Riddle me thisRiddle me this3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alice wondered through Wonderland, deep in her thoughts she barely noticed when she reached an old stone bridge. The bridge was mostly intact but some large stone blocks were missing and she had to float to the other side. There she was greeted by Cheshire, with his usual creepy and widespread smile. He was about to tell her another riddle but she interrupted him with a question.
"I've been thinking Cat, why do you look so different than when I visited Wonderland when I was a child?" she said placing her hands behind her back.
"Our physical appearance is what makes us different but it is not what defines us." he replied, waving his tail. "We are defined by our mind and what we deep worthy of mentioning from it, to other people. Thus I haven't changed just your perception of me has."
Alice raised her eyebrow to his reply, half surprised to not hear another riddle in his answer and half glad to hear it that way. This however made her remember London and the very reason she came to Wonder
BogeymanBogeyman.Bogeyman2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There's no such thing as the bogeyman.
There is no such thing as an embodiment of terror. No such thing as monsters under the bed. No such thing as terrible beings hiding in the shadows, coming to get you when you least expect it.
Even now, when the full moon lights up an otherwise pitch black sky, there is nothing to be afraid of. Especially when surrounding by thick, solid walls, in the safety of one's bed, this applies. Especially when there are several others lining the wall, each filled with a contently sleeping body, always reassuring you that you are not alone.
The little girl at the St. Catherine's convent tries her very best to remember that. She has to. It's the only way she will ever be able to sleep. The only thing that will make her feel somewhat safe in this large, echoing hall.
She has been at the convent for a while now. Half a year at the very least. Frankly, it's not so bad to live here. The nuns are kind and she is well-fed. Every day, after her chor
Children On HooksChildren On Hooks4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Children On Hooks
Stitching thread and mechanics help the children smile,
On each face, in this demented place, children have never been so vile.
Cannot say they have thoughts and dreams, although you can see their brain,
even if there no one would care, for they are all insane.
The children hanging on hooks, filing row by row,
In a horrible place, a terrified face, but their expresion will never show.
Cause of Doctor Bumby ``the puppetier`` puts their new doll face on,
no expression, all the same. down the chute. gone.
Where the chute leads to i truly cannot see,
Probrably to the infernal train, where he thinks all memories should be.
he runs the its schedule and its itinerary too,
But it can be stopped, it was all made by you.
Alice Madness Begin Part 6‘This is it’, Alice said firmly. ‘The Jabberwock’s Lair.’Alice Madness Begin Part 61 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
After re-joining with the others, Alice, Sora, Donald and Goofy travelled to a desolate and forbidden place with lava fountains and skeletons scattered all over the place. Inside, they could hear the growling of the Jabberwock, the Red Queen’s champion.
‘Must we go in there?’ Donald asked, his legs shaking.
‘We came so far.’ Goofy said. ‘There is no turning back.’
Sora looked at Alice. He grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Alice squeezed back and smiled at him before letting go. The group readied their weapons and strode slowly into the lair. As they enter the lair, they stopped as they behold a creature that was most horrifying so far during their encounter. The creature resembled a giant, green lizard with mechanical wings, glowing yellow orbs for eyes and a burning furnace attached to its’ chest. This half-monster and half-machine was en
Il Lupo and Fiora TranslatedProwling and Courting's Il Lupo/Fiora Dialogue TranslatedIl Lupo and Fiora Translated4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today, my friend mafalda-chan and I were joking about what appears to be my most populair M-rated fic at this point, "Prowling and Courting". Though I'm still baffled as to why it got so many favorites and good reviews (seriously people, I wrote it while being bored, uninspired and, at that point, wasn't even a real Il Lupo/Fiora fan yet), I kindly want to thank everyone who gave me such positive feedback and encouraged my love for this amazing couple.
