The balad of the Last CentaurThe balad of the Last Centaur5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ballad of the Last Centaur
I looked to the stars but I never could trace
What on earth had become of the rest of my race
I concluded that I was the last of my line
With the trunk of a man and the rest equestrine.
Two hearts beat within me, below and above
In a solitary thing with no other to love,
so I kept to myself in the wood's dappled shade
and I hunted alone with my bow and my blade.
One day there came a sound, the coarse voices of men
who had come to the wild, passing close to my den;
And a hostage they had- the fair child of a lord-
Whom they'd taken, forsooth, to demand some reward.
And it troubled me much when I heard their chief say
what they would do to her, should her father not pay,
And the next thing I knew my straight arrow was flying-
The brute was unhorsed and down in the dirt dying;
I seized then my chance and at them I was rushing
Somehow wielding a branch, skulls and helmets for crushing.
My crude cudgel whirled, and my front hooves they flailed
kicking and wind
Ivy and Wine: Headrush part 6Ivy and Wine: Headrush part 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aster swallowed again. A sweetness lingered on her tongue, perhaps a remnant of satisfaction so long waited for. "She was lucky, wasn't she?"
Dionysus chuckled as he took the empty cup from her. "Incredibly. My guess is that if we never stopped by, that she would have likely thrown herself off that cliff moments later. Instead, she got everything in the world she could have ever wanted."
"I almost would have like to have seen more from her," Aster noted.
"As you said yourself, Lysandra is young still, at least in maenad terms. The story has not fully left her lips, and even if it was, it is like the wine itself--it gets better if you let it age," the god explained.
Aster tried her best to puzzle out what exactly that could mean, but eventually gave up. "I'm afraid I don't think I understand that, but I trust you do."
"In good time," he answered simply. "So, do you feel better now that you've seen how the others became as you are now?"
Aster sighed. She was grateful to know the things s
TFAV Drab05 RP Seeking AnswersTFAV Drab05 RP Seeking Answers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's right. That is what a soldier is all about, yes they go to war, yes they have to end people's lives for the greater good, but is it really for peace or is it a political reason these people need to die? I was told by an old general a while ago that he would rather live in a world without the need for generals, soldiers, or wars."
Victor Keys, when talking to James McAlister about the dangers that await humanity in the inevitable upcoming war and about his scar that defines him as one of the McAlisters.
Year 2009 A.D._
Residence of Matthew Chagon_
One year ago_
(The events of this Roleplay takes place after TFAV Russian Roulette [Parts 1, 2 and 3] and before TFAV Aftermath.)
~Talamone, a small Italian town in Italy, One year ago~
~ The silver-white Lamborigini Reventon sped through the streets of Italy; leaving a maelstrom of dust and air currents in its wake. ~
Victor: [comlink] Ah yes...I have having a meeting
Fairy TeaFairy Tea4 years ago in Settings More Like This
*Words Printed to right of ingredients are to be said as herbs are added to the pot.
*words printed following the ingredients are to be said before drinking the tea.
3 tsp. black tea Black for strength
1 tsp. Chamomile Then apple of night;
2 tsp. dandelion root Wild grown root;
1 tsp. elder flower And Lady's blessing.
1 tsp. hops Hops for joy;
2 tsp. mullein Then between the worlds;
2 tsp. raspberry leaf Tangle of bramble and fairy knots;
2 tsp. rose hips Kissed with love,
Brewed to invite the Fair Folk to Tea
Too close trio part 2Too close trio part 27 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
At Suichiros apartment, the three friends dealt with their situation. After more than an hour of becoming fused, the fairy starts to run out of ideas. Melanie is sitting on the couch giving a quick course on magic hand moves to her friends.
No Ishy, turn your wrist the other way. Erica, I told you to extend your fingers and move them slowly Melanie explains them while turning her head to both sides.
Me tired of this! Erica replies upset Dont have long and skinny fingers like humans Me cant do it!
Mel, why dont you try to move your hands? Maybe the spell could work even if they are in the limbo Ishy quickly asks Melanie.
