Seventy threeSeventy three2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Betrayed by the sea ..
Cursed by the night to be ..
The wanderers who forever fears ..
The death of their enemies and the birth of the seed
As they drown deep into the infinity that I failed to see
Your eyes appeared but destiny has much yet to reveal to me
For in the end I am betrayed by the sea ..
Cursed by the light that blinded me ...
The outsider who has forsaken the taste of the tears ..
The burden that's chained to my feet
And the sky looking down to me
Purging the flames of my misery
I remembered the seventy three
And the coldness of your ears
As if you are embracing me , swallowing my soul away from me
Oh my melancholy please release me
For I can no longer taste nor feel the water beneath me
No more misery no more misery hear me
For my weak spirit can no longer escape the beast ..
How I got my Katana made out of wood...amazon.deHow I got my Katana made out of wood...1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Norway One Shot PREVIEWNorway One Shot PREVIEW2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Norway took my hands in his own.
"I love you, Bei(jing)." Norway muttered.
"I love you too, Norge." I smiled.
"Take this." He mumbled, taking his cross barrette out of his hair, gently placing it in my hand.
"N-Norway! I can't take this!" I exclaimed, blushing madly, refusing to close my hand around it.
"Yes, you can. You mean just this much to me, Yue(Moon in Chinese)." The Norwegian said soothingly, gently lifting up my chin to his face.
"Okay.. I'll take it." I flustered out.
He lightly skimmed his lips across mine before his brother appeared.
"Norway, China's here to pick up Beijing." Iceland said, emotionlessly.
"Yúchǔn de dìdì... Wǒ gàosu tā bùyào lái dédào wǒ.(Stupid brother... I told him not to come get me.)" I mumbled to myself. "Goodbye, Norway. Bye, Ice." I smiled, waving my fairwells to the Nordic brothers.
The begining to an endWhat would happen if the demons from Niflheim are stronger than ever and Ratatosk couldn't maintain the door closed? And if Marta, Emil, Richter and Ratatosk (in his real body) had to go into the demon realm to solve the problem? Warning! This story contains OCs and future nonexistent pairings!The begining to an end3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Pairings: Emil/Marta Ratatosk/OC
Disclaimer: I do not own TOS or his characters! Either do I not own the Norse mythology.
It was silent as ever into the Ginunngagap, Richter was talking with the centurion Tenebrae and the centurion Aqua, they were talking about the external world, and how it had been after its first year without mana.
"The things are going pretty well out there, Master Richter. It seems like the monsters and the Mother Nature is taking well the lack of mana in the outside world" Aqua said cheerfully. Tenebrae, serious as ever, closed his eyes in thought, like debuting himself if he should say something or not. After a few minutes of silence between them, Tenebrae finally spoke:
Confession Of LoveConfession Of Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Snow day...Very cold and silent...A young hedgehog with emerald green like eyes, dark teal fur, and short hair walked to the park wearing a black coat and thinking about the girl he cannot confess his love too..."I wish I could tell her how I feel...But I'm afraid that she might reject me...I love her so much...She makes me happy she makes me feel like someone important..."He sayed with an emotionless voice...As he arrived at the park full of beautiful blossom trees and a beautiful sparkling lake he heard someone cry..."Elle...?"He asked himself as he heard the young girl wearing a white furry coat and eyes as beautiful as the ocean crying near the fountain. He quickly rushed to her worried,"Elle are you okay?What's wrong? Are you hurt? Why are you crying...?"He asked worried not knowing what was wrong.She slowly looked up at him and hugged him tight and close,"I-I'm Okay..."She saye
high school 6Normal P.O.Vhigh school 64 years ago in General More Like This
"David?you like Rouge?"Said Tails."No,i have been looking for Naomi when she left to this school.So im going to talk to her but i cant with that guy!"Said David."Oh Merrick?ill get him dont worry."Said Tails."Hey Merrick!"Said Tails as he ran off."Finally."Said David.
"whats up Couz?"Said Merrick."can..you...c...co..com..come..with..m...me?"Said Tails while trying to get his breath back."an..and..Naom...Naomi go...i..in th..the..corner"Said Tails."Ok i guess"I said.