Anyway, Maffy and I were discussing the dialogue of this fic (whatever little there is, especially from Il Lupo's side since I see him as not much of a conversationalist), or rather, what's going on behind it. As a joke, I decided to translate the true "meaning" of their dialogue before the sex scene for her. Maf thought it was hilarious and suggested I should put this on DA. So here it is, the "actual conversation" between Il Lupo and Fiora. E
Build a Snowman-ElsaDo I wanna build a snowman?Build a Snowman-Elsa1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Yes I wish I could come and play
We never see each other anymore
I want to come outside the door
But I’m just too afraid
We used to be best buddies
But now we can’t
I wish I could tell you why.
Do I wanna build a snowman?
Yes, I wanna build a snowman.
Do I want to build a snowman?
Or chase you up and down the halls?
Your right my company is overdue
But I’m a danger to you when I step beyond these doors
It gets more than a little lonely
In my frozen room
Just watching you play outside.
Oh Anna, I hear you out there
I wish I didn’t have to hide here like a sin.
I need your courage, by God I’m trying to
But my powers are bleeding through
I can’t let you in.
We only have each other
It’s just you and me
But What am I going to do?
Yes, I want to build a snowman…
Her Name is AliceHer Name is Alice3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
("If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense")
("Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't")
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chased the rabbit, drank the wine, and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels
To stand outside your virtue
No one can ever hurt you
Or so they say
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Through shapes and shadows
And even though she's dreaming, she knows
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully returned
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's concern
You see there's no real ending
It's only the beginning
Come out and play
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Through shapes and shadows
Closing InThe walls are closing in, Alice.Closing In9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are closing in, locking everything into place.
Turning the key, pocketing it. The gears turn, squeaking.
Run, Alice! Run!
Care not for the fools in your way, nor the children who swarm like bees.
Avoid the pests, they are merely insects.
The citizens mean nothing.
They are nothing, Alice.
The riddles the Cat made, you must miss.
They twist your mind to fit this place...
Your mind becomes more confused than ever.
Fight it, Alice. Battle your curiosity.
Those enemies of yours will cower easily... but you let them stir fear in your heart.
You do not know your own mind!
It is your own doing, your own fault... Your own life.
Is this what it is meant to be, Alice? Is this what you intended?...
Your efforts are squashed, ripped apart by your doctor.
He burns your memories, shatters your family...
Will you listen to his words, Alice?
Will you give in?...
But you are.
You are taking in his lies... corruptions...
If you listened more
Tales of Being Hit OnElsa recently reached the docks of the village she was supposed to arrive at: Berk. According to Hiccup, it was 12 days north of Hopeless and few degrees south of Freezing to death and currently located on the Meridian of Misery.Tales of Being Hit On9 months ago in Humor More Like This
Well, at least if I was still a miserable little mess, I could have run away here. This place understands me. Elsa lightly chuckled at her sudden dark humor.
But honestly, Elsa did think that Berk looked like a quiet, decent village. She knew that Berk had fishing, hunting, and a charming view of sunsets. But currently, she was rather interested in the domestication of animals. While she and Anna wanted something like a dog or cat, they never realized that dragons could be tamed as pets.
And right on cue, a pudgy brown dragon with very tiny wings hovered right in front of her. Elsa's bodyguard raised up his sword, but Elsa ordered him to stand down. Elsa noticed that the dragon, which she thought looked impossible to be aerodynamic, was looking at a r
Wolves in the FortWolves in the Fort.Wolves in the Fort1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Victor Wolcott has spent a lifetime killing. It’s who he is, it’s what he does. He is a doctor, blessed and cursed with a million ways to save a life or end it. He is a Templar soldier, at the front of the battle. He will do whatever he’s asked, whatever he needs to. Morals are applied loosely, if at all and it matters little to him, as long as he will ensure the victory of his brethren.
Yet today, as he’s holed up in the fortress on Rhodes Island that bears his name, a feeling of terror creeps over him. A hint of horror, slithering down his spine, ominous as the ravens that circle over the imposing structure of his hiding place. They foretell of things that lie ahead, terrible things, and even under the gentle spring sun, the world feels cold, as if a portal is opened to the world across the black abyss.
