Bardic Tales-Once a Slave 1Part One: SlaveBardic Tales-Once a Slave 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The dark-haired girl was only a slave. Else, as she finished the Lay of the Wandering God, one of the few songs she'd been permitted to learn, she might have ignored the older man, watching her oddly from a lonesome corner table of the inn.
But nay, I say nay
'E wanders t' this day
Weepin' fer 'is lost Cerua.
Granted, the tune wasn't something played often in an inn, but one of the custom had requested it special, and since Le knew it, Master Forson ordered her to play it so the freeman minstrel he'd hired could take a break. The song was beautiful but depressing, ending when the Wandering God Anoreil finds his human wife murdered. Le plucked the ending run, then silenced the strings and placed the instrument at her feet.
It wasn't the best version of the saga he'd ever heard, or the most skillful plucking on a kamischa. But despite the quick-spoken Clyonite commoner's cant, a quality in her voice made his eyes prickle before he tamped the reaction down. He wa
Don'cha Know?Don'cha Know?Don'cha Know?8 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He started following me on a Monday. I take the El to get around, mostly, because my college and my apartment are near stations. I know the subway systems aren't too great at the hour of day I make my way to school, but it's a sight better than walking.
By that Wednesday, I was pretty sure I was being followed. I mean, the poor guy was probably homeless and a beggar, what with the ratty coat he wore, and the fact that I never saw him anywhere but in the subway. But following me he was, smiling his gap-toothed grin whenever he noticed me noticing him. No one else did, moving around him like he was just an object. I snorted the first time I made that comparison. Looking at the businessmen and -women, the tourists, the suburbanites that crowded the subways, I thought cynically that they probably didn't see the poor man as more than an object.
But still, it was getting creepy. On Thursday, I confronted the man while on my way home from a half-day of classes.
You Are BeautifulIt was 10:03 A.M. on a Saturday morning in September. A girl stood naked in front of the mirror in her room, looking at herself. She was 16 and had medium length brown hair with a few blond streaks in it, blue green eyes, an average size nose, and a slightly below average lip thickness and size. She was slim in build and had semi-tan skin, small breasts (about an A cup), and very subtle curves. Her name was Lexi. She looked down depressed and sad, she thought she looked terrible. She'd never known a boy interested in her, nor had she ever received any positive specific comments on her appearance; all she received were generic "you look nice" or "that shirt looks good on you" and these came from her mother and father for the most part. She knew she couldn't do anything about her curves, but she had just heard about a way to enlarge her breasts.You Are Beautiful4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have a boy massage them.
Just thinking about it made her blush in embarrassment, but she was desperate and willing to try almost anything.
GoddessListen to my sound. I am the wind, which echos through the trees. The gentle breeze which tickles your flesh. Touch that which you walk upon. I am the green fields filled with fresh flowers. My breast the mountain peaks which reach toward the heavens. My curves the endless canyons. The waters that run through my womb, nourish the sacred river of life. I am the song within the storm. The whisper on the edge of the forest. The silence, the rush of raging waterfalls. Open your eyes my child, for I am everywhere. I have never left you and never will.Goddess10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Nature of AweThe Nature of Awe8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sun dappled foliage
Rustles in the breeze,
In a cacophony of voices.
The scent of evergreen trees,
And early morning dew
Wafts in, awakening the senses
In a glorious world of now.
Light spreads out over the underbrush,
Expanding the hues
Of the fungus covered underbrush,
Contrasted with the shadows of the canopy.
The wondrous scent of decay,
Of earth returning to earth
Flirts with my senses.
I can experience natures rebirth.
The white trunks of aspens,
Whose red hearts slowly beat
Moan in the wind,
Who rudely whips by.
An owl greets me,
Late to her morning retreat.
She asks me who I am,
As if she herself were not out past her bedtime.
I stand in the center
Of the grand scheme,
The beauty; the perfection!
And I am in awe; no god could create such perfection.
Pokemon: Broken Memories CH1Pokemon: Broken MemoriesPokemon: Broken Memories CH14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was midday in Cianwood City, a city built near the ocean that was always bustling with activity; most of them trainers either challenging the local Gym or tourists enjoying the town. Not too far from the shore, away from the occasional swimmer or trainer exploring the nearby Whirl Islands on the back of a Pokemon, a fishing boat was anchored. Calling it a plain fishing boat would be an understatement, due to the fact it looked more like a yacht. The boat was anchored far from the shore, the houses and buildings looking like dots on the horizon, and its sail extended his into the air. A Wingull landed on top of the mast, its wings folded on its sides, crying out as it happily watched the seas.
"A great day for relaxing, ain't it?" Called the sailor who proudly manned his boat, who sat on a folding chair over looking the water. The suns rays shone off the surface of the water, so much so it was almost blinding. The sun also seemed to shine off the top of his h
Tori's BandannaTori's Bandanna4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was just about time to put Yoshi and Tori to bed for the night when Don realized he hadn't seen Tori anywhere within the last hour or so. This caused him to worry, and he began searching through the various rooms of the house for his little girl. Finally, to Don's relief as he reached the living room, he caught sight of his 5 year old daughter. She was sitting on the floor in the far corner of the room, and all but facing the wall. Don knew right away that something was wrong.
