Old White HouseI don't know who is livingOld White House5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in that old white house now
the one with shutters on the windows
creaking wooden steps late in the evening
the one with the snow frosted world
laid out before it in the dead of winter,
the wicked gray trees spread out around it,
menacing in a way that only you could see through
the house that sunk deep
into a sea of green in the spring and summer
the one that sat silent with age and wisdom
I remember the way you would run down the steps
with childlike eagerness that was
soaking from the rain filled air into your eyes
the sound of the drops bursting upon impact
with the worn, cracking sidewalk that led up to
the porch, wooden like the frence built around it
that could neither keep things out,
nor keep you in
I remember the way you would pull your
coat tightly around yourself
as the splashes from your shoes began and ended
I don't know who lives there now
in that house you called a home
but I know that it still belongs to you
Between Two Worlds (Sungrazer Story 3 Complete)~Sungrazer, I need your help. Would you please meet me at my quarters? It is important.~Between Two Worlds (Sungrazer Story 3 Complete)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Changing his path from his own quarters to Vector's, Sungrazer made his way to the biological scientist's direction without hesitation or question. While he had pressing matters to prepare for, it was a welcome distraction and he had time to help out a friend. And, as much time as he had spent in the labs to accompany his personal worshipper for study of her Ancient genes, the two Wraith had become good friends. ~I'm on my way.~
It was the first time he had seen a culled, unsympathetic human up close. Although he could not yet feed, Sungrazer felt his body responding to the smell of fear and hatred in the room emanating from her. His pupils dilated and his hand twitched slightly in an instinctual mix of predatory excitement and defensive alertness. He could see why, as a Wraith who could not yet feed, he was a better candidate for Vector to turn to than most.
The terrified human sat on Vector's
Telepathic Troubles (Sungrazer Story 2 Complete)The alarms had quieted down, but he hive was still on high alert, troops ready in their darts and in their stations at the turret guns. As soon as their Queen gave the word, they were ready to spring the attack. Of course, the other hive would probably be equally as ready.Telepathic Troubles (Sungrazer Story 2 Complete)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sungrazer slowed to a halt in front of his older half-brother who was waiting in reserves, to be directed as needed. ~I wish to help defend the hive.~
Torrent snarled. ~No. Go to a designated safe room. ~
Sungrazer didn’t budge. ~I’m the best dart flyer on the hive and we both know it. I also have a good command over the warriors. I can make a difference. Just give me a chance!~
~Are you so eager to take you place among the stars and for me to find your worshipper a new officer to serve? When you can feed as a man, when you know the interrelatedness of life, you may put your life on the line to die as a one.~
Crossing has hands over his chest, he countered, ~I can die just as easily if the enti
Tears of Resolution"I'm stronger than this!"Tears of Resolution3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I yell as I pick myself up off the ground
blood dripping down the tips of my fingers
Wiping my eyes of tears, I begin to ascend the ladder
Step by step I climb
Skipping over the broken arms
Hands are drenched in blood
I feel myself slipping
I gripped tighter
Not stopping my pace
Higher and higher I go
Trying to reach the top
"I won't give up"
Higher I climb
"I can't give up"
My pace gets faster
I see the end when
The arm breaks!
I try to grab the next one
But my hand slips
So down I fall again
Hitting the ground with a thud
I spit out blood
My hands and feet tremble
"I am stronger than this!"
I yell as I pick myself off the ground
Blood dripping down the tips of my fingers
I wipe my tear away and grab hold of the ladder
Looking up, I can no longer see the top.
"I'm stronger than this
Cervical UniversalityI. Cassandra and her RevelationCervical Universality6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You do remember, I hope,
that day we braved the tides of time
and sailed to Greece in search of Truth,
or Love, or Peace or any revelation
that Grecian soil unearths.
I hope you do indeed recall
the merry merchants at their stalls
(the ones we thought were too plebeian),
and the wine they sold us with delight
the wine we drank that very night,
awash the laps of the Aegean.
