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 FicPony Ride in Asgard~Loki X Darcy Fan Fic2 years 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 moc
Cooling down Loki X Darcy Fan FlicCooling down Loki X Darcy Fan Flic2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ugh, why must I get sick before class tomorrow." Darcy moaned. It was then she felt a arm around her waist, she knew who it was right away.
"Would you like my help darling?" Loki asked.
Darcy smiled weakly, "Please?" she said.
"Well," the god thought "Have you taken any medicine yet?"
"Shit loads and I don't fell any better." Darcy said.
"Well how do you feel?" He asked
"Like shit." Darcy said looking at him with a angry look before sitting on her bed.
"I understand that," Loki said as he sat beside her, "I meant like symptoms." Loki gave her his calming smile and she relaxed.
"Well I have a fever, stomach ache and a sore throat." she answered.
"Ah I see, well have you trying drinking something warm?" He asked.
"No," Darcy said, "Could you make me some hot chocolate?"
Loki nodded however, he had no idea how he was going to make this drink, but he couldn't say no to Darcy. "I'll be right back my love." he said as he kissed the top of her head.
Such Great Heights - Chapter ThreeSuch Great Heights - Chapter Three3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Such Great Heights'
*Disclaimer: All rights belong to Marvel. No profit is being made.
This story takes place in a Marvel Movieverse and after the incident in Thor.
Darcy crack the guest room door open to peek. She doesn't want the stranger to call her a pervert. Definitely something she doesn't want to be accused of. Luckily, no one's inside so the man is still in the showers. Quickly, she placed some extra clothing on the neatly made bed. Darcy seriously wouldn't want to catch him in his towels because gaping at him earlier was already awkward enough. Darcy seriously wished Jane would have done the job, but she's busy packing for the trip to SHIELD HQ later.
'Quick! No matter how much I want to see him in a towel, I don't want to see him in a towel!' she thought, turned to dash her way out of the door when she bumped into someone.
That someone is in a towel.
"Oh no, oh no!" she heard him say.
"Sorry! Sorry!" she apologized then
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
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 Christmas7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
DriftingI long to sit and close my eyes and let my senses freeDrifting7 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
To Feel.........I want to scream.To Feel.........7 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.
Inner PeaceInner Peace7 years ago in Open More Like This
To suffer in silence is living for naught
The Pain and anxiety of companionship sought
Screaming so loud yet no sound is heard
The meanings and answers from null to absurd
Catching my breath with each gasp I take
Holding my heart for friends I forsake
Losing control but able to see
Where I once was, to where I will be
Such confusion and fear; we all walk alone
All hands outstretched lead to the unknown
Be not afraid and walk straight and tall
Hear what is said on a gentle winds call
What is ultimately wrong, can be seen as right
As surely as day is followed by night
We cannot foretell what tomorrow will bring
Only be sure of a bird that will sing
The songs in the rising of a bright new day
Step forward with purpose and lead us the way
Alone or together, with the sights we have seen
From where we will go to whence we have been..
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.
Through my eyesHere I am, so can you seeThrough my eyes7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The things that seem to bother me
Of endless days and lonely nights
From shadows and silhouettes I chase the lights
To find compassion and soliloquy
The words I wretch from deep inside to free
To grasp and cast into the wind
Of countless souls who all have sinned
The drastic measures we all must make
Of paths to follow and rules to take
Us to the place where we belong
To teach us what is right from wrong
Our senses filled to overload
as we all travel down the road
Of hope and faith and clarity
To sane and surely insanity
We are but drifting in the mist
Our dreams clenched tight within a fist
Of desperation and dreams unfold
Another day and story told
To struggle on and yet to smile
And hold each other for a while
A new day born with sunrise high
The joy of flight upon the sky
So take a hand and hold a heart
And share with me a brand new start
To wipe my tears and share my smile
And keep me company for a while
Come and see what I do see
To shed our b
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............7 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
In the darkIt was the complete and utter silence that I noticed first.In the dark6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So quiet that it was unnerving to the point of the hairs standing up on the nape of my neck.
It is impossible to be this quiet.
There has to be a sound of some kind.
The wind in the trees.