He can sense the presence of Death. Death, the faceless entity that has been a constant presence in his life, a constant companion t
Why I Write.I write for the silent oneWhy I Write.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one afraid to utter words
I write for black shrouds and sorrow
And funeral clothing
I write for the lost time
That slipped from a bottle
I write when I feel doubt
Washing down my throat in a torrent
I write for first love
For the red string tying hearts together
I write for fear of crashing planes
And of being lonely and forgotten
I write for teardrops staining pillowcases
At the stroke of a broken heart
I write for the past, present, and future
For horrid reality and rotten fiction
I write for suppressed fury
And for a resilient will to move forward
I write for paper cuts and razor blades
And subcutaneous scarring
I write for the inner demons that humans harbor
And for the occasional angel in the gutter
I write for that one rude comment
That nearly made me come undone
I write so that you’ll understand
My side of this meandering story
I write for you and my lover
And for the occasional stranger
I write for myself.
I hope you’ll understand now.
The Lone CourierAlone. As she looked around at the barren desert around her, with only brush and dirt to keep her company, she realized it then, more then ever before. She was entirely, completely alone.The Lone Courier3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
But it wasn't the solitary that sent a chill down her spine. She had always been alone. Now she was lost. Lost, without anyone around to help her or to tell her where the nearest town or clean water source could be found. At least in the Capital, there were signs to direct you, or buildings to sustain you. But here, there was nothing. She couldn't even see the top of the Lucky 38 on the horizon any longer.
Hoping for a better view then could be found behind her visor, she slipped off her helmet for the first time in days. Although she was glad to feel the cool air on her heated face, she still regretted it slightly, as she breath in the dust and radiation. But it didn't bother her too much. &
LOST MEShe laughs and runs a head of meLOST ME1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sure that I won’t catch on
I let her run a little ways
But quickly she was gone
Heart stopped-life in pause
Needing a replay
She can’t be gone
No way she’s gone
My mind was blown away
Panic started in my heart
And worked on out from there
Hands shaking, Blood rushing
Lungs clawing for air
I need to find her, I HAVE to find her
There is no time to waste
Every second dug in deeper
So quickly on I raced
I checked and double checked
My heart threatening to tear
A thought then came to hurry home
And see if she’d be there
Then I dashed back on home as quickly as I could
Cursing me for losing her
Not watching like I should
Crashing through the door I couldn't take any more stress
Eyes darting around
I spy the flash of her pink dress
Dropping everything I held
I leaned against the door
Emotions leaking from my eyes
I crumpled to the floor
As she came I hugged her close
And cried quite openly
I never thought by losing her
I’d be los
MemoriesIt’s funny how I will forgetMemories1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These things that haven’t happened yet.
Time goes on from days to years
Happy smiles, and bitter tears,
Memories of what’s to come,
A happy tune that I will hum
Friends that come and friends that go,
Sunshine rays and dull moon glow.
Warm embraces and shoves away,
What I think and what I say.
The building blocks that make up me,
Events and thoughts and what’s to be…
All these things, alive and dead,
From the heart, and in the head,
From the future and in the past,
Those memories…. May they last.
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
Dream MachineI wish there was a machine,Dream Machine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could turn any dream I wanted,
Because the world should preach fairness,
And rebellious attitudes.
So that children could learn justice,
I wish there was a machine,
That could make my dreams come true.
Because she deserves that job,
And he should go to school.
So that our eyes would be color blind,
And our ears,
Deaf to lies.
I think that when I sleep tonight,
And if I really, really tried,
I could dream a dream where the Dream Machine,
And in that little dream,
Its powers would be so strong,
That in the morning,
When I wake up,
The rain won't ever fall.
WordsHow hard is it to put words on paper? Not very.Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now to write words that
bring tears to people's eyes,
or start a rebellion.
A bit harder.
The QuietI can't stand the quiet it let's me think too well,The Quiet11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And reminds me too much of the past I cannot change.
Blueprintthe stars in magazinesBlueprint2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your Mind is Your OwnYou are my HeavenYour Mind is Your Own2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As well as my Hell.
You are my protector
As well as my persecutor.
As well as renew.
You make all different
When all are really the same.
You toy with such illusions.
You are the one, but you have diverged into two.
...Unless I choose to speak over you.