DogDogDog5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was once the young puppy who romped in the yard
Took your socks and ran off far
Hid under the couch and tore them up
Next to my chewed old plastic cup
You'd kiss my wet nose just before bed
And I'd snuggle up close to your resting head
Together we'd sleep through the perilous night
While I'd keep the monsters far out of sight
As I got older, I had to hold down the fort
While you were gone and off at work
And I would wait so patiently there
For you to come home and tussle my hair
Soon we no longer sat on the couch
And you became busy and began to slouch
I'd urge you to bed where I knew you could rest
But you'd shoo me away and sit at the desk
I laid at your feet even as you slept
There in the chair where you also wept
At the papers and the pens and the ringing small box
On which you would have very long talks
Sometimes you'd come home and forget my food
And I would sit starving protecting you
As you continued to work all through the night
Where I continued to keep monsters
Equus AbsurdusIn keeping with my ranting about aggravating animals in fantasy, I think I shall rant about horses. The second most overly romanticized and anthropomorphized animal galloping around DA, second only to wolves. And heck, the ol' Equus Absurdus may give Lupus Bardus a run for his money. This will be less pointing out ineptitude in storytelling and rampant cliche, and more about doing your friggin' homework before you write or draw horses. And watching Spirit doesn't count.Equus Absurdus6 years ago in Historical More Like This
I'll be pretty blunt about the art side of things. Horses are Hard To Draw, and they are the Gods of being Hard To Draw. The only thing that I think might be harder is dinosaurs. (She said smugly.) Or possibly deer. When the grand masters of the Renaissance and contemporary master artists alike are stumped by rendering the correct pose of horses in flight, you bow before the king of hard art. Because ever
everyone dies"breathe,"everyone dies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he tells her, because
her lips are bluer
than her eyes
that is all he can
think to say-
their hands stem
into each other
puckered with veins
have to breathe."
"mm," she hums
and it comes out
like broken song,
of their warmth,
thin and hopeless-
like a piano
"okay." he says,
tracing her skin.
time is running
can do is
watch as she
in your hair."
he gasps, because
the sky is bluer
than her lips
which are bluer
than her eyes
her hair is
as wet as his eyes,
and all he can think
Horses, HorsesHorses, Horses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the window in my mind
as I watch from behind my closing eyes
with the joys of happiness dripping through my veins
I see charging violently,
With their eyes full on fire.
I see horses.
Brilliant bright lights blinding.
Horses, horses blinding me softly.
emitting from their shining bodies
and rhythm sounding powerfully
from large elegant hooves.
Bright, shining light
from their glowing silver bodies.
from brilliant black outlines.
Freedom ebbing from pulsing veins
reverting back toward my gaze
feelings of wonder.
bright and shining,
free and wild.
They gallop from within my weak grip
And disappear as I awaken my eyes
To view their full, great beauty.
But they have gone.
They have flown.
Stretching out powerful strides
running from this mist,
that surrounds me.
They have gone.
Left me alone.
They were horses, horses
Free before my eyes.
On fire with beauty
A Wolf's LullabyA Wolf's Lullaby10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking through my opened window
Unable to sleep at all
I hear a wolf's cry
Full of sadness and pain
At the sound of it I start to cry
Running into the forest with only my pjs
I follow the trails of wolves
Looking for wounded soul that cried
Finding the wounded animal
Knowing it's about to die
I get on my knees and craddle it's head
Singing a wolf's lullaby
Several years later unable to sleep again
I hear the sound of wolves crying
Full of happiness and rejoice
I fall asleep at the sound of a wolf's lullaby
+A Promise Keep+ YAOI+A Promise Keep+ YAOI11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
*~A Promise Keep~*
Rising gently, I watch it fall
On your chest, a lifeless doll
I stay awake, we fall asleep
On each other, A Promise Keep
You say I'm yours, I say your mine
I listen to the church bells chime
I say your mine, it does not reach
You say your hers, A Promise Keep
I lay awake on my bed
Feeling like I'm oh so dead
My love for you is oh so deep
Always forever, A Promise Keep
You came knocking at my door
To borrow something, nothing more
You think I'm sleeping, counting sheep
Dreaming of you, A Promise Keep
You open the door and then you find
A hanging body, that is mine
To your horror, I was asleep
On my ceiling, A Promise Keep
Your on your knees, flowing tears
You know you loved me, for so many years
Up to my body, you started to creep
You reminisce, A Promise Keep
When we were young, in our past
You loved me, held me, made it last
In private, without a peep
We exchanges rings, A Promise Keep
We were small, still played with toys
It didn't matter, that we were boys
Rogue Diaries IRogue Diaries I6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night was crowded with voices, always a distraction that I had taken decades to learn to silence. But this evening it required no schooling, no act of magic or willpower on my part. Her words alone had captured my attention - no mean feat when the predator decides to come calling. The conversation had started a brilliant spark and traveled to every known recess of my mind...ideas sparring at times..at others finding a comfortable home. There was magic here, a tapestry spun of words and thoughts that was spontaneous and unexpected - an agility of phrase, a quickness that seemed to almost move one step ahead of me. How for all the world can you know someone in a second and yet find her an unfathomable mystery?