You must recall, to some extent,
our trip to Diana's covert grove,
beneath a moonbeam all but spent,
we strove to bare its old arcana.
Through cypress trees made we our way,
and trails of scaly tamarisk,
and all the while you joked and spoke
of wraiths that hunt by night and day
and warn all rash and meddling folk:
'Come thither only at thy risk'.
'Twas on that night that we unveiled
the secret hushing in that glade
a secret now all but forgotten,
and, if once recalled,
too soon dismissed as ill-begotten.
For on that night, in that pale glade,
The place stories come from'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.The place stories come from4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited s
11 things11 things11 things6 years ago in Letters More Like This
If you had asked me a year ago if I loved you, I would have answered "yes." If you were to ask me now if I love you, I would answer, "I think I'm in love with the idea of being in love with you." I would also say that I feel guilty for that because I don't want to hurt you. I hate to see you in pain and I do cherish you, but I don't know if it is in that way. It is a confusing stir of emotions and I'm still trying to figure it out; but, there is one thing I do know for certain.
I don't want to sit around waiting for you anymore.
I've written far too many pieces about you. Far, far too many. But I can't seem to get you out of my head sometimes. I wonder if I saw or heard from you again if the notion of you would finally vanish or if it would get worse.
HyacinthI saw her tread untrodden paths Hyacinth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her feet amidst the hyacinths,
her steps across the labyrinths
of yearning. That dusk endures,
swathed in layers of sensuous memory
the sleekness of her scapula,
the silk along her jugular.
Her neck, her face. They linger.
A framed effigy untouched by time
her smile the only masterpiece
to ever haunt my mantelpiece,
above the foliate flames. She was
a weaver of passion, woven to perish
her knitting and her filigree
now clothed with melancholy
PapercutI glanced over my shoulder for the millionth time, knowing that she wasn't there, that she was safe at home with her father and away from me and anything that could harm her. I wanted her to somehow just show up. Just stand there and smile and forgive me for everything I ever did to hurt her. I would take her in my arms then and tell her that I loved her. But no, I would never have that chance with Bella again. She would have moved on by now. She has moved on, she is happier without me. She doesn't need me. I repeated over and over to myself, trying to make it true. The thought of her being with anyone besides me made me furious and utterly jealous...but if she was happy...Papercut9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin
I closed my eyes and could picture perfectly her heart shaped face, her big brown eyes and her soft silky hair. I remembered the
Garrett and KateI cant believe Jacob gave us this!Garrett and Kate7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, now could you slow down?!
Why would I want to do that?! He let out a whoop as he popped a wheelie on the bike, the girl shrieking and clutching tighter to his seemingly human waist.
Maybe because otherwise you get the couch for the next millennia!
Aw youre such a wet blanket Katie
Urgh, he said as he sniffed. The things I do for you woman
Kate smiled as she lifted her head from the jaguar. But I like your eyes
Garret glared at her before sucking the jaguar dry, he wondered if Edward could hear his mental grumbling from a thousand miles away.
You know, fires just arent the same without marshmallows
Kate cocked her head at her mate quizzically. Whats a marshmallow?
Garret nearly fell over. You mean to tell me that something that has been around since 2000 BC has never been
Naruto Mary Sue TestNaruto Mary Sue Test5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
So finally got a chance to update this damn thing. So this is to help.
Now don't get mad at whats below or jump on my about this because lets face the facts no one likes them.
AOCs don't count- The AOC is a oc that can be use in different animes, stories, shows and books. Their background can be change just a bit to fit into each thing.
Another thing this is for Naruto ocs only! Okay, don't use this for bleach or avatar or what ever. This was use from facts on the Manga and Anime of Naruto with some common sense.
Also the test is base off of the manga and anime, so that why some of these are here. If you seen one that here and it happens in the anime like, robots or something then let me know and send me a link for proof. For the demons and such the arthor pretty much said there's only 9 tail demons and the one trap in the moon or something. Been a while since I read it. This goes for with the time line. So if your fanfic isn't then just find another test or use this fo
Below the apple treeHas anyone ever asked the apple treeBelow the apple tree6 years ago in Open More Like This
what she thought of God's great plan?
