Ode to the Paladin Not even ghosts dare whisper where he walks,Ode to the Paladin2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not even the damned dare object when he speaks,
Monsters shun his company and the undead shirk his sight,
The bite of his sword is the wrath of the gods,
To go against him, is to go against both the Savior and the Eternal.
We better be prepared.
----Forgotten Villain's note to Another Forgotten Villian concerning an unamed Paladin
Ode to the RogueHide your jewels and shield your maidens,Ode to the Rogue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Guard your gold and watch your wives,
Trust no man,
Who carries around lock picks and knives,
For they shall be the ones,
To plunder your hard-earned treasure,
Wear the crown,
Despite not being the true successor,
Steal the pretty girls,
Whilst disguised as a beggar,
Leeching from all,
To satiate their own pleasure,
Veiled by the night,
And protected by stormy weather,
Often acting when it is dark,
And you can hear thunder,
Rogues live to capitalize off of,
Your slightest blunder!
-------Ode to the Rogue
The King who wore the Obsidian Crown There once was a King who wore an obsidian crown,The King who wore the Obsidian Crown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His mistress was cold and she wore an obsidian gown,
His body was cold and his face was cursed by a perpetual frown,
His skin was pale and his eyes always stared down....
---Ancient fable and song told and sung since the Dawn of Ages
Warm BloodWarm blood fallsWarm Blood2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in red rivulets,
Weeping from five wounds
to form lovely quintets,
Warm blood oozes from
holes in hues of black,
Leaking from pores,
And descending in
streams down the back,
Warm blood departs
from the veins,
That are fueled by the heart,
A strong man accepts that
the essence of his life
is soon to depart,
Clutching his sword
whilst watching the red,
The absence of warm blood
soon left him dead...
-----Nameless Samurai dying from his wounds
Mouse, Sausage, and Bird Short Story Fairy TaleOnce upon a time, in a very cold and hostile world, there lived three large rats of the race Skay Wayal deep in the jungle. Their names were Mouse, Sausage, and Bird. All three were cousins, who had inherited a cozy cottage from their late grandfather Moon. They were each unique in their own way, and they each had their own role to fill around the house.Mouse, Sausage, and Bird Short Story Fairy Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mouse was short and brown and skinny. His whiskers were tiny, his ears were big, and his nose was pink. It was his role in life to fetch water from the well and to make sure that the fireplace was well maintained so that the cottage was always warm.
Sausage was short and black and fat. His whiskers were long, his ears were small, and his nose was white. His role in life was to cook all the food for himself and his cousins- breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and all the snacks in between so that they may never starve.
Bird was tall and white and stocky. He was strong and fast and brave. It was his duty in life as mandated by their late
An Analysis of Deviant Art's AsshatteryAn Analysis of Deviant Art's Asshattery3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As many of us are well aware, there are many fundamental issues with the way Deviant Art functions as a website. The site is often slow or all-out unresponsive, people have no privacy and protection, and other problems exist that the staff simply doesn't care to resolve. Despite these problems and many others, the most we see in the way of site updates is aesthetic tweaks and piddly, unnecessary destination re-routes.
As far as I can gather, there are four basic issues with Deviant Art that desperately need to be changed. There are probably more, but they will be saved for a later article if they are brought to my attention. Each issue I see will be discussed and solutions will be proposed. It is not necessarily my hope to receive a Daily Deviation on this, and I certainly don't expect the staff to actually take it into consideration, but I do hope to at least share my thoughts on the issues I've experienced in my 2.5 years as a De
You've Got a Conan Obsession22 Signs That You Watch Too Much Detective ConanYou've Got a Conan Obsession5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you enter a room you say, "Detective (Name) has arrived."
You are constantly trying to solve little "crimes" that happen within your house.
You snoop around Wal-Mart like you're doing something important.
You ARE doing something important; there was a bald man who littered earlier and you're hot on his trail!
You pull that classic annoyed face whenever somebody does something stupid.
You point out the obvious.
You wish two men in black would give you a shrinking drug.
You're parents are more concerned than they were when you were a ninja.
You own a bowtie now.
Your bowtie is red.
You rock at soccer now.
You bought a tan trench coat and magnifying glass.
You tricked out your skateboard.
You're constantly on the look out for trouble.
You constantly quote Conan.
You seem to be watching more 48 Hours Mystery than before.
You Googled whether or not there were really high school detectives in Japan.
