Ambrosio in HellDarkness, darker than the darkest night, deeper than the depths of the ocean was nothing and everything. Darkness was, and reigned. Darkness was Ambrosios every conscious notion. Eternity had come and gone, or so it seemed, and still He languished. His tormentors had left him only after six days and seven nights, He knew the passage of time only from the Demons that did attend him. In the day the demons touch burned like fire. In the night, their rotten limbs froze him to the core. For those long days and nights they had tortured him to his limits and beyond, pulling, stretching, twisting, and morphing his malleable Soul so that his appearance might match that of his wickedness. Only on the seventh day did they finally leave him. When they were gone, he was utterly alone.
To one who has spent their life cloistered away from most of their fellow men, going days at a time without spea
How Rowling Could EndHow Rowling Could End7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Full title of this deviation is "How Rowling Could End the Series (but probably wont)"
True predictions shall be bolded
~Use the room of requirement to get everything they need
~Ask for horocruxes, get a map
~Ask to kill Voldemort, get some sort of a weapon
~ A Magical Venus Fly Trap eats Voldemort on the battle field. It was tended lovingly by Hagrid and Neville
~Voldemort is defeated by cheering charms/any other happy type charms.
~We finally find out where conjured things come from.
~(Remember those socks you lost in the wash last week?)
~Dumbledores Army declares war on Laura Mallory.
~Have Harry wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Voldemort.
~Have Voldemort wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Harry Potter.
~Have Tom Riddle wake up and suddenly have new direction in hi
Out of TimeOut of Time8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I haven't always been a cat. I was, in fact, at one time a relatively happy human being. Inside I still am one. Thanks to that witch, though, I'm a cat to everyone else. At least, I think it was the witch who changed me. It might actually have been the cats themselves who transformed me to save me from the witch's curse. A little known fact if you ever happen to be in a magical duel: curses aimed at humans don't "stick" to animals. Regardless of how it happened, though, I'm still a cat.
When a person becomes a cat, they learn some new things. For example, that scraggly old cat I used to know at Mr. Fluffybottom is really a cat elder, Blazing Dawn. He's much more impressive now that I'm a cat. Thankfully he seems to be more amused than annoyed by the name I used to call him. He was the one to teach me most of what I know about being a cat. I know
Have You Forgotten?Have You Forgotten?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you forgotten what happened that day?
How we all screamed and ran and covered our eyes
How death ended so many precious lives
How children cried for moms and dads
Who would never come to comfort them again.
Have you forgotten the images we saw?
How the smoke filled the screen
How the screams filled our ears
How perfect strangers huddled together
The rich and the poor trying to comfort one another
Have you forgotten the brave sacrifice?
How people ran in when everyone else ran out
How they battled the flames and the smoke
How they went back again and again
And went back one last time, and won't go home again.
Have you forgotten our fervent prayers?
How we hoped for survivors
How we poured out donations
How we came together for one cause
Even as our hopes were dashed time and again
Have you forgotten the horrible tragedy?
How thousands died without reason
How each day children are parentless
How loved ones made that one last call
Before crashing a plane to save us all
Have you forgo
I am SafeI am Safe8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am alone
Upon the throne.
Steps outside the door
Soft and stealthy
Creek, creek, creek.
They go up the stairs.
Overhead a cry
Down the stairs
The nob jiggles,
Pounding, pounding, pounding,
A terrible scream.
I am safe, nothing can touch me.
Blood runs under the door.
WallsWallsWalls6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ive built walls around myself. A strong but simple fortress of four walls. Theyve weathered brutal assaults, hurricanes of emotion painstakingly sorting the waters of mine and foreign emotions, and keeping them separate. Now one by one, theyre being torn down.
It all started as a normal day at work. My office was blissfully silent, its four walls mirroring my own. Form after form is skimmed, filled out, tossed aside. Numbers, names, data, Im only paid to analyze them. I barely glance at the names as I review employee evaluations. Thats someone elses concern; Im not responsible for breaking the news to the unlucky ones. All I have to do is analyze, and sort into three piles good, needs improvement, and detrimental to the company. Every name, every person behind every name, they all live outside my walls thats why Im the best at what I do.