I watched the crowd pass in the evening's soft blur above her shoulder, her hair a brilliant whip of chestnut, tossed carelessly like a child's toy in the breeze. She smiled, a trick of flickering shadows that curled around her lips as she leaned into me, her voice becoming tha
TFP: Metamorphosis CH4TFP: Metamorphosis CH43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Transformers:Metamorphosis is based on a Transformers: Prime 1V1 Roleplay setting created by ♦MachinaeChild♦ & ♦Storm-Blue♦, edited into a fanfiction-like novel for viewer's delight. While Metamorphosis takes place during the Prime generation, previous generations and characters may be referred to, and/or included as the story progresses; as well including OCs that belong to either/or. We hope you enjoy the read just as much as we enjoyed making it! For more questions or concerns, please view the Author Notes below with links and bonus information! Thanks!
"Where are you hiding..." the European construct soothed, a small chime to his voice as he toyed with his surroundings. Other than the cracking moon light that fell from the drill's gate way, a slight orange tint brushing against the horizon, the only thing that aided him in his path was his alert highbeams. From left, to right, to left again
:Behind Cloaked Freedom. Ch 2::Behind Cloaked Freedom. Ch 2:6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A distance away from the shop, Mewtwo stared at the customers entering the doorway, grumbling rather loud complaints at Linda as to why she had locked the shop up. He noticed the young human girl look up and out towards the street as the last of the customers entered the store, knowing that she was trying to catch a glimpse of him, but he knew that with the distance he was at from the shop, she would not be able to spot him.
Mewtwo pulled down his hat tightly on his head and continued on down the street, avoiding all well lit areas.
He did not want a repeat of beforehand events. His journey had been disrupted enough tonight, and Mewtwo had very foolishly let himself be discovered.
He considered re-entering the store and wiping the memory of his encounter with the young human from her mind, but something held him back from doing so. Instead, he pushed the event to the back of his mind, and headed towards the street corner ahead of him.
However, as he approached the corner, he was sudden
Madman's Rhythm, "Song"Madman's Rhythm, "Song"5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I sat on the toilet, that's when I had an idea. I wanted to tell my secrets to the paper since no one listens. That's how it is when you're mentally alone, and no one is there to watch you sad. But, a story can never help me; a rhythm does like those dumb songs on the radio. So I decided to take the toilet paper, and this is what I wrote on it:
Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam,
The man walked in the street,
A torch right by his hand,
Second passed it's on the house,
Right into a person's balcony,
Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam,
The man walked by a church,
A door gripped by his hand,
He saw a priest coming by,
Yelled and crushed it into his jaw,
Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam,
The man saw his ex-wife,
Sadness came to his mind,
He stepped into the shower,
And that's no one knows, but the man did nothing nice,
Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam,
The man hadn't laughed for years,
Once he saw a woman clown,
He held her by her hand,
Then happiness came by,
He couldn't stop crying,
The man h
How To WriteAbstract: an analytical approach to plotting and writing fiction upwards of 1,000 wordsHow To Write10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Acknowledgements: the potentially amazing Rachel (IfrozenspiritI) served as guinea pig to this; go and tell her to finish the product of that experiment, because you'll love it. Chris Widdison (tearstone) approached me indecently with the idea of writing a longer essay (which will still happen, and be a lot more purdy than this here thing), which would incorporate this essay in another form, amongst others. He doesn't need to read any of this, because he already knows it all.
Target audience: young, inexperienced writers, especially those that find themselves pulling off vignettes and other super-short forms with an ease, while chronically unable to produce anything with more than a handful of scenes and more than 1,000 words.
Part 1: The Premise takes a look at the basic idea behind a piece
Part 2: The Story fills in some of those blanks and gives u
:Behind Cloaked Freedom Ch. 5::Behind Cloaked Freedom Ch. 5:6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Linda awoke sometime later that day to the sound of a loud crash. She jerked up in her bed, listening carefully, her thoughts instantly going to the big cat residing elsewhere in her flat.