You've recently become a Sherlock Holme
Mouri Ran's Side, Chapter 1Mouri Ran's Side, Chapter 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So... You're taking Conan back overseas with you?" A teenage female sat on a couch, across from an older woman with dark hair. The teenager was wearing a high school uniform, a blue blazer, green necktie, white shirt, and blue pleaded skirt. Her crystal blue eyes seemed intent, curious, and inquiring. But that masked the real emotions she was having: remorse, worry, loneliness, and worst of all: Reluctance.
The other woman was dressed up in a female business suit, but with a ruffled, lacy white neckpiece. Her hair was done up in a bun. She gave a small, curt nod.
"Yes. We can finally bring him with us. My husband and I found a very good school for him to go to as well. So you needn't worry about his education. He's old enough to take care of himself now too." The woman smiled warmly.
"Oh. Alright then. I was betting Conan was getting anxious and homesick as well. He's very good at hiding his feelings, but I'm pretty sure he missed his parents very much." The girl replied. What are
DC: You'll Never KnowDC: You'll Never Know11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You'll Never Know
Written: September 2004
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Author's note: The best part about writing this, besides pretending I was working in class, was picking out everyone's Christmas presents.
Dedication: To my big sister Puddle. She loves Christmas and winter more than anyone will ever know. Or care to hear about.
You'll Never Know
Every so often I trotted. Eventually, I'd just fall into the same slow stride, snapped to attention by another gust of frozen air. I was still only halfway home, and it was hard to tell the difference between ten minutes and three hours when it's that cold. And maybe when you're in love. Either amount of time seems like forever, standing, waiting, needing to see him. Then the house lit up, and I ran. My heart took a jump and must've e
Mis diarios del fin del Mundo parte 1Mis diarios del fin del Mundo parte 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Recuerdo el fin del mundo…
era un viernes."
- 00:02 -
"No es lo que dicen, sino lo que hacen es lo que más me preocupa
(…) porque aún actúan como si todo estuviera igual que antes."
"Después de los zombies y de los alienígenas,
las catástrofes naturales no estuvieron nada mal,
aunque mi madre me riñó por no meter la ropa."
- 08:50 -
"Extraño el Internet"
- 07/01 -
Hoy unos niños encontraron un libro,
me preguntaron donde iban las baterías
Los champiñones asados son nutrivos y deliciosos,
si puedes atraparlos."
"La fosa radiactiva es un bonito lugar para ir a dar una vuelta tomados de la mano,
solos tú y yo."
"Extraño los dulces de abuela,
ya casi no queda gente vieja por aquí."
- 09/29 -
Todos los domingos por las mañanas,
un señor muy viejo con voz de niño nos reúne a todos en familia para darnos regalos, concursar por ellos,
y nos canta canciones sobre la alegría de ser niño.
una flor en el bolsillo - poemauna flor en el bolsillo - poema3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Su elegancia y belleza
Es de la envidia provocar
Es entonces como una fuerte yegua
O lustrados zapatos que engalanen el andar
Risa de algodón y mirada glasear
Sus ojos reflejantes, hermosos como el cristal
Es entonces la imagen del éxito
Del caballero a su lado un lindo complemento
Es entonces una sonrisa
La fachada de una casa distinguida
Un nuevo sombrero con plumajes en la punta
Busca sus imperfecciones, no encontraras ni una
Tiene piel de porcelana y delicada figura
Los contornos de su rostro provocan singular ternura
Ella irradia calidez fuera de sus dientes
Tiene las entrañas heladas aunque eso ya no cuente
Su sola silueta provoca suspiros
La pareja perfecta del genero masculino
Es entonces unos labios de cerezo
Dorados adornos y botones convexos
Tersas manos que tocan el piano
Una melodía tranquila que escuchar en verano
Cabello brillante y tan fino
Alguien que llevar del brazo, que camine contigo
Es entonces su importancia tal
Como una flor en el bolsillo
'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, Cokeworth, Northern England.
Severus put down the book and puffed heavily. It was the sixth time the bloody doorbell had rung.
Probably the teenage delinquents who were in the inconvenient habit of roaming Spinner´s End on occasion. During the past few years, they had been coming over to that abandoned part of town whenever they felt bored or were being chased by the police. As a matter of fact, with the street´s alarming state of decay, most of its houses deserted, it was rather surprising that the juvenile gangster-hopefuls didn´t come around to "visit" more often.
Spinner´s End was after all a perfect hiding place...Nobody better than Severus knew that...
