ProloguePrologue2 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...
Dance of SinThe music begins; a haunting melodyDance of Sin8 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
SuicideSuicide4 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
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 Ch11:14 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 List3 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"
Prejudice.Dear Writer,Prejudice.1 year 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
Czech history - for OC makersCzech history - for OC makers3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Well Hello there. I'm Hoples and those two are Female and Male Czech representation for Hetalia. As you can see there is lot of difference. Mostly in their posture. Do you care about my explaining? You should if you want to understand WHY!
Basically Czech nation is known for being feminist orientated. I must agree. There are lot of tales about strong and famous women in history. For example:
Lady Libue: First fuller of Czech tribe. Daughter of Grandfather Czech who led according legends Czech tribe in their land. She and her sisters (she had 2 of them) were known for having magical abilities. Libue herself led Czech tribe for long time (then she married). After her death all women in Czech lands rebelled against men and almost won.
Last descendant of legendary Lady was woman too. Queen Elika Přemyslovna. Last of original Bohemian Ruler dynasty.
As you see there is lot of famous Czech ladies even now. Lot of Czech models have married famous men and so on. F
If I blinkA blink ago I was sitting on the playgroundIf I blink2 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
Germany x daughter readerLooking out the window you hope to see your dad's car pull into the drive way, but it doesn't. The only car in the drive way is that of your aunts.Germany x daughter reader4 months ago in Drama More Like This
You see your dad who is Ludwig Bailschmits has been in war for the past five years. Leaving you with you aunt, you get to talk to him on the phone every once in a while. Besides that you have to write notes to him.
When your dad left for war you were four and now you are nine, and he doesn't know what you look like. Your aunt never lets you send pictures of your self to him. Once you almost got one past her, but she found it. When you asked her what you couldn't she just said, "Because." And left it at that.
"Why can't you come back?" You mumble as you look out the window still.
This whole thing might be better if you had a mom, but she passed away when you were two from cancer. It's like life really didn't want you to have parents.
"(name) time for school." Your aunt calls. With a sigh you pull on a shirt and jeans. Running down the stairs
Traditional art related articles - FeaturedTraditional art related articles - Featured9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Victoria and the Tickle Bandit A typical American town has a not so typical legend that haunts it. Not just any spirit though, this is the mysterious case of the foot bandit! The foot bandit is a well known legend in this town. Rumor has in in the late 19th century, a crazed maniac went through the town making every desire to play with female feet. Some say he was eventually caught by the authorities, that is if you don't believe the tale. There are others who say that the local authorities tried to catch him, but he threw himself into a nearby river and drowned. It is also rumored that his spirit still haunts the town to this day, looking for the feet of unsuspecting females to play with. Locals have passed this story down for generations and believed the mystery of this fiendish bandit, then there are your occasionally outsiders, like Victoria. Victoria was new in town and even though she was new, she made a few friends easily. Everything was fine till it started toVictoria and the Tickle Bandit1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
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...2 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
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.2 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
Queen of the Clouds: An Enchanting PrologueQueen of the Clouds: An Enchanting Prologue8 months 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.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shel SilversteinI could have been friends with Henry MooreShel Silverstein6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I visited near his studio and garden once
We might have had tea
I could have helped Ziolkowski with his Crazy Horse
All I needed to do was show up in the Black Hills
All I needed to do was put my hand out
Just be human, be honest
We three, Moore, Ziolkowski and I could have been compadres
We could have talked about women and monumental sculpture
The Dalai Lama could be my compadre
The Buddha would smile on the two of us
We would sit out in front of Five Brothers
And drink Cuban coffee and laugh
His Holiness loves to laugh
But Shel, this presumption
My one-sided dialogue
It has been in my head since you died
We didn't meet, but this is where we would be friends
Key West, our town
You and I would talk about politics and pirates
We would joke about conch royalty and cuss
You would be shirtless and grinning
I would be happy you were my friend
Ni una sola palabra mas.Ni una sola palabra más,Ni una sola palabra mas.1 year 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.
Amigas de nuevoTierra,soledad...niebla,agua que cae.Mi camisa está mojada,mis manos sucias.Tienen tierra.Las miro,así ,sin pensar a penas en nada.Las limpio en los pantalones,manchados por el barro.Amigas de nuevo11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Escucho las hojas de los arboles crujir.Es un sonido casi,casi imperceptible .Me vuelvo.Entre la niebla aparece alguien,alguien a quien recuerdo y que tenía olvidado.Hace tanto,tanto tiempo....
Bajo la mirada,no quiero verla.Sé que la necesito,pero no quiero verla...
Me habla...como si nunca se hubiera ido,suave tranquila,relajada.Su voz tan inquietante y tan seductora a la vez.
-¿Como estas?me llamastes y aquí estoy.
-No te llamé,yo no te llamé..fue él.
Le señalo un pequeño montículo de tierra-Mi mano se extiende temblorosa- en medio de la nada.
-¿Quien es?,¿que hicistes?
-Yo nada,no hice nada y lo hice todo.Murió,solo murió.Vine a enterrarlo.
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 211 months 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
Cartas acurrucadasCartas doradasCartas acurrucadas8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
acurrucadas en un cajón
del fondo de un corazón.
Viento del sur
el frescor de tus labios
la brisa fresca de tu sonrisa.
Principio de un poema
surco de sentimientos
que arañan el alma.
Dibujando un laberinto
desentrañado a fuerza de latidos
un color,un sabor,un aroma...
Una rosa para mi rosa,
una lágrima para mi amor
Un vacío en la noche
una luz que no se apagó.
Un dolor que no termina,
dejándome en la desesperación.
Me clava en el suelo,
no quiero enterrar este amor....
Locura cruel y dulce
aquella que me lleva a ti
esperando la cordura
para poder cumplir mi locura...
llegará y te alcanzaré.
Amar por amar
sentados en borde de la luna
Ahí colgados del cielo
creando estrellas y comet
DespiertameEn el lecho de mi camaDespiertame1 year 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.