LycanthropeLycanthrope6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lust for flesh
My skin, ripping and tearing
As new life breaks forth
It takes control
I lose myself to the wolf
The carcus of a dead creature
I gorge myself on it organs
The taste of blood
It fills my mouth
I finish feasting
Hearing screams of horror
Instincts have their way
It takes my flesh
Devours my soul
The moon in full
I've lost control
The wolf within me
Begs for more meat
I call out
With a deafening howl
Who shares my curse
Home is Where the Heart IsHome means different things to different people... To River...Home is Where the Heart Is3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River Song sat and swung in the Tardis repair swing under the console. She leaned back and watched the Doctor dashing around the console up above her, calibrating systems and talking to himself. Wild dramatic gestures and squeaky shoes as he pivoted on the glass.
The throbbing of the Tardis engines were a soothing background hum. The vibrations translating down the swing straps to give her a tingly subsonic massage. She leaned back and forward, gently setting the sling swinging, in the snug cubbyhole under the Tardis.
She could hear the inaudible mumblings of the Tardis in the back of her head. The sounds indistinct, but comforting, like a mother singing to her unborn child.
River tilted her head back, stretching almost flat out in the swing, her hair falling behind her, feeling contentment roll over her.
Home meant different things to different people. To her, it meant the throbbing heart of her "mother"
ChafferAdás-vételChaffer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Összkomfortos lakatlan szigetet keresek elfogadható áron.
A rendhagyó hirdetést a legtöbben kinevették volna, Maya nem. Három másodpercet gondolkodott, majd bólintott, mintha megbeszélt volna valamit önmagával, és elővette a térképet. Kiválasztott egy kellemes éghajlatú, nyugodt helyet, és gyors mozdulatokkal felvázolt egy szigetet. Itt-ott kicsit javított rajta, majd fölvette a telefont, hogy feladja a válaszhirdetést.
Lakatlan sziget eladó.
Ár: megegyezés alapján.
Másnap kora délelőtt csörgött a telefon.
- Esthajnal? vette föl Maya.
- Én vagyok. A lakatlan sziget miatt hívlak.
- Már vártam, hogy telefonálj.
- Szeretném megbeszélni a részleteket.
- Remek. Térjünk a
Komorsag a korutonSzőkén omlott a körút.Komorsag a koruton5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Elszelelt a villamos
mellett, át a sínek közt,
arcukon merev grimasz,
viaszos halotti maszk.
Kérdőn méregetvén azt,
hogy lehetek ily pimasz,
szökkenő, komisz kamasz,
kinek a száján nincsen
ragtapasz, csak egy ravasz
vigyor. Napfényben úszva,
a villamos mellett, a
sínek közt, miközben ők
Arcukon merev grimasz s
egyikük sem oly pimasz,
hogy letépve a tapaszt
ujjongva vonuljon, a
szőkén omló körúton.
Elefant Chapter 1The tour had last couple month already and everything was like ever before: play and perform, get drunk, fuck, get really drunk, feel like an army of elephants had ran you over the next morning. It was a whole lot of fun with the guys, but it wasn't the same with him. It was nothing that he would've not notice me or he would avoid getting contact with me, but we just couldn't be so open now with the guys around.Elefant Chapter 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But still I just loved touring, all the adrenal that bursts into your veins when the huge crowd cheers at you, all six of us, when next to you one plays with a huge flamethrower, when you feel extremely exhausted and get woken up by a striking shot of tequila, when he decides he's bored and walks to my end of the stage, to bother me with something fun
"Hey, what'cha dreaming? Give me that coffee if you're not gonna drink it". This tired little pissed sounding male voice shook me off my thoughts and I lowered my gaze to my nearly full coffee mug. The coffee had already got
CanadaxReader: Arms EPILOGUE"Aah, finally. Why do you have so much stuff, Matthew?" I asked, as Matthew set the last box down on the floor.CanadaxReader: Arms EPILOGUE3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"H-hey, ______, don't whine. H-half this stuff is yours!"
"Less than that, surely," I fake-pouted, sticking out my lower lip.
