The Essence that is LarxeneThe Essence that is Larxene3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lets get something straight.
I'm not your little housewife.
Piss me off?
I'll fucking kill you.
I must say I like having you wrapped around my finger, though.
Not that I...like you or anything.
No way in hell!
Don't make me repeat myself.
Hey, they don't call me "savage" for nothing.
I'm super angry.
Call me a bitch, what's that gonna do?!
I'll still kick the living shit out of you.
Don't walk away from me, ever!
o-or I'll have to stab you in the throat!
Ciel is SuperiorCiel is Superior3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky was blue and the air smelled of cherry blossoms and fresh muffins.
On the Trancy Mansion terrice, Ciel and Alois sip tea and glare at eachother.
"Ciel, I will make you mine," Alois says, grinning.
"That's what Claude said last night..." Ciel whispers.
"OH YEAH!!" Alois says inteligently. "Well, I have pet spiders!"
"So? I have a dog." Ciel answers unconcerned. "who wants Creepy spiders anyway."
"NO YOU DON'T!!"
"No, i don't but i have Lizzy and that's close enough..."
"Well, at least i don't wear an eye patch!"
" Well at least I don't have 'rusty sewer eyes' that excite old men..." Ciel grinned.
Alois blushes deaply. "Well, i have short shorts!"
Alois, you whore...Ciel thought. "I have a pimp stick..."
"Oh yeah?! Well, i have a pentagram on mhy tougne!! BEAT THAT??!!"
"Why would i want to? So i can ->BLEEP
How to Make An Action GameVideo games. Everyone and their mother plays them these days. Yes, even chicks. This isn't like how it used to be when gaming was a hobby only undertaken by a select number of nerdy white males. With so many other gamers and so many other games to choose from, how can one possibly stand out amongst it all?How to Make An Action Game4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
By playing action games of course, the manly genre. But maybe playing them isn't enough of a challenge.
Maybe you want to take it a little farther and make an action game yourself.
Well, fear not! For in a number of steps, you too can create the next big blockbuster hardcore action game that will have every other fanboy and their uncle salivating through their retinas.
1. War War is popular. One can see evidence of this by turning on the news. Also from the copious amounts of films, books, and games that base themselves around war or warfare. War sells. This is exactly why "war" titles are more likely to become bigger hits than most other action games. Just look around
autopsyher spine was cracked down the middle,autopsy4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skin unraveled at the seams.
bloated lungs and an emaciated heart filled her no longer moving chest.
her eyes were still open
and her hands stretching for the last thing she ever saw,
though she'd never reached it.
no one knew the exact cause of death,
except the shadow of a boy who avoided her funeral
like it was a plague.
like she was the plague.
Did you really forget me?As I lie down in my bed, I still have one question on my mind.Did you really forget me?3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Did you really forget me?
I wish I could see you and hear your voice just one more time.
Remember that people never wanted us to be together,
But we always whispered on the phone that we love one another.
You were perfect for me.
I remember when my closest friend told me she didn't think we would last long.
I never believed her, and I always thought she was wrong.
Until that day moment came when you made me cry.
You said it was your parents who did deny.
You said we could only be friends until the moment was right.
But just answer my question, did you really forget me?
Yes or No? I just want an answer.
Until then, I will think of myself in a rosebush.
The rest of the beautiful flowers were picked by their sweethearts.
Except for me, a black rose with a weak heart.
CottonCandy: Body ShotsCottonCandy: Body Shots1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jannnnnneeeeeeeeey" That lovely drunken voice pitched so sweetly.
"What now Lalonde?" Jane was way too busy baking a cake right now to even think of what her ridiculously drunken friend was doing in the living room.
"Let's dooooooo soemmthing! Let's go dancin, I want to daaaance wif you!" Roxy was already on her eigth shot and swaying around her martini glass as she was swaying over to opposing sides. "Lalonde, no! I'm already making a cake and besides if we went you'd fall over onto everyone. You can't dance now if you wanted too!" Jane was exclaiming at the drunken girl with a smile on her face. Roxy Lalonde wasn't going to take this foolish nonsense. She slammed her glass onto the counter. "Fuccckin Challenge acccccepted bitch!" Roxy slurred the words out as her red blush spread a little further. Jane just rolled her eyes and tried to pay the girl no attention. "I bet if yur dad was here he'd fuckin love to seeee meeee on the pole!" Roxy winked at her friend which made her eyes rol
Red MoonRed Moon2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three Part One Shot
Screams ring throughout the air, piercing it like a million little needles each sharper than any knife, any sword that could be crafted by man. It surrounds me, not like a blanket or a warm embrace but how my own blood may. Everywhere. No matter how hard I try, how badly I pray, no matter how loud my voice rises into the abyss it does not go away. It worsens.
