Renaissance By DeathPart one - Night Of The DemonRenaissance By Death8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
What frightens you the most? What is that thing you are afraid of the most and you would like to avoid?
Im sure you know it... I suppose youve figured that out by now.
Maybe, but I want you to tell me, to have this certainty.
Oblivion... thats what frightens me! Being forgotten is being dead. The only thing I cannot afford is to let you forget me. My life depends on you. If people forget me, I vanish. My life is a neverending search for opportunities where I can live again.
Think of a tombstone. If the name is erased, it becomes a simple slice of matter. It ceases to be the proof of an existence. Along with the name being erased the person that has worn it dies too, for the second time. Another kind of death, indeed, but a complete one.
So, you, just like all the others, are depending on someone? I thought you were free, enclosed by no constraints. It seems disresp
Clarity of Honor"Hey Cloud, what are you going to do when we get to Midgar?" Zack watched his companion's head bob lifelessly to the movement of the truck, a forced smile plastered on his face. The blond's lips pursed just slightly, and Zack leaned back in the truck bed with a sigh. "I'm just kidding, I wouldn't do a thing like abandon you." Having said that, Zack flashed the comatose boy a smile, taking in a deep breath and inhaling the crisp autumn air as dust was kicked up under the vehicle's tires. They hit a rock of some sort and Cloud's head lolled to the side before his chin thudded back onto his chest. Zack hummed through his nose, glancing out to the scenery as it rushed by on their way to Midgar.Clarity of Honor6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"We're friends, right?" He stretched out a leg, elbow resting on his other knee and flicking his hand up and down impatiently. They should have made it to Midgar already. They were taking far too long for the ex-SOLDIER to be comfortable. Zack returned his gaze to Cloud, trying once more to strike u
Wait No LongerWait No LongerWait No Longer8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gods, how she wanted him to kiss her. They were so close, his eyes locked on hers; it was if they were frozen in time. Gently, she reached up, and brushed her lips against his, not certain how he would react. Instead of drawing away, he lowered his head and parted his lips. Softly, she pressed her mouth against his, testing him, teasing him. She became braver and reached out with her tongue, only to meet his half way. It was then that she felt his arms around her, drawing her flush against his body. She melted into his embrace.
Release the BeastHis mouth crashed down on hers in a heated passion. Fangs grazed her lips as his tongue plundered her mouth. One arm held her flush against him, while the other cupped her breast and ran a claw across her nipple. She leaned into his touch, and wrapped her hands in his mane, inviting him to consume her. His eyes bled red as he realized she accepted him – all of him. Their tongues dueled for dominance as they poured their love into each other. Gasping, they finally pulled apart for air.Release the Beast8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mine," he whispered.
She kissed him again. "I always was."
Death of Zack Fair His hand so cold,Death of Zack Fair7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His touch is freezing
He didn´t became old
Now he´s leaving.
The last gleam of life
Vanished from his eyes
He may disguise
but his heart turned to ice.
The rain starts to pour
On his bloodstrained face
The taste of reversal, so sour
And he will never leave this place.
~In memory of Zack Fair.
Rest In Peace.~
The PretenderIf there was one thing in the world that Seifer Almasy couldn't stand- it was pre-match stretches. Though the act was mandatory before anything struggle-related, Seifer felt it to be completely unnecessary that the contestants had to pair off and help their opponents with some of the more difficult maneuvers.The Pretender7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had become a rule inducted after a multiple series of complaints had been put in about the dangers involved with contestants not warming their bodies up and jumping into a fight. Helping promote camaraderie between the opponents by forcing them to warm up in pairs was more of a facade to hide the fact that the people hosting the tournament took precaution in order to prevent further lawsuits.
Seifer couldn't help but be displeased as he placed his hand against Hayner Dincht's lower back and used his other arm to push Hayner's elbow down behind the blond's head- gently forcing Hayner's triceps to stretch and relax. He could feel the contours of the shorter boy's muscles twitchin
Best of You x3Making it all the way home with a bad knee and a significantly low amount of blood, proved to be difficult for Hayner, as he slouched against the brick walls just outside of his and his grandmother's home. He dragged his body along the wall, trying to keep pressure off of his leg and stay focused on the goal at hand. When he was able to fumble with the latch and swing the door open, Hayner noticed his grandmother sitting patiently on the living room couch- the television playing softly and her frail hands fiddling with parts of a puzzle that happened to be spread about on the coffee table before her.Best of You x37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His grandmother peeked up at Hayner as the blond skater forced himself inside and shut the door closed. She stood- using the back of the couch to support herself and tutting at Hayner's unkempt appearance. It seemed to take the elderly woman a few prolonged moments to comprehend the copious amounts of blood staining her grandson- and the way his cheeks were dirty and face pulled into a gri
Corbin's LegacyCorbin Johnson was not like other girls and this was not just because she was taller, shyer, and prettier than most girls, she was gifted. No, gifted is not the correct word. A more appropriate word would be cursed. Not only was she the middle child, she also had the power to feel the future. This statement does not make sense to the average person, but I will try to explain it the best I can. She would get strong feelings about something before they would happen. Huh, well, that is not a still not a good description; the only thing I know that would explain her "curse" would be to tell you her story. She once came home with a friend from school when she had an intense feeling of dread, panic, or more accurately put fear. She thought that she was just becoming paranoid, and went about her daily life. The feeling persisted over the course of two days and on the second day she saw a knife coming towards her in her English class and screamed. Her English teacher did not understand, or tryCorbin's Legacy9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Always loving youDo you know how hard it is,Always loving you9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To wake up everyday,
Knowing that you will stop and talk to me
In your beautiful, smiling way.
