The Dismal GardenThe Dismal Garden8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There once was a beautiful and luscious garden, filled with muted grays and pastels. Oh, the taste of the sweetest leaves that grew around a mound of brush and twine. What could become of such temptation?
The girl, so soft and white. She had eyes and hair of coal, as black as the stray passing by. Her lips were those of a doll. Velvety red rose petals. But it wasn't the roses she fancied.
She was drawn to the leaves of a strangely colored flower, entwined around a tell of vines and grasses. The flowers, so black they almost mirrored with her eyes. The petals topped with yellow trodden speckles. She was drawn to the leaves and couldn't help but sample their delights.
A swallow perched nearby and began to speak. He told her that the flowers were sordid blooms from the tomb. She was puzzled at the silly talk of the bird and listened as he continued with his story. He explained that the catacombs stood below the beautiful garden, and a mysterious growth of the speckled flowers emerged from
On Categorization of WritingOn Categorization of Writing12 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I couldn't believe there was a sign. A sign that said "Welcome to Heaven," no less. No pearly gates, though. I was disappointed. I passed under that sign and read another. "ID cards necessary. Please proceed to Lobby."
I checked in, and the lady looked at me very strangely when I told her my profession.
"Aren't you a writer?" she asked, very seriously.
"Uh-yes. This is my day job."
"Well, who cares about that?" She issued me a nice little card, with my name, deathdate, and a little picture. It was just like the AAA office, but with clouds. Underneath all of these it said "writer" in big block caps. She motioned me to St. Peter, who was standing at the turnstile and checking our cards. He grinned at me as I came up.
"A writer, huh? Sucks for you."
He motioned me down a hallway (I wondered idly how there was a hallway with all these clouds about) where I found another woman sitting behind a desk. She was sitting by a door that had "WRITERS" on it, again in that block
SeleneI watch over the night,Selene7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The silver moon.
My chariot takes flight
The silver moon.
My lover awaits
The silver moon.
Across the sky skates
The silver moon.
I watch him asleep,
The silver moon.
Tonight I leave my chariot to the deep,
The silver moon.
Zeus' punishment I'll bear.
The silver moon
For once can stay there.
The silver moon
For once shall stay dark,
The silver moon.
The sky shall be stark
Lacking silver moon.
Tyrantis: Twelve LaborsTyrantis: Twelve Labors8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
WARNING: The following contains written creature violence akin to that found in, say, a PG 13 movie. Not enough to be "Mature Content," but enough for me to want to warn you. It also contains some swearing (again, PG 13 worthy, not enough to be "Mature"). This is the sixth chapter in a much larger work, so please read The Terror of Tyrantis, Tyrantis's Revenge, Tyrantis vs. MechaTyrantis, Tyrantis vs. Pathogen, and Tyrantis: Five Dragons (in that order)before reading this to avoid being confused. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
The Tyrantis Saga
"There he is," said one of the several helicopter pilots hovering over the streets of Genericton, USA. A manhunt or, rather, monster-hunt had been placed for Tyrantis since his disappearance in the forest that mere hours ago had been the ruins of San Francisco. Bizarre seismic activity had occurred, sucking
PersephoneDaughter of Nature,Persephone9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty in tangible form.
Truly a goddess,
She could rule any kingdom she desired,
But never could she conquer love.
With pleading eyes
Wide and sparkling with hope,
She begs the heavens
Not to cry for her,
Not to waste a raindrop
Or cast a cloud of doubt.
She was willing to go to hell
Just to be with him.
She was willing to leave
Her pulsating aura of light
Just to soften his darkness
Ever so slightly.
She begs for someone to listen,
The choice was all her own.
She was not forced,
Except by that force,
So compelling, penetrating,
She was willing to lose it all
To get her sole desire,
Her soul's desire,
How can she explain?
Surrounded by darkness
Which cultivates only
The most primal of feelings,
She follows her impulses at last.
Consumed by night,
She is hidden at last
From the critical world
Suspended so high above.
She begs the earth not to cry,
But to peer a little closer.
She was willing to go to he
Fetish of Prince Eric, Ch IThe Fetish of Prince EricFetish of Prince Eric, Ch I9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Eric awoke to the grate and hiss of the metal door tearing open. Blinks revealed the door' shadows draping down a hulking guard with yellow eyes.