"Ah well. W-wow, I can't believe it. We we're home now, eh?" he asked softly. I stared at the empty, unpainted hallway of our new house.
"Yeah, we are " I replied quietly. There were a few moments of silence, then I leaped up and glomped Canada with all my might.
"W-woah, ______! Be careful! You know, the kid "
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 12 END FINALE(NO FLUFFINESS DON'T SHOOT ME!!!!)Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 12 END FINALE3 years ago in Horror More Like This
When you woke up, sometime late at night, Ivan was there, sitting on the bed, watching you, the moon shining down on your face. You still clutched the sunflower in your hand.
"You're back " you mumbled, guiltily happy. "And Feli Ludwig ?"
"They're not in the house anymore. The police was still unable to identify the murderer. The only thing they know for a fact is that it was the same person's doing."
"I That was It was just so ho-horrible, and at my place, too... There There won't be anymore murders, I hope "
Ivan stared at you, a hint of darkness in those bewitching eyes. "Lovino and Antonio are gone."
You stared, dumbfounded. "ReReally?" you said in a small voice.
"Yes." The darkness in his eyes grew more profound. "There will not be any more murders, I think. After tonight, at least."
"How How do you know?" An unexplainable fear started to grip your body, but nothing was going to happen; this was
Those Summer Nights chapter 1Paul lay awake, listening to the night sounds of the city carried through the window on the warm summer breeze...and the sounds of loud snoring from beside him. He sighed.Those Summer Nights chapter 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Till.." he whispered, nudging the larger man's shoulder. Nothing but more snoring.
"Till!" he tried again, shoving a little hard, this time elicting a small snort.
Paul couldn't help but giggle as Till swatted at the air and mumbled in his sleep.
"No..i said taco's ...." Till mumbled, flopping over onto his stomach, snoring a little louder.
Paul smiled and shook his head. That man was even thinking about eating in his sleep. But cuteness aside..he had to get some sleep.
"Alright Till..you asked for it.." Paul said, picking up a pillow and making a sound like cocking a gun.
"BOOM HEADSHOT!" he yelled, cracking Till hard over the back of the head.
"OW!" Till yelped, jumping up and tangling himself in the sheets in the process."What'd i do? what's goin' on?
Paul laughed and rolled around on the bed.Till just watched hi
Remember MeWhen I die,Remember Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
remember who I was,
not who I could have been
Fight Fire with Fire?Fight fire with fire? A little thing about the reactions to art theft.Fight Fire with Fire?4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Yeah, art theft is annoying and disrespectful, but I find it horrifying the way people respond to them now, the way people mob at someone without giving them a chance to have a say. Sometimes they just don't understand the rules and a little explanation is in order. But if a group of people is raging at them after they haven't been on to even reply to the original request and find an inbox full of rude hate mail, they become defensive and rude right back and that gets no one anywhere.
We against art theft should not become a lynch mob unless the offender brings out the heavy guns. We should not be the ones to start the fight unless the offender is blatantly disrespectful. DA is a place about respect, and while it may seem as though someone doesn't care about that and post work that isn't theirs take into consideration that they may not understand. How many of us really read the ToU for this site when they signed up?
InterimTell me, my son,Interim4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For whom the banshee crows.
And stinging slash,
Against our fearless foes.
In our hearts, we feel the pain,
Of a dying mothers sorrow.
But in our blades, we forge again,
Towards a free tomorrow.
Sing the songs, cry the tears,
The loss of our dearest friends.
Beasts of dark and shadows,
Have brought about their ends.
Light shines upon thee son,
Your sword ringing true.
For I giveth all I have to thee,
My dying breath for you.
A Warcraft Wedding: FateA Warcraft Wedding: Fate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind blew gently as the leaves danced and sung in the light breaking through the dense canopy of trees. As a young Paladin gazed upon the ancient trees that lifted their reach as far as she could see; an enchanted dust fluttered and filled the forest with an ambient glow. It was a foreign beauty to behold to this young Draenei. Ashenvale had always been a natural wonder, untouched by corruption and eternally growing. That is until the Orcs made their appearance; harvesting and pillaging the bounty & gifts that the Night Elves held dear.
