All about Magdalena(EDIT 19.06.2013... Again! Kill me if you want XD Anyway I added some about her relationships and childhood.)All about Magdalena10 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Poland the 2nd
Human Name: Magdalena Libuše Łukasiewicz.
Birthday: 21 April
Likes: Meadow flowers, fruits of the forest, porcelain dolls.
Dislikes: Noisy, Sci-fi films, fireworks, strangers.
Height: 159 cm
Hair Color: Light beige blonde.
Eye Color: Diamond green.
Current Residence: The Łukasiewicz House, Warsaw.
Language(s): Polish, Czech, English.
She is a cheerful girl who is rather forceful with her opinions. Similary to Feliks she's shy when it comes to meeting new people. Because she dislikes to share too personal things with just anybody, trust will take some time to build with her but once she becomes used to someone, she'll never let go. She's also curious, suspicious, REALLY unpredictable and it happens she's self
NEXT: Into the Past Chapter 5Chapter 5: The Underground Library Part 2: Defeated?NEXT: Into the Past Chapter 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How did you guys get here?!"
That was that first thing Roger said after he regained consciousness. Roger had woken up dizzy and had a girl clinging on his neck. It made David and Momo remember the weirdness of this odd situation. They got over their weird thoughts and looked at their younger siblings.
"Y-Yes! How did the three of you come here?! Did father find a way to get us back home?!" David exclaimed at his sister.
Anne looked up.
"N-No, he didn't. We're here without Vati and Mutti knowing. We got here with the help from Lanchester and Lannette, using the Imitation Circle." she answered, adding, "I'm sorry, bruder."
David sighed in disappointment. Roger, Momo, and Yangliu had no idea what Anne was talking about so they tilted their heads in confusion. Nikita was still too busy cuddling her older brother.
Lanchester and Lannette were David's and Anne's mythical familiars, like Flying Mint Bunny and Lancelot were to Arthur. They
NEXT: Into the Past Chapter 1NEXT: Into the Past Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The Chase
March 16, 2012
Momo and Roger looked around, noticing that the room they were in now was the exact same conference room in Arthur's mansion. Looks like they dropped in in the middle of a meeting. Oops.
The two of them sat up, eyeing David curiously. The only person that seemed to know what was going on was David, and he looked worried and angry at the same time. He leaned closer to his friends.
"Roger, Momo, we have to run. As fast as we can from here..." David whispered.
"W-why?" Roger asked, whispering as well.
David turned behind him, looking at the nations. Most of them seemed confused and curious as to why and how random kids appeared out of nowhere into their room. Some, like Bella/ Belgium and Katyusha were cooing at them. It seemed that they liked kids a lot, even if they appeared from thin air. David turned back to his friends.
"There's no doubt we've been sent to the past." David said, taking note how comically wide Momo's and Roger's eyes got, "Right now
NEXT: Into the Past Chapter 7Chapter 7: Family Reunions? No, More Like Family Disasters.NEXT: Into the Past Chapter 711 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first thing that registered in Roger's mind the first thing he woke up was that David and Anne were not on their beds. He had first thought that they had woken up early, but when he laid his hand on the bed, it didn't have the familiar warmness of a person sleeping there. No, it was cold. No one was there in a few hours tops.
The second thing he did was scream.
"GYAAAHHHHH! DAVID AND ANNE DISAPPEARED!!"
Multiple things happened at once. Everyone had woken up in different manners. Nikita woke up with her hands not wrapped around Roger's waist like it was last night. She proceeded to do it again but landed on thin air since Roger was running around in circles. Momo woke up screaming in shock and fell off the bed. Yang- Liu woke up whimpering and also falling off the bed because Momo had her hold on her little brother.
In simpler terms, it was a mess.
"Whoa kids! What the hell's going on here?!" asked (more like yelled)
NEXT: Into the Past PrologueNEXT: Into the Past Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
March 16, 2032
It was a normal Saturday in the lives of the Classic Trio. David Kirkland, the son of Arthur Kirkland and Lili Kirkland had invited his friends, Honda Momo, daughter of Honda Kiku and Honda Mei- Lin and Roger D. Jones, son of Alfred F. Jones and Natalia A. Jones. The three were a tightly knit trio, together ever since they were children.
Their parents were the personifications of the countries and they were the capitals, after all.
The three fit together like a puzzle of some sort. Momo was a sweet and modest girl that was very forgiving to anyone and everyone. David was polite, calm and mature, although shy. Roger, although childish and easy- going, was energetic and full of vigor. No one had ever pulled them apart.
Apparently, that day was also the day of a World Conference at Arthur's rather big mansion. Arthur had told David that Momo and Roger could come over as long as they didn't interupt the meeting. David agreed, but, knowing the son of the United State
Will You Still Love Me? Cold, hard depression. Sometimes that was what hit Rory when she least expected it. She would be having a relatively good day when suddenly guilt would close in on her like a suffocating blanket, blotting out whatever she had been doing.Will You Still Love Me?1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
She felt like she was drowning in a tidal wave and no matter where she turned, there was only bleak darkness. Succumbing to the irresistible pull it possessed over her since she was a child, Rory curled up in her bed, the satin comforter pulled over her head. Her heart felt more like a dead weight then a beating organ and even the light streaming in through the widows seemed to be mocking her.