"Learn yer lesson about treatin the ladies, have you, my prince?" the guard laughed, knowing his contempt would go unpunished, "the queen says a day in the cell was all ye needed. Luckily she ain't one for floggin's." The guards walked Eric up the continuous stone road, up from the castle dungeon. The moans and cries of prisoners penetrated the darkness like a fog, occasionally interrupted with the crash of a whip. The flickers of the guard's lantern revealed desperate faces caked with dirt; barefoot women clinging to their wailing children. He heard the shallow breath of men, and the orange glow fled over their gaping, black wounds.
As stupid and cruel as he was, he felt relief that his mother confined him here for only a day. A young man dressed in black robes passed them in the labyrinth of horror, ove
The Call of an EinherjarValiant Warrior of Midgard,The Call of an Einherjar7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been chosen,
To heed the call of a Valkyries omen,
For the howls of terror are on the rise,
As the castle of Valhalla is lurked by eyes
Young warrior, listen to my call!
For Valhalla is nearing its fall,
The time of Ragnarok is fast approaching,
Lokis troops are already encroaching
Heed my words oh valiant warrior,
For the war will storm the plains of Midgard,
Even the Gods are not safe behind the walls of Asgard,
The time of vengeance is almost at hand,
Rains of terror will surely strike Odins land
Oh my beloved einherjar,
You have been chosen for this sole reason,
To bring upon the Aesirs beacon,
To leave your enemies dead in the cold winter season
Valiant warrior, do me proud!
For I will say your name out loud,
To be the defender of Lord Odins cause,
Lets show them to never oppose,
The might of an Aesirs strode.
Now, my beloved einherjar on to victory!
Bring them down to their o
Orpheus and EurydiceOrpheus and Eurydice8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Dying a second time, she complained not of her husband, for why should she complain of being beloved?"
Is she gone? My darling Eurydice
with haste is borne away before my eyes?
Durst I presage the truth and lend my faith
to think the Godless – is this her demise?
No love should e'er tread so crueler roads,
where even paths rebel n' yield not the way!
Where cold-hearted stones care not and curse love
with all lost on their precipice this day.
I see her not. No subtle shape to tease
the wind about and ease its chill-edg'd mood;
I haven't her grace, her mein nor her smile -
Bitter breeze you must contemn me, and brood.
But Lo! There is her scent. Those fruity fumes
and flo'ers. Smell her colour! Her texture! There,
like the stray sunbeam gently filt'ring through
the canopy, that kiss'd your eyes, lips, hair…
I should not breathe and thus dare expel her,
What man, beast or god could deny my Love?
My Eurydice… I only stole what
none could resist, and 'stead saw you stol'
The Sands of TimeThe Sands of TimeThe Sands of Time8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before my eyes is an hourglass
Of inevitable fate.
The sand that slips past warns
That the hour has grown late.
With every passing moment
Another grain slips still away.
And soon two dozen glasses
Lie in memory of this day.
I spend my days in wonder
Of the sand within the glass.
But before I even know it
Futile years have come and passed.
With disbelief I come to see,
I finally realize,
With every grain of sand
My life was passing before my eyes.
And so in bitter rage
I break the glass upon the shore.
The sands of time are free,
Not imprisoned anymore.
And still into the shards
Of the broken glass I stare.
And I see all that remains
Is the reflection of despair.
My life was empty as the glass
Of sands faraway scattered.
My fate became a mirror
Of the glass my own hand shattered.
I look upon the pieces.
Is this all I'll leave behind?
The sands have blown away
For someone else to someday find.
Mythology of IleyahMythology of Ileyah9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Where to start with?
Hmmm... Maybe with the fact, that Ileyah, my home world, didn't always has had the three moons it has got now and that the planet's surface looked slightly different. Thousands of years ago, Ileyah had only one small dead moon and the area we now call Crystal forest was not yet existent.
There was an enormous continent in the north-west of the hemisphere and three connected ones in the north eastern till south eastern hemisphere.
Also the Bloodhounds were different from what they are now. They were beasts of war. Masters of battle and ferocious warriors. They shared their home planet with a race called Gorgats. Bloodhounds and Gorgats evolved from the same origin, yet – how siblings sadly often use to be – they did not came along very well.
