WR- The L2T Generation- PrologueWR- The L2T Generation- Prologue1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wolf's Rain- The L2T Generation- Prologue
YOU DONT HAVE TO HAVE SEEN WOLF'S RAIN TO READ THIS. Though it's awesome, so you should watch it some time :3 anyways.. This is my fan fiction based off the Wolfs rain series. Just think of it as Wolfs rain 2. It takes place after Wolfs rain, when the world has pretty much died. Only a tiny fraction of the human population are left.
IF YOU HAVNT SEEN WOLFS RAIN READ THIS! You only need to know a few general things about wolfs rain to read my fanfic. 1- animals can disguise themselves as humans. 2- in wolfs rain there was a white wolf known as Kiba and a young brown wolf known as Tobou. (There were other wolves but these are the only two you'll need to know.) 3- the whole goal of the wolves was to try and find the gateway to paradise. Because the world was dying.
ANYWAYS! Let's get onto the story! Enjoy!
We brought this on ourselves. With the greed and selfishness of mankind. How were we so blind? Wave by wave the sea slowl
I am AfraidI am afraidI am Afraid2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am afraid of everything
I am afraid of everyone
I am afraid of the ones who love me
I am afraid of the ones who do not
I am afraid of failing
but I am afraid of falling
I am afraid of being the worst
but I am afraid of being the best
I am afraid of the hatred
but I am afraid of the kindness
I am afraid of all of my emotions
but I am afraid of letting them be seen
I am afraid of not being heard
but I am afraid of speaking up
I am afraid of going unnoticed in the world
but I am afraid of having a voice
I am afraid of living
but I'm afraid of dying
I am afraid of what will happen to me
but I'm afraid of what won't
I am afraid of you.
I am afraid of myself.
I am afraid of everything.
I am afraid of everyone.
Faceless Friendship (A Bonding Of Souls)Words read through a screenFaceless Friendship (A Bonding Of Souls)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Almost making it seem
Like two hearts are connected
And I may never know what you look like
Or the way you smile
The way you laugh
Or the way you cry
I might never see the gleam in your eye
As you talk about all those things
You hold near
Your hopes, your dreams
That you hold dear
All I have is a note on a screen
A portal connecting souls through wires
Perhaps this is the most pure connection
I see who you are
Before what you look like
How you act
Who you pretend to be
And I can know
That the me you know
Really is the real me
We the ArtistWe the Artist are the Creators, the Enlightened and the Selfless.We the Artist4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We the Artist are set upon by the Destroyers, the Ignorant and the Selfish.
We the Artist see creation, even in the face of destruction.
We the Artist see freedom, even in the face of persecution.
We the Artist give ourselves to others, even in the face of mockery.
We the Artist see no race, see no class, see no gender, see no age.
We the Artist see only what gives life, freedom and integrity.
We the Artist require nothing to allow others to join us.
We the Artist are the inspired and the inspirational.
We the Artist are the admired and the admirers.
We the Artist are the people.
We the Artist.
This Will Be Our Downfall: Part One"Come on! Let's go damnit! You're so slow!" My sister shouted from ahead of me, laughing.This Will Be Our Downfall: Part One10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Who you calling slow! I'm the fastest and strongest of the four of us and you know it!" I shouted back, quite annoyed. I barred my fangs slightly, I was the only one in this strange family with them. One of my brothers stood beside me, hands in his pockets, head down, quiet. "What's the matter, Dog?" I asked gently.
He seemed to think for a moment, as if not sure how to answer my question. Finally, he looked up and spoke, his aqua eyes meeting mine. "It's just... we've been fighting ever since we were born, Cat. When do you think this is all gonna end? I mean..." His voice dropped to a hushed whisper then, and his head sank down as he looked at the pattern of his feet moving while we walked. "Can we really go on forever..?"
I stopped dead in my tracks, the question swirling around in my mind. For once, I had no answer. This hadn't happened to me since I was created that night 200 years ago.
Virus Demon species in depthVirus Demon species in depth4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Common Name: Cyber Demon
Other Names: Circuit Demon, Virus Demon
Base Species: Humanoid
Stages of Maturity: They are born from code created by older Cyber demons. Commoners can buy templates to build their children from special locations after they go through a mental health processing. They first started to exist before technology first started to advance hundreds of years ago. They were a large influence in normal demon worlds to create and advance and go forward. Some say that they went back through time and ended up in times before advancement and got stuck there.
Development at Puberty: They do not have puberty,
They are created as babies and they grow like a human would, but they don't really experience it quite like a human does.