But the fact was that Spinner´s End was ruined to such a degree that not even those little punks took a more than passing interest in it. Sometimes they entered an abandoned house to smoke, played some loud music (that is, if that godawful cacophony could be call
The Light of LoveThe Light of LoveThe Light of Love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had all happened so fast that there was little time to process what had just occurred. The royal family and the Senshi had been enjoying a peaceful morning with their children and pets. Then the tranquil moment had been shattered by the unwanted arrival of Queen Devi and her daughter Delilah. They had somehow breached the Crystal Palace's security and penetrated the sentient crystal. They had also managed to do the unthinkable. They had managed to successfully attack Neo Queen Serenity! Furthermore at the moment the radiant pure-heart sovereign was little by little dying. And not even the Moon Strobe could save her. All that was keeping her alive was her husband's healing energy. But he couldn't hope to hold off the effects of the black arrow indefinitely. Regardless of what they did she would ultimately depart this life, and so would all the love in the world.
Right now everyone was in Crystal Chamber where Neo Queen Serenity had once slept in a crystal coffin. Sh
NBC: BagwormsBarrel just didn't get it.NBC: Bagworms6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was like everyone knew it but the two of them.
How was that even possible? How could everyone except them know about it?
Then again, maybe they were just too busy arguing all the time to notice.
But Barrel noticed.
He didn't have much to do whenever Lock and Shock would start arguing, so he would just watch them.
And as time went by, he started noticing the subtle changes in their actions as they'd fight.
People always called him the dumb one of the three, but he still noticed things concerning his friends.
And he definitely noticed how differently they fought now as opposed to a couple years ago.
Back then they would just yell at each other, sometimes try to smack one another or pull each other's hair. For the most part, their fights never got that physical.
Recently, that had changed. Now whenever they fought, they'd jump on each other, Shock would pull on Lock's tail, he'd punch at her chest.
At first, Barrel didn't think anything of it.
But then he sta
What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...WE WILL MARCH ON.What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
WE WILL CARRY ON.
WE WILL FOREVER SUPPORT THE BAND THAT HAS HELPED US AND MILLIONS LIKE US.
I DON'T CARE.
I HAVE ALREADY SEEN MY LIFE ON THE SCREEEN, AND I ALREADY HATE IT, NO MATTER IF IT STARTED WITH AN ALRIGHT SCENE.
EVERYTHING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAS DONE FOR ME, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, I WILL BE THERE.
IF THERE'S NO BAND, I'LL JUST MAKE ONE UP IN MY MIND.
WE WILL BE WITH MCR, EVEN IF THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'LL BE IN MY HEART AND HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT.
I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A SAD SONG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HOSPITAL STAY MY WHOLE LIFE EVER SINCE I FIGURED OUT I HAD THREE TUMORS IN MY RIGHT KNEE.
WHY AM I JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE FLOW OF LYRICS TO DISENCHANTED?
WHY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
NOTHING WILL MATTER AFTER I'M GONE, BECAUSE MY LIFE WAS WITH THE BAND.
I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE OR NOTHING, BUT MY LIFE WAS BASED ON THEM, IT THRIVES FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
WHAT DOES IT STAND F
Bliss - Chapter 1"But I thought ye wanted me to choose a husband!" Merida shouted at her father angrily.Bliss - Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Of course we do!" her father roared back. "But we thought ye'd choose one a the young lords, not some savage from the edge o' civilization!"
"HE IS NOT A SAVAGE!" Merida cried, rage making her voice shrill. "And I don't ever want to hear you call him that again!" Her eyes caught the light of the torches, blazing as brightly as her fiery hair. Her gaze was so intense that even Fergus shied away.
"Darling, we only want what's best for you," Elinor soothed. She stepped forward and smoothed her daughter's wild curls back from her face. "But honestly, this boy just isn't safe! I mean, his best friend is a dragon, for heaven's sake! It's not right!" Elinor wanted to let Merida make her own decisions, she really did, but the prospect of her only daughter marrying some wayward viking and moving away so he could rule his own kingdom frightened her beyond belief.
"I love him, Mum," Merida said quietly. Her e
My Heart's a Battle Ground pt 2My Heart's a Battle Ground pt 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elinor sat across the bed from a scrawny young man, his fingers playing softly against the top of her daughter's hand as she slept. This boy had barely moved from her sideand the dragon that accompanied him was vigilant at his side. Whenever either of them left the room, it was with great reluctance. More often than not, Elinor, or one of the maids, would come in to find him curled over the mattress with his head rested on the princess' mass of curls, his fingers wound with hers.
Today marked the seventh day of Merida's fever induced sleepoccasionally, her eyes would open and she would be coherent enough to swallow water and a few bites of food, but then she would return to unconsciousness. Herbs were pressed against the gash on her side and scattered in her food in attempts to heal her. Bandages were changed and prayers performed, but still, she would not waken fully.
