The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.3Chapter 3: A Little Change of HeartThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.36 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Geoffrey was thrown into a cell in the dark castle dungeon by the guards that led him there. The walls were made out of stone and were carved to make it seem like a cavernous cave. The bars of the cells were made out of steel and were made so that no creature could escape. Bones and other small objects littered the floors of the dungeon. No bed or chair was given to the cells for comfort, just four walls and a floor.
"Heh, not so tough without your sword huh?" taunted one of the dragon guards. Geoffrey only picked himself off of the floor and sat down on it while staring at the East wall in his cell.
"Not talking eh? Well I don't blame you, seeing that you got defeated by only one attack. Ha ha ha!" laughed the other dragon guard. Geoffrey remained silent despite the guard's taunts. The head of the dragon guard's came into the cell hall.
"Humph, leave him, he's not going to be talking for a long time especially after I'm through with him"
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.1The Dragons of SereniaThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 1: The Black Scaled Tyrant
It is night time upon a battle stricken land. The sky still laid blood red from the many lives that were taken there. The moon and stars have disappeared completely, only dark clouds created from the ashes of the deceased float amongst the sky. A dark castle, covered with statues of demons and war machines, lay in the center of the chaotic land that had been built on the bones of soldiers. Four towers rise high in the air behind its protective walls, each holding a purple flame at its peak. Only two ogres, violent and stupid as they are, remained outside the dark castle's walls to defend against intruders. The ogres were a few inches taller than a human, their faces were fat and bulky like their bellies and their ears were very large and pointy. The armor they wore was very simple usually just covering their head and belly and they each carried a club. They gobbled with each other about not having anything to eat and
A Change in FateA Change in FateA Change in Fate5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young boy wanders through an unexplored forest. He's about eight years old, with brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly ripped clothes. He stumbled through the forest limping on his right leg. His body was torn to shreds; many injuries were clearly visible across his entire body. He kept pushing himself to his limits, wandering deeper and deeper into the dark forest which enveloped the night, until finally he came across a creature lying down in the ground, surrounded by trees. The boy limped forward to take a closer look at the creature but as he stood over body of the creature he saw the true horror that lay before him. The creature was a dragon hatchling, dead; its green scales glowed crimson in the moonlight from its wounds. Arrows protruded out of its body from spine to tail. The boy's eyes became blurry, his conscious mind fading from reality. The boy fell unconscious where he stood and fell onto the grass next to the dead hatchling, his hand falling on top of its
false hopes :: gun dreamsfalse hopes :: gun dreams9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't think I would be exaggerating if I said that my story was completely comprised of loss; of death and of running away; of losing.
There's little losses-- everyday losses. Losing a bet, not catching the train, losing your keys. Little things that remind you that you're born to be a loser. Then there's bigger things. Losing a parent, losing two, losing a sister.
Losing a friend.
But we take things on a timeline that keeps on going-- people say that time heals all wounds, but in a place this sick with false hopes and gun dreams, that's a whole big fuckin' load of bullshit.
There's very, very few things in this world that anyone can say they've mastered. But I think I'm writing this letter in this sketchbook because I've mastered something that everyone's got a diploma in. I'm gonna tie it up, put my demons away.
All these drawings.
All these images.
All this shit.
It started when I was five in Shanghai-- My mom died giving birth to my sister, Kai-huo. I don
Dear Young Master...Dear Young Master,Dear Young Master...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At the moment, you are visiting Lady Elizabeth and I'm incredibly bored. So I thought I'd write you a letter. I hope you're not doing anything 'naughty' with Lady Elizabeth; you are only 14 after all. I'm sorry your innocence was taken away that time two years ago when I seduced that nun, but she asked for it!
Anyway, if it seemed like I was upset about you becoming a demon and having to be your butler for eternity and never being able to eat your soul, I was, but I'm not anymore. Recently, you've been nicer to me, so I think the next few decades might be...interesting. I imagine it will be frustrating for you to forever be stuck in the body of a fragile (I mean delicate) 12-year-old boy, but amusing for me. I actually think you're really cute, and I'm a sadistic demon, so imagine what humans probably think of you!