The Paladin had heard that reinforcements were needed to drive back the callous invaders. The Orcs had defiled the pristine land by burning and cutting everything in their path with their crude machinery. She was there to provide aid to the Night Elves, for they, had once welcomed her into their home when she had lost everything she held dear.
As she arrived to the small yet heavily armed town of Astranaar , she witnessed several Senti
Lycan FightLycan Fight10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The moon rises
I close my eyes
Turning to something
That I despise
My skin rips
And tears at the side
As I transform
All must hide
A thirst for blood
As my lycan form
Starts to begin
Screaming in pain
My eyes turn green
And my kind temper
Changes to mean
I run through the forest
Black fur like night
My transformation complete
I've lost my fight
Little Red and the Werewolf-1Piroska és a vérfarkasLittle Red and the Werewolf-16 years ago in Humor More Like This
A csirkék ijedten rebbentek szét. A kölyökfarkas utánuk vetette magát, a lábánál elkapta a leglassabbat, és lerántotta a földre. Mohón fölé hajolt, hogy átharapja a torkát
- Hagyod békén!
A seprű hatalmasat puffant a fején. A farkas ijedten elugrott a következő csapás elől, és hátrálni kezdett a csirkéket védő lány elől. Pechjére alig pár lépés után nekiütközött a szomszéd ház tűzfalának, és bármerre kapkodta a fejét, nem talált menekülési utat.
- Eszedbe! Ne! Jusson! Bántani! A! Csirkéket! záporoztak rá az újabb és ütések. Összegömbölyödött, hogy védje magát, majd hirtelen fölemelte a fejé
Making the PackA wolf transformation story by grapehyacinthMaking the Pack2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
(commission for internmatt)
“How are we going to get them to get this project done? Those three can't even look at each other without arguing, Fay!” exclaimed Tab Watkins, president of Tayco Incorporated.
Dr. Fay Burns, company psychologist, smiled. “I know just the thing. A business retreat.”
“How the hell with that help?”
“Oh, my friend, this won't be just any retreat. Trust me.”
“A team-building retreat! 'F' that!” cried Jan Mavis, a forty-five year old executive at the firm. She was perfectly coiffed, dressed, and now quite infuriated.
Dr. Burns shuffled her feet under her desk. “Jan, I'm glad to see you're finding other choices than curse words. That's much more businesslike, and it's the first step in our sessions–”
-Twincest- Don't Jump -T+B--Twincest- Don't Jump -T+B-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tears were streaming down my face as I picked up the notepad that lived on the telephone table in the hallway. I carried it into the kitchen where I found a pen. I sat down at the breakfast bar and began to write.
Tom, Georg and Gustav,
I cant take it anymore. Im going to do it.
Dont come after me. Dont think about me. Dont worry about me.
All my love,
By the time Id finished scribbling down those few short lines, the tears were coming thick and fast, tumbling over my cheeks and falling, blotting the paper. I watched as tiny pools of water spread out, some carrying ink with them and making some letters smudged. I put the pen down and stood up. I walked as calmly as I could into the hallway, picked my coat off of the coat stand and slowly opened the door. With one last look around, I mentally said goodbye and shut the door behind me.
Georg, Gustav and I crashed into the house, all laughing. Wed gone out to ge
EjszakaSötét palástba burkolózó fénytelen éjszaka,Ejszaka5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sóhajod megdermed szobám ablakán,
S a bentről áradó meleg édes karjaiban
Hideg ködpermeted bénultan tekint vissza rám.
Ó Éjszaka, Te ki vakon elnyelsz minden csillagot,
És süketen a város zaját hallgatod,
Most némán lebegsz otthonom felett,
Irigy mozdulatlanságban az élőket lesed.
És Szövetségesed az álom, ki reményi űrjével folyton csalogat,
Ő is itt áll most mellettem, bágyadtan simogatva a hajamat.
Ujjaiban érzem már fáradtan reszkető testemet,
Melyet az álom mint egy fekete lepel majd eltemet.