Hiccup quietly sighed as he stilled his hand atop hers and looked up into her face.
Despite her worry and
ResplandorSe acerca un triste atardecer,Resplandor3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Teñido de color naranja,
Con su luz cobijando la ciudad,
Con su hedor manteniéndola encerrada.
Y la huella del hombre en el cielo,
Deslumbra con crueldad su mirada,
Matando el recuerdo del silencio,
Del firmamento una noche estrellada.
¿A dónde se han ido las estrellas?
Su brillo quisiera observar,
Mas el dominio del hombre en la tierra,
Sus huellas intenta borrar.
La plaga homosapiente todo cubre,
Sus colmenas nadie puede erradicar,
Y el sonido estridente de sus risas,
No deja oír a la tierra sollozar.
Así, perece el brillo de sus cielos,
Calma oscura no puedes encontrar,
Esta tierra agoniza en mano humana,
Y fuerzas no hay más para luchar.
Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever Ch. 1Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever Ch. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
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blue.her eyes are like the sky,blue.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her hair is like the clouds.
no one laughs at her when she makes a joke.
no one smiles when her bare feet
hit the blacktop
and the sidewalk cracks.
and all the world's her grayscale, the only color
a musty shade of blue
strung in her hair.
and she thinks of her first memory
as she lets go of the balloons in her hands
and they rise as she falls and screams at the world that everything will become a picture
in a history book one day.
her lips are melting ice
and her cheeks are dead and pale.
her hair is wet
her eyes are lost
her hand, once clasped
around a wispy lifeline,
is now limp.
she floats like an ethereal
spread across a dream
that drags her to the deepest ocean
Siempre hay alguienSiempre hay alguien2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Siempre hay alguien.
Hay una voz que se escucha por las calles
es la de un niño que llora
Hay un susurro por las noches en las gardenias,
es una mujer de pinturas rotas
Hay un hombre que se levanta cada día
con el dolor de la cama y los sueños del alma.
Hay un perro hambriento de ojos tristes
y de orejas caídas
Hay un monumento olvidado de
Hay gato negro en una esquina esperando
por su bruja de pociones y de ropas rotas
Hay un viento que sopla las tristezas
aquellas que callas cuando lloras
Hay un viejo sentado en la banca del parque
que recuerda los días pasados con la mirada cansada
Hay una joven perdida en el silencio
y en la tormenta
Hay un ladrón de notas largas
y de narices rojas
Hay una niña sonriente
de colores y muñecas
Hay dos palomas de colores enamoradas
las mañanas frescas
Hay una madre con su hijo en brazos
que llora por poco de pan
Hay un momento para ser feliz
cuando la tristeza s
TNBC wedding disaster-part 9"We can't let this rag doll torture our king of Halloween!" The wolf yelledTNBC wedding disaster-part 95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"she must leave this town Immediately I say" The small witch included
Lock Shock and Barrel tried to hold their laughter, Their little prank turn this whole town upside down which meant good news for them. The town kept yelling out things about sally and what they should do to her.
" This prank was better than I thought" Lock said
"Of course it is, It was my idea" Shock said.
"Uh, don't you guys think this was a little to harsh. I mean sure it's pretty funny but I thought this whole prank thing was suppose to be about Jack not sally." Barrel said with a worried face. Barrel Actually liked sally, he thought she was a very sweet rag doll who didn't deserve to be tortured this way just for a stupid game that they were playing.
"Since when do you care about others?" Lock said annoyed.
"I don't it's just-
"oh shut up Barrel!" Shock interrupted Barrrel. "Sally deserves this hate from the town, remember she was one of
ShatteredCato didn't mind it at all when he fell to the ground, and the mutts began to tear him apart. To him, he was already dead. He didn't really deserve to win these games. He could have saved her. He could have saved his Clove.Shattered3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He felt numb as the mutts ripped into him, snarling and growling. He remembered Clove turning around and flashing him a snarky smile as she hit the centre of the target again. Remembered her sitting on top of him, pinning him down to the ground with a knife to his throat, smiling because she had won that time. Her lips, soft under his own.
Remembered blood splashing onto her face as she killed a helpless tribute, then flashing him a grim smile. Her telling him secretly under the stars that killing didn't make her feel exactly human anymore. Their argument over who would go in to kill Twelve and retrieve their packs. Her desperate screech for help, and watching her die, her hand clutched in his. Her lifeless hazel eyes cold and empty.
As the arrow that finally promis