Hyapin BioBreed name: HyapinHyapin Bio4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Life span: 30-35 years
Hyapins' muzzles are short and broad, filled with sharp teeth, giving them bone-crushing power. Long, powerful legs ending in three toes on each make them efficient travelers and hunters. A "thumb" claw on the front paws give Hyapins the ability to tackle and hold down their prey more easily. Their bodies are lean, flexible, and muscled, able to let them run for miles without tiring. All Hyapins have a "mask" on their faces.
A ridge of fur, or mane, runs from the forehead to the front of the shoulders, giving Hyapins extra protection from enemies that try to go for the back of the neck. This mane can fluff itself up at will, depending on a Hyapin's emotion. The manes, along with the long ears, are very expressive. Hyapins generally have ears about a foot long by adulthood, but many a Hyapin has gotten its ear ripped or torn in battles. The tail,
The Dragon MechanicThe door was locked.The Dragon Mechanic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Septimer had vague memories of being six, curled up in her uncle's lap while he sat at his great big ink-stained writing table and sketched out diagrams of gears and machines and dragons. His clothes smelled subtly of car exhaust and molten metal, but it was a smell she loved because it was her uncle's smell. In his dim study, the only light was that of his tall desk lamp and Loki's red eyes, like dying embers, burning faintly in the shadows at the back of the room. Her great mechanical heartbeat filled the room with a slow, deep, steady pulse.
While her uncle worked and Septimer watched, her eyes barely peeking over the rim of the desk, he would tell her of how Loki's namesake, a trickster god of Norse mythology, wrapped himself in a cloak of feathers and flew to the ends of the earth in search of Thor's hammer. She dreamt endlessly of climbing onto Loki's back and sitting just between the giant's beating wings, wrapping her arms around his neck while the wo
One of the Real PoetsTonight I'm goingOne of the Real Poets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be one of the real poets.
I'm going to go out on the town,
collecting tavern wisdom,
and weave my way back
with some weighted words waiting
to clumsily clatter
onto my keyboard, from line
to line, to line, to line,
and maybe they'll be brilliant,
and maybe they'll be emotional,
and maybe they'll even make sense
to someone other than me.
SkinnydippingMy love for you is like the Amazon,Skinnydipping5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
longer than any other,
deeper than conscious thought,
and filled with vicious, hungry piranhas.
A Little RevolutionIt smells of candy dust in here. Gum wrappers shine bright blue and pink in a line of light that sneaks through the cardboard on the windows. Ira Stein puts a finger to his lips:A Little Revolution5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
shh. . . he says, tell no one.
There are alien wars frozen on the shelves under magazine titles made of laser-beams. But we ignore the comic-books, because Ira tells better stories.
shhhh. . . he says, because no-one will understand. Our little secret, yeah?
In the classroom there is Plexiglas in the windows instead of real glass. It gets scratched. We scratch our names in it. The yellow desks are bunched up next to each other in groups, their surfaces soft with pencil-lead scribbles that come off on our forearms and spread black to our faces from our hands. Sarah draws a heart on her desk and inside it says I+A. Nicky says that is gross and not the way to think abo
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority
Audition RulesALL FORMS OF MEDIA WELCOME! This includes short story, illustrated story, comic, animation, radio show, video, etc. Auditions are open from now until September 1st, 2012. Please read the information below carefully on how to apply! If you have any questions, check the F.A.Q!Audition Rules2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boredom IIA blank, empty space,Boredom II3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a mark in the place.
I cannot tell if it is black or white
And it feels as if all is not right.
Perhaps it is gray
For it most definitely seems that way.
All I can feel and hear is a buzz
And see not even a spec of fuzz.
Where, o' where, could I possibly be!
I run and I run but cannot break free.
Trying to think
I'm almost on the brink
Of breaking through this insufferable nothingness
And reaching happiness.
Just one small push
That's all I need.
BoredomI am trappedBoredom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within these ambiguous walls,
Forever to remain
Blank-minded and ignorant.
What can I do to break free from these chains?
To bring the color back,
And the music to sing,
To unleash what has served me,
From summer 'till spring.
Oh whatever can I do
To escape this ugly suffocating cage?
To be free again,
Would be a wonderful thing.
To reveal what I think and imagine,
I must climb these walls
And join my friends again
In our endless game (of make-believe).
SetariSetari3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Setari Kyoka Pendragon
Date of birth: 21st July 1991
Powers: Empathy, Healing, Illusions
Accent: Barely-there British accent
Language spoken: English
Other languages known: German, Japanese, Old English.