Ive been doing that for the last hour, Ishy. Is no use, we cant break the spell like this, we have to think of other way Melanie exclaims as she lay back on the couch.
We? This is your fault. Me tired of magic practice Erica replies while picking up the r
the whale in the skythe whale in the sky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was walking home when I saw it. The whale in the sky. It was just for a moment, a brief flash of the way it danced through the clouds, majestic tail swishing up and down as it propelled itself along through cumulus and stratocumulus. Oh how the cotton candy clouds ran free over its wing-like fins and caressed its skin in wisps of delicate air. I stopped and stared at its underbelly, the giant blue whale in the sky, and stared until it vanished into a white hub of water vapour almost as if it hadn't existed at all. Truthfully, it had been like a little grey cloud against the canvas of blue and white pasted, a tiny little blip of nature, and no one else even noticed it. But I knew.
It was the whale in the sky.
That night there was a knock at the window. A tap tap tap so delicate I imagined it. But then it tap tap tapped again and I had to wake up. So I opened my eyes and there she was, at the window, tapping a fingernail against the glass with a smile on her
Its a Puppy's LifeIts a Puppy's Life9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The group of farmers stood in a circle around the cowering puppy that had crawled out of the forest. The puppy was a fluffy white thing, and very small, with brilliant golden eyes. The white fur was not why they stared though; it was the odd red markings in his muzzle and the crescent moon on the pup's forehead that had them curious.
"Never saw a dog looked like this before." One young man said as he knelt and stared into the frightened pup's eyes.
"Me neither. Those eyes are sorta creepy. They don't look right, somehow." The puppy whined, as if it understood them and backed away from the men who were talking.
"Hey you're scaring the poor thing…" said a little girl as she knelt and held her hand out to the puppy. Its long ears flattened to its head but it sniffed and crept closer to her. Her wide brown eyes sparkled with a kindly curiosity as she stroked the puppy's silk soft fur. She smiled at the lost puppy and was rewarded with a soft little tongue licking her fingers. However a lar
Fairies.Fairies.Fairies.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
' They are here ...
Skippin in the pale moonlight, sleeping among the trees.
Among the misty, cold night.
Something is blinking in the dark, small, fragile light.
Flutter of a butterfly's wings, gold dust.
You can see something out of the corner of your eye.
No, I saw something.
They exist when you believe. '
"life support""life support"10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is shutting down. No one else sees it, because the foam pets are selling nicely. The goldfish are being won. They are playing "Stairway to Heaven" yet again on the Fire Loop. Appealing to the masses.
When she says to me, "the sun is setting," I already know. I close one eye, aim and shoot. Its yellow, dead body loosens its grip on the sky and starts to drop.
"Probably," she says, "no one else is even watching."
I really, truly know what she means, but making words out of a feeling is impossible.
"What... the hell... are people doing?" I ask finally.
The people below us are moving from ride to ride like obnoxious trick-or-treaters. Getting what they want and moving on brainlessly. It's hard to look at something as beautiful as a sunset and not think about all the idiots missing out.
"I couldn't say. Digging their own graves, perhaps? Or throwing up? Or taking pictures in the photobooth?"
"There's a photobooth here?"
My weak spot, but I won't say anything.
Ode to a ChuzzleOde to a Chuzzle9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ode to a chuzzle
to where art thou gone?
instead of being where I left thee
It seems you have moved on
I quested for your happiness
I grouped you with some friends
but now it seems I have destroyed you
How could I begin to make amends?
Sometimes your smarmy attitude
Makes me a bit annoyed
But believe me, my dear chuzzle
I did not intend you for the Void
Although you roll your eyes at me
When I'm slow with my next move
I can't get enough of your fuzzy ways
nor of your fuzzy groove
But, my dear fuzzball chuzzle
To where art thou gone?
Instead of being where I left thee
It seems you have moved on
Do you go into the bottle
and later sold to stores?
Perhaps sold as a compound
meant to polish floors?
Or do you go to greater purpose, perhaps
to The Great Chuzzle in the Sky?
Tell me, my darling ball of fluff...