You dont know my inner suffering.
You cant feel my inner pain.
For I know that by loving you
Heartache is all I will gain.
Sometimes I think I should have warned you,
That she would she would treat you bad,
But I didnt think you would love her
Or she would leave you so sad.
I should not have held you,
Every time you cried.
Especially when I knew my feelings
Had not died.
So what am I to do,
Push you away?
Or tell you how I feel
Then beg you to stay?
I know I should move on,
And love someone new.
But sadly I know
I will always love you!
Best of You x2Best of You x27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first thing that filtered into Hayner's mind the following morning was the sound of a door being pulled shut. He shifted, hugging the quilt more tightly to himself and listening to Seifer's heavy feet clump through the living room and return back into what Hayner assumed was the older boy's bedroom. He squirmed about in an attempt to awaken himself further and clenched his eyes shut, sitting up.
It took him a moment to focus in on what he was looking at in particular, but when he did, it became apparent that Seifer's condo looked as if it belonged to the typical teenage boy -- clothes were strewn about, and a handful of cups sat on the coffee table, along with the random empty bowl. Beside the television was a shelf of movie cases, but Hayner assumed the stack of CDs atop the television itself was where the majority of those movies actually resided.
The blond skater huffed out a sigh between his teeth, leaning his head back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. He hadn't
I need to feel somethingI need to feel something,I need to feel something8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even if it's pain.
I won't let you stop me.
I'll take the blame.
I cut and I bleed,
because I get numb.
I need to feel something.
I want to be done.
If I can feel something,
I'll know I'm alive.
And if that's the case,
I know how to die.
I need to feel something
so that I can love.
If I can feel nothing,
it's myself that will shove,
my body from the bridge
that keeps me alive.
I'll fall to the water,
where there I will die.
Real PainPeople think they know what real pain feels like.Real Pain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One main cause for their pain is death.
Most know that death is necessary, if the death is natural.
But one of the hardest pains to understand is suicide.
I have felt the pain of losing a friend to soon myself.
But there is an even greater pain to be felt.
People think that those who kill themselves have no feelings.
That they don't care about other's feelings.
When that person goes through more pain before they do it then the people that have to live with them gone.
You think it hurts not being able to see them again.
What about what they feel?
You have no idea what it's like trying to live your life, knowing that you will take it.
You have no idea what it's like to know you will never amount to anything and that your life is pathetic.
You have no idea what it's like to try and look at your friends... Knowing soon they will all feel the pain you yourself have experienced.
You have no idea what it's like to be in a dark room with a gun
InterrogativeI see now it is time,Interrogative9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I let you go.
And hope that
I never let it show.
If you know the way my heart,
Was breaking inside,
Would you feel guilty?
Would you lie?
You say my friendship means so much to you
But would you even care if I walked away,
And never come back?
You say you don't know why anyone
Would not date me,
So why not YOU!
There I have said it,
Well technically wrote it,
And though you will never
I am telling you that I am moving on!
I am taking my heart back!
Letting goSorry love i'm letting goLetting go10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of everything that we know
Everything i've come to fear
Everything i hold so dear
All the thoughts of you run through my mind
There starts and ends i cannot find
Feeling that i need to fly
Let me now before i die
My tears are now falling fast
I knew that this would never last
DownfallDownfall8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
SuicideSuicideSuicide9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All our lives there are people telling us suicide is bad
That it is nothing but throwing everything away
That it is nothing but an extreme act of cowardice
That we should look down upon it
And to not think about it
And to act disgusted towards people who have thoughts of it,
Or have tried, and those who have succeeded.
When in reality
It is very obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every being
Has a more unassailable title than to their own life and person.
Therefor people with thoughts of taking their own lives,
Should never be discriminated upon
Or looked down upon
Or be treated any different then any other person in this world
For one being may view life and their surroundings
Completely different, and they have no way to even comprehend how
Someone with these thoughts feels.
