Mirkwood goes Wilde!Mirkwood goes Wilde!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
MIRKWOOD GOES WILDE!
A shameless Tolkien/Oscar Wilde crossover
A guard-room in the palace of the Elvenking. To the right, the cells. To the left, the banqueting-hall.
LEGOLAS gazing into the banqueting-hall
How fair is the lady Arwen tonight!
You should not look at her like that.
Noise from within the banqueting-hall.
The King holds his revels tonight.
They say he is fond of wine.
THE VOICE OF THORIN OAKENSHIELD from within the cells
We are the Dwarves of Erebor, and we have come to reclaim our homeland!
Who was that?
What is his name?
Whence came he?
From Ered Luin. A great multitude of fangirls was ever following him.
LEGOLAS gazing into the banqueting-hall
How fair is the lady Arwen t
Ray BradburyRay BradburyRay Bradbury4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are on the Million Year Picnic
There Will Come Soft Rains.
Hoping for All Summer in a Day.
Yet Something Wicked this Way Comes.
Is it the Illustrated Man
from the Dark Carnival
drinking Dandelion Wine
and burning at Fahrenheit 451?
These are The Martian Chronicles
the tales that wander through lost ages
Way in the Middle of the Air
Singing songs of The Old Ones,
The Green Morning,
The Silent Towns --
And The Moon Be Still as Bright.
This is the Rocket Summer.
R is for rocket,
S is for space.
This is the Naming of Names.
The Taxpayer will watch it fall
on The shore of The off Season.
We are The Watchers.
He is The Fireman
Waiting out The Long Years.
Know, There Will Come Soft Rains.
He is The Rocket Man.
Watching The Fire Balloons
on The Last Night of The World.
leaving The Fox and the Forest
on No Particular Night or Morning.
Know that The Farewell Summer
is Burning Bright.
Is there A Medicine for Melancholy?
Can the Machin
smokescreened.smokescreened.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His door didn't seal.
The light leaked through in morse code. It was more dotted than dashed in the shady light of underground morning, smoky from that dirty chainsmoker mouth, chapped and broken from a night of second hand liquor and first hand regret.
He checked his watch. It didn't work.
Even after so long in the darkness, he still opened his eyes every now and again to check if the sun was still out.
He felt it. That mouth still gnawing at his throat, all docile words and violent farewells. Those fingers on his abdomen curling into his stomach and tearing.
He was overdue.
The door didn't seal. It was easy enough for air to pass right on through. Words too. Scent and sound and regret travelled on air, didn't they?
He was outed by association and it didn't even matter.
What he'd give to be selfless, to be something better than that creature who hoarded bodies in the storeroom corner-- coveted his people like they were belongings--
but he wasn't that good.
Portal - 100 Themes - Opinion100 Theme Challenge - #4 - OpinionPortal - 100 Themes - Opinion4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
EDIT: If you're unsatisfied with this version, I now have a...redacted...version for the more mature audience. Link is in the comments section. Excuse me while I find a hole to hide in now.
"That jumpsuit you're wearing looks stupid."
Chell rolled her eyes and continued up the metal staircase, trying to ignore the tyrant's continuing tirade. However, GLaDOS would not unlock the door until her barrage of insults had run its course.
"That's not me talking. It's right here in your file." GLaDOS went on. Medical degree in fashion. From France. Blah blah blah. As far as Chell was concerned, there hadn't been a choice on her wardrobe. GLaDOS's opinion was invalid by default.
The door finally opened, and Chell gave an impatient grunt as she stepped into the dark antechamber. The door slid shut behind her, and the lights
IanuarieE ianuarie sub pielea meaIanuarie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
şi a nins până când
sângele a devenit alb,
şi zăpada mi-a acoperit
Au făcut toate hipotermie
şi nu e nimeni cu o lopată
să dea albul la o parte.
Aşa că-mi fac acelaşi ceai
fiert în amintirile cu tine
şi-l beau fierbinte
ca să mă ardă,
ca să mă doară,
ca să topească
si să încălzească.
Dar hipotermia asta,
nu se tratează decât
Sau... cu tine.
The Tale of Tamas LinThe Tale of Tamas Lin1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He met her in the winter
When the wind whipped through the trees,
Beneath the snowfall and the starlight,
Un'ner the shadow of the leaves.
A fair and regal maiden
With hair as black as night,
Pale skin of glowing moonbeams,
And eyes of sapphires bright.