Where do Chuzzles go to die?
Wolf in Sheep's ClothingWolf in Sheep's Clothing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little prey, so weak and naive. Do not run as I tread closer. Remain blissful and ignorant. I am no fiend, nothing to fear. Ignore my sharp teeth and menacing growls. I am merely one of you.
Or at least, that is what I will make you believe.
Anastasia gripped her arms tightly as she walked. New York City was cold tonight. Colder than usual. Perhaps the gods were mocking her, for her idiotic behaviour, but that was unlikely. The only gods that ever paid her a split second of attention was her father and his nephew, Morpheus.
She rather the second have a taste for older women...
She could not help but regret running from Silas's home. Another fight that had escalated to her bursting into tears. She couldn't accept his comforting because his arms only made her body colder.
However, his house did the opposite.
She felt tempted to turn around and go back. Silas wouldn't be angry, in fact he would probably be relieved. But by the gods she wanted to hurt him and doing this d
In Xion's Defense: Perspective of a Non-FanThe fourteenth member of Organization XIII. A recolor of one of the main characters. Best buddies with Roxas and Axel. Can wield a keyblade like Roxas. Friends bend over backwards to help her. No prior indication of her existence. Even gets a tragic death scene. If you play Kingdom Hearts, I think you know who we're talking about here. Mainly because it's sort of in the title.In Xion's Defense: Perspective of a Non-Fan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Xion. Or Xarmy Sue, as people like to call her. Let's not beat around the bush here; Xion is the embodiment of just about every Organization Sue in existence, for all the reasons stated above. People need not look any further for reasons to hate her.
So they stop where they are, refusing to look any deeper.
Make no mistake, people, my hatred for Mary Sues is on a level few people can reach. Borderline unhealthy, I'd say. I recall vivid memories of all the loathing d
The Surfer and the Merman CH 30The Surfer and the Merman CH 302 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hart, lost in thought, stood behind the wheel of his ship. He didn't need to steer, so his hands lay rested on the wheel. His crew was at work beneath him, making a lot of noise as they always do. To the right of him stood Ince, clothed in a white, loose dress. They had pillaged it earlier, but it was worthless up until this point. Once worn by Ince, it looked like it could have belonged to royalty. Hart admired him as Ince stared out into the horizon.
"What is on your mind?" Hart asked with a warm smile on his face.
Ince turned around to face him, his dress twirling in the process.
"My brother..." Ince began.
"You have siblings?" Hart questioned.
"I'm not sure. I do not remember having a family," Ince began to walk circles around Hart as he spoke, "but he was like a brother to me."
"Did something happen to him?"
"We got separated. The last time I saw him, we were being followed by your ship," Ince answered. Hart chuckled as he remembered how he had been chasing Ince, for he was so des
The Trick of RevengeIt had been years since it happened, since the young Digi-Destin was able to digivolve his Digimon into MagnaAngemon to send him into the Gate of Destiny but to him it felt like an eternity of waiting, waiting for a way to escape so he can finally get his revenge on the one young boy who did this to him, waiting until he the leader of the Dark Masters could return back to the Digital world, it was only a matter of time before the inedible happened, before the door way opened for him and he was set free so seek his revenge on the one who sent him to this prison, he knew what he was going to do.The Trick of Revenge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
T.K. sat on a the piece of a fallen tree with his partner Patamon resting on his white Bucket hat, today had so far been a busy day for the two of them as the group had split up to rebuild all the damage that the darker Digimon had caused. T.K looked to the crystal water in his bottle before pouring some of the clear liquid down his throat.
"Do you think the others would have finished by n
The Doubleback TwinsName: Melissa and Velissa DoublebackThe Doubleback Twins6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Species: Human (conjoined twins)
Hair: Black, done in a bun (Melissa) , short and spiked upward (Velissa)
Eyes: Forest green
Height: 5 9
Weight: about 230
Personality: Cheerful and friendly, usually talkative (Melissa) Grumpy and rude, usually quiet (Velissa)
Appearance: Usually in a turtleneck sweater (shows belly), pants, boots, bracelet on both wrists, rings on both middle fingers, earrings on the ears of both heads, right half of the outfit is yellow (Melissas side), left side of the outfit is red (Velissas side) accessories of right side are yellow and accessories on left side are red
Abilities: none, only a body that exceeds the human body limits a few times over.