Type of voice: Smooth, moderate pitch, not very feminine.
Height: 5 foot 6 inches
Weight: 7 stone 13 pounds
Eye colour: Grey-green, but she wears pink contacts
Skin colour: Pale honey colour
Distinguishing features: A multitude of scars, and the gods mark on the back of left hand in silver.
Build of body: Slender, lean and toned.
Hair colour: Shock white
Hair style: Short and choppy, about ear length. She cut it herself.
Posture: Always tense, but hides it well with a slight slouch.
Burn In HellBurningBurn In Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning up from within
Burning up in my sin
A heart left in doubt
As I'm living without
The only love that I've known
Think you've set me free
But I'll never be
As I wander through hell all alone
I know all the lies
The devil denies
When his house I've called my home
So you're nothing new
Though try as you do
To add to the flames that I roam
For the fire inside
Too long I've denied
For a love you never returned
My light is released
Your love now deceased
As I know it was your soul that burned
Burning up in your sin
We Will Make ItThrough the twists and turnsWe Will Make It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The harsh path of life
I know you will always be with me.
I know that
What we have is true and
We will make it.
No matter what <3
SmileI've known the joysSmile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of love and peace
And set them free
In hope's release
That I might share
With all mankind
All of the dreams
That I might find
Within our hearts
Within our souls
Between the realms
That fate controls
Beyond the hopes
Where dreams come true
When in my dreams
My friend, is you
With a smile
Xmas Is Not A DateIt's that merry time of yearXmas Is Not A Date3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When to all we wish some joy
And no matter what your age
In each heart a girl or boy
Is allowed to play once more
To free the child within
But soon the day will end
With a year to wait again
How sad that year must be
With the child locked away
The laughter you won't hear
The games you'll never play
So I challenge one and all
To celebrate each day
To let the child come out
And in your life to stay
For joy should know no age
When time is not your guide
And every day is xmas
If you love the child inside
No 24 - O RLYLiliana flipped through the dictionary, her blue eyes scanning the pages. 'L...M...N...O!' She ran a hand through her blonde hair as she skimmed the entry. For a good hour now, Lili had been trying to find this definition, and it was driving her crazy that she was coming up with no results.No 24 - O RLY3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're stressing again, Lili-senpai," a timid voice said from behind her. Lili turned to see a white haired cat girl standing there with a cup of tea. "Please try to relax," she requested, walking to the table and setting the tea down.
Lili smiled. "Thanks, Yuki." She took a sip of the sweet herbal tea, then said, "I'm all right, I promise. I'm not stressing out, I'm just looking for a word definition." She turned back to the dictionary and flipped a page. "Although I'm not having any luck with it."
"What's the word?" the neko Yuki asked, leaning over Lili's shoulder to look at the page.
"Orly. I was looking through Cat's 100 Prompts list to see what she had planned for us and I saw a
The Beauty Of ThornsThere is nothing so sadThe Beauty Of Thorns3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a rose without thorns
When within such a thought
The whole world mourns
The loss of the pain
To the beauty in contrast
Like a tear in the eye
Of true love to the last
For without such a tear
Would it mean just as much
Would that love be the same
Would you long for its touch
When within all the pain
Pure joy can be found
And the soul to the body
No longer is bound
So to hell with the rose
Whose thorns it denies
When within all those thorns
Its true beauty lies
Everyone wants a second chanceI sat there looking out into the vast sunset,Everyone wants a second chance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying to myself yet again, I couldn't help but smile,
I tried not to regret, the things I could not forget,
The things I could not have all the while,
I sat there and watched the waves while scratching my head,
Crying on the inside yet again, I couldn't hold back that one tear,
Questioning the choices I made in life, the path I had tread,
Because optimism was always my forté, and now everything was so unclear,
I sat there head tucked between my knees,
Envying everyone around me yet again, I couldn't help but hate,
Tens of thousands of faces had walked past me, as if just a breeze,
I couldn't talk let alone whimper, a hand reaching out would have been great,
I stood on the edge of the cliff with my eyes closed,
Washing away everything inside me yet again, I couldn't help but jump,
A pencil and a piece of paper was how I let all my emotions go,
Emotions bottled up for years, forming into a decrepit lump.
My Wings"Antonio, stop."My Wings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But Rox, I-"
"No. I've had just about enough out of you!"
"Sweetheart, please! You've got to listen to me!"
"That's all I've ever done! I've sat, I've listened, and I've been used in more ways than one!"
