The First Night - RyvardaThe First NightThe First Night - Ryvarda7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Story of Meadowsweet and Dandelion
The herd of hyksis sprawled across the sundappled clearing as the swollen sun blazed its final glory across the sky to the west. Led by a single, powerfully built buck, the dals slowly began settling in for the night. Gathered in small groups, some tore hungry mouthfuls of the rich summer grasses while others dipped graceful deer-like heads to taste the crystal waters of a rushing stream. Long, rabbity ears were constantly in motion, ever-alert for signs of danger. The broad-shouldered buck restlessly patrolled the perimeter of the makeshift camp, his impressive antlers lifted proudly, daring any to challenge his authority. At the edge of the clearing, where the forest began to creep in, a single silvery dal struck out with sharp hoofclaws, earning herself an incautious ground mouse for dinner. A few knobby-kneed kyfaws bleated playfully, foreheads butting against their mothers' bellies as they nursed, tails flickering in the fading
Iberis: The EndLoosestrife prowled along the river, nose to the ground. The herd had already settled into their new location, and it was about time he roamed this area to search for any herds that might be about. Perhaps he could make off with a dal or two. Juniper would be watching over his dals, making sure that none of them ran off.Iberis: The End8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So far, there had been no scents that were particularly interesting. He had scented some Hyksi further up, closer to the forest, but the scent was several days old and hadn't seemed to lead anywhere. All the same, it might mean that there was a herd about. He'd just have to keep looking, though it was obvious from the way they had managed to mask their trail that they were a cunning bunch. He would see where following the flow of the river would lead him.
The woods were getting thicker, and the beds of reeds thickened and grew more green. Loosestrife hissed through his teeth as the sodden ground tugged at his feet but he kept moving, panting slightly as a sudden wave o
You Save Me - RyvardaYou Save Me - Ryvarda7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You Save Me
A tale of Alder, Meadowsweet, and Dandelion
The sun was already peeking cheerfully through the leaves above him when Alder woke. Stiffly and slowly, the young buck eased himself to his feet, stretching out his long sinuous body, and shook the film of dew off his coat. Almost mechanically he began to shuffle over to where he knew there was a small stream and stopped by the bank, dipping his muzzle into it. The coolness of the liquid gave him new energy, putting paid to the last of his morning drowsiness, and he threw his head up, spattering droplets over his back, before plunging his whole face into the water.
They felt good, moments like these. They were small and rather far between, but when one happened he could almost remember to feel alive again.
And yet it was always moments like these that brought on fresh pangs, as the forgotten emotion reminded him why he had not felt properly lighthearted in so long. The loss of his dam was still a gaping wound, and h
February Haiku 09-1-February Haiku 096 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
flitting in the wind
the swallows are far from home
clothes fly by the dryer window,
backgrounds in a Roadrunner cartoon
trees paint their nails;
in cling film
of a snowman
by a girl in hot pants
not everything is black and white
buying frozen mince
in a knitted red jumper
windows in a block of flats
snow wilts into the mud;
squeezing under bridges;
roads fat with traffic
snowflakes on lashes
in the branches of trees
bent old men lost in the dark
in front of a cyclist;
diners fling crumbs
unsteady rhythm on the roof;
against the sky
ClaustrophobicClaustrophobic7 years ago in Horror More Like This
My hands are unable to remain silent for long. Through tortured blinks, their control slackens, and they start to screech against the surrounding walls. My brain follows their example – crying aloud for help, shouting at my body to stop running away.
My legs are twisting and turning, my eyes melting until all I can see is blackness; all I can feel are the sickening revulsions and unshakeable impulses that my body is enduring. The air gets tighter with every second that passes, compacting as the walls close in upon me like some sick gang with no motive but to quench their throats with my fear. Always, my legs and arms flail; jumping into the walls, the ceiling, the bed below me – leaping into the darkness in the hope that they’ll escape it.
The room smells of decay – a shiver-inducing scent akin to that of burning sulphur. My brain is still howling, a wolf begging for its companions – longing to be somewhere, anywhere that is safe.
Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
Contest: Naesala x LeanneContest: Naesala x Leanne6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was easy to spot at the camp, the utterly pristine figure surrounded by all of those warriors dirtied from battle. Her hair radiant, her clothes white, her entire aura more pure than he had ever been, even at birth. That would not deceive him, though, for after all of the years he had known her and even after all of their years apart, he knew that there was a seldom seen devilish side to Leanne. It was Naesalas favourite thing about herand though he hardly wanted to discourage his favourite part of Leanne, it had begun to be a very troublesome thing in the setting of warfare.
