Would You?People are your business.Would You?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People with weak minds and desperate hearts.
Those without hope or a prayer in this world
come to you with their pleas.
And you're there to ease their pain...but for a price.
Anyone who wants something has to give you something in return.
Is it gold? No, you want something more valuable than that.
Is it power? No, you already have that.
It could be a soul.
It could be a person.
It could be anything....anything precious and painful to lose.
That's just how you are.
But what if...what if someone came without a plea,
other than wanting to spend a moment with you?
What if someone merely wanted to know the person
behind the cackle, the gleaming eye, the sinister glare,
the scheming heart....what would you do then?
Would you make me your slave, would you take my free will?
Would you sap my energy and make me worship you?
Would you play with my head and leave me for dead?
That sounds like something you would do...
But that would make you more of a mortal
My Pain Is My ArmourMy pain is my armourMy Pain Is My Armour2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I no longer cry
It will protect me
From words that flow by
My pain is my armour
You cant stop me now
Your insults are useless
They flow though me, somehow
My pain is my armour
I hear though the din
Your hatred and threat
That cut thought my skin
My pain is my armour
You wont touch my mind
I think what I want
Leave self hate behind
My pain is my armour
Placed there by you
My pain will protect me
From what is false and what is true
Little Bon ProblemsLittle Bon Problems2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I think I'm gonna die in this heat." groaned Ryuji Suguro, aka Bon, as he trekked through the muggy, humid forest. The young, bulky-built man was sweating nonstop; his black shirt clinging tightly to his upper body. Bon used his arm to wipe off his forehead as he glanced over his surroundings. His supposed partner, Rin Okumura, was nowhere to be seen. "That guy I told him not to run off! We're hunting down a demon that's caused the disappearances of over a dozen people. No one better come crying to me when that idiot joins them."
The sixteen year-old continued maneuvering around trees and bushes, occasionally glancing up at the afternoon sky. They'd been in this forest for over four hours now it wouldn't be long until night fell. Hopefully that demon appeared soon so the two of them could start heading back. Several more minutes passed; the only sound to keep Bon company being the flapping of wings above him and the crunch of leaves under him. All of a sudden, however, the y
How deviantART Changed My LifeI've been on dA for eight months, and during that time, my life as I know it changed; nothing is the same.How deviantART Changed My Life2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How deviantART Changed My Life
I honestly did not think deviantART would effect my life.
When I joined deviantART, I had no intentions of using it any more than I would be using my email account. I only joined because my 14 year old brother, who is a regular user of the site, kept telling me to sign up and upload my art for others to see. And so I did. I joined on March 2012, creating my first deviantART account called "pinkblueBiblioFREAK". I emphasized "freak" because that's what I felt like, basically because of my gender identity which failed to match my body and appearance. I looked nothing like a female, yet identified as one. Being on that site and talking to people, I started making friends. Making friends always came naturally to me; the reason I stopped doing it in real life was because no one accepted who I
The Banquet of the Goddess Once Mother Earth and Father Time were referred to as simply the Mother and the Father. Between them they created all of life and all of death.The Banquet of the Goddess3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Mother chose to bear Life. She chose to create Beauty where there was once emptiness, and tend to the happiness of all Her creations. She did this all, her heart filled with Love.
Thus She became known as Mother Earth, bringer of Life and joy, food and shelter, Life and Love.
Where Mother Earth desired to bring happiness to all, the Father demanded power. He sought control through fear, through taking from creation the very gifts that Mother Earth gave with so much Love. His obsession introduced Death, Sadness, and Hate.
He became Father Time, holding a power which kept all living things in fear of the clock and the time they had left on the Earth.
For many years Mother Earth and Father Time balance
A pictureA PictureA picture2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three years I have been modeling for her; and through all this time as she paints and stares she never makes a sound. Her butterfly eyelashes sweep every nook of my naked body. Her two wells of desire are fixated over me with silent passion. Her unshakable determination grows weak with the sunset. Her brush will stop then, for her to proceed to cover her canvas with rehearsed motions. She'd start with the acrylics, then the water glimmering with bleak light over the vases, to finally reach the brushes. Her robotic routine felt dull at first, but I began to grow fond of it as my eyes now anticipate her every move with certain eagerness observing the delicate differences between one day and another. I believe her dirtied hands conceal the most wonderful movements, from her dancing wrists as she closes her utensils to the tip of her long fingers that caress slowly her brushes as she washes them with the utmost care. Her eyes have such focus for whatever she does. Those unwaveri
My Werewolf DefinitionCelestialwolf's Werewolf DefinitionMy Werewolf Definition5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. What is a werewolf?