They are created without an actual name usually only 3 letters and numbers in total long, For exa
the Art of GenderGender, in my own mind, is an art. It’s not static, it’s not definite, it has no single medium. There are those who say “this is not real art” just as there are those who say “that is not a real gender”. It’s something to bend and defy, it’s something to learn the laws of for the sole purpose of breaking them properly. You can fit one style or another, you can mix the two, you can switch between them, and you can deny them both and create something entirely your own, all of which is fine and acceptable. Just as I cannot deny I am an artist, I also cannot deny my gender. To look the part is to display your canvas, your message makes people think beyond the binary. Use the tools you find in ways not originally intended, take things meant for other mediums and incorporate them into yours. Dance in step with the other genre, create the façade and then tear it down as you see fit. Sculpt your body until it matches what you see in your mthe Art of Gender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
April 1stApril 1st4 months ago in Drama More Like This
She was the only one who found it funny.
Out of everyone in the whole cafeteria, she was the only bloody one who found it funny-which made perfect sense as she was the one who'd technically done the deed that'd caused her to cackle uncontrollably in laughter; to laugh hysterically on the floor, clutching her chest, roll around, exhaust her lungs and to make tears seep from her eyes because she found it so damn funny.
And she was the only one to act that way. She hadn't realised it yet either. She thought the whole room was humiliating her rival with laughter, but her closed eyes deceived her. As it was just her.
Everyone else just stared in speechlessness. Most had slack jaws from shock, others had looks of disgust aimed at Brittany while a few had looks of pity and the occasional one or two that couldn't look at it. Those that couldn't look where the squeamish ones.
Blood...it was everywhere in the middle of the room and it was still flo
Fading Flickering FaultsFading Flickering Faults3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.I wish...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”
Glass Man I am the Glass Man;Glass Man 1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
The person who is built of sand.
I am a clever replicate of human form.
So what is the mirror when it's alone?
My diamond eyes are lost inside--
Reflecting glass and glass.
The sun goes in and loses light.
Imperfect gems for sightless sight.
I am the Cracked Man--
Rainbow slivers for fingerprints.
My spiny nerves creak and moan;
My robot movement reflects your own.
Mirrors are made of spiderwebs,
As you, the spider, know.
See what you want to see:
Nothing wrapped in fantasy.
My mirror face is split down the side,
And cataract eyes are milky white.
This emptiness I call my home.
So who am I when I'm alone?
Jamiefury's awakening: Enter SierraI tried to get to sleep but I couldn’t, Sierra was fast asleep now but I had other thoughts on my mind. Tony woke up and saw that I was awake “What’s wrong Bro? You don’t seem so cheery like you usually are.” He spoke in a concerned tone of voice. ”Oh it’s nothing Bro, just having some thoughts that are keeping me awake” I replied. “Is it about Dad?” I drooped my head and thought for a second. “Of course it is, this dragon won’t even tell me who this Poisonwing, I know he must have been our father’s killer, the way he says it points to him.” “Well, you know what dragons are like, some are just stubborn and some are just open to talk about it, I’m guessing he doesn’t want to tell you because he knows he might hurt you.” I thought for a second before I went by my Brother, he was curled up by Cody who was out for the count, cute if you think about it really. I eventually decided toJamiefury's awakening: Enter Sierra8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
why do you love me so?you adore mewhy do you love me so?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can tell.
your gaze sparkles bright with wonder
you touch me like you're afraid
i'll fall apart
like i'm a spirit
like i'm a gem.
look at me
a bird who cannot fly
an angel with crumpled wings
a dragon with no fire
i know what i am
i deserve no comfort.
RockHacking away at a rock with another rock will shape the rockRock10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are hacking at by time, but the rock you are using might also break.
This can be frustrating and you may want to give up and go do something else,
but that is when you should get back on your feet, find another rock and continue hacking.
You might never feel that the rock you are shaping ends up perfect and you will always see flaws or
improvements to be made. Passion to do something isn't to finish it, it's to work on it.
AloisXReaderXCiel That Girl, in a Love Triangle C7AloisXReaderXCiel That Girl, in a Love Triangle C72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ball was in less than 6 hours and you and (Friend Name) had everything they needed to be prepared for it. Dress, their own hair stylist (aka Hannah), and oh... Yours truly escorting you.
Wait, what did you say?
The ball was in less than 6 hours...
The ball was in...less than 6 hours...
SON OF A-
Are you kidding me?! How are you suppose to act?! You've never been to a ball before really besides your own "prom" but that doesn't count. A ball is more fancy than that prom. Besides the prom was [insert theme here] and a ball is probably flat out fancy. You got butterflies as you panicked.
You were back in your guest room with your partner in crime (Friend Name) just hanging out and doing whatever until it was time to go. You could've taken Claude's offer on a tour of the manor but you declined because the heels you tried on in the store killed your feet. Alois made you walk at least ONE aisle before you could take them off because he wanted to make sure "you didn't change
Happy BirthdayThis is not a poem.Happy Birthday2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's not even a story.
This is a simple observation.
