ProloguePrologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We live in a world untouched by others. Magic veils protect our fragile, unseen, world from those who wish to seek it. We call ourselves the gatewayway world. We are the anchor; release it, and the sea is yours.
If our world were to be discovered, many others would suffer. Our people work hard to ensure our safety and that of neighboring worlds. Strict rules have been applied and we follow them religiously. The Council oversees all matters. Political involvement is extremely important to us. We take great pride in it. It is this pride which may have blinded us. We thought our world to be unbreachable. We we wrong...
I Have Seen DragonsI Have Seen DragonsI Have Seen Dragons6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have seen dragons.
I’ve seen dragons composed of
Blood, and Ink, and Eternity.
I have witnessed them spiral through
Around its teeth it’s tightly compacted.
The body however hangs loose as a
Freelance inkwell dripping
Sloppy masterpieces across the back of Mars.
They curl low and brittle in a crater on the dark side of the Moon.
I have seen dragons.
I’ve seen dragons summoned out of
Clay, and Chalk, and Hubris.
I have borne witness to them clutch at
Crawling toward an ashen offering for food
And having breath that smelled of
Spoiled rainwater during summer
That festers with mosquitos.
They might die by their master’s lonely hands that seek destruction.
I have seen dragons.
I’ve seen dragons bequeathed to adulthood by
Song, and Weather, and Immortality.
I have noticed that the youthful ones are
In gemstones and betrayal over the slightest of
Friendly fire that sparks by dawn.
They in their folly lead armies
Un-like Coffee-Under age sexUn-like Coffee7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stunts your growth
Dance of SinThe music begins; a haunting melodyDance of Sin9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which pierces the heart, mind and soul
casting away all thoughts of innocence,
robbing me of my virtue,
and leaving me in the throes of sinners glory.
i dance, i twirl, i lavish the delights
caught in the passion of the darkest ardor
i revel in the throughs of the deepest love,
my heart becomes malevolent,
my eyes lose their warmth and shine,
glazing over with a cold brittle hate
i become a deviant.
the dance carries on, couples waltz and whirl
whilst my partner and i are caught in each others eyes,
we notice no others, only the darkest secrets
each other hides.
colours blend as we lose ourselves in the
glorious patterns of our unearthly
dance of sins.
The room spins gaily as the music begins to ebb
yet exhausted we continue on,
the final chords to the everlasting dance of sinners
drew to a maleficent close, the couples parted ways,
you and i remained close,
caught in the heights or our dark ardor,
and the innocent watched in envy
and the sinners rev
How to Design complex characters using core beliefHow to Design complex characters using core belief9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
A character is basically formed by three things: Personality, Beliefs, History
After designing the character's story and personality, what will help them stay in character is designing the layers of their core beliefs.
The key thing is, these core beliefs are never, ever spoken by the character themselves. They just behave in this belief like it's normal and not even think it's there.
Of course you can still choose to have them say it, they will just be a simpler open book type character. Or say it partially hiding its true statement, you can also use a character's core belief statement to make it a story statement if you see fit.
A core belief system is the thing that will make the character see the world around them differently from one another; thus making their judgement and decisions differently as well.
Everyone (real people) operates this way. Core belief can be formed as early as babies. So watch out of the kids.
After the first layer of core belief is formed, the
Today [Yandere!Rin Okumura x Reader]Today [Yandere!Rin Okumura x Reader]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rin Okumura was not a happy half-demon.
Don’t get him wrong, though. He was usually a bright and cheerful boy, and rarely one would find him anything other than positive. In fact, he had often been told he had one of the brightest smiles in the entirety of True Cross Academy.
However, today was an abnormality.
He was currently sulking in the corner of the camp he and his fellow exorcists-in-training had only moments ago set-up, deep blue eyes set upon his group of ‘friends’ in a deep scowl. His brother had assigned the cram school’s students to journey to the forest nearby the school, with the task of defeating a set number of demons as a surprise quiz.
Now, it wasn’t that the boy disliked the prospect of getting out of the classroom. In fact, he couldn’t be more relieved that Yukio had finally decided to assign them field work. No, the reason he was angrily swishing his tail behind him as he glared down his classmates was much simpler than that. At
SuicideSuicide5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
He never seen her tears run black
Tainted by leaking mascara - Dried
By compassionate words. "Why"
She asked. The painful question Balanced
in her trembling voice - With an empty glance
and empathetic sigh - His eyes pleaded
That she would not cry - He took her into
His arms - He took her pain - If only for a moment
A moment spent in vain. "I need to go"
His throat restricted to imprison the words -
The sound of her letting go was the most painful
Thing he had ever heard - His footsteps on the
Dull wooden floor began to fade as he made
His way down the hall to pack his things. Her
Whole world began to spin "I am nothing" She said.
