Luck"I just don't understand this," Querl stared incredulously at the crib where his daughter lay inside, sleeping, blissfully oblivious to the conversation concerning her.Luck6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, she's asleep. So of course she is," Kara said in a matter-of-factly tone added with the role of her blue eyes.
Kara didn't want to say it, but she was just as confused as her husband. She'd thought that the baby would pitch a fit and make a racket that could be heard from the far side of the cosmos--she may have even *anticipated* that.
"Maybe we're just lucky," she said, nodding her head. "Out of all the Legion parents, we get the nice, quiet, well-mannered baby."
Winx Club Fanfic- Comfort and a ResolutionWinx Club Fanfic- Comfort and a Resolution2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Icy's thoughts and feelings after Tritannus has been defeated. Sisterly love, comfort and a vow. One-shot.
This is sort of like a bridge between Seasons 5 and 6.
The battle was over. The Winx Club had triumphed once more. Tritannus was to be banished to oblivion, where, hopefully, no one would ever see his face or hear from him ever again.
From the cave in Magix where they had chosen to sought refuge in for a short time while waiting for the whole hullabaloo that followed the defeat of Tritannus to die down, Icy hugged her knees as she sat on the cold, hard ground, looking out at the brightly-lit building in the distance which was the school for fairies their enemies attended, anger blazing in her eyes. But beneath that anger, well-concealed, was hurt, sorrow and longing.
Icy's thoughts wandered back to Tritannus. She realised with a pang that she still loved him. He had betrayed her, of course, and she seethed with rage at the thought of her, being so naive and gullib
Mom Daughter: Reunion At LastFatalist reviews the final first battle between the Anti-monitor & the Superheroes and the event that lead to the tragic death of the original Supergirl ...Mom Daughter: Reunion At Last6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hmmm... She died well ... Now that the new Spectre is no longer the original Green Lantern to interfere with me, I can now finally test her as I had originally planned and see whether she caters to her anger once she recalls all the events that was suppressed by the Spectre.
The Fatalist pulls a fragment of the dying Supergirl from that time period and not only heals her but de-ages her back to the period in which she had originally meet the Supergirl that had been Linda Danvers, the former EarthAngel Supergirl.
He puts the now fully healed young supergirl in her original outfit down on a concrete pedestal and starts releasing all of the suppress memories from her and waits for her to wake up from her slumber.
"Ohhhhh... I feel soo tire ... WAIT! I should be dead? In fact, why do I feel anything?" -The Young Supergirl opens her eye
Skeleton Boy Saves His SkinO' Gather 'round, children. I'll tell you a taleSkeleton Boy Saves His Skin9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of a skeleton boy who was bony and pale.
For the first act, our story is all fun and games
But at the end of part one, we see everything changes
We see Skeleton Boy's snatched by the prince of all darkness.
'Tis back to trickster mythology that this storyline harkens.
And so Skeleton Boy must get out of this fix
And find ways to outsmart all his captors with tricks
So prepare for fantastical mischief in:
Skeleton Boy Saves His Skin
by Thomas Boguszewski
Deep underground, there was a boy who was dead
Then out of the ground popped his skeleton head.
He pulled his dead body up through all the red stone
And sat, his head rattling, upon his old headstone.
Skeleton Boy wanted mischievous fun
So he took to his heels and had a good run.
Our hero was hungry, and he saw a big rabbit,
So he set up a trap in order to nab it.
Once the rabbit was caught, the boy made rabbit stew.
But since he was bones, it fell right on through.
Soon after tha
He gets like this...Little purple dress, little white shoes, little tennis racket, little magno-ball set, little teddy t-shirt, little shorts, little pants, little skirt, little pink bow, little brown tie, little frilly gloves, little glitter paint, little socks and those booties!He gets like this...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kar continued to pile the items into the shopping kart while Querl looked on, one hand wrapped around the shopping karts handlebar, the other resting atop her large, pregnant stomach.
She wasnt sure if she should be amused or worried.
Kar you are aware that we are having a boy, arent you?
The Angry Video Game Nerd's Friendship ReportThe Angry Video Game Nerd's Friendship Report3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dear Princess Celestia,
So I ended up in this world (which looks like a rainbow fucked a candy cane, gave birth to some fucking rainbow candy cane baby, and that baby puked all over the Earth, by the way) weird as fuck dimensional portal or some shit, and, having learned about the "magic of friendship", and I have to say....I don't like it.
No, I don't just not like it, I fucking hate it! There's no fucking shitty games here! What a fuckball of shit! How can there be a dimension where shitty games don't exist!? It's fucking bullshit! So, I have to say Princess, that this world is not for me. My life demands shitty games. I'd rather suck down a bowl full of day old sloth jizz than stay one more fucking minute in this piece of shit world. So, all that friendship fuck is nice, but I can't stay here.
As such, this letter is less about what I've learned about friendship and more about how, by the time you get this letter, I'll have constructed an interdimesonal time portal to he
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,Heartbroken4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.
I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,
My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.
I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.
My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,
I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,
My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.