2. How are they created?
2.1 The Bite
3 Anatomy, characteristics, attributes
3.1 Human Form
3.2 Gestalt (True Werewolf) form
3.3 Wolf Form
3.4 All three forms
4 The Shifting Process
5 World and Society
7 Werewolf Encyclopedia
8 Other interesting werewolf definitions
What is a werewolf?
A Werewolf is a human capable of assuming the form of a wolf or a combination of wolf and human (gestalt) at will while enjoying greater physical abilities than normal human
Trickling RoseThis is for everyone I ever helped. None of this is meant to offend anyone it's simply to show you guys how you helped lighten the pressure even though it doesn't seem like it. I assure you this is supposed to be a happy enlightening poem.Trickling Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a rose.
So beautiful and delicate.
But your thorns prick my skin.
It doesn't matter to me.
While others might flinch,
I will smile at how strong you've become
The blood trickles from my hand.
A pile of roses in the corner of the room,
I couldn't save or help them.
A pool of blood where the blood has dripped,
With the red paint I write their names,
Every single person I helped,
Their names in thick red paint,
That drops from my wounds.
And with the last name,
I draw a heart.
A final note;
"I helped you.
I am content.
Even though you pricked me,
I forgive you..."
Darkness consumes my vision.
I am gone.
The last thing I wrote,
Couldn't express how much,
I needed you.
How much I helped you,
Logan BioLogan, a shy brown wolf with brown eyes, transformed immensely after meeting his best friend, Paul Henry, the son of Furvus Wolf. Paul Henry and the rest of his pack helped Logan both physically and mentally. At the beginning, Logan was skeptical, scared, cold, calculative, and untrusting with the world. It all began with a major car accident he was in with his mother when he was thirteen years old. A truck carrying a propane tank lost control and tipped over. His mother crashed into it and the propane tank exploded. The aftermath of the accident gave Logan burnt and impaired eyes, a severely burnt right arm and right leg, and the loss of his mother. His arm and leg had both muscle and nerve damage in which gives him chronic pain. He couldn’t do anything about his arm but he walked with a cane to ease pressure off his aching leg. Ever since that tragic day, he saw the world as a dark place. However, all that changed when he met Paul Henry. Paul Henry saw Logan needed a friend andLogan Bio2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Making of the Best SukiyakiThe Making of the Best Sukiyaki3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was your typical, average Saturday at the Okumura brothers' dorm. Oddly, someone else was walking the halls today. Sixteen year-old Renzo Shima was busy texting on his cell phone after having a chat with Yukio about his grades as of late. Usually the pink haired teen wouldn't have minded such a talk, but it had forced him to miss an important date.
"Great, now she hates me." Shima mumbled as he read the last not-too-friendly text message and snapped his phone shut before pocketing it. "That's the third chick this month. Am I losing my touch?" Shima laced his arms behind is head and stared at the ceiling as he thought. "I think she had a pretty hot sister, maybe I could-"
Shima stopped in mid-sentence when he heard, and felt, a wet crunch under his right foot. Barely moving his head; the young Exorcist-in-training looked down at his shoe and gulped. He slowly pulled back his foot to reveal the squashed remains of some kind of beetle-like bug. It's yellow, slimy guts were all over the
S.O.S Senses, Our Salvation chapter oneChapter one: - A senseless introductionS.O.S Senses, Our Salvation chapter one3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We all have five senses, all of which are used throughout our life. Sometimes, some are used more often than others. There are times where ones are hardly touched at all, or used without knowing it.Whenever the senses are blocked, it makes the user suffer, even if they are unaware of it. Doctors and scientists are researching more and more about the human body. Witchcraft users are also trying to tune in to both their emotions and their senses. Although these are two separate clashes of humanity, both agree on the one thing. If you can tune in fully onto all five emotions, especially when they are most needed, then this would make the human in particular much more powerful that they would be without.