"Hey Sweetie," Don said as he went over and knelt beside her, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she replied solemnly.
"Come on Wildflower," Don said gently, "Daddy won't be able to get any sleep tonight if you don't tell Daddy what's bothering you."
Tori just sat there quietly for a brief moment. Then, deciding she didn't want to be the reason for her daddy loosing any sleep, she slowly looked up at him and held out her left hand. As Don looked at her hand, he noticed that in it she held a lavender colored ribbon. A
Humanity: Avatars of God?Let us consider, creationist or not, that there MAY be a supreme force that is responsible for creation and that it is infinite. We may assume that something cannot truly be defined as infinite if there is something which it may be measured against, how may a "Jealous God" be infinite if it can be defined as jealous?.Humanity: Avatars of God?7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Now let us assume that the god of Christianity, Islam, and Judaism is truly the force behind creation; a vengeful being, one that advocates nothing short of annihilation for those who would not follow it. Such a tyrant that claims to be beneficial also claims to have orchestrated creation and also to be of goodness and mercy, justice and all that is fair. This being is the anti-thesis of 'infinite'.
Let us consider what infinite means: eternal, endless, before and after.
There are as many gods as there are people who believe in one, at the same time there is no god for people who do not believe in one. The only thing we currently believe to be eternal is the Universe. We
PantheismGod is allPantheism11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each one's heart
far in the woods
where God shines
under riveting ocean
God is swimming
up high in the sky
on the tallest mountain top
In each gust of wind,
each shooting star
every ray of light
every sunrise and sunset
all the orphans
and homeless wanderers
All animals and plants
are part of Mother Earth
our Temple is our Mother
Our God, the Universe
Just Words"I hate you."Just Words6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just ignore them.
They're just words.
Words can never hurt me.
"I hate you."
They're just words.
They can't hurt me.
Why do I feel this pain?
"I hate you."
They can't hurt me.
Why do I feel this pain?
Why do the tears keep falling?
"I hate you."
Just three little words.
Why do they hurt so much?
They're just words.
Sex-Segregation, New ApartheidIn recent events in Israeli news, I heard about two stories, each occurring in different times to two different elder women in two different cities in Israel. Both women got on a bus and both women were attacked by two Orthodox Jews for - in one event, sitting next to him in a seat that is reserved for elderly people, and on the other, for sitting at the same kind of seat, in a "separated" line. Now, before I go on I'll explain what meticulous lines are and why they exist in the first place.Sex-Segregation, New Apartheid5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
According to Orthodox Judaism, a woman is bad influence and can cause men to stray from their ways; meaning, they won't pray, or that they will be aroused by her "god forbid". That can be caused by either a woman being in the same room with them, or, sitting next to them in public transportation, for that matter.
In some cities in Israel it is common to find separated lines, where women - just like in good ol' apartheid days, sit in the back whilst men sit in the front - for the comfort of the Orth
EmpathyTo understandEmpathy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in but an instant
is to forget
and then to remember
as the old sun rises
and light hides every star.
PantheismA Discussion on the Nature and Definition of Pantheism:Pantheism7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Pretext: All of this is based on my own views and it should not be offensive to anyone who reads it, as I dont intend it to apply to anyone but myself.
To define pantheism, one must first define god (theos), which serves as the second syllable of the word pantheism, because the notion of god is central to this form of religious thought. God is defined as A being conceived as the perfect, omnipotent, omniscient originator and ruler of the universe This, while it has flaws which I will expose, will serve as definition enough for my purpose. Then, from a linguistic standpoint, one must define all (pan) which serves as the first syllable of the word pantheism. All is defined as constituting, being, or representing the total extent or the whole. In simpler terms: every thing which exists, or, even shorter, everything. Thus, pantheism means everything-go
WedlockOne instantWedlock6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can destroy the work
of a lifetime.
can outshine the stars.
Reasons...This girl never walks--she flies.Reasons...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's music hidden in her voice
and wonder in her eyes.
Lighting DawnThey had nothing to say to each other, though goodbye had torn through his throat and was scratching at his teeth, desperate to get out.The car had pulled through the six a.m. silence to stop at his door and they had done nothing but stare since he got in.Lighting Dawn6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Sometimes words arent enough.)
This was it, the beginning of never-again. As eyes met, all he could think was hed never find that exact shade of blue again.
Then there was a plane ticket pressed into his hand and a smile that made the welling tears glow.
The car pulled them from the curb, hauled them toward the horizon. The ticket became the beginning of always.
Dawn never burned so bright.
(Sometimes words are too much.)
The World Our Parents Left UsMark ye well their vast estate,The World Our Parents Left Us6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dreams they left to rot,
the victims of apathy--
of wisdom men forgot.
Of apple orchards drenched with blood
and bubbles in the air--
of simple, fleeting, selfish thoughts--
here and gone without a care.
Of sewage systems overrun
and yellowed plains of sod.
Of opportunities abused
to walk where Fame had trod.
Mark ye well their vast estate--
the clouds devoid of rain,
the souls and flowers,
the numbness masked with pain.
Ink PoisoningSo you say that my wordsInk Poisoning7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
let me write that down.