She found him there in winter
Amid the rocks and snow.
His booted leg was twisted;
The brigands struck the blow.
She held him then and kissed him
And nursed his wounds so dire,
And stole him to the fairy court
Beyond the Ross’ shire.
Three days he dined in excess,
Three days he drunk the wine,
Three days he danced with beauties
In courtly green attire.
Yet long were the mornings,
Longer still the nights,
For by the Yuletide’s dawning
Ten years had made their flight.
Aggrieved was dear Seonaidh,
His breast grew ill and tight,
For those that dine with fairy folk
Can ne’er leave their sight.
Twelve years, he passed, then twenty
As servant, then as swain,
But best he served the company
And knighthood did attain.
Anne BoleynWith every Knell, I feel it in my soul,Anne Boleyn11 years ago in Other More Like This
The toll of the bell, I feel my stomach wrench.
For each chime brings me closer to my death.
As for my crime, I have committed none
My lifeâ€™s days are soon to be gone.
My beautiful Elizabeth asleep in her fathers cradle,
This innocent child of mine has proven to be fatal.
The countenance of my husband, which I once saw as kind,
Now a wry twisted smile I feel no longer blind.
His son I could not bear,
Instead a daughter lies there.
His jealous and demanding nature, hath become mine end,
My life soon shall be taken for having a male friend.
A man in a black cloak has entered my small room,
Carrying a blade; observed as kindness, it will all be over soon.
I kneel down in the room, my last living humiliation,
Another shall come in death, my head on high displayed for the nation.
My hands clasped, I remain silent in fear,
My last thought are with Elizabeth, whom I hold so dear.
The pain fleeting as the blade slices my neck so white,
My life ends wit
The Day I met Dan... -PhanThe Day I met Dan... -Phan2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: The Day I met Dan…
Genre: Cute, Sad, depressing, PHAN.
Warnings: This does contain Self Harm, Suicide and lots of tears and hugging. So if you don't like that sorta stuff, don't read it.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy following the tragic story, bye!
The day was new and the streets were quiet. The neighbourhood was still asleep, dreading the new day to be here. I walked alone, hearing nothing but the sound of my own footsteps and the whistling of the gentle breeze brushing past my ear. Birds sang and autumn leaves crunched as I stepped on them; I took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and exhaled happily. My head was down, eyes staring at the confusing map on my iPhone, walking with small steps and hoping I was going the right way, and praying I wouldn't walk into anyone as I wasn't looking where I was going. I was heading to a town in Manchester. Well, that’s where I was supposed to meet him. I’d neve
Gregorian GardensRaise the Ritalin and raise the bars.Gregorian Gardens6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
March claims it's three AM, you know, out on Mars,
but January's junipers grow all in a row bizarre.
Such a vast array of riddles, that's the Ritalin to be sure,
and the Lithium lillies growing sweetly by closeted Clozapine's door,
and we wouldn't want winters jumping out of cars,
so we're raising the Ritalin and raising the bars.
Raise the hell and raise the helium.
April claims it's already had a healthy dose of delirium,
but January's jumping beans all grow in a sanitorium.
Such a widespread crop of Wellbutrin, to be certain,
and the Prozac and poppy seeds growing beneath Clozapine's curtains.
Regardless, even roses wouldn't want weeds to be boring 'em,
so we're all gathering in the auditory hallucination auditorium.
It's a different kind of calendar we all go by here,
one for the quacking of ducks and the queerest of queer.
Gregorian calendar's been shot up with antidepressants,
for the sake of protecting our shattered adolescents.
Watch the da
Human Transmutation CircleHuman Transmutation Circle10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The CIRCLE!! its basic layout is composed of a circle inscribed with a hexagon (which represents balance, perfection and unity) which inturn is inscribed with the triangle representing FIRE. There are nine other alchemic symbols. I would have put the actuall symbol on the picture... but it would have been rather difficult to explain exactly which element goes with whitch symbol!
The # on the Circle above corresponds with the # below:
3 white arsenic
6 (not sure will find)
7 sal armonic
[I'll be putting up a short descripiton of each element (alchemy-wise) soon]
Now on to the writing and its explanations
BLUE WRITING- this is the outer circle. the inner and middle circles are exactly the same, only they break off - it'll be marked where in the passage:
Pale white and black with false citrine imperfect white and red. The peacock s feather in bright colours, the rainbow in (End Inner Circle) the sky above. The spotted pan
5: Beauty and the Beast"If I didn't know you so well, Mr. Gibbs, I would think you were mad for being outside during such poor weather," Garrett said, pulling his thick leather gloves from the pocket of his great coat. "The cold is quite unbearable."5: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garrett tugged his gloves on against the biting cold, glancing warily at the dark clouds swirling high above. Though the snowfall had ceased that morning, Garrett could sense the storm would be back with a vengeance by nightfall.