Theres no sound but the scratching of pen on paper. Then sudden
Step OutStep Out7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Life just threw me
Another high flying curve ball
And I'm just standing here
Afraid to swing
Afraid I'll strike out
But you know, I've realized
That if I don't try, I'll always fail
I need to step out
Face the scary things in life
So why am I still sitting here?
I need to step out
I'm not afraid to get dirty
I'm not afraid to fall
I know how it is
But I've done them both so many times
I don't fear doing it again
I need to step out
Face the scary things in life
So why am I still sitting here?
I need to step out
And sometimes just walking forward
Can be the hardest thing to do
Moving on when you can't see what's ahead
Take another step
Someone will catch you
If you happen to fall
So step out
Face the scary things in life
Why are you still sitting here?
You need to step out
Oh yeah, go step out
I knew him onceI knew him once8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dullness rests over me
Like a blanket
Hopelessness sits beside me
As company to a weary soul
I feel dead
Dead to the world
My mind sleeps
In dark despair
My heart breaks in anguish
I am surrounded
Yet totally alone
As none can pierce the darkness
That now surrounds me
The icy numbness
Pervades my body
Chilling me to reality
Keeping my heart
From the truth
From the light of day
I hide in the darkness, alone
Unable to face the world
Or its many sorrows
All I can do is sit silently
Here in my little corner
And cry out with my mind,
Screaming to the heavens
My AngelMy Angel8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
To this day I will swear to you that he is an angel. Now granted, most angels don't have wavy red hair or honey brown eyes that you could just melt in, but he did. He was a quiet man, one who you might not notice if you weren't paying attention. It is said that he is one of the best healers the world has ever seen. I'm quite willing to believe that, considering what I have seen him do during the relatively short time I have had the privilege of watching him. Some people claim that he uses magic to heal his patients, but as of yet I haven't seen him use anything more than a bandage or a bundle of herbs to treat me. He often bows his head, but it is a common practice for healers to pray to Ovven for guidance. No, during the entire time he treated me, I never once saw him use anything that was definitively 'magical', and that is saying something. Theron is quite possibly the only man other than my fell
The Undefeated KnightThe Undefeated Knight7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gallant knight, brave and bold, forward go
Championing justice for both high and low
Long ago, parents did name him Bob
And raised him eating corn on the cob
For a peasant farmer's son was he
Until called to battle for both king and country
He went forth with pitchfork, weapon of a farmer,
And absolutely awful abstracted armor
So strange he looked that the enemy fell back in fear
Not wanting such a man to come them near
And so the battle turned into a rout
Without any real fighting to brag about
As a celebrated hero returns now the knight
Never having fought in this or any other fight
The ScarfPurple silk, smooth and cool like her skinThe Scarf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pagan celestial symbols sparkle against the firelight like her eyes do
I twist the fabric in my fingers imagining it to be her hair
My skin, my very blood is ablaze
Every place the material, still perfumed by her sweet agonizing scent, burns me
Oh it burns, it burns, it burns
My gypsy burns
Snow-childMany years ago and many miles away, a witch-woman lived. She had built her home in the centre of the forest, in the very centre of the realm, and there were none who came near her, for all feared her powers. And so the witch became lonely.Snow-child7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
One winter's morning as the witch gathered herbs for her many strange potions, her sharp sickle cut through the cluster of poisoned berries and slipped from her hand, spinning off into the distance. She followed its path and found it embedded in the snow with a dove dying beside it, cut by the blade as it flew. A raven perched on the handle, eating the poison-coated flesh. The witch knelt down beside them and paused, thinking. She touched her finger to each bird and time left them, taking death with it. She began forming the snow into the shape of a human baby, staining her cheeks and lips with the dove's blood and forming her hair from the feathers of the raven. Finally she placed the still-beating hearts of the birds side by side in the child's bre
WIP - A gothic romanceOn a fair autumn night,WIP - A gothic romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we met in the patch, amidst
the strange orange fruit all pick
but none seem to eat.