I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,
My misfortune; I still messaged you.
I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,
Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.
I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,
For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.
I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --
How could I been the one you cherished?
But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?
A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding hearts
I question if you care truly for my well being,
Or if it is just an illusion to fill
Save meanother heart is broken tonight.Save me5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
once agian it lays on the ground.
crying for love.
no one looks to see.
they only care for themselves.
only stop to watch you bleed.
rain begins to fall.
washing your blood away.
but not your tears.
people walk all over you.
making you hurt more.
they dont care.
they never did.
you are alone.
in the darkness.
no one can hear you.
you cry for warmth.
no light will shine for you tonight.
rain drops begin to hit your head.
making you colder.
you begin to cry out.
knowing no one will anser.
what did you do to deservie this?
you never did any harm.
one day the light will shine.
just not today.
Sadistic HappinessOh, I am in love with happiness,Sadistic Happiness5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Besotted with the highs,
Brought out of my long stupor,
Impenetrable from all the lies.
A breath of intoxicating fumes,
Laughing gas, things that can not move,
But they do, oh they do.
They swarm - they merge inside,
Oh, how I feel like I could never die,
Raised up, but still touching the ground.
My body is air,
As if my soul is floating around.
I could leap and I would fly,
I would fly beyond the sky.
Like a caress to my soul,
Such sweet forbidden bliss,
Adrenaline seething through veins,
Transporting the catalyst.
Such a surge of power,
An almost sadistic feeling.
I know this is what it is like to be Alive,
And this I will not be leaving.
Bordering on insanity,
But they can't put me away.
For I am invincible,
I am meant to stay.
LifeLife is a journey,Life4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so enjoy the ride.
Why waste time,
without taking pride?
There you stand,
all gloomy in despair.
and breathe the fresh air.
This world that you're living in,
has its ups and downs.
Stop being so depressed,
enough with your frowns.
Your life is beautiful,
and so are you.
when you're feeling blue.
SlippingSlipping4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going to try my best to keep from falling apart,
Because I know that if I do,
There will be no one to pick up the pieces of me
And glue them back together
So that they fit the way that they were before.
I'm going to try not to fall apart,
Because if I do,
Then you'll realize that even the thickest glass
You'll realize that I'm not half as happy
As you think that I am.
Though I wish that I could
Glue shut the cracks that have formed,
They're like the scars that line my mind:
Impossible to be rid of.
I am left with the remains of a mask
That barely covers up the things I want to hide.
I wish I could do this for you,
But if I do, that whole mask will shatter,
And I can't let that happen.
I'm trying my best to be strong,
But I can feel that façade slipping through my fingers,
Like how you're slipping away from me.
You Are BlindJust close your eyesYou Are Blind4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Look at yourself on the inside
If we couldn't see
Maybe we would view life more clearly
So, next time your eyes are open
Take a bit of time to close them
Open up your mind
And I bet you'll find
That whenever you open your eyes, you are blind
Missus Lady-With-Black-GlassesMissus lady withMissus Lady-With-Black-Glasses5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black glasses passes pushing
Her swaddling'd charge
In a carriage down the alley
The air is cold and dry and stingy
And missus lady sings a can
Of chicken soup unto the
Carriage contents' tiny lips
Steamy strand by
Knows not the manner
Such stuff is manufactured
Nor what said's scientific properties
What missus lady does, ye see
With her second throat a smattering
Of the matter
Of the surroundings
That have shaped her, lends her blood
Streamy Strand by
Not by knowledge
Not even by love
Fill the gap
Behind her baby's
Heartbeats and ButterfliesWhen you put your hand in mineHeartbeats and Butterflies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My feelings kick to overdrive.
When you put your arms around me
I get butterflies like crazy.
When you kiss my nose
I lose all control;
My heartbeat flutters and flies away...
Little Lamb Come To MeWhen I was goneLittle Lamb Come To Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I refused to turn back
I continued to go my way
Jesus called, and said,
"Little Lamb, come to me."
When I stepped back
When I refused to move
Not forward, not backward
He continued to cry
"Little Lamb, come to me."
I moved forward
Into His gentle arms
Gently He picks me up
As He says
"I love you, Little Lamb
I'll always call for you.
I'll punish you, my little lamb,
because I love you.
But I'll bring you back, with
my cry for you.
My little Lamb, come to me."
And His sweet loving call
Always brings me back to Him
"Little Lamb, come to me."
But HonestlyHonestly?But Honestly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was scared.
I don't like that look that was on your face.
I don't like the distance that was in your eyes.
I don't like the disappearance of your kindness and love.
I saw it coming.
It was my fault.
I think it was because of me.
I think you never cared about us.
I think I just wasn't good enough.
I'll never blame it on you.
I was trying to trust you.
You know how I am.
You know I bottle things up.
You knew how I felt.
I never trust anyone.
I was hurt.
I gave you my trust.
I gave you my love.
I gave you my heart.
I never give that to anyone.
I don't miss you.
Fading Shades of GreyDearest reader, please think twice before you try to speakFading Shades of Grey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words can be like knives that cause the victim to grow weak
Thoughts can be as bullets shooting freely through the sky
Injuring the innocent with every spoken lie
Please forget my laughter, please forget my broken heart
Please do not remember how you tore my life apart
Leave me as a memory that slowly fades to grey
Spend your days as usual, and I shall fade away
Listen to my cry for help, although it is too late
I've become the monster that you struggled to create
Trying to be perfect was a wonderful mistake…
Now I mustn't worry about which chance I will take.
Please erase all memory of who I tried to be
Please do not remember how I tried to be set free
Please do not be saddened under any circumstance …
What's makes now so different from when you still had a chance?
Rose's SecretsThe Rose is a perfect example of Love.Rose's Secrets4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's red color is the color of love.
It holds beauty beyond words.
Makes you blush from the thought behind it.
But the Rose also ends in pain.
Explaining the thorns.
The thorns hurt you the same way heartbreak does.
Atrum Minae.I.Atrum Minae4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is a well preserved madness,
an incorrigible mess,
with catastrophic schemes,
laying sanity to rest.
its flawless notes of cruelty,
rendering future perfection dull.
a inky parade of non compos mentis,
their power influencing everyone's skull.
a darkened valley inside,
with a glint of every souls demise.
the beginning of your end,
when planets meet and dusk descends.
with dawn returns the antique minds,
so fragile after tumultuous wakes,
so forgotten is the breathless chimes,
and tortured is these constant aches.
memories new, cultures far gone,
presence remains but habits forgone.
conscious of vice-virtues within the morn'.
or will it be virtues' vices,
for shadows merge into the minds,
of sacred clerks and holy shrines.
when midnight strikes,
the world once more,
its insecure state reaps its core.
a whim remains,
while manic dementia
and inner darkness reigns.
for the truth belies
that we must become
what we solely despise.
They're All Gone... (AWJTK Smurf fanfic)Vanity and Hefty were taking their daily walk at the forest suburbs.They're All Gone... (AWJTK Smurf fanfic)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
They were keeping their relationship in secret. Mostly because of Papa Smurf who still though of them as of little babies. Hefty was an adult for quite a time already. As for Vanity, he reached his adulthood, too, a few months ago.
Only Grouchy really knew about it, as he found out about them by pure accident, but he'd never tell anyone, like always. Even though he was the grumpiest creature in the entire forest, he could be trusted unlike many others.
Being always the smallest and the weakest one and more, a hermaphrodite, Vanity was glad having Hefty by his side. At least he was feeling perfectly safe with him.
Thinking that, Vanity looked up at Hefty with his eyes, bright and blue like ice.
For a long moment of silence, Vanity and Hefty stood their grounds, just looking at eachother.
Hefty contemplated Vanity's slim, beautiful body, from head to toes - smooth skin, feminine, hips, delicate arms and c
InnocenceShe was sitting on a bench that day, innocence shining in her green-grey eyes as she contemplated all things beautiful. Visions of the ocean breeze, of a butterfly's wings, of a flower's stretching petals flitted through her mind, superimposed over the broken streets that loomed about her. Where glass shards blanketed the sidewalk, she saw jewels; where debris lay rotting, she smelled perfume; her world was perfect. Through a ceiling of black-edged clouds broke her own sun, rays playing across her radiant face, filling her innocent eyes to the brim with laughter and love so she could no longer see what the world really was.Innocence4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But as she waited on the bench that day, there was one whose eyes the sun had not reached. He lived for greed, for what little pleasure he could derive from the blackness that filled his heart, as broken as the streets he lived on. Awoken from his poison thoughts, he spotted her solitary, distracted form perched upon the bench, and like a phantom he ripped her from
Arlyn of the Ocean My childhood summers were filled with the salty air and sea shells of the Gulf, my favorite place to relax and play. I vividly remember the cold ocean water splashing at my ankles and the taste of the popsicles we ate between bouts of play. I collected hundreds of sea shells and made magnificent sand castles, dug holes as deep as I was tall and even caught a few fish. What I remember most of all, though, was Arlyn.Arlyn of the Ocean4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first summer I spent with my aunt was an entirely new experience; I had never seen the beach or played in salt water before. She coaxed me gently toward the water, armed with an array of floaties and toys. I followed her cautiously, reassured by her claims that I wasn’t meaty enough to interest any of the ocean’s monsters. I figured she had to be right; I weighed next to nothing as a scrawny, awkward ten-yea
Don't Give UpC'mon c'mon just take your bowDon't Give Up4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Because your audience I leaving now
The applause ended before the show began
And I find it hard to understand
How do you live your monotonous life
For be it'd be like being stabbed with such a dull knife
The pain of the same thing everyday
I didn't think you'd end up this way
Nine to five
Just to stay alive
You wanted to be a star
Always dreamt of going far
It just seems you went the wrong way, so make a U-Turn
Then maybe you'll learn
From your mistakes
Because I know you have what it takes
Follow your heart
Just try to restart
I'll send my best wishes with you
I just hope I have some left for myself too