Bleak Orchard: Collector's Ed.The Bleak Orchard: Collector's Edition.Bleak Orchard: Collector's Ed.4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Basically, Hurt-me-plenty and I toyed with the idea of putting all the finished chapters into a big, semi-professional-looking .pdf file, which would give me a little more freedom with format, font, etc. We could also add artwork, but neither of us are really known for making visual masterpieces, so we'd have to recruit some help somehow. We also had the idea of furnishing some 'bonus content' in the form of omitted material, the original versions of one or two chapters that ended up getting rewritten, and maybe some humorous 'outtakes' or behind-the-scenes looks at our witty banter between sections.
Obviously, this is a ways off. I haven't even finished editing the normal chapters yet! Right now, I'm gauging interest. Comment here or on my page's current journal, and let me know your thoughts:
- Which of those bonus materials sound interesting, and which don't?
- If you're an artist, would you consider making some fanart of the characters, setti
Pokemon Creepypasta-Natsuko Trusts YouPokemon Creepypasta-Natsuko Trusts You1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trust. This is a concept that most of us don't really think of in our everyday lives. I never did. It was a sort of unspoken thing-I trusted my parents to take care of me until I was old and learned enough to fend for myself. I trusted my friends to be there for me whenever I was having a rough time of things or needed assistance, a bond that I made sure to return tenfold. I trusted my doctors to aid me if I were sick or injured. You get the general idea.
If you were to go so far, you could even say I trusted in reality; the invisible barriers that kept our world from becoming something out of a comic or movie. Those fantasies were fun: to fly or have super-strength or be able to interact with creatures unknown, or scary: the destruction of the world or annihilation of humanity due to whatever threat you wanna slap down.
But the one thing I could count on was that they weren't real. Those zombies on my TV screen weren't suddenly going to show up in my front yard.
I guess what I really
Drabble 27: Punishment (Saruhiko x Reader)Punishment (Saruhiko x Reader)Drabble 27: Punishment (Saruhiko x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I cursed myself that I failed my mission that was given from Fushimi-kun. My mission was to kidnap Misaki Yata but failed earning me a cut on my neck. But I also earned Misaki a punch on the face. My cut was still open and I didn't have time to wrap it up. I think I'll have to inform Fushimi-kun first before wrapping up my wound.
I walked to the room where Fashimi-kun told me to go after my mission which was an unused room at the top floor of the headquarters. He told me to keep the mission secret from the King. So I did. Once I was at the door of the room, I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath before going inside. I opened the door and went inside the room. I searched the room with my eyes to find Fushimi-kun. The room was clean even though it was unused. It seems that he isn't here...
"How did it go?" I slightly jumped and turned around to see Fushimi right behind me. Maybe he just went in without me noticing. Damn his light feet.
I faced him and b
Nekotalia! Germouser X.Stray Neko Reader Pt. 1 "Meow, worry not mother, brothers and sisters! I'll be back with food!" you meowed as you left the box you, your mother, and six newly 2-week-old younger brothers and sisters in search of food. " (F/N), be careful out there! Some of the housepets can be nasty, and the strays that are most desperate are the more dangerous!!" your mother, Ginger, called from behind, you turned and nodded before heading off. You were born the previous litter of 4 kittens about two years ago. Ginger had an owner then, and you were the only girl in the litter, so the owner decided to keep you with Ginger as company for her. Sadly, the owner died, and you and Ginger had run off and become strays, surviving and helping another on the streets. A few months ago, it was cat mating season for Ginger, and well... she got lucky enough to find Lucky, a tom cat who also was your father (he was happy to see you by the way) and they stayed alone together for awhile, then a week later you mother deliveredNekotalia! Germouser X.Stray Neko Reader Pt. 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ended DawnSurrounded by darkness you show no fear,Ended Dawn4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though your day of reckoning soon draws near.
Why fear? After all,
tis darkest of night 'fore the light of dawn.
So you wait 'til the first rays shine bright,
bringing end to seeming endless night.
You bask in its glory and the warmth it brings,
watching the dark tide as it fades to end.
Your kingdom fell in the great destruction,
but now it rises in wondrous construction.
The darkened chaos has met its end;
risen from the ashes you stand again.
Beautiful light now shines from your hall,
defying all trace of your earlier fall:
all strife gone, cities built anew,
kingdom blessed with Fortune's fickle view.
With peace and prosperity you rule the land,
justice dealt from an unheavy hand.
All adversity has vanished completely,
your kingdom in a zenith of a golden age.
But the darkness never remains at bay,
determined to bring night to kingdom's day;
like a poison it seeps over your threshold,
a foul corruption dimming light of the age.