'shes coming good'i thought."Huh?David??"Said Naomi."not surprized to see me?"I said."No its just i haven't seen you in so long,why did you come here?"She said.""I need to talk to you,its Annabell and Pointy!"I Said."Whats up with them?"Said Naomi."You need to go back there please!"I said "No im not going back there!Rember Mrs Poopy?"Said Naomi "Mrs Poopy?"shes Mrs Lumsden.."I said "i might miss them ttwo but im not going back,if they want to see me again then they will hav
Childhood's SensibilityChildhood's Sensibility6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Childhoods Sensibility Forgotten
I have dreams most nights, many of which, I do not understand, some, filled with adventure, while others, not so much. What one sees in dreams is not always true, sometimes just that fact gives me a peace of mind, but at other times, it seems that a dream will never end.
Ive had good dreams, bad dreams, and some in between.
In one of those dreams, I saw my best friend getting married to the man of her dreams. Well, everybody would expect that to be a happy dream, but it was not so, it was one of those in-between dreams. I think it was the sort to make me think about myself, how I would really feel on an occasion of that sort. Not the marriage, but the idea of my best friend getting married. Oh, did I mention that she was wearing the dress I had designed for myself? Or, that the man she was marrying was one that I myself had been in love with? That was the point of this dream; it wasnt bad, it wasnt good, it only made me think of
Gomen NasaiGomen Nasai7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am sorry
Sorry for everything
Sorry for the pain
Sorry for the tears
Sorry for the wounds
But I needed to do this
To make the sacrifice
I do anything for you
I love you
Obscurus Cor -Cap IV-Cap IV: TriturarObscurus Cor -Cap IV-1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Memi y Hyde se sorprendieron al escuchar aquella voz, el pequeño ni se inmutó. Este se volteó, dejando por la mitad la manzana.
- Aries - murmuró suavemente, intentando levantarse.
Unos arbustos se movieron y de ahí salió un pequeño y rosado Cleffa, que recorrió el terreno con sus grandes ojos castaños hasta que se topó con lo que estaba buscando.
- ¡Klee! Rápidamente se dirigió a él, con una gran sonrisa. Antes de darle un fuerte abrazo notó en las condiciones que estaba - ¿¡Qué te pasó!? ¿Estás bien? Tengo muchos caramelos para que te sientas mejor empezó a sacar de sus bolsillos una cantidad imposible de caramelos.
- Estoy bien -se acercó a su amigo y lo abrazó, apoyándose sobre él. Aries correspondió con cuidado el abrazo, acariciándole la cabeza.
SV: Solo por hoyPrólogo, o mejor dicho… ambientación.SV: Solo por hoy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ésta historia está ambientada en una historia original llamada Soulmate. Realmente no es mucho lo que debe conocerse de la ‘trama’ en sí, para la historia. Los soulmate son personas a quienes ‘ya les había llegado su hora’, pero al momento en que iban a morir, una criatura mística, mágica o cualquier ser sobrenatural que sentía afinidad por ellos le ‘concede su espíritu vital’ y le permite continuar existiendo. Pero como diría Ryan, son botellas rotas y el espíritu vital continua perdiéndose a cada respiro que den, por eso ‘a cambio’ de ello, deben conseguir más ‘vida’, ¿cómo? Aprendiendo a compenetrarse con su espíritu y consiguiéndolo de otros seres. Ryan les enseña que sean de los demonios que rondan a la gente.
Santos Knightle se vuelve Soulmate cuan
:PE01: Aventura en la Mina. IParte I:PE01: Aventura en la Mina. I11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bruce aún no podía recuperar del todo la sensación que había tenido antes sobre su aventura, pues el secuestro de su tía Maureen había sido un asunto muy grave. No se enteró completamente de cómo estuvo el tema, pero incluso su padre se había puesto serio y le llevó a casa de tío Robert por unos días. Ver el estado del adulto más cercano a su tía pelirroja y de su primo Sebastian había terminado por inquietarlo. Que la supresión de las rutas hubiera sido de casi medio año, el cual no podía decir no hubiera aprovechado, las hacía sentir de otra forma… pese a que no era la primera vez que las recorría.
Por lo mismo, se estaba tomando su tiempo para revisar la zona. El primer tramo del camino lo pasó sin detenerse demasiado. Había esperado encontrarse con algún conocido, pero dentro del Bosque Génesis lo que mayormente lo acompaño fue el silencio. Ciudad Lodos, por otra parte, tenía más vida… y el cartel del gimnasio de la ciudad hizo que la
La panioleta violetaAntes de Maggie se escapara de su casa para ver a la lejanía el festival de las luces y muchísimo antes que se decidiera en vencer a su enfermedad de una vez por todas, nuestra pequeña chica castaña tuvo que pasar por la decisión más difícil que en su joven vida alguien debe tomar.La panioleta violeta2 months ago in Drama More Like This
Muchos dirán que los niños deben estar rodeados solamente por amigos, que a una edad tan temprana simplemente no se está completamente listo para mantener una relación. Ella por supuesto que estaba de acuerdo con eso. ¿Por qué? Sencillo. Ella era una simple niña cuando le conoció.