Insects at their nightly rituals.
But there was nothing.
It was making me uneasy to the point that I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath.
Then came the darkness.
So encompassing that it overwhelmed my senses.
I was blind in the dark.
Deaf in the silence that my sense of smell was going into overdrive.
There was a scent, but it was impossible to recall where I had smelt it before.
It was not an aromatic scent but more of a instinctly pungent odour that had me wrinkling my nose.
Hard to describe.
It was actually similar to rotting garbage but sweeter and warmer.
Sounds weird I know but in this icy cold darkness the smell made me feel warm.
Putting one foot in front of the other I started to take small, steal
Snows of Novemberlike the snows of November,Snows of November8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(lightly, timid in askance)
you will return to me
in due time;
without failyou will return
and my hesitant heart
(retreating, retreating, retreating)
will be a far-off beacon at dusk
to your false ardor, a poetry of obdurate conceit
whose interval seems unceasing;
All darkness and brooding winds
You twine and spin in savage dance
(quickening, hastening some new spell)
But failing, failing failing
while this distance increases (curing
the suffering amid our pleading eyes (yours
of forgiveness, mine for freedom)
Reunion english translationReunion english translation4 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.
What NCIS Has Taught Me...What NCIS Has Taught Me:What NCIS Has Taught Me...9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rule #1: Never let Gibbs go without his coffee
Rule #2: Never sweeten Gibbs' coffee.
Rule #3: Never call Gibbs 'Jethro' (Rule doesn't apply to Ducky or Director Sheppard)
Rule #4: Never get Ziva angry.
Rule # 5: Don't read Probie's book.
Rule #6: Don't sleep with cute Asian chicks. (This rule excludes Palmer)
Rule #7: Don't let Ziva drive.
Rule #8: Don't trust Israelis. (Excluding Ziva )
Rule #9: .Don't say 'Fore' when Ducky's holding a Nibblick (nine-iron)
Rule #10: Always carry a knife
Rule #11: Don't lick DiNozzo. (This rule excludes Ziva. She can lick him all she wants.)
Rule #12: Never date a co-worker.
Rule #13: Never call Abby 'Abigail'. (This rule excludes Ducky)
Rule #14: There's no such thing as "coincidence".
Rule #15: Don't drink Gibbs' soup.
Rule #16: .Don't let the car get stolen.
Rule #17: Guilty until proven innocent
Rule #18: Don't let Probie see blood.
Rule #19: Don't leave your bleach tray in.
Rule # 20: Vomit does count as evidenc
Love's Legacy..My Breath:Love's Legacy..5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from my body takes
this very soul,
as my heart that aches
Sends me lost within my dreams
of tempered moments, that all but seems
too hard to feel and to rise above
This emotion that we humans, do call love
and yet my chest is tight
within my angst
no rest in sight
To tear the shreds of what we see
from what our love could surely be
We have, we hold, yet throw away
the very essence which makes us stay
Too much is woven within this word
To see and feel but never heard
We walk and yet we seem to stray
from what love means and tries to say
To hold so close another heart
from once so whole, to break apart
In pieces of our life to lay
Scattered akin to light of day
So precious is this word we share
From one another to those we care
To not forget that hearts do break
and all that's left are souls that ache..
The Sailor's WifeThe Sailor's Wife9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's nothing more trusting nor patient
than a sailor's wife, whose husband
between rough waters
and her, on unshakable land.
She doesn't know that he sits on
the bow, watching the golden sunset
slowly burn the sky, wishing
she could see it too.
She only hopes he does.
And he can't help but wonder
if she's sitting where the water
meets the earth, hoping she'll
be with him soon, on land,
where he's safe from harm.
The sailor who smells of
salt and fish, watches the
wisps of smoke from his pipe
spiral towards the sky,
more full of dancing stars
than anywhere on land.
She'll wonder why
he prefers the smell
of the sea over flowers
and fresh grass.
Does the spring
when you're surrounded
by endless waves?
And he knows nature's
is not sung by birds
perched high in trees,
but is sung by the wales.
There's nothing more trusting nor patient
than a sailor's wife.
There's nothing more
strong or everlasting