The afternoon hours ticked by and still she lay in the protective shell she had made in the bed. Curled up till her knees were touching her chest, thoughts of all the past mistakes she had made flooded into her head. She wondered how the people around her could even stand being with her. Especially her husband. Everyone else
My VoiceI open my mouthMy Voice1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I try to speak
As I have so much to say.
I keep it bottled up
All these thoughts left to myself
So many feelings that
Need to escape me in some way.
And yet my words fail me
My tongue knots
My throat freezes
It's always the same.
So once again I sigh
And take a pen in hand
My mind overtakes my body;
Words engraved into the mangled flesh of trees.
Words of love, hurt and comfort
Can't you see I'm reaching out to you
The only way I can?
It's silly how a pen carries my voice
When I have a voice of my own.
It's silly how much I have to say to you
But I just... Can't...
Unwanted AttentionI feel your eyes on meUnwanted Attention3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching my every move
Despite my telling to leave me be
You continue on your stalking
A fear that buried deep in my chest
Please just give it all a rest
Heed the words that fall from my lips
The ones that you have longed to kiss
Your feelings are not returned
For on a stake you shall be burned
There is no doubt
The problems you've caused
Have left me clueless, helpless and without
A way for me to heal
Please respect me
And my wishes
And for one last time
May our lives unwind from another
And head in separate paths.
In Which Writing is Good for the SoulLong ago, in a time unknown to yours and mine, there stood a tower alone in a grassy clearing. Its charming pattern of cream and grey bricks spun their way up into the sky under the bright sun. At the top of this tower, there was a quaint room that held a child of fourteen by the name of Lilka. She was a graceful and demure girl; her long hair of raspberry brown gently brushed the floor with every step and twirl as she wandered about her room day after day. How she came to be there, no one could say. There were once stairs on the outside of the tower, but they had long since crumbled and fallen, the grey bricks the only hint of where they had rested.In Which Writing is Good for the Soul2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lilka spent most of her time gazing longingly from her window at her small flock of sheep grazing below. She had no means of reaching the ground to sheer them, so their wool gradually overgrew and they became large puffy clouds with hooves and faces. Their baahs and grass munching floated in the wind up to her window like a song she knew b
In Which Annabelle Tries to Tells a SecretI knew a peculiar girl once.In Which Annabelle Tries to Tells a Secret2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few months after my birthday, I can't recall which one, I moved to a small town called Bellflores. It was a town where it rained constantly, a continuous drizzle all day and night. Being a little damp didn't bother me though, and the neighbors were quite friendly, so I was pleased to be living there. With pleasant smiles on their faces, the townsfolk did their business despite all the rain. Contagious it was, to be surrounded by so much optimism, and I felt myself smiling more often as well.
Outside of Bellflores was a grassy summit with a lovely view and a large, lone willow tree and small wooden fence around the edge. It was a nice place for solitude and to observe the town from above. A smaller road that went outside the town limits abruptly became a dirt path which curved to continue its way up behind the hill. It was so abrupt in fact that I barely managed to save my face from a dirty bruise. When I think about that moment now, I laugh to myself.
In Which a Stranger Decides to Go for a StrollA quiet, dreary day like any other was what the sky had brought to the rather uneventful town. The clouds hid the buildings and trees and telephone poles under a dull, yet oddly comforting blanket of grey. And the birds that hid throughout the leaves whispered amongst themselves in fear of the wind overhearing them. Nobody was outside, preferring the company and warmth of their families inside of their homes. An average Saturday afternoon. There was, however, one man out for a stroll. He was a simple man, wearing simple clothes and preferring his own company whenever possible. Like anyone else, he enjoyed the warmth of his home to the coldness of the outdoors. Though whatever had convinced him to go out that day, he couldn't quite say.In Which a Stranger Decides to Go for a Stroll2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Down a wide street that he rarely traveled was how the man decided to begin his stroll. One would think he was completely alone out there, but he wasn't if you took a second glance. Tangled in the fingers of his right hand was the string of a balloon, wh
We did not expect the world to end.We did not expect the world to end.We did not expect the world to end.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It just did.
We kept saying “It won't happen in our lifetime.”
But it did.
We closed our eyes to the cracks in the walls
and they crumbled around us.
We forgot the decay in front of us.
It was so easy to ignore.
It ate away the foundations of our lives.
Still we ignored it
and claimed that life would go on.
We did not see it coming.
Even if it was right in front of us.
We tried to repair the cracks in the dams
though the water had already washed us away.
And though the clouds were black and red
we looked away.
Or stared ourselves blind on the colour display
as our skin peeled away beneath the acidic rain.
We dreamt of the sky
and reached for the stars.
Forgetting the ground beneath our feet.
It tore apart at the seams
the gaps too wide to repair.
And the sun was setting on a world
We did not predict the true apocalypse
though many a prophet had tried.
Their predictions were hollow
and we lost faith.