Know then that, as I am a Bloodhound, my point of view might be spoiled. I try to refer to facts, written down stories of those ancient times and memories from long ago, but you know how those things work…
While Bloodhounds evol
Persephone and HadesPersephone & HadesPersephone and Hades7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He watched his opposite.
His other half.
(Goddess of the Earth who belonged in the Sun)
They truly were the more he thought about it.
(Dark sun kissed skin & dark firry red hair with leaf green eyes)
(His skin so pale & blonde hair and icy blue eyes)
She stares out with lightless eyes at the river of Styx wanting to cross it.
To go back up & stand under the warm sun where she belongs.
To talk to the flowers & watch them grow while birds sing in praise of her beauty.
Eating honeysuckles & pomegranates & drinking the finest wine.
He was selfish, but even so she would look at him love.
(Her fingers tangled in his hair when she kissed him)
She would try her best to smile at him and tell him she loved him.
Her words were like a sweet powdery lie that would melt on his tongue.
He was a selfish monster who devoured these lies in the dead of night when they were tangled together in silk and sweat.
(He always felt like he was melting when he held her at night)
She would sit n
history of the vampireThere is much evidence pointing to the reality of vampires. In the past and present there has been evidence that points to vampires, disappearing neighbors or cattle, dug up graves, bloated corpses. Also disseases such as porphyria where blood cell function ceases or rabies, a disease causing the impulse to bite. There are even famous people in history that were believed to be vampires, such as Vlad Tempes and Elizabet Bathory. Though less common then time in times past there are still people who show signs of vampirism including such as anemia, or significant shortages of working blood cells.history of the vampire7 years ago in Historical More Like This
To fully understand the myths of vampires you must start with the setting in which they arose. Some of the richest vampire lore was from the Slavs. During the 1st century the Slavs lived about half way between the Black Sea and the Baltic Sea on the Southwestern tip of what is now Ukraine. Over time they moved south along the Western shores of the Black Sea. Before the turn of the 8th
Hades and PersephoneA Hades in his own rightHades and Persephone11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lonely and his nights were cold
though the friends of his childhood
kept careful watch o'er his treasures untold,
He found a maiden peaceful there
among the thick rich greens
and tempted her with flowers and jewels
and took her as though a fiend,
She withered in his castle
no light for her hair to glisten
but unlike the evil he so stood reflected
he took heart and stopped to listen,
He sent her back to home and heart
though she took his own in her hand
and once a year returned whistfully
to set a wint'ry glow about his land.
thunder perfect mindthunder perfect mind9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me
Gratutious IchorRemember not to trust the middle shelf of the newsagents,Gratutious Ichor8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The glossy dregs that perpetuate lies and develop half truths,
And gavotte in their own gratuitous ichor.
Don't watch the scrolling news channels,
They scaremonger the weak into submission,
And revel in the monotony of their easy-listening themes.
Never listen to anyone who dubs themself an expert,
They'll know less of everything than you do of anything,
And swim in the smugness of their opinion based 'facts'.
Do not trust the rhythm of the celebrity plague,
It dances to its own sickening melody,
And gavottes in its own gratuitous ichor.
NephthysI just wanted a son. Is that so wrong? All my life I've been second to my sister Isis, and I accept that. I'm used to it. But how could I be expected to watch as my sister gave birth to a son - watched over him, protected him, raised him to become a great leader - while I, despite all my effort, could not?Nephthys8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I regret having to deceive Osiris by disguising myself as his wife, but how else could I get him to agree? He would never have allowed me if he knew who I truly was. And I hated betraying Seth as well. His anger, when he found out...I can still recall it clearly in my mind. The rage in his eyes...and behind that, hurt at what I had done. At my unfaithfulness to him.
Was I wrong in my actions? I have gotten that which I dearly yearned for; I have given birth to a son, Anubis. My son... But at what cost have I gained this? All I can hope is that he will grow up well, untainted by the wrongs I've committed, and make it all worthwhile...
Spirited Away: Mythology One of the many masterpieces Miyazaki has made over his lifetime is the movie Spirited Away. The story follows a young girl named Chihiro as she accidently ends up in the spirit world on the way to her new house and her parents have turned into pigs.Spirited Away: Mythology6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There are many references within the film toward spirits, or kami, from the Shinto beliefs of animism and nature. This paper will discuss the connection of kami and the spirit world to the real world in reference to the movie and the spirit world it displays. These spirits are a major part of Japanese culture, appearing in many things from books to movies, to videogames, as seen in the movie.