Likes: Being nice, flowers, cute things, stuffed animals, the color yellow (Melissa), being alone, scaring people, disturbing things, collecting skulls, the color red (Velissa)
Dislikes: mean people, scary stuff (Meliss
Bound in WordsWriter's block is a pain to have, I know because I had so many before and this one was no different right? Well without it I wouldn't be able to tell you this story about the strange world of words and how sometimes a hobby can trap you and never let go.Bound in Words3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat at my laptop staring into the screen with the blank piece of paper in front of me trying desperately to come up with a good story but no matter how many ideas shifted through my mind I couldn't find the perfect one with all the images sprang through my mind but I felt none of them wouldn't fit in words.
I needed a break some time to relax; maybe inspiration would come to me if I did. I opened up my e-mail to discover tones of junk, chain letters, hackers, annoying comments and some from my mother, I started by binge of deleting each one banishing them to the depths of e-mail hell.
With nearly all the e-mails gone I stopped noticing one e-mail with the title 'For writers, from writer' a strange title yes but I felt compelled to he
Story Concept: RingmasterStory Concept: Ringmaster6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Description: The circus is everything. The surrounding towns and slums and villages and industrial metropolis Berceuse cater to it as onlookers and as curiosities. Every night (indistinguishable from evening since the sky is never unclouded in this place) the terrible and the wondrous are shown in the ring; freakish exiles displayed for the shadowy crowds amusement. The skillful perform, the deformed are exhibited, and the useless are maimed or even murdered for the delight of the spectators. Most in the circus desire any other lot then theirs, but its necessary to cater to the depraved desires of their handlers and the multitudes to earn room and board. Detractors are either kicked into the street to fend in a callous city or dangerous wilderness. Worse still they might be disciplined by the sinister Wardens, who rarely take unruly prisoners alive.
All proceedings are looking after by a rarely seen individual who wields the most power in all the surrounding land
Sing, You Tragedy, SingSing, You Tragedy, Sing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is breaking down
The colors are fading inside.
Even when she cries alone,
She still wears her smile.
Colors reflect her desire
All that she wants to be.
Give her a reason to grin
She will make others happy.
Alone she cries and screams, in vain
No one is listening to her.
When she is sad she hides her pain.
Will someone save her from torture?
Listen to her cries!
Sing, Raven, sing!
Free yourself from the world.
Make yourself happy again.
Listen to her wails!
Sing, Raven, sing!
Save yourself from this world.
Let yourself be happy again...
The darkness grows...
Colors fading fast...
Evil presence flows
through her past...
Sing, Raven, sing!
Save yourself now...
Show your being
Let it shine out...
The town can't handle it...
No one will understand...
The rules prevent it...
Follow what you planned...
Run away again.
Should've from the start.
Save your friends...
Guard all of your hearts...
Listen to her screams!
Save the world from yourself.
Sing, Raven, sing!
Protect their health...
SupriseAlex giggled as he was guided by his friend for being blindfolded he couldn't see where they were heading so he could only follow the sound of his friend's voice, today was a special day for him today for he had reached the big one eight, he can now cast away the shackles of childhood as now he was a full ledge man. He was quite excited for what his Welsh friend had planned even if he had no clue to what he has in store.Suprise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So come on what is it?" He asked, trying to peep through the barrier in front of his eyes, Lewis chuckled as he made sure Alex couldn't see.
"Now if I told you what's the bloody point in calling it a surprise, also stop being so cheeky and trying to look." He replied helping his blind friend down the stairway, "But look we're nearly there."
Alex continued to giggle lightly taking slow steps downwards; he could hear the sounds of each step echoing across the walls raising his curiosity. Soon he felt Lewis' hand pressed on his chest stopping him in his tracks.