Do her fruits taste good or evil
and why God's son fell
so far from the tree
that he never killed a soul
and why they still make such a racket
over one dead man
fathered by a murderer of so many
if in doubt, ask the Jews
Was it an apple John ate
as he wrote his gospel?
It must have been some good shit
and I can imagine old John
sitting below the apple tree
smoking joint and still waiting
for the long postponed Doomsday
Sometimes I think God's busy
or lost in the pantheon
of so many faces
that they stuck him to an asylum
for incurable schizophrenia
I wonder if Jesus would have the cure
or was he just another carpenter
crafting and polishing apostles
until he met his colleague's cross
and had to rise and live for ever
The Coven 5still edward's povThe Coven 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bella was completly passed out when I walked in. Carlisle said behind me "She should be waking up in a hour or so."
"Thanks, Carlisle." I paused. "Thanks for keeping her alive." He chuckled softly.
"I'll be back in awhile Edward."
"Okay," With that I walked into her room.
I was dead and I knew it. I was surrouned in darkness. Yet, I felt pain. Oh, I'm in Hell then.
But I heard a sound in the distance. It was my angel, calling my name. But why would an angel be in Hell? I tried to open my eyes but it felt like there was Emmett sitting on top of them. Sudenly the weight was liffed and I was able to open my eyes.
100 Years Without Love 18I dont know how long the nothingness lasted. A minute. A day. A month. A year. Forever. What I do know is that it was torture. I was stuck in my head with no one but myself and my thoughts, which was not a good thing. No matter how hard I tried to keep them in control, they always seemed to find a way to drift towards the fact that my family had been wiped out. They had all been killed. Even Alice and Edward. Edward and Alice. Edward, who had always been so invincible. Of course, I knew he was no match against ten, highly trained Volturi guards.100 Years Without Love 188 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eventually I was able to break free of my nothingness. I felt a bed under me, soft and cushy. I could smell harsh antiseptics and a couple vampires in a room with me. I could hear them bustling around the room.
I didnt open my eyes. Not just yet. I had to figure out what was going on. I tuned into the minds around me and came in contact with some very hateful, very familiar thoughts. Jane. I had to keep my face from snarling as I li
He Must LiveAll she could think at that moment was please let it be me and not him,He Must Live8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me be the one thats fading away and not him.
Please take me, slow my heart and not his.
I need him. I cant live without him.
The scene was a disaster. She felt responsiblethe one to blame
Pinned to the car, stuck in its frame.
A Game Of ChessA Game of Chess.A Game Of Chess5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It's your turn."
Il Carnefice, devoid of his normal executioner's apparel, looked up from his thoughts. He took his attention off the chessboard for a moment and stared at his friend. Malfatto simply smiled back, leaning his arms on the small table that held the chessboard.
It was a pleasant day in Rome. It was the middle of summer, late in the afternoon, the time when the Italian heat was at its most agreeable. Just below the terrace of the good Doctor's home, the merchants could be heard selling their wares and crowds of people went to and fro to either buy them or conduct social matters of their owns. It was a perfect time to sit outside and enjoy a friendly game, along with a glass of wine and a side of biscotti.
The Executioner then moved his eyes back to the board, moving one of his knights, before looking back at his comrade. Malfatto looked quite different without his doctor's attire. Instead of his usually disturbing presence, he was a somewhat peculia
The Coven:3Edward's POVThe Coven:37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Before he came..
As I steped outside the resterant, I couldn't smell Bella. Oh god where was she? My cell phone started to ring. It was Alice. She would no where Bella was.
"Alice! Where's Bella!"
"They've got her!" She said inbetween sobs.
"Who does?" I demanded.
"Your old coven!" Oh god they were getting revenge on me for leaving them. And they were going to do it in the most torchures way possible: killing my Bella.
"Alice get the others and come down here now! Last time I remeber there were 3."