"I hadn't planned on coming out, I assure you," Mr. Gibbs chuckled. "But dear Tilly has been cooped up in the barn these past days, and with this small break in the storm I could not pass up the opportunity to take her out for a short ride. Isn't that right old girl?"
Tilly bobbed her head as Mr. Gibbs ran his gloved hand back and forth against her neck, leading the old mare along through the snow and towards the barn.
Garrett walked beside Mr. Gibbs in silence, his thoughts turning to Mr. Leonard and the letter that he had placed in th
4: Beauty and the BeastSunlight streamed through the large window and across the foot of the bed, and for a moment Beth forgot where she was. She turned onto her back, staring up through the canopy of drapes hanging across the four poster bed, her anxiety and frustration over her situation returning as the after effects of sleep wore away.4: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth hated how helpless she felt, trapped in a castle in the middle of a vicious storm that showed no signs of easing up. She sat up in bed and stretched her tired limbs, then scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders against the biting cold of morning.
Since there was nothing she could do about her situation, she focused instead on the small things she could control, such as getting dressed and straightening her bed. She was certain that Fiona would be upset with her for cleaning up a bit, but Beth wasn't the type who expected others to wait on her.
Once the bed was as close to perfect as she could get it, Beth went to the armoire where
6: Beauty and the BeastWhen Beth woke she was afraid to move, uncertain of where she was or who might be with her. She opened her eyes only slightly, just enough to see that she was lying in her bed at Blackmoor Castle, the room warm and the walls aglow with shifting light from the fireplace.6: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had the distinct feeling that she was not alone, and when she shifted her head slightly to have a better view of the large wingback chair that was near the window, her heartbeat quickening when she realized that a figure sat there--and she knew with certainty that it was Mr. Thorne.
Beth squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep her breathing steady and even, willing Mr. Thorne to leave her alone so that she could assess her situation in peace and come up with a better means for escaping the castle and the mad creature that Mr. Thorne had transformed into.
"I know you're awake," he muttered. "So you may as well open your eyes and face me."
Her breath caught at the sound of his voice, which no longer sounded gravelly
PunctAm chef să mă pun la punctPunct1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dar punctul nu mă ține decât în două laturi
între care mă rostogolesc iar și iar
și de fiecare dată când mă întorc cu ochii la ea
latura se schimbă,
are alt ochi, alt meninge,
alt deget mare de la picior.
Am chef să îmi pun la punct fiecare gând,
fiecare urmă de dorință.
Vor sta în bănci comuniste, cu umerii drepți
gravând revoluții pe cortexul meu
îmbibat cu fum de grenadă,de țigări,
de la aceeași scrisoare de dragoste arsă
în același loc, în aceeași zi.
2: Beauty and the BeastBeth clung to Mr. Thorne's arm around her waist, her teeth chattering as icy rain trickled down her face. Her hair was glued to her cheeks and tangled around her neck, her cloak and gown soaked through to her skin. Her whole body was numb, her fingers and toes aching painfully from the cold.2: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're nearly there," Mr. Thorne shouted over the onslaught of rain. Beth nodded, unable to speak as droplets of rain hit her already numb face.
Beth leaned closer against Mr. Thorne, trying to soak up some of the warmth that seemed to roll off of him in waves. Though she shook violently against the cold, Mr. Thorne felt as though he was on fire, and she couldn't help but relish the warmth that his nearness offered.
He stiffened behind her as she held onto him, his grip around her waist tightening as his warm breath ghosted over her temple. She tilted her head and glanced up at him to find his hard unreadable eyes on her, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
There was something possessive in the way
Greu sa fii zeu.Greu să fii zeu.Greu sa fii zeu.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mult fum printre oraşe.
Ai zice că şi-a dat foc însăşi natura
într-o tentativă de sinucidere
(s-a săturat să fie pângărită).
Nici drumurile nu mai sunt ce-au fost.
Sunt negre zidurile şi sparte toate becurile,
de parcă însăşi satan şi-ar pregăti
venirea pe pământ. De-am şti cu siguranţă,
i-am da cadou o creangă de măslin.
