The Familiar Stranger Chapter 1Chapter 1 - Unwelcome ReunionThe Familiar Stranger Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By - SoulDragonWithFlow
Under the cover of starlit darkness, a lone spirit stood on the edge of oblivion, the silver moonlight reflecting off his inky black scales. The young male dragon considered his surroundings through closed eyes, his sharp hunter senses picking up tiny movements from the weary woodland creatures around him. Breathing steadily, his sharp hearing picked up the faint hoot of a stealthy barn owl hunting a tiny rodent in the distance and the smell of fresh water from the nearby river soothed his sinuses as the dense, cool, midnight air filled his lungs. Raiko felt his heart beginning to race in anticipation of what was to come. He thought of how long it had been since he had done this, the events which had grounded him in the first place, and of his beloved Twilight who had revived his broken spirit, allowing his soul to shine once again. A revival which now meant Raiko was free to do what felt most natural to him, without the pain
The Deceitful TextbookThe Deceitful Textbook3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Deceitful Textbook
■ Grimoire ■ 27-? ■ Cleric?
To Become A ClericTo Become A Cleric3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To Become a Cleric
Wanted ads on the bulletin board were always alike. Even after the many times they were updated, each request still wanted the same thing: A bulky warrior with a dog's brain capacity or a Cleric with healing abilities. Though the ads never stated which kind of cleric abilities
220 Thread CountShe wanted to sleep,220 Thread Count1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to shut her sea-shell eyes and wait
until she was remembered; found
and prised open. Maybe then she would be
finished - stable - content
with eighty good years behind her
and a few more gathered
soft and pink on the horizon.
They must have chosen a pattern
too small; she wasn't cut out
for all this confusion.
Each day a patchwork of choices unfolded
but her threadbare wisdom
couldn't keep her on course.
She wanted to slip between the seams of time
and see what she was weaving toward.
Then maybe she could grasp
the phantom thread of her future
before it was lost in the grain.
CarcinogensMy hands smellCarcinogens1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
Just InstinctPerched upon a high tree branch, a cloaked figure watched curiously.Just Instinct4 years ago in Settings More Like This
All around, the once green and humid jungle now smoldered softly, the flames dying down as dusk fell on the area. What was once a bustling but secluded campsite was now all but deserted and glowing from the flames that had swept through it. What screams of panic there had been from this fire and mayhem had since passed.
Scanning the jungle floor, the figure checked for signs of life. The layout of the camp was fairly simple; a circular living area hosting half a dozen large tents with a few raised platforms for surveillance. Surrounding this living area was about an acre of very carefully tended crops. There were several decimated bodies strewn across the campsite across the ground, in the surveillance lifts, and some hidden in the tents but none of them had the bright, warm glow of pink and orange that registered life through the lenses of the beings' helmet.
What a disappointment
mythi ammyth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere beyond hurricanes made
only of butterflies
and carpets pushing moss
between your toes
and trees that rut green
against stained glass
and dandelion clocks that blow
june around the snow-capped peaks
of your shoulders and the mountain
valleys of your collarbones
"we are all just stories"
and i have mine to tell
if we're all myths
strung up on strings of dragonfly wings
let me walk on fire i stole from
mount olympus, let me open pandora's box
of phoenix flames flashing purple and blue
and let me be a girl wearing a queen's skin
or cloaks of thistledown and lost baby
Our Peaceless EarthA grand world filled with wonders so brightOur Peaceless Earth1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
was presented to man, but despite
good intent, men still dare
fight o're land meant to share.
"Let us tear it in half!" yelled in spite.
ERISOL ROLEPLAY▲: (human/highschool!stuck) Eridan Ampora, the new kid from Ireland, sat at an empty lunch table. He wore big rimmed glasses, a deep purple hoodie, and a blue scarf. His hair was a light brown and he had a blond streak going along the middle. He had moved to your country because his father found a job at a fishing company. He poked and prodded at his food, not entirely hungry. His first half of the day didn't go too well for him, he was getting made fun of, and now you see him sitting alone, looking quite sad.ERISOL ROLEPLAY3 years ago in Drama More Like This
▼: Sollux frowned slightly when he saw the new face sitting alone at his usual table. He sat across from the forlorn looking male, setting down his tray gently. "Yo." he offered quietly.
▲: Eridan looked up, slightly startled, "uh...hi", he quickly looked back down, afraid the other boy would make fun of his freckles and his freaky violet colored eyes like the other kids did.
▼: Sollux smirked slightly. "I won't bite, you know, at least not on the first da
.you pulled.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the strings;
now i connect more
with the puppet than
i do the puppeteer
Ten Commandments of Writing1. Have an original plot.Ten Commandments of Writing5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If every book was the same, we'd get bored with them pretty quick. Variety is what gives that special spice. Try to come up with a story that's entirely your own. If your work is based off another work, however loosely, make sure you use your own style. Don't just repeat what someone else has already written. Nobody likes a copycat, and you could face an unpleasant lawsuit that way.
2. Have a good title.
If you want people to read your book, you'll need a title that will catch their eye. Make it exciting, but keep it brief, too. Don't make your title so long that it wears the reader down. Try to stay within the limit of ten words. If you have trouble inventing a title, go through your story and decide what the main theme is, what it is in that story that really stands out.
3. Make your characters as believable as possible.
The characters are what make the story a story. You learn about them, sympathize with them, and hate them.