"Ohh, and do I love those other ways...~"
"And there you go again! Ugh!"
Roxie finally snapped, giving me her back as once again we got into one of our oddball fights. "Roxanne, please..." I walked over to her, trying to place my hand on her shoulder before she suddenly pulled away, "Do NOT touch me right now." She snapped, causing me to take a step back and stand like the good boy I could be.
"But sweetheart, you know I'm just kidding!"
"And boy am I TIRED of your kidding around!" She huffed, jabbing her bony finger into my chest, "All it ever is with you is Sex, Fight, Food, and Sex! Do you ever really sit and listen to me? Or are you just waiting to throw me back on to your bed, or whatever closest room with a lock there is!?"
I groaned, rubbing my temples,
Joker vs. Edward: A ComparisonSeries:Joker vs. Edward: A Comparison4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TJ: BATMAN franchise. He's the top villain of Batman.
EC: TWILIGHT franchise. He's a sparkly vampire who falls in love with a human
TJ: Relies on bright colors, particularly violet and green. In the comics, he falls into a vat of acid, giving him a white, bleached face, green hair and blood-red lips. In THE DARK KNIGHT, it's just make-up and hair dye.
EC: Almost pure-white skin and sparkles in the sunlight. His hair color is a honey color, and likes to wear dark colors such as black or gray.
Claim to Fame:
TJ: The Joker is an insane, psychopathic clown-like villain, clearly original. He does incredibly cruel things without thought, such as killing children and cutting smiles into their faces. Even though he's insane, he's pretty smart. He makes his own bombs from scratch, and even though he just improvises when it comes to evil schemes, he almost always pwns Batman. And even when he's locked up in Arkham Asylum, he manages to escape at will. Every time.
EC: Edward s
My Wife's MurdererI wasn't quite sure what I was doing. I had...let my anger and fear just take over me. I killed more than I can count, and harmed more than I can imagine, to the point...I had hurt one of my children on the process.My Wife's Murderer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But I didn't know what else to do.
I felt empty.
I felt betrayed.
I felt like the world had turned its back on me...and I was that one child simply screaming and kicking for attention.
Yet, I couldn't help it.
I was sitting in my room; in my bed, to be exact. Theodore was neatly snuggled up against my side, his head neatly tucked in the crook between my shoulder and neck; his arms clinging around my neck. Shiloh was curled up against my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around my left arm; she had a very light snore. Mag slept on my chest; her head remained tucked beneath my chin, slowly rising and lowering along with my chest as I breathed.
I couldn't really sleep. After what had happened, my insomnia simply took over and wouldn't let me sleep for weeks at a time. I was afra
.:2009:.- I improved my art beyond my belief..:2009:.4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
- I met wonderful people
- I knew what it was like to truly go head over heels
- I knew what it felt when your world begun to crumble
- I knew what it felt like to have your friends support your all the way
- I knew what it felt like to reunite with an old, beloved friend
- I knew what it felt like to have true friends
- I realized who my real friends were
- I realized how important she was to me
- I realized how much I'm willing to give up for her
- I came close to people I never thought would give me the time of day
- I realized that people think higher of me than what I think of myself
- I realized how funny people think I am
- I realized that, no matter what, someone out there will always care
- I realized how much people really love me
- I realized...how hard I'm willing to try to make it work
That the world isn't as dark a place as I once thought it was.
So long, 2009.
I will always keep fond memories of you.
It's a play for total psychos(This play has no title. Sorry.)It's a play for total psychos4 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Abigail Jones- Protagonist. Abigail is a well mannered young woman who enjoys the company of other people. She discovered her knack for serial killing when she poisoned her first husband, a crime for which she was never convicted. She has a great (bordering on obsessive) eye for detail and a promising career ahead of her as a hired assassin. By day, she works as a secretary. Her disastrous first marriage has given her a slight phobia of commitment.
Polly Williams- Abigails best friend. Polly is the daughter of a former employer of Abigails and the only person who knows about Abigails second job. She is the kind of friend who likes to play matchmaker and is constantly trying to set Abigail up with various men. Her favourite hobby is nosing around in other peoples business.
Present day, The City. The set is fairly simple and not realistic, but can be changed according to the directors personal
you're mean to medo you hate me?you're mean to me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you said you were my friend,
but now that you're gone
you never talk to me
you treat me like crap
I was your friend
I never would've hated you
I was there for you when you cried
but yet you still seem to hate me.
I deal with you
even when you're an asshole to me
I'll always be there for you.
don't you realize yet,
that I'm your friend?