"Stop!" I shriek, my hands gripping for something, anything that may ease this pain, or at least brace me, "Stop this now!"
I feel his soft breath at my ear as a hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear, "Please, just bear with it a little longer "
"I can't!" I cry, agony dripping from every word as my nails dig into his back, "Sebastian! Please! Stop this!"
A stifled sob is swallowed into his throat as his arms tighten their embrace, "A little longer, my lord."
The moon hovers high above
CanadaXReaderCanadaXReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thanksgiving. Your favorite holiday. Not only was this your favorite holiday because it meant food, and lots of it, it meant that you got to spend the whole weekend in the same large house as your neighbor, best friend, and longtime crush, Matthew. Every year your family and his would travel to your grandparent's lake house to have a huge thanks giving dinner, and of course the annual hockey game.
This tradition had been going on for as long as you could remember, and every year you managed to embarrass yourself in front of Matthew. Your sister Daisy was dating Matthew's brother Alfred, and was always supporting you in your efforts to woo him; even though you always failed.
But this year was different. You had made a fool-proof plan to impress him and gain his affection.
"Hey ______, are you ready to play hockey?" Daisy asked you.
"You know it." You replied confidently. You had spent almost every day after school at the ice skating rink practicing your coordina
Made by DesignMade by DesignMade by Design1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mr. and Mrs. Lowe sat anxiously in the small cluttered doctor’s office. They sat side by side in a red plush couch, waiting silently for the genealogist to enter. The desk in front of them was covered with books, loose paper, and family portraits. Plopped in the middle was a high-tech laptop. Mrs. Lowe gave her husband’s hand a tight squeeze and looked around at the posters on the wall. One had a picture of five perfectly beautiful babies smiling at each other. It read, “Neogenealogy: Creating a society of healthier, happier people.” Another had a picture of five-years-olds dressed up as various professions, a doctor, firefighter, scientist, judge. In bold writing it said, “Neogenealogy: Choose your child’s future”. Mrs. Lowe couldn’t help but shake her head in disgust. “I don’t know about this Dan, are we sure this is what we want to do?” She leaned towards the exit. Her husband sighed a
Perfection isn't a size Perfection isn't a size.Perfection isn't a size1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
"I just want to be perfect."
"I want straight A's."
"I want a boyfriend/girlfriend."
"I want a ton of friends."
"I have none of these and I don't even know why I keep thinking that I will get a perfect life once I'm skinny."
There is no such thing as perfection. You have to earn the grades. You have to be yourself and talk to girls/boys in order to get one. To have lots of friends, you have to put yourself out there and be a friend, but just because you have few friends, doesn't mean you are worthless. Wouldn't you rather have a select few that you KNOW will be there for you or have a whole wad of friends and not even know who's really there for you?
Being skinny is not going to magically help you achieve anything. If you hate yourself, for whatever reason, you're going to loath everything about yourself, whether or not you're skinny. The less you eat, the more it effects your memory and thinking so there goes your grades.
Do you really want a
Stuck.Going down and down…Stuck.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bobbing at the surface
between light and dark,
here and there…
But there is no
There is no escape,
and I question if there will ever be
a way out of this Hell.
I scream at the top of my lungs
from the bottom of my hole,
but no one helps me out
or dares to try.
When all is said and doneAs I stood next to the window paneWhen all is said and done1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And past skipped down the memory lane
Nothing matters much
when all is said and done
So we should keep walking
On parallel roads, yet never talking
Just as life goes on
When all is said and done
If life is to be led this way, so be it
No sighs will be heard, no tears shed for it
No reason to fear pain
When all is said and done
My FriendsMy friends are so important to meMy Friends1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where I would be
If I didn't have them by my side
They are always on my mind
They always know how to make me smile
I would run a thousand miles
Just so I could be with them
I can't think about what my life
Would be like without them around
They always brighten my day
Even when I am in such a low mood
They know just the right things to say
I wouldn't be who I am today
If it wasn't for my friends
They made me who I am
They made a part of me
Come out that I never knew I had inside
They accept every side of me
The good and the bad
They put up with all of my problems
And they are always there
When I need someone to lean on
Or someone's shoulder to cry on
I love the fact that they are always there
Whenever I am in need of care
When I would be sitting alone
They would always come and sit with me
They never make me feel like I'm different
Cause we are all different in our own ways
I would like to thank every single one of them
For always being the
Realization of DarknessJoyfully, I dance,Realization of Darkness1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Until clouds obscure the moon.
Alone, I shiver.
