Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
Character Sheet - Viorel~CHARACTER~Character Sheet - Viorel5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Character's Full Name: Viorel Neko
Reason or Meaning of Name: Viorel's father chose his name at birth, and the name means "bluebell." Viorel's father (Mordecai) did not choose the name for this reason (and probably does not know this fact).
Reason for Nickname: He doesn't have one because he is royalty, and would probably get angry if you came up with one for him (then kill you, people in power like doing that).
Birth Date: April 24th
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Body Type/Build: Slim and slender, and tall.
Skin Tone: Pale
Shape of Face: Heart shape.
Ears: Cat ears, as he is a Neko.
Eye Color: Dark, dark brown.
Hair Color: Black
Hairstyle: It's not quite messy, not quite neat. Shorter than longer.
Distinguishing Marks: None to speak of unless his ears count. They really don't as his people are also Nekos, but if he travels somewhere where Nekos are a major minority they would be
Play By The RulesDistractions, distractions, and what do we seek?Play By The Rules1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A world that is grim, and whole heatedly bleak.
We'll look at the pretty and forget the rest,
warmly nuzzled into mothers breasts.
The trick of the eye, a toy of a mind.
Do as they command you,
Else they condemn and damn you.
This fricassee of humanity,
leaves me caught in this insanity
Denounce the soul to build the mind
Is this truths fabric that we wind?
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
Shaydefire--1.1Shaydefire--1.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Smoke and fire ate the air, hungry for flesh and power to expand and burn. The forest was losing to the steel and flame of soldiers. Horses of black skin and ebony armour cried out and stamped their hooves, crushing the dead and wounded men beneath them. Dark flashes darted from tree to tree and away from the agonic screams that seeped into the wood and would lay to rest in it’s grain.
The eyes of a terrified soldier closed for the last time as a dark and poisoned blade was pushed through his chest and into the ground beneath him. He wore a long white beard and bushy grey eyebrows. His height only just reached the underbelly of the average horse. Painted on his shield was a great white bear displaying it’s fangs to the enemy, who withdrew the sword without remorse, and moved on to other victims.
One who carried a morning star swung it such to collide with the mask of an enemy, a tall, black and red armoured figure, whilst an ally ran past with an outstretched short sword, d
we are who we areWe think about whats wrong and rightwe are who we are2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We think about what other people think and say
We think about others more than ourselves
But why not reverse it?
Don't think about whats right or wrong
Don't think about what other people think and say
Start thinking about yourself
Do whatever makes YOU happy
Do whatever the hell you want
John's Children, a SPN Fanfic, Chapter 3Dean let Scarlette and Kevin out of the kitchen. “Are you really a hunter?” he asked her.John's Children, a SPN Fanfic, Chapter 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Scarlette flicked a glance at Sam who had shrugged.
“Are we going to go through the same ground again?” Scarlette replied.
“No,” Dean said and then relented. “Not exactly.”
“Then what exactly?” she asked. “I’ve been hunting since my mom passed away in Chicago seven years ago. I know what I’m talking about, Dean.”
“It’s just you know about angels, but how?” he asked. “It has to be before this mess.”
“Since they came down to stop the Apocalypse or not in two thousand eight,” Scarlette answered Dean’s question. “I knew this angel, Ezekiel; we hunted together after you guys averted the Apocalypse.”
“Really?” Dean said. “Ezekiel?”
Scarlette gave him a beady eye. “What is he to you?” she asked curiously.
Wedding Problem, a Smallville FanficLois Lane and Chloe Sullivan met at the Kent Farm to talk about Lois's upcoming wedding to Clark Kent.Wedding Problem, a Smallville Fanfic2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Lois had a stack of wedding magazines sitting right next to her while flipping through one when her cousin, Chloe, walked in the door. "You ready to dig in?" Lois asked.
"Yes," Chloe replied.
At the curt answer, Lois looked at her. "Everything okay, Chlo?" she asked.
Chloe sighed, walked to the table, and picked up a magazine to look through it. "Oliver's go this idea to that you asked me just because Clark had already asked him to be his best man," Chloe replied.