Leanne, my dear, Naesala said as he swooped his arm about her waist, his right wing n
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
Essay #1- Perceptions of Slash"Too Cool to be Gay"- Observations on a Particular Perception of Slash and Homosexual Characters in FandomEssay #1- Perceptions of Slash2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I'm going to start this right off by saying that this is not a defense or glorification of all writers or fans of slash. I know there are plenty of slash writers who will slash anything that moves, and that a good deal of slash fiction out there is pointless smut. Is there anything wrong with this? No, there isn't, though it is not how I choose to operate at all. There are plenty of shippers of heterosexual pairings who also write nothing but pointless smut, but the difference is that every person who likes heterosexual pairings in a fandom is generally not automatically lumped together with these people, the way that all slash fans frequently are. I am writing this essay from the perspective of a writer who likes slash, but also likes well-thought out writing of any kind. I have written and drawn a great dea
A Clockwork Orange OuttakesA CLOCKWORK ORANGE OUTTAKESA Clockwork Orange Outtakes8 years ago in Comedy More Like This
(Scene: At the underpass.)
STREET BUM: Can you...can you spare some cutter, me brothers? (Alex hits the street bum in the stomach with his cane. As the tramp goes sprawling, the Droogs laugh hysterically.)
DIRECTOR: (angrily) Alex, did you just hurt that man?
ALEX: (smiling "innocently") No, of course not, O Director! He's right as dodgers!
PETE: (aside to Alex) You're lying through your teeth, droogie...
ALEX (vexed): Look at him! He's fine! (The tramp is indeed not fine. He continues to scream & moan in pain, clutching his stomach as he rolls around on the ground.)
DIRECTOR: Somebody call the paramedics!
(CUT TO: As the street bum is placed into an ambulance & carried away, the Director confronts Alex.)
DIRECTOR (pissed off): I can't believe it, Alex! This is the
Fire Emblem 7-the MenRaven's hair is redFire Emblem 7-the Men9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Guy's clothes are blue
Sain is sweet
and Matthew is too
Heath's hair is awsome
Wil's just too cute
and you can't forget Nils
and his little flute
Canas is studious
Jaffar is so quiet
and for hector, the women
they'll start a riot
Renault's a bit older
Marcus is too
but that doesn't mean
the fangirls are few
Lucius is feminine
Pent's got a wife
It doesn't stop the fact
they're both sharp as a knife
and Rath is so fine
but kent of course
just seems to shine
I don't know much
about Karol and Hawkeye
but I know that they're hott
and that is no lie
but not like Barte
who's no where near
as cute as Dart
same as Legult
has no fault
Dorcas is not
to bad looking
but be sure to check
what Erk's got cooking!
In lieu of a SubpoenaTo my Neighbor,In lieu of a Subpoena7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Thank you for refraining from calling the police last night. I must admit (abstaining from any zealous, overreaching hyperboles) that we were slightly excitable during the time in question but boys will be boys, wont they? From the early days when we fling aerodynamically aligned mud pies to the day we graduate to flaming rolls of toilet paper, were still just boys attempting to emulate our ancient forefathers. Those early men who roamed across majestic safari plains, hunting strange and diverse mammals with crude tools, the first flairs of human design before we reached the higher echelons of the technology we know today. My friends and I were very touched that you likened us to these proud, upright figures in our shared history we are all truly primitive, grunting cavemen at heart arent we?
That being said, calling in the SWAT team was a little
My HeroHer friends,My Hero8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They've let her down,
And she's cried.
So many tears.
They fight so much,
And she's hurt.
She's such a wreck.
Isn't fair to her,
And she's cut
all down her arms.
A perfect girl,
Have you heard
Of one who is?
She has some hope.
Throw out her blades.
She tries so hard,
She's a hero
Who fights this pain.
He stood there, stunned...The door had no push/pull sign.He stood there, stunned...7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Can I Walk With You? :Frerard:You look really nice todayCan I Walk With You? :Frerard:7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Far from nice. Same clothes. Black, black, black. Dull and inconspicuous. He disagreed.
No, really, I mean it
He wished he had his body, that toned, lean body. That body composed of sun-kissed flesh and legs and arms and aaaaaaaabs and tattoos and- and- and everything. Perfect, sexy, oh-so angelic. Wonderful.
Can I walk home wth you?
Oh, God, he could. He could walk him home and maybe...maybe he could pretend to lose his balance along the way and their hands would meet and their skin would touch and he could smell him and they would...they would...
...It's valentines day
He knew that. But it sounded nice, sad almost, when he said it. The sound was like an angel laughing. So sweet and sad and beautiful it was almost golden.
I don't have anyone...to be valentines with
His heart swelled slightly, the blood feeling beautiful and dense inside the organ, the walls of his insi
Go For It Chap. 18im so afraidGo For It Chap. 186 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thompson? Youre next.
ohgodohgodohgod i cant stop shaking makeitstopplease
im so scared someone help me anyone anyone
Miller? Jayna Mill- oh, there you are its your turn downthehalltotheleft.
it hurts please stop im gonna throw up again dont let me throw up again
Gerard stop bitingonyourfinger."
Way? Gerard Way?
Okay Gerard- stop fighting me- comeonletsgo
I cant do this.