Like a temptress, Eve,
I took him home with me,
where we expressed our passion
After gasps and sighs,
and occasional screams from
pain we enjoyed at the time,
he left at the dawn's first light.
Three nights after our passionate
deed,we met again quite unexpectedly
me cloaked in velvety darkness
and he appearing like a dream.
I stood underneath the phantomed
trees while he, radiantly bathed
in Luna's light, made his
way over to me.
He came closer, not knowing why
pulled forward by my unseen
eyes, only knowing he must
obey his heart that night
Then he saw me and
it was clear why his body
had pulled him there:
to be near his beloved.
Alexander. It was my
whisper carried on the
wind, full of love and
my soul's recognition.
He placed a tender kiss
upon my hand, always
a perfect gentleman,
and led me to the iron gate.
We left the cemetery hand in hand,
Dear Boss - Chapter 110th September 1888 - Whitechapel, London.Dear Boss - Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was shoved against a wall. Hard.
"Look at the pathetic little man, boys," sneered a voice somewhere above him.
If only they knew who I really am.
"Ha! He's not even fighting back!" The owner of this voice did not have the distinctive British accent.
If only they knew what I can do.
"Is that how they raise people outside the city?" He had a crude American accent instead.
If only they knew what I have done.
"Hey! Look up, Spic*! I want to see the look on your face while I beat you senseless!" The voice said, firmly gripping Antonio's collar.
If only they knew what I am.
Antonio looked up. His green eyes met the blue ones of the American. He wasn't surprised when he saw the American waver slightly.
Anyone could tell that his eyes weren't normal. Green eyes with flecks of gold don't usually occur in regular people. Regular mortals.
What was he? For the longest time, he himself d
The Sounds of DeathGrunt, swish, sigh...The Sounds of Death4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sounds that reached my ears as I prepared for death; the involuntary, course sound that tore itself from my husbands throat at the exertion of raising the sword. The sound of the sword slicing through the air as quickly as it would soon slice my soul from my body. My final exhalation of air, short, and as sharp as the fear twisting in my chest. Even if my husband had allowed me more time to prepare, I wouldnt have been able to face my death without fear. I was young. I had thought my life would stretch ahead, through the foreseeable future.
Clatter, boom, growl...
The sounds that reached my ears as I began to hope; the frenzy rhythm of the horses hooves crashing against the stone pathway. My dear mothers fist bashing against the door with determination. The animalistic noise rumbling through my husbands chest, betraying his anger at my mothers demands for entrance. Momentarily distracted, the sword inched close
Frankenstein vs. The VampyreThe Mercy of MonstersFrankenstein vs. The Vampyre7 years ago in Horror More Like This
By Brandon Herren
Part 1: Dark Dealings
"Could it be…?" The voice rasped with nervous hesitation, "that you are not a monster?"
The creature stirred slightly. He swayed only a little by his arms stretched above him to the shackles above. Large drops of water streamed down his cheek from where they dripped on the back of his head. At first he wondered if the voice had been a hallucination, a phantom in a mind long starved from sensations of the outside world. He glanced upward to the long stairway that wound down into his dungeon and squinted against the piercing light that outlined a lone advancing figure.
"Could it be you are not simply an abomination of one man's sin, an arrogance unleashed on the world of men, but rather something else?" The skinny man navigated each footfall carefully, placing his shoe down as not to slip on the moss and slime covering each step. His formal dress impl
Bonded for EternityBonded for Eternity: A spin off of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher" from Lady Madleine's viewBonded for Eternity2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had the strangest dream; or at least, that was what I believed it was. I had been hit once again by my fits, and once I lost consciousness strange thoughts danced through my mind. Sometimes the dreams that would come from my seizers would be so macabre that I knew they could only be dreams, but this time I was not so fortunate.
In my dream I heard my brother's voice, and my violent visions were mellowed down by his tender cooing over my semi-lifeless body.
I could feel his touch, although I could not respond as I wished to, but I felt immense peace of mind. He had not given me even the smallest of affections for months, insisting that we had brought a curse upon our family with our incestuous love affair. He had pushed my emotions aside and settled for pining for me from a distance, even as it brought us both to madness.