"Please," Lois replied with some heat. "Ollie likes to see things in conspiracy, but with this-with us, he's way off base." She sat up in the chair she was in. "First of all, you're my cousin, so you were my first thought because there was no way I was going to go with my other two options."
"Tess and Dinah?" Chloe asked.
"Let's just say I'm glad that you showed up when you did," Lois replied.
"That's what I thought," Chloe
Brother's Grief, a SPN FanficSam sat on the bed that was next to his brother's bed. He looked over and saw that Dean was still sleeping soundly. He couldn't think of a time since their father's death when his brother slept that well.Brother's Grief, a SPN Fanfic2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He doesn't know that I know how much our father's death weighs on him, Sam thought. He knew all to well, and he also knows his father. Sam knew in his heart that their father didn't want to bury his child. Like that old saying goes "no parent should have to bury a child."
Sam has had trouble trying to convince his brother that it wasn't his fault that their dad was dead and that he didn't think it either. He's said so in so many different words that he was starting to repeat himself, and that was getting annoying. He doesn't know what will work anymore.
"I just have to keep trying," Sam muttered to himself, "until he gets it into his hard head that Dad's death wasn't his fault."
Sam knew that the only thing they had was speculation on how their father died and nothing else. That weigh
Unwinding the Fear, a OTH FanficPeyton cowered in Lucas' room. She was still scared that Derek, the fake one, might get to her again when Lucas wasn't around.Unwinding the Fear, a OTH Fanfic2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Lucas looked over and sighed. He knew that she's been like that since he brought her over last night. "Peyton," he sighed. "You can't keep hiding like this."
Peyton shrugged. "I should've listened to you," she said.
"And you shouldn't keep blaming yourself for what happened," Lucas said. "It wasn't your fault."
"I'm the one that put up those pod casts, pictures," Peyton countered.
"How were you supposed to know that a stalker lusted after you?" Lucas asked counter her answer. "You weren't!" Lucas walked to her and put his arms around her.
"I'm scared, Lucas," Peyton replied relishing the feeling of Lucas' arms around her. "I just wish this was a nightmare that I can wake up from and everything is going to be okay."
"I know," Lucas said as he let her ramble. "I know, Peyton."
"I just wish they'd catch him already so all of this can be over, and I can move on wit
Lost His Best Part, a Grey's Anatomy FicletHe couldn't believe he just watched the love of his life die. All he could do was hold her hand and tell her all the things he had wanted to do with her. He knew and that she knew that with her injuries she wouldn't make it.Lost His Best Part, a Grey's Anatomy Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
But it wasn't enough. It will never be enough. He had wanted all those things with her, but life wasn't inclined to give him nor her those things.
He looked over at his best friend, his best friend's wife, and her best friend, and then he looked up at the mother of his child's wife. She had ordered him to think of their daughter and not to leave her or them. He knew he could because he had just the love of his life, but they would all have to see where life takes them next. He has to see where life takes him next after losing his best part.
Emma's Neal, a OUaT Fanfic"Emma, I love you," Neal muttered.Emma's Neal, a OUaT Fanfic2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Philip, Mulan, and Aurora looked at one another.
"Did he say..." Aurora said.
"Emma?" Mulan finished.
"Could he be talking about the same Emma that the two of you have been talking about?" Philip asked his companions when he looked over at them.
"Possibly," Aurora told her true love.
"We should get him back to camp," Mulan replied.
"Yes, alright," Philip agreed.
"Philip, wait," Aurora said. "I need to tend to his wounds first."
"Okay," he said and then stopped.
"Mulan, help Philip turn him over," Aurora ordered.
Mulan with Philip's help turned Neal over. "He's really bleeding badly," Philip said.
"Yes, I know," Aurora said. "But he won't for long if I have anything to say about it." She got to his wound right away. Working as diligently as quickly as she can. "Wait. There's something buried inside of him."
"Aurora, is that smart?" Mulan asked.
"If I'm not going to do it," Aurora said, "who will?" She looked over at Mulan.
Mulan nodded and didn't say a
Gettting into the Spirit, a OUaT FicletGraham walked into the station carrying a mini tree and some lights for said tree and a shopping bag. He also had a Christmas gift for Emma in his jacket pocket, but he figured that would be best left with the tree at the apartment she shared with Mary Margaret or Snow White. Even though the curse was broken, it was going to take a while for him to call her Snow and call David Charming which they had vehemently demanded of him. Snow more so than Charming.Gettting into the Spirit, a OUaT Ficlet2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Emma looked over from her desk when she heard someone enter from the hall. She gave him a look. "The apartment's already decorated," she told him.
"I know," Graham replied. "But I think the station needs some decorating too. Besides Snow and Charming did most of the decorating at your apartment." He sat tree and the lights down and then walked to Emma. "We have something to celebrate this year."
"All I did was a break a curse," Emma replied. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She asked that question before, and he always evaded. This time thou
Specualtions on the Harpers, a BaS FicletI, Nora Holden-Walker, looked at the papers that had been just given to me by Rebecca Harper, the young woman I love like a daughter and the young woman that makes my youngest son happy. I wondered why Holly Harper, Rebecca's mother, just opened up and given Rebecca her trust when Rebecca would've only had to wait three more years for it. I doubt it would've mattered because Rebecca, in either case, still would've given it to me.Specualtions on the Harpers, a BaS Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I meant what I told Rebecca. The money was hers, but I would hold on to it for her anyway.
I wondered how and why this all came about. I knew Rebecca didn't want anything to do with her mother. I knew to Rebecca that meant cutting off all ties and that meant not accepting the money.
But I also knew Holly enough to know that money would be something to hold over Rebecca's head. That would be something that Rebecca wouldn't enjoy because Rebecca, too, also knew her mother well.
I wondered if Holly knew that Rebecca had handed over the money to me.
I tapped my fi
In Heaven, a CSI:Miami Ficlet"How did you know I was gonna be here, H?"In Heaven, a CSI:Miami Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Where else would you be, Walter?"
"That's right. We're always here for each other," he heard Eric say.
"I'm on Walter's team, 'cause frankly, uh, Calleigh and I bet money on this, and I want to throw the game," Ryan replied.
In the clouds of Heaven, Jesse heard his friends and co-worker talking while they were on the beach. He was sitting on a cloud while watching all of them play the game that he and Walter were supposed to play at that time and place.
Jesse had been told that this would've been that this was their time to grieve and accept his death. The five stages of grief, he was told. He knew that his body was being shipped to his mother; the way it should be. He was okay with that if Horatio had made that possible. His heart, though, was here, and he'd watch Florida more than California.
Jesse had watched through the whole day the way his co-workers had worked to solve his murder, and he would be eternal grateful because he knew
CaptiveI want you to be with meCaptive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and make you my prisoner,
I want to bite your lips
and drink the ecstasy of your passion.
I want to tame your impulses
and caress your soul
with my passion
traversing the distance.
I want to get into your mind
and satisfy your desires
I want to soak your fire
and merge us in unison.
I want to stare at you
and find out what's in your eyes
separating your body from your soul.
I wanna make you my slave
and you live tied to me
tTo this passion I feel
and does burn my existence.
I want to fill you on verses
they hatch from inside me
that linked with my soul
they'll rhyme in your heart
take this fever that comes over me
and makes me captive
that even if I want you to be dominate
I ended up being your slave.
Keeping in Contact, a NCIS FicletTony DiNozzo walked into his apartment. Everything had been replaced since the attack on him a few months ago. Everything looked good as new practically. Everything was back to normal.Keeping in Contact, a NCIS Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
At least almost everything, Tony thought. She wasn’t part of the team any longer, and oh, how he wished that she was.
Speaking of which, Tony went to his computer and turned it on. He went to his internet browser to check his mail. He hoped she had sent him something.
There it was. She had sent him something. Tony knew he could count on Ziva David to remember. He rubbed his hands together and then opened the e-mail.