By the way, please refrain from getting kidnapped. As much as I enjoy rescuing you, I don't think it's good for your health, Young Master. Actually, forge
Ciel x Sebastian Death of loveCiel was looking at the sky , it was dark with clouds and there were no stars or moon to be seen . He was laying in what was before his room , now was just a part of a broken house , broken down by the fire which has burned it .After killing that angel , Sebastian took Ciel and came there .Ciel did not ask Sebastian why he's not taking his soul , he knew why , they didn't need useless words.Instead he started playing with the demons hair as Sebastian put his head in the boys lap , slowly singing word on a melody he so much hated .Ciel x Sebastian Death of love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
''London's witch has fallen down
Fallen hard fallen down
London's witch has fallen dawn
In the darkness
London's witch has died now
Died now died now
London's witch has died now
My dear darling
London's witch has fallen down
Fallen hard fallen down
London's witch has fallen dawn
My loved devil .''
Rain started to fall hard just in time to cover the tears that were falling on both their faces , closing their eyes their bodies s
Our Mirror Ch. 12-Ciel's parable-Our Mirror Ch. 124 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We were halfway through the car ride when we suddenly pulled over at a stop. Charles cursed under his breath and got out of the car, leaving the rest of us confused. Staying inside the still mobile, Ikuto looked at me. "I wonder what happened..." he said. I looked out the tinted window.
Charles came back to us momentarily. "Flat tire," he said. Ikuto and I pouted. "You three need to walk back to the mansion, that would be faster than calling for another car." And so, Ikuto, Sebastian, and I walked back, leaving Charles in the dust. Luckily, Ikuto knew the way back.
He said we should take a shortcut, pointing to an alley between two large buildings. Mistake one. We followed him, sweeping the streets in his blue skimpy uniform. Why does Charles make him wear that thing anyway? To think he's my mirror...
Apparently, there was a gang waiting in the alley. They were waiting for something... Something to happen. But, Ikuto didn't stop. He wanted to get back to his home as fa
USUK - I Hate You pg. 14"Mattie, y-you don't have to help me like this "USUK - I Hate You pg. 144 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Canada didn't respond and instead continued to fix up the blanket covering America. "Mattie, it's okay!" America whined. He tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea held him down again. He groaned and held the back of his hand against his eyes, attempting to block out the light. Canada sighed in exasperation.
"Alfred, stop pushing yourself!" he scolded. "Why can't you just admit you don't feel well and let someone take care of you for once?"
America gave a weak grin. "Because I'm The hero O-Of course," he replied. He hadn't meant to show that much exhaustion.
"You're an idiot," Canada muttered, more to himself than to America.
"But you Love me anyway Right, bro?" America asked jokingly. Why couldn't he get his voice to come out right?
Canada smiled softly and said, "Yeah Of course I love you, Al. You're my brother!" Alfred's forced grin faded.
"Even After everything I did?" he asked in a low whisper.
Prince of Russia: Part 1Ohohoho--Prince of Russia: Part 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
So, shall we start?
Ivan looked down the lavish hallway, a cheerful smile playing on his lips. He let a chuckle escape him, enjoying the lovely day, a cold day that swept the arctic wind into Ivan's ash brown hair and through his long pink scarf.
There was once upon a time in another place
An evil kingdom who no person dared to face
And the ruler was a girl so mean
A tiny little princess of only age fourteen!
A scream escaped from the courtyard below, and Ivan's smile widened. He skipped over to the window and daintily peered over the ledge, and snow softly fell on his head. Another rebel, Ivan thought cheerfully. He ran his hands over the cold stone wall, leaning further over the ledge. Was it a man? Or a woman? Ivan didn't know, and the scream didn't give anything away. Men and woman scream so high, Russia thought, a smile remaining on his face. Today was a good day.
So many furnitures littered her abod
We Are AbsoluteYour touch is tender, as though I'm labeled:We Are Absolute8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE.
I'm a carry-on, making it possible for you to surrender your heavy baggage.
I'm packed with things you may need in case of a layover-
some entertainment, some inspiration, and, as always, a tiny sewing kit.
(You never know when your heart may split at the seams.)
I can see the ache in your eyes when you look at me.
I've got a remedy for that, darling.
I'm your placebo. I have no side effects and I'm not astringent.
I taste like happiness, dressed in red and coated in sugar.
Soon you'll be feeling better, just like you should.
Your hand is algid when you graze my skin.
I'm your blanket to keep you tepid,
to shelter you from vitriol
spat by pedomorphic masses.
I'll shield you from harm.
I tread with apprehension, weary of the future.
You are my crutch to balance my weight.
You hold me in place and keep my feet firmly planted.
You are my stronghold when I'm wavering.