We did not listen to the real
Bio - Corvus Dawn LyreBio - Corvus Dawn Lyre3 weeks ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Corvus Dawn Lyre
Corvus - Latin for raven or crow, symbols of Apollo, small constellation in the southern sky
Dawn - Diana, sunrise
Lyre - a plucked string instrument associated with ancient Greece and consisting of a U-shaped frame with a crossbar from which the strings stretch down to the sound box; symbol of Apollo
Hometown: New York City
Current Residence: N/A
Blood Type: O+
-People with the Type O positive blood group, are said to be creative, confident and quite popular, they enjoy being the centre of attention. Type O positives are also outgoing and very social, though mostly initiators, they may never get to finish what they start.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthday: August 15, 1997
Chinese Zodiac: Dragon
Compatibility: Monkey or Rat
Greek Zodiac: Leo
Ruling Planet(s): Sun
Hair Color: Sunflower Blonde
Hair Type: Her hair is
Go BackIt's that moment when you realizeGo Back4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will never be the same
It's the dreams that are broken
You will never have again
It's the love that you wanted
That you thought would be your own
It's the patchwork on the quilt
Your lonely hands had sewn
It's the person that you know
You wanted for all time
It's the face behind the mirror
The reason for the rhyme
It's who you were and could be
When you were with them
It's learning a whole new me
On your own, alone again
Can I ever become
The person that I was?
Can I now look forward
Let go of this love?
Tell me how I go back
To who I was before?
Tell me how I take back
Myself again once more?
To know what being human truly is...What happens…?To know what being human truly is...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you sacrifice everything you have…to the point of no return, to achieve…
What happens when you forget who or what you are…then what happens…when bit by bit we get chiselled down to the point, the core and realising that it isn’t enough to win the fight…you do the unthinkable…
Bit by bit you give away your humanity and replace it with cold, hard and cruel logic that is so calculating it chills the bones of those past…
We replace it…like a spare part; it is tossed away into the depths of our redundant memories…till there is nothing but a cruel and cold person left…like a machine that was once human and had a name but traded it for a colder life…one that was supposed to be a way out but turned out to be a lie…and now all that is left is a shell…
A shell that is only inhabited by ghosts…then what…what if…you sacrificed every little bit of you to b
Broken (What Can You Do?)A broken heartBroken (What Can You Do?)8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How it misses
The sun kissed touch
Of honeydew lips
The warm embrace
Of a fire that comforts, not burns
The caressing words
Of a caring heart not so unlike your own
But now that heart is broken
What can you do?
When your heart learns to miss
When it deeply regrets
The actions of the past
When it mourns that
Touch, embrace, caress
Like a hollow shell
Left behind in the wake
Of an atom bomb
When the heart grieves
And you can’t stop its crying
When the loss
Piles too much pain
When the door slams in your face
The moment you try to reach out again
What can you do?
I know you miss him
I know how it hurts
I was like that once, too
I know you feel you’ve made a mistake
That you want to take it all back
Words said left unsaid
That it would be rosy golden again
Where moments created
In the intimacy of just being together
Made your heart soar
Like pixie dust sprinkled
You want all that back
Everything he ever meant
And ever was
Theme 87: FoodTHEME 87: FoodTheme 87: Food3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(With all household Milliners)
Hatter Tock had prepared a lovely Earth pasta dish for dinner. After a short grace had been said for the Queen Issa, everyone began to serve themselves to the main course: a steaming, tender pasta. Savory tomato and basil sauce was passed around the table to accompany it. A bowl of salad and a fabric-lined breadbasket were present as well.
Tock, being the cook, was wary about what the others thought of the dish. It had been a very easy and simple meal; boiling water was not hard for him, nor was creating a tomato sauce. Salad was easy enough, and the bread he had prepared from scratch was fine as well. He always enjoyed cooking and wanted only for everyone to enjoy the taste of his wonderful kitchen creation.
Tock glanced at Rohin, who sat next to him. Rohin had piled mostly pasta on his plate, and of course, he had completely passed on the salad. With a sigh, Tock watched as Rohin quickly stuffed his mouth full of pasta.
"Rohin, don't eat
Dusk at Sea chapter 3Avy's eyes widened so much Acacia was afraid the violet and white orbs would roll straight out of her head.Dusk at Sea chapter 32 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"A storm?! What do you mean, a storm?" She shrieked. She threw her hands about desperately and accidentally smacked the hull. She squeaked and cradled her hand against her chest, forcibly calming down some.
"Its okay, Avy. This isn't the first storm I've sailed through."
Avy let out a whimper, and Acacia sat on the bed to gently rub her niece's back. Avy's shoulders slowly released tension, and after a minute she leaned her head to rest her cheek against her aunt's shoulder.
"Why did there have to be a storm?" She sighed.
"Do you want the scientific reason or was that rhetorical?"
Avy cracked a wobbly smile. "Rhetorical."
"I know, I was just trying to get you to smile," Acacia chuckled. She studied her niece's expression and patted her niece on the back gently. "That'll have to do." She stood up and looked over her shoulder at Avy. "I'm going to go let our sailors know. You sit t