Frank was sure he had suffered a heart attack. A sound like a chainsaw chopping its way through a thick log jolted him from his sleep and startled him so intensely that Frank, upon awakening, thought he might just have been attacked by a maniac with some large motorized weapon. The heavy buzzing stopped for about half a second, then started again. Frank flipped over in his bed and blindly reached out onto the dresser next to his bed. His fingers clawed against the wood, knocking over his alar
Teachers to the DeadWhile we slept,Teachers to the Dead7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like this one belongs to me. Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know theyre dead. Its
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
(we are too kind
to show that we are more alive without them
that losing them
Buried Treasure...Don't know how it hapenned or how it came,Buried Treasure...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For once in my life I don't feel the same,
A life full of sadness, hate, and regret,
A life so horrible, I'd rather forget,
I feel better now, my life's lookin' up,
And I wander my path with a half-full cup,
I feel I'm in shock, it can't be true,
I feel so good, what do I do,
Full of joy, finally I smile,
Hope this lasts at least awhile,
Found a new life, found new dreams,
My life is wonderful, or so it seems....
Frerard:TRUE E HOLLYWOOD STORYFRERARD: The Greatest, Truest Story Ever WrittenFrerard:TRUE E HOLLYWOOD STORY6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a young pokemaster named Gerard Way-Catchemall! He was destined to capture all the poke-slasha-mon in the world! But there was only one problem: his rival, Frank Iero-YouteachmeandIllteachyou! Gerard had trained his pokemon far and wide, teaching them with love and pokeberries! But would he be strong enough?! Because not only did he hate Frank Iero-YouteachmeandIllteachyou, but he also loved him because of his sexiness and the way his hair gleamed in the shining reflection of a cliché fanfiction! But his parents were homophobes despite the fact that if they were they would obviously have a problem with their son randomly making out with guys on stages and having girls write sexy-time fanfictions about them! WILL HE PREVIAL?!
NEXT TIME ON: THE ADVENTURES OF POKE-SLASHA-MON!
Its been two years since Gerard Way-Catchema
Soap and CigarettesEnvy burns inside my brainSoap and Cigarettes7 years ago in Other More Like This
Eating at me once again
Agony is what will remain
And I can endure no more
Like jagged thorns and coarse barbed wire
Gnawing with a hate like fire
And despite all I desire
I can withstand no more
The smell of soap and cigarettes
Ebony and deep regrets
A softly-spoken marrionette
I can feel no more
Despite the fact that I am lonely
and, in fact, you are the only
creature who has dared to know me
I can be no more
Behind me queasy, uneasy smile
Like a helpless, lonely child
I try to speak out, "Stay a while"
But you will hear no more
A painful heart within stays broken
Like a thought that's not yet spoken
Close my eyes and never open
Because I am no more
Coffee ::Frerard::For Kaii-chanCoffee ::Frerard::6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He doesnt have any ideas today. Its just a day where instead of the inside of his head being a limitless, immaculate blue that extends towards infinite space, its just grey. The kind of grey that must come because without it, that beautiful, endless sky would mean hardly anything at all. And its not that it hurts, but just that it is dull and his ideas are behind that grey- the grey that seems so thin that it is as if a membrane of dullness was stretched over where his ideas used to be. And, he wasnt going to admit this to anyone but himself, he really didnt like the way he looked on that day. The greyness seemed to show through his skin as if it was a solid block of color beneath his thin exterior. He looked sort of dead and tired and his chopped, white hair was forced to be hidden under a black and grey striped beanie that he stole from his brother. He blinked, slowly, intentionally, and drummed his fingers on the table. People
StripEnvy rhymes with hate but envy is not hate. It slips on itself a mask, slips the rope behind its ears and the plastic over its face but it's still not hate.Strip6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I envy you. I envy you so deeply and powerfully that I want to carve it into myself, to let the flesh know that the mind is suffering. And I want what you've got. Because you've got everything and I'll be damned if you don't know it. You're wonderful and I don't understand why.
I don't hate you, but I envy you and it doesn't feel any different. I tripped and fell for what you have, slipped and clawed but you held on, grasped it in your hands, and I want your skin to break and I want you to bleed but you won't. You can't because you have what I want and it keeps you safe. I know if you let it slip like purple-silver silk between your fingers I'd catch it. I'd catch it and I wouldn't think I hated you anymore.
So let it slip. Stumble for me and let me have it. Let it float against my fingertips and I promise I won't hate you. Let the
AdynatonTen THOUSAND yearsAdynaton7 years ago in Other More Like This
Waiting waiting waiting
Sick to the point of death
Need you God I need you
six thousand four hundred
One hundred thousand and fifty seven
Wanted what you just can't have
Can't have it 'cause it's over
Understanding GraffitiUnderstanding Graffiti8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Understanding Graffiti: Learn To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb
An essay by Benjamin Alldridge
Choke train buffers like a head-locked Ed Koch
Nurture the craft of concrete visionaries
Cave painters screaming "Loosen the cuffs!"
Cave paintings get the natural history feather dust
Pick a lust.
Aesop Rock really says it best with those lyrics right there, and sums up the general mentality of society towards the Graffiti community as a whole. Throughout this article we'll investigate why that is, and even more importantly to the population at large, ways to try and make its existence as pleasant as possible. After all, art will always have some place in society, no matter what form it takes.
Before we go any further, let's actually set down some basis for what we mean when we use the term "Graffiti". For the majority of people who use the term, it will take the form of the general definition, as follows: ".. the illegal or unauthorized defacing of a b