The Rot of FlowersI am so bored of flowers.The Rot of Flowers6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dream in wounds
And I am bored of trees
Stretching to heaven;
They'll never reach.
I want to see the rot within,
gnawing on the insides,
I want to taste the pollution,
The city's poison
To distill, bottle, and sell
- humanity for consumption
I want to scrape off the makeup,
Turn the flesh inside out
And lick the rot.
Only then will flowers be beautiful.
© 2013 themagpiepoet
Oh DeathOh Death2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was too fast, much like fire spreading across a freshly polished floor. Everyone saw it coming; just not like this. Gilbert wasn't a drunk. Sure he would drink on the weekends but he never drank to the point where he got violent. He knew his limit. He loved to harass Roderich. To get under the piano nerd's skin. He loved to go hunt, swing out into the lake with that old tire swing that Vati hung on the sturdy tree branch. Gilbert was great; that is until he had to fall.
The night was November 4, it was another normal night at our home. Gilbert laughing and talking to his friend Antonio over the phone. Vati had gone to work and left Gilbert in charge. I was 16 and Gilbert was 18, I could take care of myself. Now stuck with my older brother for the night I had no choice but to go to bed early. I heard his annoying laughter as he laughed with his friend on the line. I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs and went to bed.
With the feeling of anxiety in my stomach I could not sleep, I kept
The Hidden RaceThe Hidden Race2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To be honest I might be just the only left. My people have lived alongside of you. You call yourselves humans... we call you Paladins, sometimes we call you Templars, the rest of the time we call you Knights. We have given you these names and ranks for a good reason, they were the ones hunting us, for sport, for food, for status! My people have done nothing other than survive. We did not kill your kind, only those that you yourselves were going to kill did we take away. In the past you have called us demons, fiends, but most popular were we called something else. Long have I watched your planet, long have I survived the wars that you thrust upon each other. Never have I seen a more destructive race prosper. Many years ago your people called my people something else... we were known as Dragons. My name is Alim Kei LaZour, and I might just be the last of my species.
The Glory of Rubiard PrologueThe Glory of Rubiard Prologue2 years ago in Settings More Like This
In the beginning of time there was a legend of a beast with scales of ruby and fur like white silk. He created all that was beautiful, and allowed the race of humans to prosper. The humans loved him and he them. He was worshiped and he was feared. Some say he was fear himself; a representation of what was, what will, and what shall not come to be. Statues, relics, and gargantuan idols were developed in his semblance. He was in books, scrolls, and ancient cave drawings down through history. This beast, as sacred as he was, had flaws. Just like every living thing he fell to temptations and, despite the fact that he was immortal, he could be killed.
After the years went by, his worshipers began to slowly notice his imperfections and began to doubt his holiness and power. To them, he was looking more and more like a simple creature. Eventually and sadly, the people who he had once taken care of and protected turned against him with the intentions of removing him of his throne. With no desi
A Day in the Ocean, A life in JoyA Day in the Ocean, A life in Joy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A day in the ocean deep
For a dragon o'two differences
Partner'd together for a' eternity
Co'e to unite as family
Leavin' one t' rule
An' one t' fade away
These days grow longer
As the bonds grow stronger
They grow closer
With each passing day
O'ver the oceans they fly
Fast and free as the wind
Wi'out a care in the world,
They fl' high in the sky
In a royal enbrace.
I love you so!
May you love me long!
They cicled aplace to settle,
In a deep sea castle,
And gave birth,
T' three little angels
All full of life and vigor
All full of joy.
Life should be pleasant
For they had it easy
But when turmpoil comes
They take it together
And forever they will
Live for eterninty
In heaven and earth
They will stand
For love here
Is stronger at hand
And the chain between
Cannot be broken
They lived for years,
Had three kids
Angels they are
Who are grown up
Who love their own kids
And their parents
For the love they needed
Love was at hand
Fragile as it is
Could not be
TwoTwo2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two Ways to die
and not a day to fly
Two Years To learn
Something for you to yearn
Two Years of Conquest
Two Months of requests
Two Days to Thrive
but only can survive
Retaining your knowledge
Two Lifetimes lived on edge
Two Way To die
and not a day to fly...
I ReignI am a Fire DragonI Reign2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the far East-Southeast
corner of the Earth,
My breast adorned with a stone,
Red, reckless and ill-tempered.
I am the force
hot and aggressive,
Interconnected and interdependent
of the yielding moon.
in wealth and strength.
Do you dare oppose me?
Do you dare deny me?
You, who hail from the North. You,
the passive. You,
who crawl in the night,
A form so diffuse and guile.
You who have overwhelmed me
with your soft, fluid body.
In turn, I will give rise.
I will reign, once again.