Stifling a yawn, Linda jumped up from her bed and rushed out into the hallway, looking around.
Linda strained her mind for any sound of a deep, mellow voice. There was none. She bolted from the hallway and out into the living area. Mewtwo was not in there, however Linda heard another loud noise, this time from outside.
She sighed in relief as she pulled back a curtain to peer outside, realising that it was only a couple of garbage men. She had totally forgotten to put her bin out last night. But, it didnt matter to her much anyway as she had not filled her bin up very much this week.
Sighing, Linda turned away from the curtain and picked up her television remote, switching on the television. She glanced towards the hallway door.
Was Mewtwo still in the bedroom? Curious, Lind
Sleepwalker, Chapter 2Sleepwalker, Chapter 211 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Optimus exited the CR chamber to find the others waiting for him. All the Maximals wore somber expressions. They sat down to discuss the problem, none of them (except possibly Dinobot) wanting to believe that one of their own had turned on them, especially Cheetor.
"So what do we do about this?" Rhinox asked. "He still insists on his innocence, saying that all he remembers is waking up on the floor."
"I told you we should have dealt with the problem the first time," Dinobot said. "Do we have to wait until he destroys one of us? You are far too trusting! He should be disposed of, and that is that."
"I don't give up on friends that easily," Optimus retorted. "Besides, I think there is more to this than meets the eye."
"Yeah, that 'sleepwalking' excuse is a little too convenient, if ya ask me," Rattrap put in. "It came on kinda suddenly, ya know? And he always seemed to want to go straight for the Boss-monkey, like he was on a mission or somethin'."
"As long as no one got in his way," Sil
Typical MorningTypical Morning3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The reason the alarm (also known as her cellphone) had been carefully placed across the room was so Thayle would be forced to actually get up out of bed to turn it off. It was either that or suffer the warbling upbeat tune of The Bangles so hellishly early in the morning.
Struggling to pull her brain out of its shroud of cobwebs, Thayle rolled over and yelped when something jabbed her neck. Something pointy and ... plastic.
Thrust. She groaned as the small jet stirred and burrowed closer to her neck. With a sigh, she fumbled to untangle him from her hair despite the Seeker's sleepy protests. She never knew when any of the apartment's smaller denizens would decide her pillow-space was up for grabs in the middle of the night, but Thrust in particular seemed to lay a persistent claim to it. He was not usually the sharing type, but he could be very generous about his sharp angles and pointy appendages.
Laying the snoozing Seeker back onto her pillow, Thayle fought down a
dead soul -eng version-For many years I was wrongdead soul -eng version-5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought that I was accustomed to solitude
Now according to this sad reality
and what I see scares me, it's true
seems afraid of loneliness
i always needed someone near me
pity that this was the occasion
I happen to such a conclusion
returned to the darkness surrounding me
now do not fear failure
neither the source of my deep knowledge
now fear finding myself alone
surrounded by joyfull groups
sad, I find myself in silent agony
no one to help me
My heart beats slow
with a death wish
which is now the meaning of my life
when I'm so lonely
lost in such a way that even I can't find myself
I feel sorry and pity for me
sick of feeling sorry for myself I am
but what else can i feel ...
War and Wings: Chapter 4--IntroductionsWar and Wings: Chapter 4--Introductions3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ratchet stood stiffly on the narrow Medevac platform that comprised the rear entrance to the Iacon Clinic and Triage Facility, feeling more than a bit out of place as he scanned the horizon through narrowed optics.
The clinicRatchet's "home away from home," as he had most assuredly worked there long enough to consider it as suchwas, until recently, overflowing with everything from streams of grievously wounded soldiers, to casual patients and their petty afflictions, to dozens of dedicated medics trying to keep the peace.
Today, however, was not one of those days.
With the lull in the war, the clinic was quiet; the days long and uneventful. Yet despite this, Ratchet couldn't see himself immersed in any other profession. Having, literally, been built for the role, he took pride in all aspects of his job, even clerical workthe kind most of his colleagues made fun of as menial and or demeaning. And the solitude that came with such tasks
MemoryMemory6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon is a newly spun toy,
the gilded play thing of lovers
who wrap protestations around limbs
and move in ancient tongues
under the sheets of dreams.
The after-taste of your body on mine
is the powerful shock wave
where half-worlds collide
and wreck the night with unholy music.
Your fingers implore me and beg for damage,
each inch of you a bruise of my lips
and a livid scar that puckers
the wicked edge of my want...