Requiem for a Lost BoyRequiem for a Lost BoyRequiem for a Lost Boy8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The floor was cold. Or perhaps it was him that was cold. Whichever the case, it seemed as if both floor and body were cubes of ice, each trying their hardest not to melt. But there was a core of warmth within him that refused to dispel, so millimeter by millimeter, he thawed. He couldnt explain why he wanted to stay there on the cold stones, but something in him dreaded the awakening. And then awareness returned to his body. He was naked, sprawled on the smooth yet chilly floor of a building obviously flooded with light, if the red-orange glow of his eyelids were any indication. He opened them.
With the force of a stampeding herd of hippogriffs, his eyes were assaulted by the misty brightness of his surroundings. He could barely raise his head, but when he did, panic seized him. Without really knowing why, his fingers groped over the side of his neck, searchin
Pony Ride in Asgard~Loki X Darcy Fan FlicPony Ride in Asgard~Loki X Darcy Fan Flic1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on Darcy, it's easy!" Loki said as he got on his horse. "Yeah well easy for you! My horse looks like he wants to eat me!" Darcy said as she stared at the blue roan horse in front of her. "Horses are herbivores Darcy." Loki said as he rolled his eyes. "Well I think you should make an exception with this one!" Darcy exclaimed. "If it makes you that nervous I'll ride with you." Loki said as he dismounted his horse. "OR!" Darcy said, "We could you know just watch a movie or something?" "Oh no you are not making me watch another dinosaur movie! We're going riding." Loki said, "Ugh fine but don't be surprise if this ends badly." Darcy huffed as she approached Loki's horse. Loki laughed at Darcy, "Having trouble there?" Darcy had tried to mount the horse but had gotten stuck half way on. "Um maybe? Ok yes! Could you help me out here?" Darcy said, knowing he was right. Loki came up next to Darcy and smiled at her. "Stop smiling jerk this isn't funny!" Darcy said, she hated being mocked.
Tragic ConsolationsAnd why Severus Snape's death-scene lacks all of them.Tragic Consolations5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
For a lot of the people who read The Deathly Hallows, Snape's death was the least of their worries.
At the time, we didn't even know he was on the side of good. As we open up The Prince's Tale, we're still reeling from the deaths of Lupin, Tonks and Fred Weasley. And then, by the end of the chapter, we find out that the hero of all seven books has to sacrifice his life in order to ensure Voldemort's downfall. Does that leave room for Severus Snape?
With The Prince's Tale, we're given a strange, wistful, childhood love story a bizarre eddy in the flow of the narrative. It starts in the muggle world. It centres around characters we've never been encouraged to sympathize with in fact, it justifies the actions of two of the story's (many) villains: Severus Snape and Petunia Dursley. The action slows down, and becomes poignant achingly sad, as opposed to just unremittingly horrific. And t
And Then There Was............I have always had a very active imagination. Always seen so much more than was written on a page, able to read between the lines so to say. Nothing was just plain ordinary to me. Serve me up poached eggs and to me they tasted like eggs Benedict. I learned how to read at a very early age and from that time I was hooked into the fantasy world of books. I drifted into each story so easily, imagining myself the heroine, or the pirate with the parrot on my shoulder, or even a caterpillar with a penchance for tropical fruit..... That story being one of my favourites when I was younger and to this day I love exotic and tempting morsols of the sweeter kind.And Then There Was............6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Books have the ability to take you to any place you want or even need at that precise time. I just read and I am there. I have fallen in love with so many of my leading m
Ever-ChangeSeasons come and go so fast and leave their mark in turnEver-Change6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the freezing cold of Winter to the heat of the Summer's burn
To the beauty of a scented Spring to the color of Autumn's Fall
All Nature's beauty rising to the lull of a bird's sweet call
Shadows falling from the sky deftly covering the ground below
Clouds so black and rain as ice to fall as sleeting snow
The howling wind so full of rage, a tempest to behold
Has man and beast to cower in fear and shelter from this cold
Flowers opening up their buds to see the sun's warm ray
new-born babies frolicking in the glow of nature's day
The scent so sweet of all so new and freshness of the land
This beauty changing pleasantly so all can understand
The heat so hot upon our skin and coolness a rare relief
Happiness is a calming treat, of contentment beyond belief
To shed the clothes of colder times and wear a lighter load
In ease of all the many days of which will be best
DesperationThis loneliness is haunting me and driving me insaneDesperation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such desperation and confusion as I cry and scream your name
Don't leave me in this tainted world so wary at every turn
With your kisses still upon my lips, an ache my tears will burn
See me with my hands outstretched and reaching for your soul
It is but me and what I need to make my body whole
Don't turn your back and mock my love for it is all that I can give
Without your scent and presence I do not want to live
I am but wretched in my fear and no days will be complete
Time will be a memory and one I will not meet
Come and lie beside me and draw me to your heart
Bind our love forever and never will we part
With lust and fury I take you now and watch your final breath
I hold you tight and wrap you close within our lover's wreath
My screams an endless wail, no respite for my crime
To end this all and be with you, a moment pressed in time
I softly sing my lover's song as I draw the blade within
My heart is pierce
Prostituteshe struggles from the hardwood like a creamy stallionProstitute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drowning in a raging surf. her limbs
the appendages of a white crab spider sprawl bent,
slender supple bones. her eyes
caked on fingernails caked on like dried blood caked
onto her fleshy thighs. her eyes
are wooden chambers locked stone hollow, key swallowed,
dwindling human. Although
her fingertips are faultless pearls, beet hair stiffened curls,
vision whirls, she's still a girl. the atmosphere
folds in like an origami crane collapsing slowly, sharp
corners slicing mostly. Pelvis bony, snowy
shivers, scintillating silver rivers (stream) dampen her tinder.