The story begins when Chihiro and her mother and father are driving to their new house. They stop for a break near some old ruins and decide it looks interesting, so they take a look. There is a tunnel that leads fur
Athena and ArachneAthena and ArachneAthena and Arachne7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Long, long ago in Greece there were many gods and goddesses who were worshipped by the Greek people. The twelve gods and goddesses in charge of everything were known as the Olympians and lived on top of Mount Olympus.
Zeus and Hera were king and queen of the gods and the other ten Olympians were made up of their brothers and sisters and sons and daughters.
The goddess Athena, one of Zeuss daughters, was the goddess of wisdom, war, and arts and crafts. She was a very proud goddess, and, like nearly all her fellow gods, she would go to any lengths to protect her reputation.
Athena, being the goddess of wisdom, enjoyed spreading knowledge to her believers, and among the many things she did to accomplish this was to set up schools to teach weaving, a useful and admired skill.
One day, the most talented student in one of the schools, a girl named Arachne, boldly declared that she was the best weaver in the world even better than Athena!
Prometheus the BitterPrometheus cold and gray in stone,Prometheus the Bitter7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold me tight at your throne.
Damned man of sweetened poison,
Kiss me with your lips anointed.
As I turn and peer through two black gates,
You smile a serpentine twist of fate.
"So this is how it feels to love?"
"Sharp pains and stings shooting from above?"
She showed him how it looks to be smitten.
She held her heart in the hand from which he had bitten.
"Is this how it looks when you care?"
"A bowl of ashen paint from the soul you found fair?"
She fell to her knees in skin revealed and cried out loud to him,
Thunder sung throughout the sky, and lightning burst the clouds.
In a fit, the pure one cried fresh tears,
And in his rage Prometheus fulfilled her greatest fears.
"Is this what I get for wanting you?"
"Your sword striking me down?"
"Is this the price that I must pay?"
"For letting temptation become true."
"If this is so, I bear my breast."
"My final words will only be 'I hate you'."
Persephone: Chapter IIPersephone: Chapter I8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The river has no end that a mortal eye can see, its depths are infinite. Sometimes it wails, sometimes it merely whispers. It holds the past and it holds a firm, unshakable grip upon the world; the river carries the dead; yet without it the Underworld could not exist.
Upon a further glance into the river a shot of light can be see for a moment in its murky, dark depths; it is not all black. Where ever one went in the Undworld, still one would hear the sound of the water lapping up against the shore. Upon the shore the details of the land can be seen. There is a wide growth of vegatation and trees that allow passion red fruit to sprout from its sandy, gray colored branches. The trees and plants are alive as an on the earth. But their life is not steady, it is made up of wind and changes. The life of its vegatation can be cut short suddenly without rational explanation. But its life also can revive in the next moment. Many leaves shrivel, but these same leaves flesh out again.
All of t
Gods and Godesses chp. 1"We must keep them hidden", said Artemis, in a hushed voice. " I know, but how", said Hera. "We shall have the Greeks take care of them", said Demeter. " Do you believe they can do that", said Hestia. " We will watch over them", said Athena, " Until then we have to leave them", Athena said. " If that is how it must be, it shall be", said Aphorodite. They left their childen to be taken care of by the Greeks. Six baby girls that would change our world forever.Gods and Godesses chp. 16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Daphne, pass it over here", said her best friend Rondala. " You'll have to catch me first" said Daphne. Daphne lived in Sparta her entire life, or that's what she thought. Even tho daSpartans were not suppose to learn much, Daphne craved knowledge. One day she would escape to Athens, there she would read and write all day long. She spent most of her time swimming in the lake though, and she loved to watch the Spartan boys learn to do things. Secrectly she learned to do them herself. She always felt like a part of her was missing t
Suicide in Slow MotionMy hands are madeSuicide in Slow Motion7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with fingers filled with ink
to convey my stream of consciousness,
and on my breast you'll find
If I die...If I'd DieIf I die...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you cry,
Come to my Funeral
And Say Goodbye?
If I'd Die
Could you care,
Would you mourn me....
Would you dare?...
If I'd die
How would you take it?
Would you Tell your friends
You wished I had Made it?
Well I am dead
Let me ask you...
Do you miss me now?...