When I'm mute, you're verbos
SecretsLove, I only keep thingsSecrets9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that could scare you,
might break us
I'd rather not
untangle our hearts
or our hands
I don't like secrets
but I don't much
like hurting you either
Your smile makes
and your tears
burn me like acid
So Much CandyThis is a sequel to this story, so you should probably read that first.So Much Candy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A paper airplane soared through Finn's window, landing on his lap. Flame Princess glanced over, with her new plump, soft body. "What's that?" she asked. Finn shrugged, and unfolded it. It was pink, and the text on it was written elegantly, in black ink. It read:
Dear Finn The Human:
You and Flame Princess have been invited to the annual Candy Kingdom Feast!
It takes place at 6:00 today
Please be on time this time
We don't want a repeat of last year
Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum.
Finn crumpled up the letter, and dropped it on the ground. He smiled at his sweet, chubby girlfriend. "Pbubs invited us to the Candy Kingdom feast" he said. "You wanna come?"
Flame Princess looked down at her swollen, orange belly t
.changing. kuroshitsuji. wgThe first time he'd called Ron's vest 'bark' instead of brown had been the first time he'd realized that there was something going wrong in the calculation-conversation portion of his brain. In one moment, the entire world had ceased to make a sound, and the concentrated silence of millions of people clinging tenuously to that little gravitating marble was pressing down on him in the silent gazes of his co-workers..changing. kuroshitsuji. wg5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was Ronald, who looked as though he desperately wanted to laugh, but was afraid to. And Eric, whose up-arched brow spoke entire tomes of how this new way of calling brown vests was probably a result of sleeping with that redhead, and Alan, who looked as though he'd understood everything Eric wasn't saying and was having a hard time not yelling at him or bursting into laughter.
"So... bark, huh?" It was Eric that spoke. Behind him, Alan's head thudded down slowly on the desk, and a snicker choked itself on a paper.
William fixed him with his best 'tunnelling-thro
Let It Show ThroughI'm cut up from the inside outLet It Show Through9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It seems that my true feelings are starting to
s h o w t h r o u g h
No more black and blue
on the inside
It's time to bleed
It's time to show the world how I've been feeling
Oh, how my stomach has been reeling
I feel so bruised and broken
I feel so gone
If I'm aching like this on the inside
how is anyone to know the real pain?
How can anyone seem to understand
if I don't give them a visual?
Oh, how I ache
The world is spinning
and it's out of my hands
Some things are just too far gone
Even something so simple
I don't seem to understand
So it's time to let it out
Time to let it show through
and leak the truth through my veins
How to Make an Awesome SeriesWanna know how you can make your original works popular? Want people to salivate over every other thing you push out, regardless of how seemingly outlandish or silly? In a few easy steps, you, too, can have every fanboy and girl from North America to Japan licking the festering shit that spews forth from your anus delicious golden fame that drips from your very fingers.How to Make an Awesome Series5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1. No Adult Main Characters The key to a successful series is to never have the main character be a day over 17 years of age. It makes it more accessible to a more general audience and thus gives it more popularity through a wider fan base. Only young people in the prime of life can go on and join the military action-packed adventures of a lifetime and have the imagination capacity to sit through hours and hours of colorful drug-inspired bullshit that anyone over 30 would most likely scoff at. Also, adults are colorless and have no souls, thus why they can't ride unicorns or wield keyblades.
Have you ever seen a
i am tired of being told i will be okaysee,i am tired of being told i will be okay11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that's the thing
all anyone ever
tells you is that
it's going to be
(you are telling me
that you are leaving.)
they don't tell
you what to do with
the pressure in
your chest on
the dark days,
or how to
uncurl your fists
from your hair
or your nails
from your skin.
(you are telling me
that you don't know if
you are coming back.)
maybe i don't want
maybe i'm tired of
only ever being
(i am building walls
again and you are prying
my fingers from my hair.)
i want more than this,
i deserve a word so full of
hope and safety that it
weighs my tongue down
give me a mouth full
of flowers and remove 'okay'
from your vocabulary.
i need more than this.