Today I was on Facebook, a dangerously common occurrence for me. Borderline addiction, possibly. I looked to the right column where events and birthdays are posted, and noticed it was a friend's birthday. And I hesitated in saying anything.
I hesitated to say happy birthday to a friend. Why?
Was it because we only had one community college class together a couple of years ago, so our friendship is little more than a past acquaintance that hasn't yet ceased to exist on a social media site?
Was it because I didn't have the time to type out those two simple words, perhaps even a dot of punctuation if I'm splurging on free time? The answer to this question is no, because even though I have a quiz tomorrow and two midterms next week, I was clearly distracted on Facebook nonetheless. Besides, I'm typing this now, and it's quite more extensive than a happy birthday.
Was it because I thought it would be awkward if he got
TSoYS Prolouge-Chapter 1 RevisedHi my name is Jack Mountain. Weird last name I know but it fits in the theme of the story. I am currently living in Yellowstone. Don't believe me? Well it's true. I am living in Yellowstone with wolves well I guess you can call them werewolves that can talk. I am now going to tell you how this all happened and so far living here has been great except for a few things, like the war we're fighting, well I wouldn't call it a war but I'll get to that later. So before where we begin I must ask, are you ready for an amazing story. I will now take you back to when I was living with my "other" family.TSoYS Prolouge-Chapter 1 Revised3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jack, get your ass downstairs this instant." My mom screamed from the bottom of the stairs. I tried to ignore her but I knew if I didn't listen she would send my father up to get me. I wasn't really the favorite in my family. They usually just ignore me when I try to talk to them and when they do acknowledge my existence it's usually because I did something wrong. I sometimes got beat
ShatteredHere I sitShattered11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching you smile away
And here I am
Alone once again, no one to see or hear
You stand high and mighty in the light
While I sit low in the darkness of your shadow
Everyone praises you and smiles
While everyone shuns and degrades me in your wake
You've no idea the pain you cause me
A tear rolls down my cheek
For every insult, swear, and look of disgust I get
A part of me shatters away
I am slowly being left alone with nothing
My heart is torn apart
I am alone
And you watch on, doing nothing
"Why won't you help me?!" I scream
But you seem not to hear the faintest of words that escape my lips
A slow smirk crosses your face
And you laugh with the utmost insanity
"You are nothing but a stepping stone, meant to be trodden upon and nothing more!" You shout
And more tears roll down my cheeks
As the last bit of my heart, my hope, my light
It's okay to be imperfectThe moonIt's okay to be imperfect1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear TeacherIn Year Seven:Dear Teacher1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my geography teacher.
I really hated you.
Loathed you too.
You gave me bad marks
And shouted at my larks.
You were the enemy.
In Year Eight:
You became my form tutor.
You were our fifth.
We were determined to
Break you like the others
And get onto the sixth.
In Year Nine:
You saw the angry red vents
Carved into my skin.
And I let you in.
In Year Ten:
I lost it all.
You were there,
Fighting for me.
You made me care
About my future.
In Year Eleven:
We made each other laugh.
And in the end
You weren’t just a teacher;
You were my friend.
IntrovertEveryone's tryingIntrovert1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to get out of
of their parents-
I'm here trying
to get out of
Sexual Offenderman -To Be Loved pt 1 Rose was walking to her home, hoping that nothing would pop out and grab her. She lived in an apartment that had was right next to a bar filled with drunk men, looking for woman to take to their place for the night.Sexual Offenderman -To Be Loved pt 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had been hearing things all day, as if someone was following her. She looks around her, seeing the little diner that was closed down for health precautions. She remembered going in and buying sweets before going to work. Sighing from the happy memory, she continued on to her home.
She was walking down an alley, a short cut to the back door of her apartment building, when she saw someone standing at the end of the alley.
Standing right by the back door, was what appeared to be an extremely tall man wearing a trench coat. Not being able to see much since the street light has been broken for months, she slowly made her way over to the back door, hoping that the man wouldn't notice her
A Vampire's CurseA Vampire's Curse11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Darren shoved open the wooden door and carried his paper coffee cup to the back of the room. It had become a ritual. Every Tuesday morning he would buy a large mocha at the kiosk on the corner and walk another two blocks to his early morning creative writing class. The class began at 5 in the morning and convened at 7, so the sun was usually just rising by the time he arrived at his one-room apartment. He slid into his normal seat at the back of the small classroom, next to the window and wiped the sleep from his eyes. The air conditioning blew directly on him, but he had grown used to it. It was a small price to pay for the perfect view of the plaza and of Rochelle Lonai. He shivered slightly from the cold and pulled his jacket collar up around his neck. Students gradually began to arrive and sat down in their designated seats around the room.
Rochelle sat in the second row, third over from the right, in between her two best friends Ciara Connelly and Kalena Genova. Darren w