"Nothing without him" She fell to her knees - She
Could no longer Suppress or suffocate the searing
Pain that burnt through her violated existence.
"There is no God.. No Heaven, There Is No Place For Me"
She spoke softly as she pressed the chamber of the
Gun to her temple - Her finger trembling against the
trigger - As she built the empty
Prejudice.Dear Writer,Prejudice.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found your article highly offensive, and highly prejudiced against things as simple and harmless as make-up and hair dye, which have been around as long as the Egyptians. I would ask you to take down this article immediately, but I don't suppose that your hubris would let you. So a few girls enjoy having wild hair. That doesn't mean we're moving towards a hunger games-like world! The very nature of the article speaks of the arrogance of the writer, and I do suppose that your work is 100% the true you, correct? Why do you, in the very same sentence as you tell girls to be happy with their self image, say something as degrading as you did about the way a girl dyes her hair? Why do you assume that you are so much better than Mrs Jane Doe? Arrogant. I do hope you awaken to your ignorance, your arrogance, and the mistakes made in this article sometime soon. You truly should go and read some Edgar Allen Poe, Roald Dahl, some kind of true classical writing. With true class. You
red fingernailsi am sitting in the roomred fingernails4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
next to the one
where we pretend my grandmother
mom says i'm old enough to go in
but i know
i'm not old enough to want to
so i sit here
on the floral patterned couch
and it's old
and almost comforting in that
but not quite
everything smells sick and fake
and cherry cough syrup
i don't want to be here
i'm not a kid
this whole event makes me feel
like sleeping with a nightlight
her fingernails are red
that's what my family says
they painted her fingernails red
and nobody likes it
but it upsets me
this little thing upsets me
someone should have asked
before they did that
she wouldn't have wanted red
later, people will apologize
over and over and over
like a broken record
spinning way too fast
throwing me off
and leaving me wondering
why i didn't spend more time with her
talk to her more
listen to more stories
and why nobody bothered to ask
before they painted her finge
If I blinkA blink ago I was sitting on the playgroundIf I blink3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My sunny red hair pulled into two little pigtails
With the ribbons I had begged my mother to tie into my hair
Because I didn't know how to tie a bow yet
A blink ago I was hiding behind my mother's leg
My first time experiencing something new
A brand new world, a school of new people
But it was then, when I peeked around her knee
When my big brown eyes caught sight of my first love
A blink ago I was on the playground again
When my first love told me that he liked me
I ran away screaming "Gross!"
Because I still believed boys had cooties
A blink ago
he held my hand for the first time
And a blink later
he kissed me cheek
A blink ago I was in a hallway
Trying not to be trampled by the giants around me
Suddenly aware I was nothing but a speck
Aware that everyone wasn't each other's best friend
A blink ago I walked the hall with my first boyfriend
Followed by the curses of the witches and dragons behind us
Gripping to that
Shounen Onmyouji Book 9 Ch11:1Gou Ookami shook himself and took and unsteady step forward on useless paws. His long black fur was gone. In its place, charred skin peeled away in strips, revealing raw red flesh. The illusion he had cast at the last minute had sapped away all his strength, but he had managed to escaped with his life. Somehow.Shounen Onmyouji Book 9 Ch11:15 years ago in Drama More Like This
Once out of the fray he had run hell for leather for the opposite shore, with nary a stray glance at the catastrophe behind him.
Now, miles away on a distant shore, his steps slowed as he sighed in relief.
His wounds were grievous, but with time, care, and nurturing, he would heal. At least he was alive.
All he had to do was to find a place to rest, a safe shelter, perhaps a crevice in some cliff....... or a den.....or a....
"That wont be possible, unfortunately...." Behind him as if reading his mind, a strange voice cut short his thoughts.
Gou Ookami instantly tensed, his heart skipped a beat as his breath hitched in his throat. Then, slowly and warily, he looked up
I Hate ListI Hate List4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I HATE PEOPLE THAT GET INSANE PUBLICITY BY BEING INSANELY NEGATIVE.
I hate pessimistic people.
I hate optimistic people.
I hate optimistic pessimists who "hope for the best but expect the worst"
I hate that the glass is both half full and half empty.
I hate this part right here.
I hate that you did not catch the song reference.
I hate that you just re-read the sixth line.
I hate that I even wrote the sixth line.
I hate the number six.
I hate that the words "I hate" are so cliche.
I hate socialists.
I hate dictators.
I hate socialistic dictators.
I hate ignorant people.
I hate ignorant people that elect socialist dictators.
I hate ignorant people that are "know it all's"
I hate "know it all's" that have nonsensical answers to everything.
I hate P30pL3 Th4t t4Lk lIk3 ThIs.
I HATE PEOPLE THAT TYPE IN ALL CAPS.