This story isn't about scientists, or witchcraft believers. Its about one twenty year old girl, and the journey she goes through for six weeks. Her name is Charlotte Delice, Lottie to her friends. Lottie is in the middle of her second year at Univers
Furvus Wolf: Philly RootsFurvus was on his afternoon patrol and walked the streets of Bayside. He wore his police uniform that hugged his muscular frame very well. To that point in the day, nothing major had gone on. He had responded to a few minor things such as a parking dispute and a few small vandalism incidents. There was about an hour left for his patrol when he noticed some young pups complaining about something. He headed over towards them.Furvus Wolf: Philly Roots2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
“It’s your fault…you got the ball stuck under there…you go get it!” One wolf pup said this to another in frustration and pointed to a parked car. The other wolf pup shook his head. “It’s too far under there…I don’t know if I can reach it.”
Furvus walked up to the small group of wolf pups. “Hey guys…what’s the problem here?” The young male wolf pups looked up in awe of Furvus. He had become a bit of a hero to
Sly like a Muscle FoxDai sat on a bench in the locker room of Powerfur’s Gym and tied his sneaker, getting ready for his workout with DJ. He looked over and noticed a couple of muscular male wolves sitting on a bench further down the locker room comparing one another’s biceps. Dai snorted a laugh to himself and thought, “Those two think that they are tough wolves…they don’t compare in the least to the real big wolf.”Sly like a Muscle Fox2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dai smiled wide as he noticed the big wolf who he was just thinking of walk into the locker room and walk over to the bench that the other wolves were sitting at. They noticed him walking up to them and looked at one another and chuckled a bit. The other wolf was wearing a button down loose-fitting long sleeved shirt and jeans. He placed his gym bag on the bench and opened a locker. What these two wolves could not see was the massive muscles cabling this wolf’s frame that were hidden from under the shirt and jeans
A meeting in TokyoA meeting in Tokyo2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked up from my book; somehow, I'd been so engrossed in reading I hadn't noticed that I hadn't noticed that the train had dashed through a half dozen stations, headed into the heart of the metropolis. This guy, compared to almost everyone on the train…looked almost unreal, a video game character or idol fallen to earth, and, glancing over at the other side of the train, I could see a few girls pointing, their fervent conversation masked by the onward passage of the train. A couple of studs in his ear, another couple in his face, his hair messy, mostly dyed blonde, but for directly over his left eye, where it was dyed bright, almost tomato red. A slight grin, exposing a mouth of relatively normal teeth, though, through fighting, or decay, one of his canines was entirely missing.
'Mind if I sit here?'
I stared at him for a few seconds. It looked like a cosplay. No-one could possibly wear that from day to day. Yes, that must be it. And after all, this train did pass through Hara
Me and My True MaskI stay inside myself, only letting a mask of the true me out.Me and My True Mask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only I'm allowed to see the real me, since anyone else would break it.
The mask I put out is the one everyone wants to see,
The one the world accepts.
They don't want the real me,
the one that looks battered and bruised from before.
No, they want the prestige image that's from everyone's dreams,
not the reality.
My mask is my only friend, though my mask has plenty of friends.
I will forever be with my mask, and my mask only,
Since my mask is the only one that accepts the true me.
But once I met someone, they didn't like my mask.
We asked them why and they said they could see past it,
and thought the mask I put up was worse.
That day I didn't understand, but that person wanted to take away my mask,
To let out the true me and speak with them face to face.
I ran, for my mask was too soft to this person, too transparent,
and that scared me.
My mask was my only friend, and it shall stay as my only friend,
While the world sees the
Skar'd for Life"Grrr .I can't stand it," Skar burst out at the kitchen table that startled Grau who was sitting across from him.Skar'd for Life5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What? What's wrong," Grau asked picking up his fallen piece of toast.
"It's that idiot ZL," Skar roared, pounding the table. "How can I get Zeph's attention when he's always by his side? I'm supposed to be his brother! Not ZL!"
Skar pounded the table again which sent Grau's empty plate rattling, catching Xavier's attention from the other room.
"Hey," Xavier shouted, "What's with all the racket?"
"S-Sorry Xavier," Skar apologized intimidated. "I guess I'm just angry. Why does ZL get Zeph's attention?"
"There's a simple reason for that," Farris said entering the room and chomping down into an apple.
"What's that," Skar asked.
"You," Craigmartin joined in as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, "are weak."
"What's that supposed to mean," Skar growled angrily as his fist clenched a bit.
"Face it," Ralf interjected as he walked into the room, "ZL's
It Gets Better (My Story)Hello, my name is Cas, and this is my story.It Gets Better (My Story)3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Growing up, I never heard or knew much of the LGBT community. I was a church-going girl, a strong Christian, and I was blindly taught by my family how things were and how to live life. I remember once asking a member of my family why two men or two women could not marry one another, and the answer that I was told was 'because gay people cannot stay in long-term relationships, and if they could get married then they would all just be getting divorced all the time'. At the time it did not sound right to me, but I did not question.