De ha újra kinyújtja felém arany karjait a Nap,
És elérik az álom hűvöse által megcsókolt arcomat,
Szemeimben ismét összegyűlnek a fények,
Az órák távol&
Following ChristFollowing Christ,Following Christ2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not for the weak-minded,
Not for the casual,
Not for the people,
Who don’t take anything seriously.
Is not for the self-righteous,
Not for the proud,
Not for the people,
Who love sin.
Requires complete devotion,
Requires complete submission,
Requires a love for Him so great,
That it seems like you hate your family.
Provides you with grace,
But the grace is not cheap,
It comes with a price.
Does not mean you can sin more,
So that you can receive more grace.
Grace was given,
So we know the consequence of sin,
And so we sin no more.
Is not the easiest path,
Is not the popular path,
Is not the comfortable path,
Is not the convenient path,
But following Christ,
Is the better path.
CanadaxReader: Haunted AvenueYou stepped in front of your mirror, checking out your costume. You were dressed as a punk rock rabbit* for Halloween and you had to say for a completely improvised costume idea, you looked awesome. You smiled, adjusting your black lacey bunny ears and pulling on a studded black belt. You wanted to look your best for tonight. You, Alfred, and your long time crush Matthew were all going to Haunted Avenue for Halloween. Every year, the local theme parks would deck out the entire park in spooky decorations and hired actors to walk around the park and scare visitors. You always had fun going and watching Al freak out but you were a little more excited at the fact that Mattie had finally decided to go with you guys. You have had the biggest crush on the adorable Canadian for the longest time and you had be beginning to feel he felt the same way but you couldn't be sure. And you couldn't help but blush at the idea of clinging up to him. A soft knock let you know that Mattie had arCanadaxReader: Haunted Avenue3 years ago in Romance More Like This
DrowningPlease help me...Drowning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I don't know how much longer I can stay above this water.
Begging for help...
Screaming into deaf ears
Crying For support,
For a hand,
Desperately asking to be helped,
Though your back is turned,
As well as yours,
Deaf ears block out my screams.
Leaving me to drown.
In this painful, black ocean.
Magikarp's WorthMy best friend Tom and I loved to play Pokemon, it was just one of the many things we would do together. Even better is the fact we would buy different versions of the game so when there was an exclusive pokemon, we would be able to trade them off as we wished. Anyways, when the new Ruby and Sapphire games came out, we both jumped at the chance to get them. Tom bought Ruby and I bought Sapphire.Magikarp's Worth4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day Tom came over to my house. He sort of looked like he hadn't slept in days. When I looked at him I was concerned, since, well he is my best friend. We both headed over to the living room.
"Dude, whats wrong," I asked as he sat down on the couch next to me.
"Nothing," he muttered under his breath.
"Fine, whatever," I said with a sigh. If he didn't want to tell me I wasn't going to force him. I pulled out my purple colored Gameboy Advance. "Do you want to have a Pokemon battle?"
Tom winced a bit when I said the word pokemon. "No, I'm good."
Now I was really starting to get worried. Tom was
Conversion (Poem) Part IConversion (Poem) Part IConversion (Poem) Part I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lord, it is truly a terrible sound
when lightning strikes and shakes the ground.
Yet is there a thunderbolt more bold,
more powerful, or more sublime
than one that strikes the human heart?
The secret citadels of our pride
constructed by our prejudice and habits
are toppled by a mere word and a gentle breeze.
The call to conversion is not a slow revolution
but a bolt that throws us into confusion.
We may spill a million words forth
but a wise word is an ocean's worth.
The mandala that is given loving form
is wiped away with none forlorn.
But if the heart's conviction carefully constructed
is wiped awaybetter death than destructed!
Even stones of faith and Scripture,
strong, sturdy, and hard to fissure
can be arranged with wrathful anger
truth and wisdom become a stranger
and avoid us with unmatched prudence.
But Lord, how too often we subscribe
to passivity or emotion and let them bribe
our sensibilitiesit is the truth of which we're deprived.
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq