Mist After the StormHe stretched out contentedly on the huge bed he and his friends were sharing, feeling warm and happy. The blankets were so lush and cozy; he couldnt even remember the last time he had slept in a real bed, let alone one as comfortable as this one.Mist After the Storm7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The boy buried himself further under the blankets, sighing. This was wonderful, pure bliss; a bed to sleep in, a warm meal in his stomach, and no worries about the war. He had no need to worry anymore, since he had ended it just a few weeks prior. His friends had taken him here, and they had been waiting until he was well enough to leave.
So what happened now?
He groaned slightly, not wanting to have to deal with this now. He was far too warm, his belly far too full, his mind much too sleepy
Truthfully, the question had presented itself in his mind several times, but he had never thought about it. Where would the others go? Would they want to go home? Would they leave him forever and never come back..?
No, they wouldnt do tha
Flowers And Nothing MoreThe road seemed to dip down, causing small gathering of puddles to become more frequent during the cold month of December. Rain was common during this time of year, as Christmas edged closer. Snow seemed to become not existent, for a reason that was unknown to the citizens of South Korea. The first snow hadn't come, hadn't showed off the beauty of falling perfectly onto the wet sidewalks, or gathering onto the front lawns of families. And because of the lack of snow, it didn't seem like winter to Lee Taemin.Flowers And Nothing More4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every Christmas he enjoyed the first snow from behind the glass windows of his family's quiet flower shop. It didn't matter how many times he had done this ritual, he was always amazed how the world seemed to stop for those few hours to watch the falling snow. The flower stand that stood outside the shop would gather snow softly. The flowers' stems would freeze, crystals forming around the flowers' beautiful structure. The colorful petals would shine under rain drops and snow, look
The Aspect Of A Social Butterfly 1There was a time when he was the Social Butterfly. When all he did was jump from group to group, flaunting off his appealing characteristics. There was a time when he didn't care about being judged. But all that changed with one whisper of a word, that one word caused him to retreat back into his cave. His cave that he had once escaped from long ago. Now, years later his once title has left him with nothing. Nothing but a cloud of self-doubt.The Aspect Of A Social Butterfly 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was his early teen years discover how ugly people could be when they filled with the emotion of jealousy. He never gave himself much thought. The boy was popular with everyone, with boys and girls, with all types of people; he could easily put himself into their shoes and feel empathic to them. He knew their troubles, and what they hated just by a quick glance at the person. With this skill he knew everyone, he could easily mend himself to fir their personality. He never thought it would be a bad thing, until others grew jealous of his personal
JongKey - beauty of Autumn Ch. 1A warm but hard wind swirled around two high school boys wrapped in their brown furry jackets. It wasn't because it was cold they were wrapped like that in their heat providing jackets, no, it was out of habit and manner. Leaving ones house without a jacket was like having a sign on ones back, telling everybody how poor one was, and being thought bad of was not something you wished for. Not in this town, not in the neighbor town, not in any town, city, country or even village. People everywhere needed respect, craved it even. What would they be without it? Mere soulless zombies without purpose? Without meaning in their life? No.JongKey - beauty of Autumn Ch. 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even though most people thought this, that wasn't why the two boys wore their jackets, even though it was as warm as it was. It wasn't because they thought of the respect, no, it was more because of their parent who had taught them to wear jackets when they went out.
The warmth was a peculiar thing. Not the warmth in itself, but the warmth in
Hello? Hello! .:Chp 1:.:We met in a SHINee world:.I slowly moved up and down between the rows before locating myself in the back, next to a window.Hello? Hello! .:Chp 1:.:We met in a SHINee world:.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My phone! I scrambled through my bag. Gone. Panicking I began to rush up and down to find a group of young men, by their looks, eye shape, and style; they must be Korean. In a chorus almost instinctively, they sang. "Hello, Hello," completely in turn with the words. My body began to tense up, more and more as they sung. 'Could it really be them?' I thought, "Could it?" The one with light brown hair, diva style and attitude, and adorable cheeks kindly said "Hello!" His English really surprised me, it was good but had that slight Korean accent that made my heart flutter. The youngest looking one with a sweet face said something to the others at an unthinkable speed in Korean, I only caught "미인아" (Miin-a/Beautiful Girl). That caused me to turn a little pink. "Umm " I looked around at the others than back to the English-spe
ExhaustedTitle: ExhaustedExhausted3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I own it, okay? Well, just the plot. Thanks everybody for making me feel welcomed on DA!
Summary: Korra was giving 110% of her effort to everything, but sometimes she just needs a break.
Training was going to be the death of her.
She was up at sunrise to train with Tenzin, well more or less get knocked around by the spinning gates, until both of them lost their patience. They would meditate for what seemed like days under the gazebo looking at the ocean and she would day dream.
By lunch time Pema would order them to each lunch and the children would ask her a million and one questions about everything before she would leave to Probending practice. Practice would consist of dodging, diving and dishing out things thrown at her. She would throw water around and get told how to control her element by a fire bender, setting her off on a ra
OpportunityThe music falls,Opportunity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the eyes of blinded men,
is blinked away,
and never heard again.
Stay - MakorraStayStay - Makorra3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Mako shifted in his bed uncomfortably, kicking his thick blanket off a small portion of his lightly-clothed body, quickly regretting it afterwards as the cold, unforgiving air of the tundra nipped at his pale skin and filtered through the fabric of his clothing. He had been living in the South Pole for two months, and he still hadn't adjusted to the temperature of the place. At night, when the moon was high in the sky, he was usually at his coldest and so easily dressed in his thickest garments and retired to bed with his heavy blanket tucked around him. But as the night progressed into morning and the sun began to rise, his Firebending became more active and he heated up quickly, causing him to periodically dispose of different clothes each hour until he was left wearing virtually nothing, a sheet or something hanging loosely over his frame. But then he would wake in the morning and regret removing his clothes because despite how overheated he was during dawn, it was s
The Masquerade +FINISHED+The Masquerade +FINISHED+2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night looked breathless behind Republic City’s skyline. It was the ‘Night of the Spirits’ where people all over Republic City dressed their best and respect the spirits with celebration with family and close friends. That night, at City Hall, there was a big gathering scheduled where about everyone was invited. Word was that there was to be music, food, dancing, and a rumored special guest who is planned to speak sometime during the event.
“Ok men.” Chief of Republic City Police, Lin Beifong said as she walked back and forth in front of six officers, all wearing black suits. “I have picked you all personally because of background and experience in cases like these. At tonight’s ‘Night of the Spirits’ masquerade ball, there is a very important guest that will be visiting to speak. I need you six to keep an eye out for any threats that might harm or put all of the people in attendance in danger. Understood?
Winter KissChilled to the coreWinter Kiss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Winter frost on frozen lips
Released with a softening kiss
Fire blooms inward
Icy heart thawed
look up, why don't youyou believe in what you cannot see,look up, why don't you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but fail to believe in what's right
f r o n t
what a pity.
oceanYou were full of the oceanocean4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But I've never known the sea
I could stare forever
At what I will never be
I wish I was the sky
So clear and bright
But I never thought
I would be the night
If this life mattered
If I could care
I almost wish
I hadn't been there
You were the air
Fueling my fire
But one day soon
I'll end desire
Inanimate objectsThere was a time,Inanimate objects5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
that I wished that I could touch you
if only I could reach out
across the void of time and space
and embrace you
or just look into your eyes
then I could survive the torture
of our love
the torture of loving
one so far away
yet still so close
that I could feel your presence
as the warmth of the sun
I could smell you
as each breath was drawn into my lungs
I could taste you
as the air moved across my tongue.
You were with me in spirit
As I also stood by you
our hearts touching
our souls uniting
how I longed for you
as I cried silent tears
wondering if I will ever quench my desire
my desire to see you, touch you, feel you...
I thought I would die from the torture of our love
How envious I was of the towel
that you reached for after your shower.
How tormented I was,
wishing I were
the inanimate objects of your daily life...
Deja vuDeja vu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raindrops hit my window
like the stones you used to throw.
Waking me each morning.
Waking me each night.
Fangirls (Link x Reader)Fangirls (Link x Reader)10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“We’re here, _____!”
As you heard your mom mumble a few words while trying to find a place to park the car, you glanced out the window and instantly stared at the expensive building in your view. Extremely large posters that displayed numerous pictures of the Zelda panel hung off the sides of the roof as many people entered the place.
Today wasn’t really considered a “regular” day for you; it was actually quite an exciting one. Much to your surprise, a large convention nearby was getting wildly popular because they managed to get the Zelda panel to be their main event for one of the days. The team was busy all the time because they were traveling from one place to another, their schedule full almost always. Reason being, the panel was actually Link, Ganondorf, and Princess Zelda from Hyrule Warriors, with the exception of a special appearance by Toon Link from The Wind Waker. It was ultimately the most-requested at
The Poem Without a NameWhat if leaves watch as people fall,The Poem Without a Name3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or paintings stare at them from the wall
While music,silently,listens to us all
In the night,when the moon admires this world
And the wind trembles because of the cold
That rests in a human's mind, a darkness untold.
Maybe books read us page after page
At times when we lock ourselves in a cage
Enjoying the stoyline until it causes damage
Nightmares are the ones frightened by humans
And the clouds just cry on our shoulders
Liberating, throwing their liquid treasures.
How about summer's impatience to meet you?
Or a movie composing its actors and a review
About a sculpture perfecting its artist
And a canvas coloring its painter with mist
What if I sit back, and let the sheet continue it
While the reader struggles to write until infinite.
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
reprisereprise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words tossed gently
on a spinning river top
sink as stones to rise again
and kiss the break of day.
resurface, ripple, and repeat.
PrisonerIt's some sort of gravitational pull you possesses over me,Prisoner5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
like a net that I'm trapped in,
unable to break free ..
I'm a prisoner ..
Caught in your clutches,
How can you miss something you've never had,
want something you can't grasp?
It's torture ..
Wishing I was near to you,
so distant ..
I must be crazy,
feeling, feelings like this ..
Allowing my mind to drift like this ..
I'm vulnerable ..
You expose all my weakness ..
take my breath,
you're oblivious ..
What is it you did to me?
broke down my walls,
took my heart hostage,
held me prisoner ..