In the third grade, my parents had a horrible divorce. My father was sick of the stress that my mother's constant illnesses caused, and he was tired of dealing with her mood-swings which had lead to her attempting suicide three times while I was a child. I was taken from my home in the country and moved to a somewhat larger city with my mother and grandparents. During this time, my father got back into theater. He wo
Gray the Great (Chapter 2)Gray the Great (Chapter 2)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Back with Gray, the athletic Mage was taking a much earned rest. He was not sitting on a building or the ground as you might think, but on a crystal throne of pure ice. The area around the giant and his seat was ungodly cold; buildings and the like sported a thin sheet of frost just by being near the massive throne. Even the many people below, Gray's newly enslaved servants whom were busy worshipping his warm feet, felt the chill.
"Yeah keep doing it just like that. Make yourselves useful or join your friends on the bottom of my feet!" Gray chuckled as he watched the dozens of doll-sized people service him. Many were rubbing his rough, slightly sweating soles. Some clung to the top of his feet and massaged the flesh there. A few were even between his thick toes; licking and cleaning the crevices there of any gunk and lint. Gray sighed with content and leaned back on his throne; arms at his sides and eyes closed. He felt like a king like a god! Everything was good everyth
#87 TwilightThe world is turning purple gray,#87 Twilight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun and light fading away,
Moon swiftly takes their place,
Bathing me in Her silver glow.
The best time,
When the sun and the moon,
Ride equal in the sky.
And I see how much I'm missing.
We miss the little things.
The radiance of a sunset,
How the stars seem without number,
And how the moon brings me peace.
If you've ever sat under a black sky,
With only the moon and stars,
You know what I mean.
I've never felt so small.
Or so at peace.
I know who I am at Twilight.
GeniusLogan walked into the warm home of Furvus, Michelle, and Paul Henry still a little dizzy from the hospital. But he was still happy to be with people that cared about him. Logan felt more at home with Paul Henry’s family than his own. Paul Henry wrapped his left arm around Logan’s neck (with his right arm in a cast) as they both entered the house.Genius2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Thank you again for letting me stay here,” said Logan.
“Of course, bro!” said Paul Henry. “My folks and I couldn’t just let you stay in your house alone without your dad.”
Logan’s head was still banging in pain. He managed to get some painkillers from the hospital but his head was still hurting a little. Under his sunglasses, Logan’s eyes turned to shades of pink again.
“I’ll go set up a spot for you on the couch,” said Michelle. “You and Paul Henry look like you need more rest.”
“But Mom, I feel fine,” said Paul Henry. Furvus put his g
Glass HeartsYou were a child, born with a heart of glass.Glass Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always everyday, it would happen. Someone would come and I would hope with all my heart that they would come to love me. To listen to me, instead of hear me. To see me, instead of look at me. To comfort me, instead of patronize me.
And always everyday, the same result. They couldn't, or they wouldn't. They didn't care enough to try. And that's what made my heart so fragile, one that was as thin as glass.
You were a child, with a heart that was cracked.
After all the times my heart would build up its walls, only to be smoothed down into a transparent shield, it finally had enough.
My heart could never hold the love that it was destined to never have, for it was cracked. No one would try to fix it, not even me; for I saw no point.
If someone ever has the emotion enough to care, then I shall turn into the world around me, and simply let it slip through this crack that the world has given me.
This crack, that shows that the world
ChangesThe doorbell rang. Furvus thumped his way to the door thinking who would be at the door in the evening. Anger stirred the mighty wolf’s blood seeing it was Longan’s father, Mr. Timber. “You got some nerve showing yourself here,” said Furvus. Mr. Timber calmly held his apathetic composure. “I’m just here for my son, officer,” said Mr. Timber. “I’m back so he can come back home.”Changes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“That is till you leave town the next week I bet,”
“I told you, officer, my job demands all my attention.”
“And I told you Logan needs you!”
“Look, we can argue about this all night. The fact remains that I’m here for my son and I want him to come home.”
Furvus knew this was not a battle he could win for now. There was no way he could get through to Mr. Timber and stop his neglectful behavior now. “Okay,” said Furvus in a sigh, “I’ll go get him.” Furvus got Logan while L