The purity of
Death to LonelinessDeath to Loneliness7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When youre gone I feel cold
Maybe its because Im used to you
Being close to me, next to me
I like walking with you
Our footsteps different from others
I am me, you are you
Lets celebrate some time
To the death of loneliness
And we will be close to each other
And loneliness will die
Sorrow will not sallow me
When you come home Im happy
I enjoy our time, lets not waste it
Together, not alone
No longer cold, Im just warm
My hand and yours, how it should be
How it should have been
Lets dance some time
To the death of loneliness
And we will hold each other close
Unwanted Angel"Bury me, maybe I'll bloom." Her voice is as light as the air that caresses my face.Unwanted Angel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hmm?" My voice is sleepy, and I prop myself up on my elbows to look at her.
Her hair, loose curls just a shade away from being the color of sun beams, is being pulled and tugged on by the wind. Her eyes are closed, and head back, as the tire swing rocks her frail body back and forth. "Like a seed. Maybe if we buried me, I'd bloom." She clarifies, and I watch her wriggling toes sink into the loamy soil.
"You'd be the most beautiful flower ever, Emmie." I nod, and let my lips brush her kneecap. She giggles slightly, a sound like bells caught by the wind's fingertips. Though she's a little too thin, and feels a little too breakable when I hug her, I never want to let her go. Pale skin is stretched across her petite bones, like a blank canvas. I've memorized the spots on her body where every freckle is nestled, and where every scar is from when she was a little too careless.
LonelinessShe sits alone at night,Loneliness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accompanied by her loneliness.
It touches her hand,
And has a hold on her heart.
No one can come in,
And she can't get out.
Her savior is buried beneath the soil,
Labeled by a stone that read,
"Here Lies a Loving Husband"
Marking the beginning of her loneliness.
His soul once carried her to heaven,
And his love kept her feet on the ground,
And his pressence kept her warm,
On those cold winter nights.
Lonely was not an emotion she possessed.
She held his hand,
From day one to the end,
The night he took his last breath,
She kissed his forehead,
And whispered of her love.
His dying words,
"Don't cry for me."
And she didn't.
She sat alone at night,
Holding her loneliness tight,
But not a tear was shead.
And yet her soul bled for him.
VictimizedEveryone's got problems,Victimized6 years ago in Open More Like This
make mistakes and have bad days,
everyone knows nothing,
ever goes as planned.
Everyone gets hurt,
feels worthless at some time,
everyone knows something
that makes them want to cry.
Everyone's got fears
the good they cannot do,
everyone knows someone
who tried to break their heart.
Everyone gets insults
that try to break them down,
everyone knows shadows,
when light can seem so far.
is that we compete
to see whose life is worse
The funny thing
is that we're convinced
that no one understands
The sad thing
is we're too busy
wrapped up in our issues
The crazy thing
is that we enjoy
the attention that comes with pain
The weird thing
is that we imagine life
that's filled with shoujo drama
is that we all feel safer
when we know that we're the victim.
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
K-Project (Mikoto x Reader) Making UpK-Project (Mikoto x Reader) Making UpK-Project (Mikoto x Reader) Making Up2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was running as fast as I could through the city streets when it started to rain like crazy, trying to get away from the HOMRA gang. I was minding my own business walking to a restaurant for lunch, until I saw Mikoto and his gang running towards me at full speed. They were on a man-hunt for some ‘unknown’ reason. I used to be in their group but I no longer wanted to be with them because of a ‘little’ fight with their leader, Mikoto. And I do NOT wish to remember that fight…
I heard running-footsteps behind me. I quickly look back and I made a huge ‘huff’ in annoyance.
“Oh great…they’re still following me…” I mumbled, looking forward.
I saw an alleyway coming up on my right, so I made a sharp turn hoping to lose them on track. I was through the ally, looking around quickly for a hiding spot, and then found a huge recycling bin.
“Hey guys! She went down this alley!
don't give me a penIt's the wish to wishdon't give me a pen7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I could lay you bare
under the stars
in the light of my eyes
and draw you
a new design
I will unpattern you
a new geometry
while you swallow
your old ways
the new delights
of the soul in ballpoint
on your skin
I wish the pen
I wish tonight
Bloody Wishes (Pokemon Creepypasta) Bloody Wishes:Bloody Wishes (Pokemon Creepypasta)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all started on route 18, Unova region. I was curious, and now I regret what I did.
For my 13th birthday, I begged my parents to let me get Pokémon Black. I had played all of the Pokemon games, except for Pokemon black. Most of my friends had copies or Pokemon Black, or Pokemon white. Both of my parents said no, because I spent most of my money on Pokemon plushes, or colourful Pokemon merchandise. I begged my friends, they said they’d save up and buy the game for me. On my birthday, they all presented me with my special gift. I was so excited; I immediately wanted to start playing. My friends told me it was a copy they found on Amazon, so if it was broken, I could return it.
The day after, I immediately began playing. I called my character Storm. (I love rebellious dangerous sounding names.)
