade's office. She could hear voices from the other side but this she felt was to important. She knocked on the door and let herself in ignoring proper edcit. The two people inside stopped their conversation and looked towards the piRift in Reality 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rift In Reality (please read description first)Your headlights reflected back at you off the dense fog causing you to squint. The night was both humid and cold. The lonely country road was so familiar to you that even with this abnormally thick fog covering you wereRift In Reality (please read description first)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
not concerned. The music was at a deafening volume as you nodded your head in time to the rhythm. Your guilty pleasure, as you sang " Hahha I work out . I'm sexy and I know it." Enjoying the freedom of signing, all
be it horribly at the top of your lungs was what made the drive home late at night tolerable. You bent your head down just enough to turn the volume on the stereo up just a few more notches when you saw something in your
peripheral vision. Your head snapped up. A buck, a huge white tail buck filled up your windshield as your heart caught somewhere between your chest and your mouth. Your foot crashed hard onto the brake as you
frantically turned the steering
Broken HaloBroken Halo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the start of the new term. Lee had decided to clean up the attic so that they can use the space for storage; they had acquired a number of equipment they needed to store away. And who else would volunteer to help him out but his number one slacker student and least favorite person. Although he would rather do it alone, but thinking about it, two people can do it faster. If it was up to him he would rather do it alone, this guy in particular is the talkative type, and he didn't like talking while he works. So he assigned him to the farther part of the attic while he tackled the other end. But of course even if they cannot see each other or rather even if Lee cannot sense him, the man would still try to strike up a conversation with him. He decided to just ignore him, as the man keeps on yapping about some girl in the class. He wanted to give him a piece of his mind, but then that would take time, and he wanted to get out of there, and rid of this student as soon as he could s
Worth It (ReaderXBIGBANG fanfic part...15? )Seung Ri bravely took your hand, right on front of the publicist and you were slightly shocked- hadn’t he kinda just been playing around?? This could look serious. Confused, you turned red and stared into your lap, but you let him keep holding onto it. “This is not a joke,” she said, looking stern and immediately he jerked his hand back into his own lap, dropping yours. “We are trying to start damage control, but there isn’t a lot we can do. You haven’t even debuted yet.” At this point, she leaned in, looking directly at you. “YG is Not, I repeat, Is NOT interested in taking risks. This is your only chance.”Worth It (ReaderXBIGBANG fanfic part...15? )5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“We promise to behave,” Seung Ri said, fluttering his eyelashes. You had a feeling he’d been through this before. Even the fans knew about his reputation and all the sites had comments asking who you were. So far, your name hadn’t been leaked; just the photos, for some reason. Of course, Ri was recognisab
The Sleeping Beast “No!”The Sleeping Beast3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a desperate word, torn from a page of the burning books. Their hearts were consumed, and so was hers, as she wept in the tower overlooking the pyres.
“Relax, my dear.” Her mother said, “They’re only books.”
“Only books?” She cried through leaking eyes, “They’re not only books to me.”
She banished her mother from her tower room and locked the doors. There she sat on the floor and cried her way through the days. The nights were longer- the darkness wouldn’t go away.
A shadow peeled away, on the twelfth night. It materialised into the woman from her nightmares.
She beckoned the girl, “Come, my child. There is still hope.”
“What hope is this? The hope of redemption? I do not seek what you offer.”
A Vampire Story“ It’s all in my head, I think about it over and over again, I replay it over and over again, cause I can’t take it, I can’t shake it no more.” Yes that is what is going through my head right now as I stand here wondering exactly how it came to this. Wondering why it came to be me doing this yet again. I mean killing is in my nature. But I don’t like doing it unless it is really necessary. And as a Vampire you’d think I’d get used to it by now. Especially, since I am over a hundred years old. My name is Julian.A Vampire Story2 months ago in Settings More Like This
My prey due to the Elders is a young woman who has put her nose into our business one to many times. Her name is Melissa, a news reporter of sorts. She is too inquisitive on all the missing people here lately. Grant-it there is more than the usual people missing in this city as of late. Around six in just a day, just to turn up a week later dead and drained of their blood. As I, Melissa thinks it odd. But we have
how to stop someone from hurting youunlock the door. walk in.how to stop someone from hurting you3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
deny it before it ever happens.
(it never happened
leave. walk 2 miles. freeze.
gag on the voice that fails you.
(vow to never speak
repeat this step indefinitely.
(spend all day
go home. shower. go to bed.
plan to sleep forever.
in 20 minutes.)
TabulaI do not know how you have filled my heartTabula4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With hope to love again, as if I woke
From slumber to a place where dreams impart
Their visions of the future in a stroke.
And though you have not held the pen for long
To scribe within my life your poetry,
Inside my chest there swells a growing song
With lyrics you will one night sing to me.
The days are fading now that I am waiting.