Ziva was telling him of the things she was doing. She told him that both the Director of Mossad and the Director of NCIS asked her to come back.
Even though it was in the e-mail, Ziva didn’t have to tell Tony that she had no intention to do anything until she was ready.
Tony could tell that Ziva missed him, Gibbs, McGee, Abby, Ducky, and Palmer, but he respected her space and didn
Looking Over Him, a SPN FicletCastiel walked away from the bunker wondering what secret Dean was keeping from him and apparently from Sam. They were practically brothers: him, Sam, Dean, and Kevin, and that’s how he knows there’s a secret involved. He just wished he knew what it was and wondered if he could help in anyway.Looking Over Him, a SPN Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Castiel didn’t have any place else to go, and he knew with a twinge of sorrow in his heart if Meg was still among the living he would have been able to count on her as well.
God, Castiel thought with a hint of irony, how he missed her. Her sarcasm and spunkiness and everything else that just made her who she was. It wasn’t just her personality. He missed everything about her. Her smile, her eyes, everything.
Castiel looked up at the sky, for all he knew all the good she had done, she would have gone to Heaven. He knew that is where she had to be and that she was looking down upon him.
Castiel knew that Meg would be looking over him as if she were really here with him. Out
Enemies and Allies, a TVD Ficlet“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Elena Gilbert said.Enemies and Allies, a TVD Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Damon Salvatore looked over at his girlfriend. “Apparently not,” he replied. “Doesn’t it figure that she would have vampire blood in her system?”
Elena and Damon looked over at Silas who was still healing after drinking Katherine Pierce’s blood. “How will it affect him that Katherine had vampire blood in her system?” Elena wondered out loud.
Damon looked back over at Elena. “We’ll see, won’t we?” Damon replied.
“It’s really screwed up, isn’t it?” Elena asked.
“What’s screwed up?” Damon asked as he quickly formulated a plan in his head without telling Elena. He figured she would figure out what he was doing soon enough. He then dragged a chair over for Katherine, so he could tie her up before she became fully awake.
“Who are and were our enemies and who are and were our allies,” Elena said.
Not Partners nor Adversaries, an Arrow FicletOliver Queen walked down the hospital corridor with Sara Lance in tow.Not Partners nor Adversaries, an Arrow Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sara stopped him in the middle of the hallway. “You really think letting my family know I’m alive is going to mean anything?” she asked him when looked over at him.
“I do, Sara,” Oliver told her. He looked around just then and noticed that medical personnel and visitors were either taking care of patients or visiting patients.
Sara had done the same. She noticed, like Oliver, she noted, nobody was paying attention to her and Oliver, and they definitely weren’t paying attention to what they were saying.
“I won’t say anything, Sara,” he told her. “It’ll be up to you to do that; not me, but if it means you being in their lives again, I won’t be surprised they don’t talk to me.” He sighed. “I told them I saw you drown, Sara.”
“Thank you, Oliver,” Sara said, “for your promise.”
“But in the meantim
Killian's Decision, a OUaT FicletCaptain Killian “Hook” Jones stared after the direction Peter Pan went off to. He knew that boy-the leader of the Lost Boys. He worked with him before, and he knew how malicious Peter could and can be.Killian's Decision, a OUaT Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Killian remembered that Peter liked to play games, and there’s no doubt there would horrible consequences. He didn’t have to speculate what kind of consequences there would be. He already knew.
Killian didn’t know if he should tell Emma that Neal was still alive let alone the fact that he was here in Neverland. If he knew Peter, there would be consequences about whether or not he should tell Emma about Neal. If he knew Peter, he would set it up so Emma could only save one.
Killian knew that decision would destroy who and what she is, so he suppose for the time being, he should keep quiet until it was time to tell her. He just hoped that he would tell her before Peter had a chance to tell Emma he’s been keeping the fact that Neal’s alive to himsel
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 nuevo2 years 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.
My Heart BelongsThrough golden fields we runMy Heart Belongs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
past times of summer moment
within grasp of heart's so young
to you my heart belongs
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