¿A quién? No hace falta que lo nombre ¿Cierto? Ese chico extrovertido, hablador y risueño. Aquel que constantemente era sometido a los abusos de su padre, un celoso de lo peor. El que se preocupaba por ayudar en las labores de un hogar ajeno a cambio de poder tener un poco de tiempo con esa niñ
:PE: Festival de LucesPerseverancia marca Bruce:PE: Festival de Luces10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
El festival de Luces de Isla Amazí había comenzado. Toda la isla estaba decorada con luces y puestos ambulantes, además una gran cantidad de turistas había estado llegando estos últimos días. Tantos, que Bruce no podía evitar sentirse ligeramente asfixiado… era como si fueran un pescado enlatado. Selina se mantenía pegada a sus talones como siempre, soltando bufidos irritados cada que algún transeúnte distraído la pasaba a llevar y considerando seriamente enterrar sus garras en aquellos incautos. –Si no lo hacía, era únicamente por el nerviosismo que sentía en su entrenador.-
No era la primera vez que Bruce asistía a la celebración al gran Arceus. Su tía Desireé o su tía Quaye, muy fanáticas de esta celebridad, solían traerlo todos los años junto con sus familias –en ocasiones hasta sus padres habían venido-, y el haber hecho amistad con niños y niñas de la isla –entre ellos Arizona- hacían de la festividad algo emocio
:PE: Festival de luces IIRecorriendo el festival:PE: Festival de luces II9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Bruce le gustaba ser sincero consigo mismo, más que con el resto de las personas. Por eso solía siempre estar perdido en sus pensamientos, aun cuando fuera en un grupo enorme como era el caso. Ni siquiera les prestaba atención a sus amigos, aunque la opresión de lata de pescado estaba totalmente ausente ahora que iba en el centro del quinteto.
- ¡Vamos a volar en Flygon!- gritó Sebas.
- ¡Miren, allá! ¡Están todas las evoluciones de Eevees! ¡Vamos a ver! – refuto Meda, señalando en dirección opuesta a su primo.
- … En ese caso, miren, ahí hay un tiro al blanco.
- Yo tengo hambre – comentó Aisha ignorando la aportación de Dennis, e inflando un poco sus mejillas al ver que nadie compartía su idea.
Los cuatro se miraron, y centraron su mirada en el único que no había emitido su opinión. Bruce alzó la vista al sentirse observado- y porque Selina, muy asertivamente, le golpeo en la pierna para que prestara atención.-
- Podríamos v
The bun bunThe bun bun9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a bun bun, all i do is run run, all day and all night, it gives the neighbours a fright, cause i'm a lonely bun bun
There Once Was a PuffinThere Once Was a Puffin10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There Once Was a Puffin
by Florence Page Jaques
Oh there once was a puffin,
Shaped like a muffin,
And he lived on an island,
In the bright blue sea.
He ate lots of fishes,
Which were mostly delicious,
And he had them for supper,
And he had them for tea.
But this poor little puffin,
He couldn\'t play nothin\',
For he hadn\'t anybody,
To play with at all.
So he sat on his island,
And cried for a while,
And he felt very lonely,
And he felt very small.
Then along came the fishes,
Who said, \"If ya\' wishes,
Ya\' cohn hove ous fer supper,
Instead of fer tea!\"
So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the puffin eats pancakes,
Like you and like me.