I hate smart people.
I hate smart people that lord their "vast knowledge" over you.
I hate that smart people don't realize that their "vast knowledge" is not all that "vast"
Deseo...Entre las sombras de la noche te busco.Como ladrón que acecha a su presa.Mientras mis ojos sibilinos desprenden pequeñas chispas.Me vuelvo gata,silenciosa...mi cuerpo ondula al andar.Mis movimientos son voluptuosos,lujuriosos,lascivos, al escuchar...tus pasos..Te acercas.Deseo...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La adrenalina empieza a subir,acelerar mi pulso,los latidos de mi corazón galopan dentro de mi pecho.El viento en mi piel eriza mi vello...siento una electricidad que se desparrama,fluye,ataca,desboca cada terminación nerviosa de mis células..produciendo un infinito placer,enturbia mi pensamientos.
Entro en un estado de placidez plena,mi inconsciente salta ...por encima de mi.
Nebulosas rodean todo mi ser..han llegado tus caricias...tus manos....tus dedos...tu piel.Así ,sin darte cuenta ,te robo.Me apodero de un tesoro dentro de ti,tu corazón.Te envuelvo en mi locura,voy dando forma a tus deseos.Me adentro en tus fantasías.Con un pequeño,sutil,delicado aliento recorro todo tu cuerpo.Me aspiras.Padeces "mono" y quiere
Never Happen to You - Part 4"'Go'?" Chell asked in disbelief. "You're kidding me, right? How the hell do you expect to get rid of me? Come on, Dave, think. Besides, I've known you since you were a toddler. I know you wouldn't hurt me." But she could feel nothing but coldness from him, and it rattled her. The innocent child she'd once known didn't seem to exist anymore.Never Happen to You - Part 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You're probably right," Dave admitted. "I don't know how to get rid of you. But I managed to contact my company before the computer started its goddamned experiment. Although I guess it was a blessing in disguise." He let out something that could pass for a sardonic laugh. "Who'd of thought that those standard-issue company microchips would actually be good for something?"
"Good?" Chell echoed. "You're happy about being in here?"
"Of course," he said. She could feel his cockiness, and she wondered if it would wind up being his undoing. After all, that was how it always worked in things like movies and video games, right? "You
Ni una sola palabra mas.Ni una sola palabra más,Ni una sola palabra mas.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
detén tu reloj en el tiempo,
e imagina un mundo
un mundo solo para dos,
tu y yo.
Imagíname entre tus brazos
pegada a ti,ser con ser.
Imagina tus labios,
bebiendo de mí.
Yo,te imaginare entre mis piernas,
saciándome de ti.
Imagina, solo unos segundos,
toda una vida empapado en mi.
Ni una sola palabra más...
solo tus cinco sentidos.
La vista para contemplarme,
El gusto para saborearme,
y romperme por dentro de placer.
El tacto para acariciarme,
hasta lo más profundo de mi ser.
El oído para escucharme
y pedirte..otra vez.
El olfato para quedarte,
del olor a MI.
Queen of the Clouds: An Enchanting PrologueQueen of the Clouds: An Enchanting Prologue2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This story begins, as most magical stories do, with Once Upon a Time....
There was a tiny baby girl born from the clouds. She was blessed by the queen of the cloud fairies, Queen Aolani, to be a princess. Every baby born of the clouds had a special calling. There were some called to be raised on planets in distant Solar Systems simply to teach the people there gentleness and kindness where worlds had given way to brutality. Others were born to build new clouds, and even though each were unique and had different jobs, the cloud children were all made of pure softness, and the essence of the cloud they were born from. And once every Thousand years The Queen of the fairies would find the brightest cloud and touch it with her fairy magic, instilling into the newborn leadership, and out of it would come a princess born to one day be the new Queen of the Clouds.
Every thousand years they worked in harmony.
Every thousand years nothing really changed.
Would this mi
Palabras desordenadas.Mil aromas de recuerdos,mil sabores en los labios en desacuerdo.Lágrimas que ya están secas y se pierden en el tiempo.Descubrir que todo es igual o parecido.Que todo se escribió de nuevo pero con sabor a viejo.Palabras que vuelven del pasado se revuelven y se acercan a lo escrito en breves momentos.Todo es un giro..a lo inesperado,todo es un giro de un comienzo ya terminado.Y te ves de nuevo recogiendo cristales,pedacitos de cielo que chocan sin apenas ruido porque ya antes lo habías escuchado.Hace mucho,mucho tiempo...cuando tus lágrimas mojadas rodaban en los brazos de la persona amada.Dejas ir ,dejas en el olvido aquello que pensabas un día,una noche...una vida entera beberla sin desgastarla.Hoy todo es distinto,hoy todo cambia,ya no te vale nada.Solamente vale lo que él dejó ,quemando tu alma.Cenizas apagadas..sopla con fuerza...quizás todo así se vaya.Levántate mañana,ponte de nuevo tu coraza,cierrPalabras desordenadas.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lagrimas calladas.La noche es fría,gélida.Miro a través de las persianas de la ventana.El brillo de la luces de la ciudad se ve empañado.Llueve...gotas de agua sobre el cristal que resbalan .La lluvia que tanto te gusta en los cristales,en estas noches frías.Te acurrucabas en mis brazos,buscando el calor de mi cuerpo.Lagrimas calladas.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Al igual que la lluvia, mis lágrimas se deslizan por mis mejillas.Mis ojos se anegan una y otra vez,más callo.No quiero que oigas mi llanto,no quiero despertarte ,que veas mi desconsuelo.La mascara debe seguir sobre mi rostro.Creo que por muy poco tiempo ya....