a dream: lily petals dissolve into the hardwood like cream
d i s t r a c t i o n s . . .d i s t r a c t i o n s . . .11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how easy it would be...
l i f e -
(the ever-forgotten regret)
moments passed and
distortion of memories
made of gold afterward...
faces reflected in pools of still water,
we are... wondering always
what makes us alone...
bodies broken - like leaves,
frail and incapable of
any kind of re/construction
and somehow we find time to
fool ourselves over
falling in love...
lower than our most private
visions of Hell country,
mysterious madness -
pushing at praise and
fighting for notice,
contradictions in hand,
the same used to conjure
of brilliant creation
(a breach in the barriers between)
and we woke up one morning
with the answers at our fingertips -
writing them painting them bleeding them out
onto canvas and paper
and kiss-hungry skin...
something so simple
as a lens out of focus,
and suddenly - there i am
s u r g i n g
You KnowYou Know9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How do you know what lies within me
How do you know, how do you see
How do you know the secrets I keep
How do you know what is hidden so deep
How do you know my hidden desires
How do you know how to light my fires
How do you know all that I like
How do you know I search for a light
How do you know I dance under the moon
How do you know how to make me swoon
How do you know about all my pain
How do you know, what do you gain
How do you know all that I keep
Hidden so deep down inside of me
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary11 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou
who said love was beautiful.this is not what you're expecting.who said love was beautiful.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i'm not going to write about the first time we kissed or the first time you whispered something beautiful into my clavicle or the first time we held hands and i swore that the earth shifted under my shoes. i'm not going to write about the first hello or the first goodbye or the first moonrise i watched reflected in your irises.
i'm not going to write about how your eyelashes are spidersilk and your mouth is a song and how when i was weaving the colors of your eyes into a sunset i got lost in the middle. i'm not going to write about how your fingers pluck symphonies above steaming mugs of tea and how looking you in the face is like holding my breath underwater.
i'm not going to write about that.
instead, i am going to write about the first time you dragged your hands through your hair and i noticed that your knuckles were scarred from too many fights and how i wasn't surprised in the slightest. i'm going to write about the time we stood in the kitchen
Eternal Christmas: Part 1Eternal Christmas: Sanity's HolidayEternal Christmas: Part 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By: TK Sanders
"Tier, Pargon, Redgormor, Pargon, Ulyaoth." murmured a disembodied voice. As it said this, the circle of power around Pious Augustus crafted the runes corresponding to the ancient tongue formed on the earth below him. A crackle of blue energy burst before him and a large portal tore open before him. Within it Pious could see between the arches a pulsating organ covered by a thin layer of blue, viscous, jelly-like flesh, it's motions occasionally interrupted by shifting effects such as glass Venetian blinds opening and closing. Pious spoke to the portal; "Ulyaoth, Master of the Planes, Lord of Magick, Keeper of Order, and Almighty Wise One, I have but a mere question to ask of the wisest Ancient." The voice's response was cold and calculated. It was a booming echo, yet at the same time it was a dying whisper. Its cold monotone seemed to complement his icy attitude and pale blue membrane of flesh. "Though I do not believe in belie
My WindowMy Window10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tear out these black curtains
That show my blindfolded sadness
My story in silk, filled with villains
And victims of their own madness
They are silk made of tears
Once I cried and whiped me there
Simple fabric drowned for years
Now ripped out from its somewhere
Looking down from my window
I hear the melodies of tomorrow
I left the microphone on stage
So you could come and sing
Lull me to forget this rage
Help me trough this feeling
It hurts and pushes me down
Making me wish to escape
From this full hatred town
I run away to find a shape
Of someone better to be
So I can walk back to you
Finish the singing of me
Go on stage and live the blue
My life is music and sorrow
And again I fall from my window
Moving my things and places
To never feel strange anymore
I touch your picture, sense your traces
I feel like the Devil's whore
Watching the view, feeling desire
I almost fall, weak from no blood
You seem to change me into vampire
I just go crazy without your love
+ It's A Promise ++ It's A Promise +8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We promised to grow old
Nothing can stop us
Nothing can break our hold
You make my day
By giving me life
You give me hope with whatever you say.