echo Matt dogecho Matt dog2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: matt william's
Type: Buyan semi-echo after henry helped him out ( a semi-echo is a echo partially cured by henry and is still locked in flux
form behaves like a human, still easy to anger , when angry reverts to typical
echo behavior until he calms down)
Height: about 1.90 meters
Weight: 150 kg
Character: surprisingly human but with a
very VERY short fuse on a nuclear warhead of rage,anger and beastlike behavior
(his fuse got a lot longer after Henry helped him with his condition)
But when not raging can be talked to and
behaves like a normal human
Even when angry uses tactics to defeat
that which enrages him and anyone to prevent him from doing so
Likes: Henry, his powers
Dislikes: annoying people, his condition
as a echo
Shift: activating his portable
teleportation device (too bad he's a echo)
Power: creating portals, he got a pretty
strong punch to
But given his Buyan type he isn't the
most sturdy and a single punch can take him
Jeremiah/SplitfaceName: Jeremiah "Spitfire" MarotJeremiah/Splitface2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Weight: 210 lbs
Shift: stabs himself in the forehead with a knife
Pre Great Shift: Jeremiah was a trickster ever since he was a wee lad, causing untold amounts of mischief and destruction, much to the ire of his family. By the time he was a teenager, he got kicked out of his house and town. Even being homeless and without a job, he never really grew up, often acting childish and playing on the guilty feelings of richer people, who he often called "suckers" so he could mooch off them. By the time he became an adult, he was an accomplished con artist and prankster who felt like he was free to do whatever he whimmed in the world. Eventually the law caught up with him and put his ass in jail, where he was to answer for his various crimes. Before he could get to his hearing, he managed to escape and became a fugitive. The Great Shift happened while the law was on his tail and the year
Public Enemy Ep. 2 - An inconvenient matterPublic Enemy Ep. 2 - An inconvenient matter2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Start of sequence 2
..After 4 minutes, his order arives, he takes the plate and goes to his seat. He finally sits down and has a moment of relaxation, he starts to eat fast, as if he was hungry for days. He enjoys every bite and every swallow. His eating caught the attention of some other people there, some of them laughing, some of them simply staring at him. As he eats, he gives a small glare at one of the clients looking at him, he stops, with the food still in his mouth, the client turns his view back to his plate. His enlightened facial expression has changed into a dull one, he then starts to eat slowly, and he continues like this untill he finishes. He starts to have his thoughts again, the thoughts he had at the dark ghetto place where he was wandering and about what just happened... The 3 Dark Suited Men. His mind started talking again, yet he was not answering to it out loud, he rather spoke to
Public enemy Ep. 1 - Morning of a New Dawn It was in a cold winter day, at the fresh start of February (1st of Feb. 20**), in a very dark place in the ghetto enviorment where all the honest folk have left to live a better life, a wondering and confused soul was passing by in a rush.Public enemy Ep. 1 - Morning of a New Dawn2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dressed very thick because of the harsh cold weather, he was making his way through the snow, looking as if he was running from something, in a very weak voice, he was talking with his own consciousness:
~Why and where am I running?~
-I need to get away from the bloody system, they just never give up when they know that someone MIGHT have sensitive information, and that someone is me..
.. He keeps walking in a haste, making his way through snow...
~What is the time? ..istheskyprupleorIsimplylovepurplewhydoIthinkofpurpleV.5.7......~
-*checks his iron watch*.. 5:55 in the morning..? Already February.... Ugh, gotta stay fo
An Eternal ReminderAn Eternal ReminderAn Eternal Reminder5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Organizations turn traitorously inwards
Oaths are dishonoured
Fealties are forgotten
But Enemies are Eternal.
A Phoenix Rising from the DarkLike A Phoenix Rising from the DarkA Phoenix Rising from the Dark5 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Ive decided to change and change I will.
I used to throw in the towel before the fight began.
Im no fighter but neither am I a coward.
I used to doubt my talents and lay broken in my battle.
I know Im good I have proof and others now help me.
I used to think I was alone and feel like the lowliest of the low.
I have friends and am quite fortunate.
I used to feel faithless and cynical.
I know what I believe in and the world is not so dark.
I know my place and willingly acknowledge it.
If I Wanted I could rule the world.
I can be what I dream to be.
I used to deny love and help in fear of lust and manipulation.
I now spread it around so that I can love all and take help when needed.
I can now show love to others and help them.
The battle is far from over.
Pass me my sword of fiery passion and motivation.
Give me my shield of calm, collected watery logic and faith.
Pass me my armour of earthen sure defence.
Drape me in my airy cape of j
The Sands Of The UndeadThe Sands Of The UndeadThe Sands Of The Undead5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Tomb King Ushef awoke from his deathly rest and opened his shrivelled eye sockets. His eyes had succumbed to the sands of time eons ago. All that was left were ebony scarabs filled with fiery arrogance. Dead silence filled the pyramid. Normally a king only awoke to lead his legions to war but Ushef had things to take care of and he was not a patient man. Or rather he wasnt a patient man.
Ushef pushed the gold sarcophagus out of his way. His bony hand clicked softly as it felt the smooth shape. It stood standing upright, one of his last orders he had given his priests. Around the vault were more sarcophagi. These were closed. Tomb Princes, Icon Bearers and notable captains completed the undead council of war. Ushef let them sleep; he did not need them yet.
Ushef held his mighty spear beside him, using it as a rudimentary walking aid. His military armour created the effect of body and structure. In truth he was no more than bones and bandages covered in jewe