I started with Tepig, and named it FlareBreath, and l
DemonsDemonsDemons7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fate of darkness
Fate of hell
Makes me crawl
Makes me yell
Deep inside me demons hide
and above me, darkness flies
In my heart it hurts
whatever bright into black turns
When i scream it doesnt come from me
but from a demon who lets me be
My demon makes me live
makes me love
My deadly deamon makes me HatE!
makes me realize
my hell for fate
But as much as they can be dark
they can light a hope spark
My demons can show me the way
through the rough times
how to fight and how to slay
How to resist all darkness around me
how to fight what i can not see
And when i lay all defeated and crumbled on the floor
the darkest smile comes from my core
Smile from my inner darkest soul
sound of my demons howl
Even if dark
it lets me walk on this world
even if bad
it prevents me from feeling cold
And even if ppl say that demons are bad
they help me survive
and let me rest in my bloody bed
So raise your fists for your inner you
for demons ,their blood
and hope that they will gu
Gift for ~CartoonDude95Gumdrop slammed the front door to his house and walked inside. He plopped down next to his 15 year old sister, Skye on the couch. Skye was watching TV.Gift for ~CartoonDude952 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Something the matter, Gummypuss?" she said in a caring sisterly tone.
"It's nothing.....and don't call me that!"
"C'mon, tell me!" said Skye, rubbing Gumdrop's back.
Gumdrop put his head in his hands.
"What about her?"
"I think I'm in love with her........."
"Aww! You two would make a great couple!"
"Shut up! She doesn't even feel the same way........."
"Oh, I think she does......."
"How the HELL do you know?" spat Gumdrop.
"Have you ever seen Alex bug someone to wrestle that wasn't YOU?"
"And how often does she ask you to wrestle her?"
"It's obvious she's only doing it to get 'closer' to you...."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying she does it to get CLOSER to you!"
Gumdrop was silent for a moment, obviously not getting the mental picture that Skye was trying to portray to hi
Eaten by a Dream"I was eaten by a dream once."Eaten by a Dream1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl, and I say she was a girl because she looked to be in her 20's, sat down next to me in the waiting area outside the gate for my flight to Houston. I had been reading an article on my iPad and not paying attention when she sat down. But, my memory tells me that I might have taken slight notice of her out of the corner of my eye as she came out of the "Sports Bar" across the hallway from the waiting area a few minutes ago. I figured she was slightly tipsy because of the way she moved. She didn't look to be entirely in control of her motions.
I normally would not have responded to a stranger in the airport, but there was something about her that looked familiar. It was as though I knew her, but the setting was wrong. It was like being a kid and seeing your teacher at the supermarket: a familiar person in a familiar setting, but the two are not familiar together.
"Do you mean that you are consumed by a dream?"
Onibi Plotline/Order TheoriesWill-O-The-WispOnibi Plotline/Order Theories1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Guri, a servant of the Daimyo, falls in love with the Daimyo, but he's in love with Mizu. Guri tries to kill and eat Mizu, but Mizu ends up falling for Guri and begs for her life.
The Clear Demonic Mirror
The Daimyo tries to summon a god in this song. He makes Mizu and Guri kill each other, but instead, a future incarnation of Onigumo comes through, and begins the "Monstrous cat will speak" prophecy, referring to Hannya dividing herself into the twins.
The Daimyo's ritual continues, and Mizu beheads Guri.
The Beautiful Shadow of the Demon's Frenzied Dance
The ritual is finally completed with Mizu killing herself. Amanojaku is summoned, and revives Mizu and Guri as Onigumo and Kitsune, respectively.
Death, Misfortune and Amanojaku
It is revealed that Amanojaku had been controlling Guri from the beginning, and had been watching everything she caused in the burning orb which is seen a lot, which is in fact the Clear Demonic Mirror itself. Amanojaku makes Ki
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
Harvest MoonYou remind me of the harvest moonHarvest Moon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tugging the shore from beneath my feet, of
rowing out to sea in winter with empty nets
till spring, of catching every breath
in crystals on the same forgotten docks,
Where gravity knots my tendons into rope,
my teeth into chalk and ash, and my eyes
into searchlights scanning the horizon
for the first ship that leads to you.
Burning ButterfliesBy the end of the second week, we had little choice but to take a shotgun approach. The fault of this circumstance lay solely in our hands, rough with procrastination. We had held off on beginning the project through sheer self-interest, our thoughts divided from the task much, if not more so, then our individual attentions to the course. I had taken the course in hopes of finding some significance in my career path. She was simply bored by hard science and statistics. In terms of inspiration and drive, both of us would be found decidedly wanting. In the end, that's what drove our two desks, separated by the margin of twelve other able bodies, together.Burning Butterflies5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We plucked at the idea of our topic for the better part of our first day in the plush mossy carpet of her room. The crowns of our heads locked in hopeful silence for something impressive, or at the very least B worthy. As she pondered over the finer threads on her pillow case I decided simply that her room was too vibrant for