I wont let you settle for second best
You deserve the world
Youre already better than the rest.
When I needed you most
You were there for me
And Im glad you were, or Id be toast.
Youre showing me how to have fun
How to be who I really am
And baby, its working, and youve only begun.
The ends of the Earth, anywhere you go
Ill be right there with you
Ill stand up for you, and with, no matter what you show
I was looking for love in all the wrong places
I was trying so hard to impress
But Im leaving that girl behind, so there are only traces.
I guess you could say that Im not used to real love
No one, I mean no one, has ever cared about me like you
Ive finally found someone who puts me above.
Its hard for my brain to see that this is true
But my heart already knows that
Reunion english translationReunion english translation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!
Once again, a well done job!
A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayish taste of daily life.
It also enables me to keep a permanent link with my characters, to create new ones and to give them a 'real' life without having to draw a comic.
I like the interactions created when role playing, and when the characters interact well that is all the inspiration I need to take a pen and start drawing non-stop.
To Feel.........I want to scream.To Feel.........6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I am screaming but no-one can hear me.
People shuffle past me in a hurry to get to where-ever they need to be.
Clicking on their mobile phones, speaking to nameless faces on the other end. Can't they hear my screams?
I can feel my throat contract as I try to get their attention.
Still pushing past me, jostling me from one side to the next like I wasn't even there. No smiles on their faces, just determination and angst. I must be dreaming or they would help me, surely they can see me even if the sounds from my throat are mute. I fall to my knees and the tears come. Fast and wet and with such ferocity that I have to gulp them back to catch my breath.
Please let me breathe, help me to make some-one see me.
"This is me" I scream
"The pain I feel is real"
Praying that just one hand reaches to help me from my knees.
I am HoodI am HoodI am Hood8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Injustice in England
Will come to an end.
Fighting for whats right
I am Hood.
Larger than life
I have lost my wife
The son I have left
Fighting for whats right.
Serving my master
Bonchurch, Im after
Craving hearth and home
I am Hood.
Building with my hands
I live off the land
The Sheriff killed my dad
Fighting for whats right.
Leaving my home of sand
Some think me a man
Alchemys my game
I am Hood.
I never hailed from Locksley
Fate has always mocked me
Constantly in trouble
Fighting for whats right.
We await the kings return
For justice we yearn
Fighting for whats right
We are Hood.
A Memory Of ChristmasChristmas has always been to me, that one day when all the family and friends came together to eat, drink and be merry. The gifts were often something small but made from the heart, not like the mass-produced better-than-the-Jones gifts that are expected by many today. I was raised in a respectful home with loving parents. I know I am one of the lucky ones and I bless each day for the gift of my Childhood and have tried to ensue the same values in the raising of my three girls. Being off German heritage we celebrated on Christmas Eve with the opening of gifts and the sharing of Christmas platters that were painstakingly prepared by my Mother to perfection. We were all given our individual decorated plates which we were allowed to fill with the treats laid out before us. Home-baked cookies which were made especially for Christmas, lollies in bright coloured wrappers and chocolate that was as dark asA Memory Of Christmas6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
DriftingI long to sit and close my eyes and let my senses freeDrifting6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To drift to long-lost places where memories help me see
A scent of something special, a moment stretched in time
Of days gone by so swiftly, no reasons, no sense, no rhyme
We have no say in what will come, and where we will arrive
Our here-after will depend on us, and our lives of which we strive
Fine balance of the Yin and Yang, of Karma and Feng Shui
To place us in the Harmony of life, bring peace to every day
You must not be afraid, of what certainly lies ahead
See it with anticipation, not struggles of which to dread
We must open our eyes to see and our ears must finally hear
The words of us mere mortals with courage and no fear
Let yourself be guided, to a place of calm and rest
Of warmth and understanding and doing what is best
For You and I and Them and Us and all that walk this land
As surely a