Like It RoughPairings: Axel/RoxasLike It Rough3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lady Ga Ga Like It Rough: "Is it 'cuz you don't mean it, or because I don't feel it, unless it's rough?"
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring intently at the door. It was locked. Twisting the bed sheets underneath my hands, I wondered how long it would hold.
Axel was on his way. And he was furious.
Larxene and the others were out, leaving the house cold and empty. The silence hung heavy around me, a stifling false sense of calm that numbed my limbs and clouded my mind. I waited for him to arrive, and break my world into a million tiny pieces. Biting my lip, I pushed down the flutter of excitement that curled in my stomach. He was pissed.
An unfinished essay lay amongst the debris of crisp packets and scribbled notes. Unpaid bills written in angry red letters were pinned to the board above my bed. Normal, routine worries that easily fell into the background, because Axel knew I was leaving.
Story Concept: Jekyll and HydeStory Concept: Jekyll and Hyde4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
J/H: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
It is the 1880s, London England. Advances in science seem capable of manipulating the very fabric of nature. Prosperity is higher then ever before in human history and the affluence of the continent is awe-inspiring. However counterbalancing this is widespread poverty, disease, degradation of the under classes, crime, and wantonness among the idle rich to replace the forgotten virtues of the past. The European power seems supreme and all races flock to London to earn their way through industrial labor, but old prejudices and bad blood travel with them. London is diverse as it is elitist, as rich as it is poor. The heights of learning clash with hubris and disregard for the dignity of life and the spiritual guidance of the ancient church is flawed by pettiness in the ecclesiastical hierarchy while strange foreign cults practice their dark rituals in back allies and basements.
Into the midst of this tension and world of opposites
Lost episode: L.O.S.E episode 53Lost episode: L.O.S.E episode 5311 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm sharing this so i have a thought that someone might know what's going on or mite show me some sympathy for my stupidity, all this happened a week ago so I'll try to remember it the best I can.
To start from the beginning I had no cable, for almost a year we didn't have it so to enjoy the movies and shows I missed I got this thing called TV rabbit. So you know what I'm talking about, TV rabbit is a little flash drive little thing that you plug into your laptop or computer and you get free TV and movies to watch. It actually sounded too good to be true, but when your board and played Minecraft, and reading for 7 hours a day for the past 6 weeks you're going to want to try anything for entertainment.
So I got one for ten dollars, being a little skeptic at the price, but I took my laptop to the library and tried it using their WIFI. It wasn't the best thing I ever got, it cause my laptop to lag a lit
The Cabin Boy's Treasure .:Chapter One:.Chapter One: Sealed FateThe Cabin Boy's Treasure .:Chapter One:.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are many tales from the seven seas any many of them are told through the ages but some are forgotten, never told by fellow travellers or adventures and disappear to the bottom of the sea like so many lost ships. This is one of those tales that at first sound unbelievable but all I ask is for you to read on, this is the story about a young Cabin boy and how he came not across the greatest thing he'd set his eyes on, but also the greatest thing he loved.
Christopher never had it easy; sure he had dashing looks with his bushy black hair and emerald eyes and thin body but when it came to life it wasn't the best, he ran away from home at the young age of fourteen not wanting to follow in his father's footsteps of being a merchant staying in the same cluttered city all the time but instead he wanted to explore new places so the first ship he saw he got on, it was surprising to find that the Captain was considered one of the finest men in Britain Sir Albert Wins
SatedSated11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Sated, she said, and bowed to the grave
nodding her lips to the thin of the wind
"Now it is june. She is tired of being brave."
Always there, something of missing and him.
Aubades on morning like nebula sighs
clash with the porn star handshakes and slick lips.
Names of the angels so quick fall to rise.
Nothing to know her but broken fingertips.
She nods to the smile and turns eyes so austere.
But the rhyming part of this poem
run run she said to the boy.
run, run, auld songs, old songs.
take your helmet, take your
maybe and take your love and
the following is a
the left and
sides of my brain
there is a pool of oil
on the side of the static road
that i wore church clothes
to see and go