En mis manos una cajita de cartón plastificado,llena de colores suaves-suaves como tú-
La abro,guarda fotografías desgastadas por tus dedos,por tu mirada.Un anillo-el que te regalé cuando te confesé que te quería-Ahora a tus dedos no le sirven,es grande-.Una servilleta de bar.Tus labios están marcados en ella-la copia de un beso m
DespiertameEn el lecho de mi camaDespiertame2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
por debajo de la tela
el aliento de tu boca
tu perfume aún lo exhalo
esnifando cada gota derramada.
En un suspiro de tiempo
las cortinas de los ojos
Las palomas de tus manos
Surcan la cumbres,
tocan con sus alas
los picos rosados
de mi piel nevada.
Y los besos de tu labios
el valle de mis caderas,
las siembran de anhelo...
de ansias enajenadas.
La humedad de mi deseo
Como sombras de la noche
nos movemos en las sábanas,
arrugando ,deshelando nuestra cama...
Si algún día vuelves,despiertame...
porque me dormí..,
soñaba que aún estabas.
Legend of the Patchwork HeartThe Legend of the Patchwork HeartLegend of the Patchwork Heart5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long ago when Lady Victorian first met Henry she was madly in love with a young mortal boy. His name was Prince Gareth. She loved the young dashing man with all her heart and sold her loyalty to him. Gareth promised Lady Victorian he would love her forever and never leave her and for it Lady Victorian promised him immortality. When years passed and Lady Victorian failed to give him immortality the young Prince became more and more wrestles. He grew tired of his loves constant companion Sir Henry her odd friend and he grew tired of the fact his Lady preferred to write her poems then sleep with him.
Then one faithful night Lady Victorian thought she would surprise her charming prince and meet him in his room in the darkness and show him just how much she did love him. She had planed that on this night she was to finally give him immortality and take her back to her world where the gods had tethered her, the place she had spent so long alone with Henry. T
Tu que lees...Tu que lees...Tu que lees...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gota a gota como lágrimas que se extienden
linea a linea como fina melodía
verso a verso a través del tiempo
dejando pasar los minutos
recorriendo las horas,
nace una historia,una fantasía ,una canción.
Y la página en blanco toma su forma,
te transporta a su mundo
hace vivir a través de su letras,
Volar,mientras que lees..llorar mientras recuerdas
reír si te hace feliz...si lo viviste alguna vez.
¿Cual es la historia que embelesado lees?
¿Que sentía el escritor?...que a su mundo te llevó.
¿Como eran su ojos?¿Sus manos?
¿Era tal vez,una persona con experiencia,entrada en años...?
¿...o simplemente un alma joven que derrama su ilusión?
Solo lees,sin más ,letras, lineas ,una historia,un verso
una canción,aferrando,agarrando su fantasía para ti...
Isabo-capitulo 2Manuel esperaba, ya hacia un cuarto de hora, en la barra del “Palacete”. Saboreaba una cerveza, el vino no era una de sus bebidas preferidas, aceptaba una copa si era necesario. El trabajo había hecho que se acostumbrara a conversar en ciertas ocasiones con una copa de vino, sobre todo si la persona con la que compartía conversación le atraía. Más allá de esto no le agradaba.Mantenía como norma ser puntual en los negocios,hoy en particular no era una norma, era un deseo un tanto insólito para él.Isabo-capitulo 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Le resultaba enojoso aceptar que abiertamente Isabo le produjese esa incertidumbre, cuando alguien te despierta el apetito libidinoso, los deseos de sentir su cuerpo sometido ante él. Tenía 29 años, pericia no le faltaba con las mujeres, a nivel emocional y en la cama. Era sabedor de su atractivo. Que podía obtener una mujer bella, un cuerpo hermoso. Isabo,en la foto no la consideró ese arquetipo de mujer, más bien una mujer normal, dentro de su propios cánones de belleza. De igua