Basically my message is this
Never view me as just another suicidal person,
And never view me as just another statistic
I am still a being, And I deserve the same treatment as anyone else
The Edge Of The WorldI stand on the edge of this worldThe Edge Of The World8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With what people think is a normal
and untroubled life.
I am here alone as I almost always am.
I examine, find, and exploit all of my flaws.
I know they are always with me,
And I despise myself for them.
Standing on the edge of the world
I begin to cry
Looking at the nothingness I am about to fall into.
As I begin to lean forward the sun starts
to rise over the horizon.
And I stop myself.
I am blinded at first by the light.
Then through the blur and light
I see the outlines of something beginning
To form all around me.
And as my eyes adjust
I see more detail.
And I see..
Of all the people I care about and love.
They are all lined up on either side of me now.
And as I lean forward again
So do they
I cry out to them to stop
But they do not.
And I realize why,
I cant hurt myself without crushing them too.
So I close my eyes and take a step back,
Tears streaming down my face.
I feel something now..
And I open my eyes to see my one
Daddy's Little GirlI'm sitting warm and cozy on the couchDaddy's Little Girl9 years ago in Sonnet More Like This
After taking my afternoon bath.
Daddy's wrapped me in a safe little pouch.
He smiles at me and so I giggle back.
I smell so funny. Daddy calls it clean.
With the bubbles and my rubber ducky,
Daddy can always make me a real queen.
Of all the babies, I'm the most lucky.
He says, "Now you're clean it's time for your nap."
That word's no fun, so I cry just a bit.
Daddy picks me up, sets me on his lap.
"Now baby girl don't cry. Don't throw a fit."
He lifts me high, and gives me a big twirl.
Cause I'm my Daddy's little baby girl.
A need to die, A need to live.What am I to this world?" Am I nothing?" Do I mean a thing to anyone out there?" I feel so unloved, not wanted." I'm torn between love and hate between reality and fantasy." I'm confused, beaten, maybe even broken." I feel close to having nothing left, no reason to exist." What I would give to end it all right now." Yet I am afraid to end my own life for I know if I do I am surely damned to leave the ones I love behind." Still I dont know if I have the strength to fight the need to die." My spirit is broken." My mind is bent beyond its will." My heart is aching and my soul is craving a need to live."A need to die, A need to live.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let meHold me tight,Let me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And don't let me go.
Please tell me the three words,
I want to know.
Let me pretend that just once,
The words are for me,
Let me look into your eyes,
And love for me all I see.
AgainYet again you come to me,Again9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking for advice,
You think you like this other girl,
And I had to play nice.
She really is an amazing girl,
Who has earned my respect.
And I really am happy for
The minute you
Get off the phone,
I cry on my bed,
Wishing you would care for me,
The way you do for her.
And feeling all my hope die,
Is killing me I'm sure.
But I know that you'll take care of her,
And she'll take care of you.
So again I will stand on the sidelines,
What else can "just a friend" do?
Inferno x2Roxas decided he no longer liked Gongaga Trail when his last chocobo was bitten by a plague-carrying Tonberry, causing the simultaneous death of his entire party.Inferno x25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He closed out of the game with a huff, glancing to the clock and realizing that his father had probably been home for over an hour. He leaned back in his chair, arms above his head in a stretch and shoulders popping loudly when he arched his back. Shaking himself to work out any kinks he'd gotten from hunching over the computer for the past two hours, Roxas stood up and padded out of his room.
"For the love of Hyne, Sinclaire, put the hooker back on the phone, she's more sober than you are." Roxas' face split into a grin when he saw Cloud's best friend, Zack, sitting on the couch with his legs propped on Cloud's thighs and making wild gesticulations as he spoke on his cell. Both men looked as if they'd just recently gotten back from work, their ShinRa uniforms still intact and everything. Roxas headed over to the couch to gre
The Soul Through Eyes.It's funny how a simple conversation can bring up so many memories.The Soul Through Eyes.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That simple conversation can bring such pain, or great happiness.
A simple question of "Do you believe you can see a person's soul through their eyes."
Yes you can. Then a rush of memories came to me when asked that simple question.
Memories from nearly 3 years ago now...
From the weeks before June 10th 2004.
A time when a great man, a strong man, and a quiet man was dying.
A man that was then weakened, and lying in a bed, motionless, with machines attached to him for the last weeks of his life.
A man who's body was withered away, but who's eyes were so overpowering, and the brightest blue eyes against the pale complexion of his skin.
A man that was my grandfather.
A man I never really knew. Because I was too arrogant to get to know him.
One of the things I most hate about my life is that I never knew him, That I was so stupid.
He gave me so much, and I gave him nothing in return.
Then I watched