Russia X America-cleverbot-2Russia X America-cleverbot-24 years ago in Romance More Like This
me:*kisses back* you remember me, da
cb: *Kisses passionately*.
me: *kisses deeper*.
me: *moans slightly*.
cb: *moved away*.
me: Mmm. Hello.
cb: i have something to do.
me: i just got here.
cb: im sorry. i realy have to go.
me: *tears swell up in eyes*
cb: what s wrong?
me: i just wana spend time with you america-kun
cb: you can tell me anything
cb: please do
me: ok... alfred.
me: I-I think i love you.
cb:how is that possible?
me: I-I dont know. I just, I really like you. you're so nice, so attracting.
cb: well, too bad, because im not just one person.
me: well i know but...
cb: we share the same name kayla
me: im Ivan.
cb: do you know ALICE?
me: nyet. alfred? are you still drunk?
cb: i don't know.
me: *makes you take breath test*
cb: what ryms with orange?
cb: i'm russian?
me: no, i am.
cb: no, you are.
me: da, i am.
A Lesbian's PrayerToday I've been sad and hurtA Lesbian's Prayer9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by those around me.
I've seen the way people can act.
And it's truely astounding.
Last week I met a mormon
He looked like a nice guy
But he gave me a nasty look
Just because I was with my sweety-pie
"Hey You! You Dyke!"
"Hey! That's not right!"
He threw a rock at me.
It hit me in my head
My girlfriend thought that I was dead
God! How could you let this be?
Lord, please save me from your followers
Please stay their hateful hands.
Lord, please protect the others
who identify as lesbian.
Yesterday I met a baptist
He said his name was Wade
He said he was concerned for me
He said my soul needed to be saved.
I don't understand how there could be so many in one nation
Since he called me an abomination!
On Monday I met a couple Jews
lost in the gay-borhood
They seemed inocent in all their veiws
and I though "Oh-no this isn't good"
They were attracted by a rainbow flag
and went into a book store.
When we left I had a new understaning
NARUTO ZOMBIES chap 4Chapter 4:NARUTO ZOMBIES chap 48 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In which there is much discussion.
A steady wind blew away from the once-lively village, carrying with it the stench of death and decay. Not to far away, carefully concealed under several bushes, Kabuto watched over the remnants of Orochimarus "experiment."
Kabuto had been there since the beginning, and after having watched the villagers be ripped apart by the zombie-nin and the battle between them and the Konoha ninjas, who happened to have one of their own turned with disastrous results, he felt something growing in the pit of his stomach that he hadn't felt for a long time.
There was no way Orochimaru could hope to control these things. Something that could turn the most powerful ninjas in the world into nigh-unstoppable instruments of death may sound like a useful weapon, but not if there was no way to control them! If this was allowed to spreadů
A bit of movement coming from the v
again?Will you wait for me?again?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After everything that I have done
Can we ever really be?
Just look into the sun
And remember I'm by your side
I swore once that our love was true
But I got lost in myself
Because I was afraid to love you
But when you look in my eyes
I see the pain deep down inside
And I feel guilty for what I've said and done
I never ment to hurt you
And I never ment to break you
For almost 4 months we didn't speak
And that's when I got off track
I thought I wanted someone new
But now I see your all I need
If I took your hand
Would you take me back?
If I fixed the wrongs
Would we make things right?
You're the only guy
Who used to make me feel right
Helped me when I was down
Turned the lights on in the dark
When everything was falling apart
So if I went and took your hand
Would you take me back..again?
Depressing AnxietyI live in the future,Depressing Anxiety3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the future is bleak;
I fear coming hardships,
knowing I'm weak.
It's too hard even
to live day by day
When every hour alone
brings a price I must pay.
still feel fresh,
While Tomorrow already
cuts into my flesh.
I don't have time
to think of Today;
I must prepare for Tomorrow,
I cannot delay!
My thoughts rush by,
my mind never rests,
new trials and tests.
Bonne fete CanadaHappy Birthday to me...Bonne fete Canada4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A low, saddened voice filled the empty house in Ottawa, the singing the only sign that the home was even occupied by someone at all. All the lights in the house were off, except for the flickering light that bounced off the walls in the dining room. The wax candle had slowly burnt lower and lower as the day went on. A few wax drips fell from the candle, staining the cake's white icing coat with a red, sticky substance.
Sitting in a chair in front of the cake was the huddled up form of one Matthew Williams, also known as the nation of Canada. Anyone who's heard of Canada had the stereotype in their head that Canadians were friendly, polite and happy people. So why was the nation itself sitting alone in a darkened house, staring with an obvious displeasure at the slowly sinking cake?
July first was a national holiday in Canada. A time for celebrating with others, those you care about, and your family. Now how was poor Matthew supposed to celebrate, when his