Martyn and Kaeyi in the land of Vidgam part 5How much farther is the village? Martyn asked Hovs.Martyn and Kaeyi in the land of Vidgam part 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It is just over this hill,Hovs replied. They had been walking for only twenty minutes, but Martyns hunger was low and he really needed something to eat. He was going to complain about the distance again when they topped the hill and down below them was the village. Martyn breathed a sigh of relief and trudged down the hill to the nearest house. One of the villagers saw the hungry travelers and gave Martyn and Hovs some cooked potatoes, carrots, and bread. Martyn thanked the villager and quickly devoured the food. He heard approaching footsteps and looked down to see one of the village children running towards them.
Mother! Father! I saw him! I saw him! the young boy shouted.
Who? Who did you see? Martyn asked when the boy stopped in front of him out of breath.
It was...the pale-faced man and his creeper pet.., the boy gasped.
Israphel! Where? Did he have a gi
JohnKat: Fireworks"Karkat I seriously can't believe you burned yourself on a sparkler."JohnKat: Fireworks3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey fuck you those things are deadly." The troll grumbled as you ran cold water over his finger. "I swear it was your goddamn stupid fire making tool."
"You mean the lighter? Yeah those are vicious. Watch it, it'll go for your hair next." You giggled and were rewarded with a shove. "Hey, want to go outside again? We still have more fireworks to see."
"Yeah, I'm fine," he put his finger in his mouth and followed you outside.
Today wasn't the fourth of July, it wasn't even the same day you first arrived on this new planet nor was it new years. But you were celebrating anyways. There was a local festival in town and everyone thought it would be fun to party. The house you shared with Karkat was the perfect place for a gathering. It was easily the biggest and had the best view.
"Is Karkat alright?" Rose asked as you returned to your front yard.
"Yeah he'll live, it's not life threatening," you laugh and look around your
Daydreaming...Here I am wonderingDaydreaming...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did I born in right time?
Should I have born another time
Would it have make things different.
I do not know
If I even belong to this universe
Is this my space & time?
Sometimes I feel I am alien in this universe
Trying find my way to home
Which waits me million miles away.
All that greed in this time
It is so not me
My biggest wish in this world
Is that people would understand value of compassion
I know I am daydreaming
I know it will never happen
Least not in this time
But I am allowed to dream of better tomorrow
Where all we live as one.
So I keep hopelessly waiting
If someone would take me to home
Even though I know no one isn't coming
I stare at every shooting star
Hoping it is the one what will bring me home.
And while I wait
I will keep on fighting
In order to make this world
Little bit better place to live
All that suffering is overwhelming
And we are closing our eyes
Greed and machinery has barricaded world with hate.
So I shall continue my struggle
S o r r y.I'm sorry I'm randomS o r r y.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I'm odd
I'm sorry I'm weird
I'm sorry I'm strange
I'm sorry I'm different
I'm sorry I'm me.
you whisper my name.morning birds flockyou whisper my name.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the window and we
are two prayers encased
in cotton sheets: pale,
freckled limbs tangled
like the dawning willow.
(bom dia bonito)
you whisper my name
into the peachfuzz curve
at the base of my neck.
you whisper my name
in the goosebumped flesh
in the valley of my navel.
you whisper my name
into the meeting arrows
of angel blades
you whisper without a sound
as we sink deeper, you murmer
with anchored lips and stilled
tongue and your voice is a river
as we inch towards cherry
(du är kärleken i mitt liv)
i am drunk off the wine
of your breath and my vision
is fuzzy and i can hear your voice
thick as if sinking, falling, drowning
into ocean depths.
(jeg elsker dig af hele mit hjerte)
your lips brush mine and we bloom
with wildflower kisses and pianist
fingers arch behind my back
and love explodes with color through
the garden of my chest and i cannot
CotD: TUC - Part 3She saw a room before her, one that was made up rather nice, this room was familiar, it was for one that would lead a hunt. It was decorated with other leaders minor trophies, left to inspire others who would come in their turn. Some young leaders delighted in taking a ship like this out to test a small group of young bloods. But mostly, so they could show off which of the trophies were theirs. The trophies left were usually not honorable enough to grace the large trophy case, but still were impressive enough to untrained or inexperienced youths.CotD: TUC - Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In one section, there was pieces of armor from those Hunters that had fallen in honorable combat. A mirror was also there, perhaps to help a leader reflect of the seriousness of the Hunt. Arrogance and pride had no place here. As Ryo looked at the mirror she saw the slightest rippling of her skin and realized that she wore very little. The ripple went from her shoulder to her chest. Her hand went to the place without thought, seeking to cover
2P-CanadaxReader part 2 Finale2P-CanadaxReader2P-CanadaxReader part 2 Finale3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Only a month and three days left in Canada. All that time with nothing to do.
You had already seen all the sights after the tall Canadian, Matthew had left. The two and a half days spent with him were probably the most interesting so far.
You missed Kuma, the wolf wasn't as scary as he had first appeared, more like a giant puppy then a large beast. And if you allowed yourself to think on the matter, you admitted that you also missed the Matthew. But you tried not to think about him.
Flopping down on your bed, you flipped open your phone. Time to bug Alfred.
"YO! This is Al."
"Hi _______. What's up?"
"YEAH! I've done everything interesting!" You heard him grumble something.
"So what am I supposed to do? Send you a puzzle?" His tone was whiny and uncaring.
'S.O.B' You though venomously 'It's your fault I'm here.'
"Can you give me Mattie's number?"
Oops, that slipped o