"But Edward! They-" I hung up on her and started running for my life-well Bella's.
"Bella no!" I screamed as she was knocked out. Her head droped to her sholder, exposing her neck. One of the vampires lunged at her but Andrew, their leader, stoped him.
"Remember, we all agreed that I would do it." Andrew said. The others nodded.
I groweled at him. "Ah don't wo
the Coven 12Right where 11 endedthe Coven 127 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As we made our way down the stairs of the house, I started to realize.
Where did everyone think I went? Why did Edward have to change me early? What about the wedding?
Edward must have sensed my worry. "Whats the matter, Love?" He asked with concern.
I repeted the questions in my head to him.
"Bella, I'm sorry I have to say this but everyone thinks your dead," He replied softly.
"WHAT??!!!???" I yelled and I echoced through the house.
"Bella, you look a lot different. I mean brown eyes to green? Hair changing colors? Pale skin? Perfect features?"
"That's easy. I got colored contacts, my hair dyed, and I've always been pale. What's a few shades?"
"Then how do your explain your new bust size." Edward said with a smirk. If I could, I would be as red as a tomato.
"Well, I guess your right." I gave up.
"I am?" Edward asked with a rasied eyebrow.
"I just feel bad for Charlie, Renne
Never Meant to FlyImmobilized by one's own fear; angered by this self-loathingNever Meant to Fly8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting so much to break the cocoon where I'm drowning.
Yet still undeveloped, the wings may end up broken--
But when the moment finally comes;
Will it be too late?
Years after years of imprisonment; words I a
The Martyrdom of Saint VivianThe Martyrdom of Saint Vivian6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The town was just a town like any other in the deep prairie. Its old wizards' tower had survived the revolution and had been converted into a church, marked with a neon Holy Disc that was nearly invisible against the metallic sky. Towering above it, a radio mast swayed gently in the dry breeze.
There was a caravanserai at the edge of town, its clay walls hardened from decades in the hot sun; nevertheless, someone had driven metal poles into them, holding up a billboard: "Food Drinks Rooms Cheap".
The car that pulled into the parking lot outside was a Bakercraft, probably a Model 6 or 7. It resembled the woman who got out of it: both were aging but polished, built with a utilitarian thickness. The woman was wearing a five-dinar dress and a matching summer shawl, and carrying the sort of heavy purse that some women know how to live out of.
StarlessI cant stand the dark.Starless7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was little, both of my parents were gone most weekends. They left me home a lot. Daddy would go on business trips and while he was gone mommy would go see her boyfriend in the next county.
While they were gone, I had all the lights turned off in the house. That was when I liked the dark. Id sit in it, and pretend I didnt exist anymore. If you cant see me, am I really there?
I loved the feeling that I was being held by a particularly comforting blanket. Maybe that makes me weird. I dont know.
Then one Friday, just after my parents had left, I turned off all the lights and locked myself in my bedroom. It was stormy outside. The trees swayed, and would have tapped the glass of my window if it had been closed. Cold air burst into the room, ruffling the notebooks full of poetry that I would never show my parents.
I laid down on my floor, stark naked.
This was freedom.
Trina? A young male voice asked hesitantly.
Bad timing [dialogue story]Bad timing [dialogue story]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer
Caught in a hearty small-talk with a stranger, Snippy walks down the street alongside the female companion he met a few days ago. She'd been sharing her findings with him and proved to mean him no harm, so he decided to allow her to stick around with him while the rest of his crew wasn't around.
I tell you, in these post-apocalyptic times, you can never be sure. I'd say most of the people you meet will want to murder and rob you.
You can't trust anyone, especially not people who seem irrationally nice to you, people who seem irrationally mean to you, aliens, giant monster worms, strangers in general or that guy over there crouching behind that broken wall and looking like he has a rifle aimed at us- Ooooh fuck…
Snippy wraps his arms around the girl as the gun goes off, and pulls her down behind a car for cover.
Seconds later he sits up and leans against the