Nici chiar lumina nu mai e ce-a fost.
Sunt negri oamenii.
Şi-au aşezat cărbuni încinşi pe suflet
crezând că le va ţine loc de penitenţă.
Au ars pe rând compasiunea, dorul de casă
şi la sfârşit până şi fericirea.
Şi nici copiii nu mai sunt ce-au fost.
M-am înnegrit până şi eu.
De la fumat pasiv sau de la hainele de doliu,
nu voi şti niciodată. Acum aştept doar iarna,
The Girl Who Doesn't Know How to Love translyricsThe Girl Who Doesn't Know How to Love translyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't know how to love, until now it wasn't real. Suddenly I felt emotions I never thought I'd feel.
A feeling in my heart which I couldn't turn away, it compels me endlessly to think of you night and day.
Giving up is simple enough, the easy path. I could end it with some excuse, and turning my back.
Allowing my cowardly self to drag me down, sinking with my weakness until I drown.
A wall of glass between me and a perfect dream, it's too good to be true, I can't find any seams.
I don't care if it's fake, that is a chance I'll take. I want the shell of solitude to break.
I don't know how to love, it's a feeling strange and new, now I desperately cry out for I don't know what to do.
But you don't hear my cries, you won't listen to my scream. You probably have no interest in someone like me.
I don't know how to love, I don't know how to respond, but when I see you I can't help myself from feeling fond.
My heart is full of gloom, it's a darkness black as night, but with your illuminatio
EsotericLegs that do not work.Esoteric4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An expressionless face.
Children laugh openly,
At his sudden outbursts.
He tries to hold people,
Instead they are hurt,
By the raw emotion,
Unbound by society's rules.
I stare at the face,
Which people prefer to avoid
(they don't want to be rude!)
I wonder about his mind,
Which ages in leap years.
This does not inhibit imagination,
For age is just a shackle.
Tighter each year,
Until untamed thoughts cannot exist.
What else has he to smile about?
We can walk and he cannot.
We can talk and he should not!
Perhaps in his dreams,
He is one of us.
He can run, give meaning and learn,
But his real life, he prefers.
Either way he gets a taste,
He has a choice and we do not.
RumplestiltskinYou swore you'd never love again,Rumplestiltskin3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And then you chose to let her in.
At first, she was your serving girl,
Until her eyes became your world.
It started with a chipped teacup.
You never meant to give her up.
"All curses break with true love's kiss!"
She tries again to kiss your lips,
But misunderstanding clouds your eyes
And, fearing treason, you search for lies.
You have to banish her from your sight
You couldn't hurt her, try as you might;
Going back to your daily routine
You are surprised by a visit from the Queen.
She deceitfully feeds you lies of you love,
You fear there's no comfort, e'en from above.
You know now the promises your love couldn't tell.
You realize her affection could have broken the spell.
To bring her back, there's nothing to sell--
No deal to make,
No love left to take,
Only one memory; her name was Belle.
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
Because I Was Feeling PuckishDecember 23, 1914 (Three days post-Goliath)Because I Was Feeling Puckish2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Deryn stood in the doorway of their new apartment in London. It was just a few blocks from the London Zoo, ideal for the Zoological Society's new agents. Alek watched her as she read yet another note left by Dr. Barlow. The open door brought a breeze to ruffle her blonde hair, and for a moment he imagined her topside.
"Could you come here for a squick?" she asked without raising her eyes from the paper.
He doubted she wanted the note clarified—it had been quite precise—but he crossed the room anyway, standing close, but not too close, to her, wary of the open door. Glancing out, he thought he saw a movement down the hall….
….and was thus surprised when Deryn grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. First he was petrified—someone could see! But maybe just for a moment….He relaxed a bit. Then a moment became several moments and Alek stopped keeping time.
Deryn let go of him and what had seemed a blissful eternity became scan
Wives of Henry VIIIWoman of faithWives of Henry VIII6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dutiful wife
Who still loved the man
Though thrown from his life
Woman of passion
His child you bore
But he'd not got a son
So you died as a whore
Woman of silence
Who bore him his son
But never recovered
Your life was soon done
Woman of rejection
With portrait so fair
Cast off when he saw you
And you didn't compare
Woman of youth
So wild and strong-willed
So quickly he loved you
So quickly he killed
Woman of courage
A long life you led
A nice husband you got
Once old Henry was dead